Villain: I Will Become Stronger By Accepting A Female Apprentice

Listening to the system prompts in his mind, Lang Zimiu looked blank for a moment, a little surprised.

But immediately, the surprise was gone, and he took a slight step forward and hugged Jiang Wuyue, who was crying so hard.

He patted her back gently to comfort her.

After a long time, Jiang Wuyue's mood finally stabilized. Tears had already soaked Lang Zimiu's clothes, and she stopped sobbing.

But she still hugged Lang Zimiu's body tightly, burying her face in his chest, immersed in this warm embrace similar to that of an elder brother.

She loved this feeling.

At this moment, there was an indescribable feeling in her heart. She didn't know what it was. She only knew that she felt like she was nestling in Lang Zimiu's arms and feeling the warmth of his arms.

This feeling made her feel particularly warm.

For a long time, Jiang Wuyue blushed with embarrassment and broke away from Lang Zimiu's arms. She quickly wiped the tears on her face, feeling that she was particularly embarrassed...

"Master, Wu Yue has lost his composure."

She lowered her beautiful eyes slightly, not daring to make eye contact with Lang Zimiu, and said shyly.

"Don't be shy." Lang Zimiu said softly.

"Before you leave, I will also teach you the second form of Shenxuan Footwork."

"Second form?"

When Jiang Wuyue heard this, her beautiful eyes widened in surprise, filled with surprise and astonishment.

She knew very well the mystery of Shenxuan's footwork, and she was sure that there was absolutely no movement technique in Fanzhou that could compare with it.

Unexpectedly, besides Lingbo Qianying, there is also a second style.

For a time, her admiration for Lang Zimiu became even stronger.

I feel that Master is an omnipotent being.

"Well, come on to the second position, Master will teach you."

Lang Zimiu took her little hand and walked towards the martial arts training platform in the outer courtyard.

Being held by her little hand, Jiang Wuyue's eyes trembled slightly, and her heart felt warm.

It can be seen that at this moment, her cold face has lost its coldness and becomes a little more youthful and charming.

After arriving at the martial arts training platform, Lang Zimiu began to teach Jiang Wuyue the second form of the Shenxuan footwork in his mind meticulously and without reservation.

While Jiang Wuyue was listening, her expression never changed from surprise. This Shenxuan footwork shocked her too much.

The so-called second form of Shenxuan Footwork, Shenfen, is a method of clones, but it is much more mysterious than the ordinary methods of clones on the market.

There are very few people who have learned the method of clone in Zhongzhou itself, and they are all inferior methods of clone.

And this second form of Shenxuan Footwork can create an absolutely perfect fighting clone.

Not only can it be controlled by the main body to gain vision, but it can also change positions with the main body. The most important thing is that after perfect training, the combat ability of the clone is equal to that of the main body.

In other words, it can be regarded as the main body creating a combat clone that is controlled by itself, and the control only requires a Spirit Partitioning consciousness, which is completely controlled by itself.

It is completely different from a clone like Lian Qingqiu who would have self-conscious resistance.

After listening, Jiang Wuyue couldn't recover from the shock for a long time, and wanted to ask Lang Zimiu how he obtained this kind of movement technique, but he still stopped talking and didn't ask any more questions.

Then Lang Zimiu walked towards the practice room. A precious apprentice was taking care of him, and there was another precious apprentice.

Now that I have left the south of Huaiyuan, Zhixuan is probably the one who cannot accept it the most.

After all, she wished she could hang it on her waist 24 hours a day. She went to the north of Huaiyuan this time and had no time to come back. She didn't know how long she would stay there and whether any accidents would happen.

After arriving outside the practice room, she did not disturb Ye Zhixuan's practice. Instead, she sat on the stone steps outside, supported her chin with both hands, and looked up at the waning moon in the sky.

A slight cool breeze blew by, ruffling the hair on his forehead.

After a long time, a cute and charming cry of joy came from behind.

"Master!"

Immediately afterwards, two soft masses pressed on his back, two white and delicate lotus-root arms hugged his neck, and a stunning face was close to his cheek.

Lang Zimiu turned his head and looked at her closely, his eyes slightly curved, and his face was filled with a handsome and doting smile.

He stretched out his hand and gently scratched her nose, motioning for him to sit next to her.

Ye Zhixuan showed his teeth and sat down next to him with a smile. He leaned close to him, hugged his body, and pressed his face against his chest.

Seeing her clinging to him like a caring little cotton-padded jacket, Lang Zimiu felt a little reluctant in his heart. He smiled lightly, looked at her, and gently stroked her hair.

He didn't tell her immediately that he was leaving.

Instead, they hugged her like this, and the two of them looked at the waning moon that suddenly appeared and disappeared in the sky, and the silver light poured down on them.

They looked like a couple of gods and goddesses.

"Master, do you have something to tell me?"

Suddenly, Ye Zhixuan raised her pretty face, blinked her beautiful eyes and asked him.

Hearing this, Lang Zimiu was slightly surprised, met her eyes, lowered his head and kissed her gently.

Then he tightened his right hand, held her tightly in his arms, rested his chin on the top of her head, and said softly:

"Zhixuan, master will be leaving for a while."

After he finished speaking, the air became frozen for a moment, and except for the sound of the breeze, there was no new sound.

After a few breaths, Ye Zhixuan looked up at her with some reluctance, and asked with an aggrieved look:

"Can't you bring Zhixuan with you?"

Lang Zimiu looked at her lovingly, gently and gently pushed the green hair on her forehead behind her ears, and said softly:

"It's too dangerous, Master can't take you to risk it."

Hearing this, Ye Zhixuan's beautiful eyes trembled slightly, and she hugged his body tightly, burying her face in his chest.

He didn't speak for a long time.

"Then, when will you come back?"

Listening to her reluctant voice, Lang Zimiu hesitated for a moment and said:

"I'm not sure whether I'm a teacher. He may come back soon, or it may take a long time."

"But I promise, I will definitely come back and nothing will happen. Trust me."

Lang Zimiu said seriously. As he spoke, he took out an Assassination Pavilion bronze medal from his waist and handed it to Ye Zhixuan.

This is the token of the bronze medal that died before.

It is now vacant and ready for use.

"Don't be sad, I give you this baby. If you miss Master, you can talk to Master on the phone."

Lang Zimiu smiled lightly and handed the bronze medal to her.

"Make phone call?"

There was a trace of confusion on Ye Zhixuan's face, he raised his face and took the bronze medal.

"Try to get in."

"Um."

With a trace of curiosity in his eyes, Ye Zhixuan probed the spiritual energy inside.

Then she was shocked by the function of this thing.

There was a look of joy on his face.

"Master, can I really talk to you at any time?"

There was still a hint of disbelief in her eyes.

"real."