Xiuxian, I can travel to another world

Chapter 446
The wheels rolled and churned.

The roads were muddy after the rain, and the wheels bounced up and down on them, making the car bumpy.

Baiyun Temple is already in sight.

Zhu Ju lifted the carriage curtain, a hint of doubt in his eyes.

Compared to Taoist temples, Taiyuan Prefecture was even more devout in its Buddhist worship, with numerous temples of all sizes located near the prefectural city.

Taoist temple.

There are few visitors.

Now, at the foot of Baiyun Temple Mountain, several carriages are parked, all belonging to wealthy families.

Before they even got close, someone came up to them.

"Could it be Zhu Ju, the head of the Zhu family?"

"Indeed." Zhu Juxing dismounted from the carriage, sizing up the newcomer, his eyes filled with even greater doubt:

"Your Excellency is..."

The man was about thirty years old, with a refined and elegant demeanor, regular features, and a flowing long robe, resembling a scholar or poet.

However, under the illumination of the formless divine light deep within his sea of ​​consciousness, the opponent's blood and qi surged like a river, yet were also refined to the extreme.

Rank 6!

Such masters are extremely rare in Taiyuan Prefecture.

The difference between the seventh and sixth ranks may seem like only one rank, but their strength and status are worlds apart.

The seventh rank is mortal, the sixth rank is immortal.

There are nine ranks in martial arts, with a threshold for each rank.

Although a seventh-rank martial artist is strong, they are still limited by their mortal body. If they cannot advance to the sixth rank before the age of thirty, their qi and blood will gradually decline with age, and their cultivation will regress instead of progress.

Only by reaching the sixth rank can one lock in one's vital energy and blood, no longer being limited by age.

You see, most of the masters in Taiyuan Prefecture are around thirty years old, because this age group is the most crucial.

breakthrough.

That would make them top-tier experts.

Failed to break through.

As he grew old and frail, he dared not continue to show his face in public.

"I am Leng Jian, an outer disciple of the Zhenwu Sect." The man smiled and gestured forward.
"Junior Sister Shuang'er is inside."

"please!"

Zhenwu Sect?
Junior Sister Shuang'er!

Zhu Jushuang's eyes narrowed.

…………

Dressed in white, Shuang'er stood gracefully under the tree, her face full of surprise, her beautiful eyes sparkling.

Zhu Juyi was somewhat dazed for a moment.

"Young Master." Shuang'er still retained that pure innocence and naivety, and spoke with a cheerful smile:
"I became a disciple of Senior Wujiu of Zhenwu Temple. After my master cleansed my marrow and refined my bones, I have already achieved the cultivation level of the ninth rank."

"I'll be able to help you right away, young master."

Upper Ninth Rank?
As expected of a top sect in the world, they were able to enable someone who had almost never been exposed to martial arts to reach the ninth rank in such a short time.

and.

The foundation is still very solid!

"Mmm." Zhu Ju nodded, habitually ruffling her hair and tousling her smooth, long locks, then smiled.
"Without realizing it, you've grown up."

In his memory, Shuang'er was still a child, but today, when he suddenly saw her again, he found that she had grown up.

Both her appearance and figure have changed.

"Mr. Zhu."

Leng Jian spoke up from the side:
"Junior Sister Shuang'er is exceptionally talented. After Master cleansed her marrow and tendons, her martial arts talent has reached a new level."

"Given time, achieving the sixth rank will not be difficult."

"and……"

He paused, a look of envy appearing on his face:

"This time, Master is accepting six disciples, one of whom will be designated as his last disciple."

"If Junior Sister Shuang'er can become a true disciple, her future achievements will be limitless."

"Yes." Shuang'er nodded, her eyes shining.

"Master said that he will go into seclusion to cultivate and seek a breakthrough in a few years, and this is the last time he will accept disciples." "I want to compete with several other people for a spot as a true disciple."

"Compete?" Zhu Ju frowned.
"Is there any danger?"

