A Blood-Moving Realm has arrived in the world of The Return of the Condor Heroes.

For the next two days, Li Mochou actually did not come looking for her again.

Lu Wushuang rested her arms on her knees, propped her chin on her hand, and stared blankly at the sleeping man in front of her, a sense of curiosity gradually growing in her heart.

Could this person be a hidden master? It would be wonderful if I could learn some real skills from him.

Lu Wushuang pondered to herself. She had been learning martial arts from Li Mochou since childhood. Although Li Mochou did not teach her top-level martial arts, she had developed a keen eye over time.

She could clearly sense the powerful aura of the man before her, like a sleeping beast; if he were to unleash his power, ordinary people would be no match for him.

It seems I need to find a way to get along with him.

After all, if he relied solely on himself, he would never be able to access top-tier martial arts, and how could he then seek revenge against Li Mochou for his blood feud?

Just then, Zhang Huai slowly opened his sleepy eyes and rubbed his eyelids, which were still damp with tears.

The moment she opened her eyes, she met Lu Wushuang's staring gaze.

Seeing that he was awake, Lu Wushuang immediately put on a smiling face and said softly, "You're awake!"

Zhang Huai rubbed his face, still not fully awake, and only mumbled, "Yeah, I'm awake."

"Come on, eat quickly."

Lu Wushuang picked up a golden-brown, crispy roasted rabbit from the charcoal fire beside her and handed it to him.

"I caught this in the woods while you were asleep. Try it and see if it's good."

Zhang Huai looked at the glistening roasted rabbit in front of him, then looked at Lu Wushuang with a puzzled expression, wondering to himself: What's wrong with this girl? Why is she suddenly being so nice to me?

After spending the last two days together, their relationship improved considerably. Zhang Huai stopped calling her "mother" and started calling her "Sister Wushuang," while Lu Wushuang started calling Zhang Huai "Brother Zhang."

However, Lu Wushuang was proud and stubborn by nature, and she was also injured. These past two days, Zhang Huai had been taking care of her most of the time. But to call it taking care of her was really just about feeding her.

Seeing Lu Wushuang's expectant look, Zhang Huai couldn't help but ask, "You didn't poison it, did you?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Wushuang immediately rolled her eyes. She had finally managed to be gentle for once, and yet she was being doubted like this.

She made a move to snatch the roasted rabbit back from Zhang Huai's hand.

"Hmph, eat it or don't, it's up to you! I was just trying to repay you for taking care of me these past two days, and this is how you treat me? What good would it do me to poison you?"

Lu Wushuang pouted, her brows furrowed, and she glared at Zhang Huai with a look of both anger and annoyance.

But in Zhang Huai's eyes, this looked more like a little girl being coquettish.

"Hey, no, no, I'll eat it, I'm starving."

Zhang Huai took a bite; the outer skin was crispy and crackled, while the rabbit meat inside was tender and juicy, with juices dripping down his chin.

Seeing how much he was enjoying his food, Lu Wushuang finally showed a satisfied expression. She took out a handkerchief from her sleeve and gently wiped the grease from the corners of his mouth.

She grew up with Li Mochou from a young age. Li Mochou would beat and scold her all the time. Although she was stubborn, she also knew how to assess the situation.

To make a living under Li Mochou, she had no choice but to constantly try to please the enemy who killed her parents.

That's why Lu Wushuang developed decent cooking skills, just to cook for Li Mochou. If she could win her favor for a while, she might be able to avoid a few beatings.

Seeing Zhang Huai enjoying his meal, Lu Wushuang sat down beside him and took the opportunity to ask, "Brother Zhang, where are you from?"

With his mouth full of rabbit meat, Zhang Huai mumbled, "From the Central Plains."

"Oh, I've noticed that Brother Zhang's skills are quite impressive these past few days. May I ask who you learned your martial arts from?"

The journey over the past two days has not been peaceful. At this time, the Song and Mongol states are locked in fierce battle. Many cities have been captured by the Mongol cavalry, leaving the people displaced and many forced to become outlaws.

Along the way, they encountered many scattered bandits. Seeing that Zhang Huai and his companion were dressed fairly neatly, they tried to extort money from them.

But these people had met their match. Most of them didn't know any proper martial arts, and many were just farmers who could rob ordinary pedestrians. Even though they outnumbered Zhang Huai by hundreds, they were like weeds in front of him, falling down at the slightest touch.

But Zhang Huai didn't kill them, after all, these people were pitiful people in the chaotic world, he just took them down one by one.

These things seemed trivial to Zhang Huai, but to Lu Wuyan, who was standing to the side, they were a completely different matter.

With her skills, she could only run away from the attack of hundreds of ordinary people. Even if her master Li Mochou came in person, she might not be able to subdue so many people without killing them.

But Zhang Huai was able to do it, and he did it with ease.

This made Lu Wushuang look at Zhang Huai with newfound respect. She had initially thought that Zhang Huai had already given his all to escape from Li Mochou's clutches. Now it seemed that Zhang Huai's strength was probably even greater than Li Mochou's.

Zhang Huai tore off a large piece of meat and stuffed it into his mouth, mumbling, "I'm from Shaolin Temple."

"Shaolin Temple?"

Lu Wushuang was clearly taken aback. She had naturally heard of Shaolin Temple. If Quanzhen Sect was the number one sect in the martial arts world today, then Shaolin Temple was undoubtedly the number one martial arts force a hundred years ago.

However, Lu Wushuang was only a teenager and knew very little about the old stories of the martial arts world. She had only heard of the Shaolin Temple, but she knew nothing about why it had closed down or disappeared from the martial arts world. She never expected that Zhang Huai was actually a member of the Shaolin Temple.

Zhang Huai glanced at Lu Wushuang and, seeing her surprised expression, knew that he had fooled her with his words.

He claimed to be from Shaolin Temple because he knew that Shaolin Temple had been closed down a long time ago due to a fire and internal strife, and had rarely been involved in martial arts conflicts since then. It would take several decades before it would reappear.

Claiming to be a Shaolin Temple disciple not only conceals his true identity but also makes it easy for anyone to verify it, which will make it convenient for him to play the fool and deceive others in the martial arts world in the future.

"I never imagined that Brother Zhang was actually a reclusive master from Shaolin Temple," Lu Wushuang exclaimed in surprise.

Zhang Huai waved his hand: "What master or not, I'm just an ordinary person. It was too boring in the temple, so I secretly ran away to have some fun for a few days."

Lu Wushuang nodded knowingly, thinking to herself, "No wonder Zhang Huai's behavior is so strange. It turns out he spends most of his time in the temple and rarely interacts with people."

After learning that Zhang Huai was a master from Shaolin Temple, Lu Wushuang became even more determined to learn some real skills from him.

After all, Shaolin Temple was the number one sect a hundred years ago, even more powerful than the Quanzhen Sect today.

Zhang Huai, a disciple who secretly ran away, was able to defeat Li Mochou. If I could learn half of his skills, I would have hope of getting revenge.

Thinking of this, Lu Wushuang became even more attentive to Zhang Huai.

"Brother Zhang, is that enough for you? If not, I'll go into the woods and hunt two more wild rabbits for you."

Zhang Huai: Hiccup?