Chapter 702

Zhang Xiaohu felt a pang in his heart as he looked at his master's calm demeanor. He walked to the edge of the field and stood there quietly.

He knew that if it was before the Ethereal Sect was annihilated, Wen Wenhai would be able to hear his footsteps even if he was standing at the entrance of the small courtyard, let alone standing by the field now!

However, Wen Wenhai's Dantian had been exposed by the masters of the Righteous Alliance, and his entire body's power had been crippled. Although his foundation in martial arts was still there, and he was no different from an ordinary person when it came to farming and boxing, and even if he fought with others, as long as he did not use his internal energy, three to five people would still not be his opponent. However, compared to the powerful Hero Wen from before, there was still a world of difference.

Fortunately, Wen Wenhai still had his disciple, Zhang Xiaohu, to teach. He was much better off than the others.

"What's the matter?" Wen Wenhai was surprised when he saw that the person did not speak.

"Master ~" Zhang Xiaohu saw Wen Wenhai turn around and saw a pair of lifeless eyes. It was very different from when he first set out. He immediately knew that the news of him being eaten by the wolves was a big blow to his master. His eyes were moist as he took a few steps forward and whispered, "I'm back!"

"Xiao Hu???"

Wen Wenhai was truly shocked. He rubbed his eyes to get a better look before throwing the towel on the ground. He hurriedly took a few steps forward before slowing down. As he walked, he asked, "Why are you only back now?"

Zhang Xiaohu smiled, "I've made master worry. I encountered a pack of wolves and did not make it back alive. But there were some unforeseen events and I was lucky to escape."

How could Wen Wenhai know the reason? He walked in front of Zhang Xiaohu, looked him up and down, and patted his shoulder: "Good, it's good that you're back. There are no external injuries, but what about internal injuries?

I can't see them now. "

"Everything is normal master, and …" He hesitated halfway through his sentence.

Wen Wenhai smiled and said, "And what about it?"

"Oh, master, disciple had another encounter in the valley. I had a breakthrough in my internal energy cultivation."

"Really?"

Wen Wenhai was even more surprised. He smiled, "It's because the heavens have blessed my [Ethereal Art] that my Misty School's most powerful martial art has a chance to flourish.

You have been practicing the Ethereal Divine Art on the Shixin Peak. Although you have made impressive progress, you have been practicing it too late. You can't be compared with others. Now, you have almost lost your life. But, you are bound to have good fortune after surviving a great disaster. You have actually made some breakthroughs in your cultivation.

Hmph, Little Tiger, I hope you can continue to work hard in the future and let others see the true strength of my Misty School's direct disciples! "

Wen Wenhai's internal energy was now completely destroyed. His passion to revitalize the [Misty School] was all on Zhang Xiaohu. Moreover, the two were not too different in age. Wen Wenhai not only regarded Zhang Xiaohu as his disciple, but also as a friend. Watching Zhang Xiaohu grow was almost like watching his own wish slowly come true.

In the past, when he saw that Zhang Xiaohu's martial arts were not good and was much worse than the other disciples, he always felt uncomfortable. Now that he heard that Zhang Xiaohu's martial arts had improved greatly, it must mean that the gap between him and the other disciples had narrowed. Of course, he was happy and encouraged Zhang Xiaohu to continue working hard. He did not think that Zhang Xiaohu's internal energy cultivation was now much higher than the number one disciple of the second generation of the [Misty School].

Zhang Xiaohu had been adjusting his breath and trying to master his internal energy. Seeing that his master had misunderstood, he did not explain. This kind of thing would be explained slowly when he practiced martial arts in the future.

As for meeting Zhang Xiaohua, Zhang Xiaohu, Changge, and Chen Chen had already discussed it on the way back. Zhang Xiaohua had changed her name to Ren Xiaoyao and was far away at Tianmu Peak. She had no connection with the [Misty School] and might not be able to see her in the future. Moreover, the [Misty School] was in an awkward position in the [Fragrance Cult]. It might not be a good thing to let Zhang Xiaohua contact the [Misty School]. They had all agreed to keep it a secret, so Zhang Xiaohu did not intend to tell Wen Wenhai.

At this time, Wen Wenhai thought of something and asked, "Who else in the [Misty School] escaped with you?"

Zhang Xiaohu's face sank and said, "Only Senior Sister Changge and Junior Sister Chen Chen came out with me. The other disciples … Although I did not see them being swallowed by the wolves with my own eyes, when they came out, it was the last moment of the Youlan Grand Canyon closing. Presumably … they will not be able to come back."

"Alas ~" Wen Wenhai was somewhat sad and said, "It is the will of the heavens. In order to pick the herbs, we lost so many disciples. It is not worth it. Both the people and the herbs are gone!"

Zhang Xiaohu smiled and said, "Fortunately, this disciple brought four carriages of rare herbs. Perhaps we can find the Spirit Grass that can repair the dantian!"

Wen Wenhai's eyes lit up and then immediately extinguished. He chuckled and said, "I have never heard of internal energy being able to be repaired. Don't comfort your master. Moreover, if we can find this kind of Spirit Grass, will the [Fragrance Cult] let us enter the valley?"

Zhang Xiaohu was somewhat unwilling and asked, "Is there no way at all?"

