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Chapter 336 Give it back to me

"Is this an interior scene? No! Is it an exterior scene? He clearly borrowed the power of heaven and earth, wait...it's still not right, he didn't show the slightest exterior scene, but he was able to borrow such a huge force in an instant, is it the Dharma Body?"

"How could there be such a dharma body?" Wu Song's ebony sword collapsed at the touch of a knife when parrying it.

In an instant, he had taken thirteen steps backwards one after another.

He couldn't go back any further, and he would fall off the cliff if he continued to go back.

Falling off a cliff is nothing.

The point is that it would be very embarrassing.

There are not many people in this world who can disregard face and only pay attention to benefits.

Wu Song is by no means one of them.

So Wu Song could only vomit blood, and vomited profusely.

The white snow beneath his feet was dotted with bright red blood stains, which was extraordinarily glaring.

Wu Song suddenly felt that it would be better to fall off the cliff.

Zhou Xiaonian didn't gain momentum and chase after him to make up a few more knives. Instead, he took a 'difficult' pace, withstood strong pressure, and continued to move upwards with the knife in his hand.

Wu Song was defeated, and no one would make a move for the time being.

It's not that Martial Dao Mountain doesn't have stronger fighters, it's just...it's unnecessary.

No one thought that Zhou Xiaonian didn't come to apprentice.

Since it is an apprenticeship, it must be a "junior brother" in the future. It is not good to take too much action on a "junior brother".

It seems that the warriors of Martial Dao Mountain have no demeanor, they only bully the small with the big.

The wind gradually began to calm down a bit.

Crossed the mountainside where the wind is the strongest, the snow is the coldest, and the environment is the worst.

Going further up, apart from struggling to move forward under more and more heavy pressure, the other noises around gradually calmed down.

The sound of wind and falling snow all seemed so light.

The only thing that is heavy is the sound of more and more rapid breathing.

It seems that at this time, there is only a contest with oneself left.

Just like after a sharp and fierce confrontation, in the gloomy garbage time, those who can continue to maintain passion are more likely to go to the end.

Gradually, Zhou Xiaonian seemed to be able to hear only his own breathing.

Everything around became more and more silent.

Even Xifeng, who was reciting some stories in a low voice, became less talkative.

If he looked back at this time, Feng Xue had already been left behind by him.

Even the sun and the moon seem to have become less unattainable.

Only the stars all over the sky hover above with extremely mysterious trajectories, and the occasional shooting stars will bring a strange wave of vitality.

It is like the only vitality presented in a still picture.

keep breathing!

The feet moved numbly.

Zhou Xiaonian no longer wields a knife, at this moment, he himself is a knife.

The persistence that cannot be smoothed out by the pressure is like a coarse-grained abrasive stone, which is polishing his stunning edge.

Finally, he reached the top of the mountain.

The top of the mountain is sprinkled with stars.

Cao Zhe, on the other hand, was sitting under a vigorous old peach tree on the top of the mountain, holding a book written by the boring people down the mountain, using him as the prototype, and was reading it with gusto.

It seems that in this script, he can still see a different 'self'.

Zhou Xiaonian walked to less than ten meters away from the old peach tree, and then stood still.

He neither visited his master nor disturbed him.

Just standing there, looking for something on Cao Zhe.

It seems to be looking for an answer in comparison.

"Have you read this book?" Cao Zhe took the initiative to ask, but his eyes did not shift, and he was still looking at the scroll in his hand, as if there was some profound truth hidden in the scroll.

Only then did Zhou Xiaonian look at the book in Cao Zhe's hand.

Then, I saw the title of the book again, "The Master's Shy Little Fox Wife".

Zhou Xiaonian was almost overwhelmed in an instant.

Many words that came to his lips suddenly turned into question marks that could not be answered.

"I haven't read it." Zhou Xiaonian replied stiffly, how could he have the time to read such idle books?

He really didn't know how to respond to this question.

If it was many years ago, the boy who was still doing errands in a small town might be able to talk about one, two, three, four, five, six at this moment.

At that time, he was still very smooth and clever.

Unlike now, it is as rough as sand and as stiff as stone pillars standing on the Gobi Desert.

"I thought you'd say you've read it." Cao Zhe finally put away the scroll in his hand, and said to the boy.

These words undoubtedly gave Zhou Xiaonian an answer.

