dmims Chapter 49 It Flyed
Chapter 49 It Flyed
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Is this...is this flying?!
The square was deathly silent.
Everyone stared in stunned disbelief.
Even Zhang Sanfeng was no exception.
This was simply because the scene before him did not conform to the scope of martial arts and violated his understanding of martial arts.
This is not martial arts at all!
Zhang Sanfeng suddenly remembered the two words that Miejue had uttered before her death.
"Demon...weapon..."
Could it be that the "hat" is also a demonic artifact?
Before long, Chen Yuan and Zhang Wuji turned into two black dots and then disappeared from their sight.
Chen Yuan and his companion turned into black dots and disappeared into the horizon.
Time seemed to stand still at the moment the two of them took off from the ground in Wudang Mountain Square.
Dead silence.
Someone said something that, like water thrown into boiling oil, suddenly exploded.
"It flew away...it really flew away..."
"What kind of sorcery is that? How is lightness skill possible..."
"Junior Brother Wuji, he..."
All the disciples' eyes finally focused on Zhang Sanfeng.
Zhang Sanfeng stood still as a mountain.
He slowly raised his hand, causing the noise to quickly subside.
"You have all witnessed the changes that have taken place today."
"Extraordinary people, carrying extraordinary things, doing extraordinary things."
"All disciples should remember: there are heavens beyond heavens."
"We should diligently cultivate ourselves and remain steadfast in our original intentions, for this is the foundation for coping with all changes."
"Pass down the order—this birthday celebration is over."
"He will remain secluded in the mountains for three days and may not leave without being summoned."
The moment the words "close the mountain" were uttered, everyone felt a chill run down their spines.
After speaking, Zhang Sanfeng glanced intently in the direction of Zhang Cuishan and his wife, said nothing more, and turned to walk slowly toward the secluded place for cultivation on the back mountain.
The tense atmosphere eased slightly after the master left.
Zhang Cuishan immediately turned around and grabbed Yin Susu's icy wrist.
"Susu, what did he say to you just now?"
Yin Susu trembled violently, as if she had been burned by the touch.
She raised her head, her face drained of color.
Yin Susu dared not look directly into her husband's burning gaze, and subconsciously glanced at Yu Daiyan not far away.
"Fifth Brother...you...please stop asking..."
She spoke, her voice as faint as a wisp of smoke, tinged with a pleading sob.
"I can't say right now..."
Before she could finish speaking, Yin Susu forcefully pulled her hand away.
"You just need to remember one thing: everything I do is for my family."
"If you trust me, then don't ask anymore."
Yin Susu stopped looking at anyone, straightened her back, and walked alone toward her residence with seemingly steady steps, but each step felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.
......
To those in the world of martial arts, flying is a shocking and unbelievable thing.
But Chen Yuan just wants to say that some things may look glamorous on the outside, but who knows what they are really like behind the scenes.
The wind was a bit strong, and Zhang Wuji had fallen into a deep sleep due to the onset of the cold poison, feeling completely still.
In addition, it was my first time using a "flying machine," so I wasn't particularly skilled at it.
Chen Yuan struggled in the air for a long time before finally landing on solid ground.
He glanced down at Zhang Wuji and sighed.
This guy is sleeping soundly.
Chen Yuan chose a forest as his landing spot.
He placed Zhang Wuji aside and took out an Adamantium alloy knife, two chickens, a lighter, and a little fuel from his personal space.
They cut some dry branches from the nearby woods and started a fire to roast chicken.
It was Chen Yuan's first time making a fire and roasting chicken in the wild. He got himself covered in soot and the chicken was a little burnt.
"You can't bake it like that."
"The fire was too high, and it only cooked one side at a time. The inside wasn't cooked through, but the outside was burnt."
Just as I was feeling agitated, a voice suddenly rang out.
Chen Yuan couldn't help but laugh.
"You're just a kid, and you're trying to teach me?"
He deliberately weighed the slightly blackened roast chicken in his hand, his tone tinged with mockery.
"And do you even know that your parents sold you to me? Now you have to call me Master!"
Zhang Wuji's face paled slightly, but he still forced himself to remain calm.
"My father didn't sell me!"
His eyes held an unexpected stubbornness.
"Father said you could cure the cold poison of the Xuanming Divine Palm, which is why he let me go with you. He didn't say... he didn't say I wanted to become his disciple."
He spoke very quickly, and when he finished, he seemed to have exhausted all his strength. He lowered his head, his fingers unconsciously tugging at the withered grass on the ground.
Then he blurted out another sentence.
"...You are not my master."
Chen Yuan wasn't angry; instead, he found it amusing.
He moved the roast chicken away from the fire, casually sat down on the ground, ignoring the dust.
"Well done, kid. You've got some principles."
"Then tell me, if we don't call you Master, what should we call you?"
Zhang Wuji paused for a moment, seemingly deep in thought about the question.
After a long while, he finally raised his head, the firelight dancing in his clear eyes.
"If you can really cure my illness, you will be my savior."
I will remember your kindness. But you...you forced my mother, and you treated my grandmaster and uncles like that...that's not the behavior of a gentleman."
"Ha, a gentleman?"
Chen Yuan chuckled, tore off a barely presentable chicken leg, and handed it over.
"I came here because I was destined not to be a gentleman."
Otherwise, how do you farm Life Source?
"Moreover, in this world, a virtuous person cannot survive."
Zhang Wuji looked at the charred chicken leg, and his stomach growled involuntarily.
He pursed his lips, but finally reached out his little hand to take it, and whispered something.
"Thanks."
Then, very carefully, I took small bites from the part that wasn't burnt.
Chen Yuan tore off a piece of meat himself, chewed it a couple of times, and found it to be both tough and bitter.
He spat and threw the meat back into the fire.
Chen Yuan looked at Zhang Wuji, who was clearly struggling to swallow but was still trying hard to chew, and suddenly spoke up.
"You just said the fire is too big, what should we do?"
Zhang Wuji was taken aback, seemingly not expecting Chen Yuan to actually ask.
He put down the chicken leg, thought for a moment, and then gestured earnestly.
"You need to prop the branches up a bit so the flames don't directly hit the meat; you have to rotate it while grilling."
"I...I saw my godfather roast seal meat on Icefire Island, so the logic should be similar."
"Ice and Fire Island? Xie Xun?"
Chen Yuan raised an eyebrow.
Zhang Wuji immediately shut his mouth, lowered his head, and stopped talking.
They focused even more intently on the chicken leg, as if it were the hardest thing in the world to chew.
Chen Yuan didn't ask any further questions. He did as instructed, adjusted the woodpile, and put another chicken on the rack.
This time, the fire was indeed much calmer.
"Feed".
Chen Yuan suddenly said.
"It's fine if you don't call me Master."
"But you have to listen to me until I heal you."
"Otherwise, I'll throw you back to Wudang Mountain and tell your parents that you're disobedient, and I won't treat this illness anymore."
Do you think they'll send you back?
Zhang Wuji's body visibly stiffened.
He slowly raised his head, his eyes a little red, but not about to cry; rather, it was a kind of anger and helplessness from having his vulnerabilities exploited.
He glared at Chen Yuan, and after a long while, he managed to squeeze out two words through gritted teeth.
"...mean."
Chen Yuan laughed heartily, completely unconcerned.
This kid is so cute.
"Yes, I am despicable."
"So you must remember, who's in charge."
"Come here and tell me, is this the right way to turn it?"
Zhang Wuji struggled internally for a moment, but ultimately moved over.
Looking at the fire, he reluctantly began to "instruct" them.
"...Slower...Here, this side hasn't changed color yet..."