Shaking his head, Wen Wenhai said, "There is no hope. Xiaohu, don't have any extravagant hopes.

Unless … "

Saying this, Wen Wenhai was even more self-deprecating. "Forget it, let's not talk about it. It is all a matter without a shadow!"

Zhang Xiaohu anxiously said, "Master, let this disciple know. What if we encounter it?"

"How is that possible?"

Wen Wenhai looked at the disciple in front of him who was half a head taller than him and said with a smile, "That is just a legend. When I was young, I heard Ou Da Gang Leader tell me a story."

At this point, he seemed to be unwilling to talk about this topic. He looked to the side and said, "By the way, Changge and Chen Chen, these two little girls have also come back. I guess your Martial Uncle Xue still does not know.

These two girls have a good relationship with her. When she heard that you guys couldn't make it back, she was really sad. You should go and tell her. Oh, and that Xia Zihe, who has the best martial arts, didn't make it back either? "

Zhang Xiaohu knew his master's temperament. Generally, he would not have extravagant hopes for things that could not be realized. He was afraid that the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. Now, to talk about the recovery of internal strength was simply a fantasy. Wen Wenhai certainly did not want to say more.

So, he nodded and said, "Yes, Master. I have not seen Senior Sister Xia since the appearance of the wolf pack. She is probably dead!"

"Alas, the talent is withering. Mingcui Hall was supported by instinct, but now it has suffered losses. Forget it, let's not talk about it. You go and tell your Martial Uncle Xue. Hurry and rest. We will talk about everything later."

Zhang Xiaohu smiled apologetically and said, "Master, won't you go with me?

With you by her side, won't Martial Uncle Xue be happier? "

"Hurry up and go. What are you waiting for?" Wen Wenhai laughed and scolded.

Zhang Xiaohu bowed and left the courtyard. Wen Wenhai turned his head and looked in another direction. Then, he sighed deeply and went back to the field. He picked up the hoe and concentrated on his work!

The night gradually darkened. The Misty Hall on Shixin Peak was somewhat festive. After all, the return of the three disciples and the four carriages of precious herbs diluted the sadness of the past ten days.

However, in an exquisite courtyard, a handsome man was pacing back and forth in the room. His face was filled with anxiety. He was the disciple with the highest martial arts in the Misty Hall, Zhao Jian!

Zhao Jian's eyes flickered and his fingers moved irregularly. It really showed the uneasiness in his heart. After a long time, Zhao Jian suddenly stopped and looked at the dark night sky. He gritted his teeth and seemed to have made a decision. He turned around and walked out of the room. He whispered to himself, "A man with a small amount of poison is not a man with a small amount of poison."

Vice Hall Master Zhong was sitting on a chair in the same small room as last night. He was reading a book with great interest when he heard a disciple's report. Vice Hall Master Zhong was stunned for a moment before a look of understanding appeared on his face. He put down the book and waved his hand to let the disciple in.

The person who came in was Zhao Jian. At this time, he had a card up his sleeve. His face was faintly red.

Seeing that it was Zhao Jian, Vice Hall Chief Zhong smiled and said, "Zhao Jian, why are you not resting in the room or visiting Zhang Xiaohu? Why are you looking for me at this time?"

Zhao Jian bowed and said, "Junior Brother Zhang was able to bring two disciples and four carriages of Spiritual Herbs. He also saved a Pill Expanding Hall disciple and an inner disciple. He must be exhausted and exhausted. Even the Hall Chief told him to rest more.

How can this disciple disturb him?

Besides, Junior Brother Zhang has made such a great contribution. In the future, his position in the hall will definitely rise. This disciple can't casually visit him in the future. "

Vice Hall Chief Zhong looked at Zhao Jian with interest and said with a smile, "Zhang Xiaohu was able to make such a great contribution because of luck. You don't have to be jealous of him.

His martial arts are far worse than yours. Even if the Hall Chief wants to put him in an important position, he can't be compared with you. "

When Zhao Jian heard this, he smiled and said, "Vice hall master Zhong, what are you talking about? As your senior brother, I am also happy that junior brother Zhang has made such a great contribution. After all, those herbs were gathered by the disciples. Bringing them back is better than wasting them in the canyon. Why would I be jealous?"

Vice Hall Chief Zhong smiled and didn't say anything.

Zhao Jian continued, "Besides, Vice Hall Chief Zhong is also very right. Junior Brother Zhang became a monk halfway. When he was 63 years old, he was apprenticed to Martial Uncle Wen to cultivate Inner Strength. This is too late. Although this disciple hopes that he can make great progress in martial arts and help me revitalize the Misty Hall, it's just a dream.

But … "

Speaking of this, Zhao Jian hesitated.

"But what …" Vice Hall Chief Zhong was a little confused.

"But if Hall Chief Yang insists on putting him in an important position and wants to restrain this disciple, this disciple may be of little help to Vice Hall Chief Xu."

Vice Hall Chief Xu smiled and said, "I've thought about this matter just now. But Zhang Xiaohu has made such a great contribution. If Hall Chief Yang wants to use him, it's like adding fuel to the fire. What can you and I do?"

"Of course not!"

Zhao Jian shook his head and said, "Don't you think that with Zhang Xiaohu's martial arts and knowledge, it's impossible for him to do so many incredible things?"

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