To Cao Zhe, this was nothing.

With the concealing spirit ball to cover up the secrets of the sky, and the illusion to deceive the surveillance of the ghost, Cao Zhe might as well tell the truth.

"Why?" Zhou Xiaonian obviously figured out the twists and turns, and asked aloud.

Only those who have really seen Zhou Xiaonian's face before would say such words.

At this moment, Zhou Xiaonian didn't seem particularly excited... Originally, he thought he would be very excited.

"why?"

"That's a long, long answer."

"However, I don't want to say it."

"So, what do you want to do?" Cao Zhe asked Zhou Xiaonian back.

Zhou Xiaonian was taken aback for a moment, then gritted his teeth and insisted: "Give it back to me!"

"Give me back everything!"

"Uncle Butcher, Uncle Barbarian, Second Sister Jiao...and that city, all of them are returned to me."

Cao Zhe smiled and said, "Didn't I return it to you long ago?"

After all, although his appearance did not change, Zhou Xiaonian suddenly felt that the person in front of him became extremely familiar.

Only then did he remember who taught him sword skills and martial arts.

"It's you?"

"It's you!" Zhou Xiaonian's expression changed slightly, as if he was relieved, or suddenly relieved.

"Even if it's you...you still have to give it back to me!" Zhou Xiaonian said firmly.

Cao Zhe patted the trunk of the old peach tree with his fingers.

Under the snow, the peach blossoms are in full bloom, but they are falling one after another.

The falling peach blossoms turned into flowing shadows, turning into a city in mid-air.

Everything in the city is so vivid.

Zhou Xiaonian rushed forward, wanting to reach out and touch it.

The city fell apart at the touch of a button.

"It's mine. I say it's there, and I say it's not."

"If you want, you shouldn't come to me, but ask yourself."

"See if I can bring it back," Cao Zhe said.

Zhou Xiaonian's eyes were dim at first, but then became extremely bright again.

"How?" Zhou Xiaonian asked.

Cao Zhe said: "Simple! I say, you learn!"

"I have learned! I have learned! If you have learned thoroughly, you will have everything!"

"People must learn to rely on themselves."

Zhou Xiaonian is a very talented warrior.

This talent is not reflected in the roots and aptitude.

Cao Zhe despised all these.

Things that can be directly changed through artificial means are not uncommon to Cao Zhe.

What Cao Zhe really valued about Zhou Xiaonian was his character.

At the beginning, he made an exception and took Zhou Xiaonian into the city that was doomed to perish.

It was because of seeing him that even though he was young and weak, he still did not change his will to escape after being whipped by the slave trader many times.

He has a wildness that cannot be tamed.

And this wildness is hidden deep in the soul and bones.

That city, and the people in that city, are his sheath.

A precious sword must have a sheath.

Otherwise, you will hurt others and yourself.

Chapter 337 Ten Years Like a Dream, The Final World Fusion

Zhou Xiaonian was the choice made by Cao Zhe at a certain moment.

And this choice is not only related to the disappeared city and the phantoms in the city.

It is more related to the future... the future of this world.

Cao Zhe was destined to leave this world.

Not only him, Gong Ruolin, Wang Defa, Gouzi, Luo Feng, Zhang Bairen, and other contenders who have already been in this world and become the giants of Optimus will all leave.

However, the vacuum left by these people needs to be filled in time.

Cao Zhe would not care about the change of secular dynasties.

But he needs a 'defender' who is strong enough and firm enough to guard all those he casts, so that they will not be washed away by external forces or internal chaos.

Zhou Xiaonian is one of Cao Zhe's chosen guardians...!

Of course, he can be said to be Cao Zhe's most promising candidate.

As for Zuo Zixiong, the powerful aborigine warriors who have already cultivated Dharma Bodies and have even entered the Composite Realm, Cao Zhe also has high hopes for them, but he will not bet on them.

Because including Zuo Zixiong, they all lack some 'possibility'.

Cao Zhe saw this possibility in Zhou Xiaonian.

At this moment, Cao Zhe began to speak, and Zhou Xiaonian was listening carefully.

One is sitting and the other is standing.

Nearby are scorching peach blossoms, and in the distance is the boundless snow scene.

There is no wind and snow under the tree, and the snow is far away.

Peach blossoms are in full bloom, embellishing the only color in the field of vision.