"Don't worry, Young Master Zhu." Leng Jian smiled upon hearing this, his tone becoming increasingly friendly.
"The True Martial Sect is not an evil sect or a demonic path. Although its members and disciples need to compete for resources, they will not be in mortal danger."

"The so-called competition will also be within a certain range."

"That's good." Zhu Ju nodded and asked again:

"so……"

"You are taking Shuang'er away."

"Ah!" Shuang'er was startled; she had only just learned of this and instinctively grabbed Zhu Ju's sleeve.
"I do not go!"

"Taiyuan Prefecture is ultimately a small place, and Master is merely passing through. He should naturally return to the sect," Leng Jian said slowly.
"Junior sister."

“Disciples of the Zhenwu Sect should have a broad vision of the world. I believe that Young Master Zhu will not keep you by his side.”

talking.

He looked at Zhu Ju with a deeper meaning.

"The two birds may be separated for now, but they will surely reunite someday."

Zhu Ju sighed softly, patted Shuang'er's hand, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and spoke slowly:
"Besides, we can still keep in touch by letter. It's just that we haven't seen each other for a while, so it's nothing."

Where is Senior Wujiu?

"I want to see him."

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The inner courtyard of the Taoist temple.

Zhou Fu bent over, waiting motionless for something.

As the steward of the Zhou family and a martial arts master of the sixth rank, his status was even higher than that of some of the Zhou family's children.

This time, however, he remained motionless for almost the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, for fear of disturbing the noble person inside.

"Manager Zhou."

Master Jingyun stepped forward, holding the invitation, and said apologetically:
"Feel sorry."

"Senior Wujiu does not intend to meet outsiders."

"Yes." Zhou Fu respectfully accepted the invitation, showing no embarrassment or annoyance at being rejected, but instead wore a smile.
"It is I who have disturbed you the most."

"There is one more thing," said Daoist Jingyun.

"Senior prefers quiet, and this is only a brief stay here. I hope the Zhou family will not spread this word."

"Yes!" Zhou Fu's expression turned solemn.
"Please rest assured, senior. Apart from the few people here today, no one else will know that you have come to Taiyuan Prefecture."

"That……"

"I take my leave."

He then bowed and withdrew.

Just then, a young man brushed past him and entered the room he had been longing for.

Huh?
that man is...

Zhu Ju?

Wujiu is a Taoist name.

Legend has it that this person was picked up by a master of the Zhenwu Sect in front of a tomb, and after growing up, he took the Taoist name Wujiu.

It was different from what I had imagined.

This 'elderly man' who was over a hundred years old actually had the face of a young man, and at first glance, he seemed to be a year or two younger than Zhu Ju.

Only his eyes were deep and still, like an abyss, without the slightest ripple.

"Interesting young man."

Looking at Zhu Ju, a glint flashed in Wu Jiu's eyes:
Do you think Shuang'er will come back?

"I only hope that when she wants to come back, Senior won't stop her." Zhu Ju bowed.
"Although Taiyuan Prefecture is small, it is where she grew up. Although I have no romantic feelings for her, we still rely on each other in the end."

"The world's splendor and the world's outstanding young talents—once she's seen all that, do you think she'll still remember Taiyuan Prefecture, or you?" Wu Jiu smiled faintly.
"Shuang'er is innocent and naive now, like a blank sheet of paper, but she can't stay so innocent forever."

"Having seen the vastness of mountains and rivers, I still cherish the grains of sand in my palm." Zhu Ju looked up and stared directly at the other person, saying:
"The emotions of youth are the purest and most precious. There were once people in Taiyuan who had their share of great events, and when they returned, they still picked up the fallen flowers on the steps."

Wu Jiu raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise on his face, then slowly nodded, his voice tinged with emotion:
"Well said."

"The friendship between young people is the most precious thing..."

He seemed to have thought of something, a complex look flashed in his eyes, and then he took out something and tossed it over.

"This is a Qi-strengthening Pill, which can help you consolidate your essence and improve your cultivation. I hope that when Shuang'er returns one day, the gap between you will not make your friendship distant."

(End of this chapter)