Chapter 76: Only parting can cause one's soul to fade

Sister Han, you're wrong, aren't you?

Speak! Wrong or not?

Hiss~ wrong wrong wrong.

What's wrong?

Huh? Not saying, right?

What's wrong?

Oh~

You surnamed Niu, you you quickly stop! I.

However, thinking that after I woke up, this person beside me might have already disappeared, my mood began to sink again.

Wuu... I'm wrong everywhere!

Wrong wrong. Slave. Slave wrong!

After leaning to the ear, while exhaling and saying nauseating words, then the surnamed Niu saw that the tender earlobe was irresistibly tempting, and directly bit it.

After a round of interrogation, Niu Dingtian felt satisfied.

Of course, at the moment of parting, a real beating would surely be unbearable, but a little punishment is still fine.

You quickly let go!

Heroine Han weakly shouted, her momentum slightly lacking, still this vile person succeeded, she couldn't help feeling somewhat annoyed.

You don't... wuu

Pah!

He rubbed the jade foot in his hand, still somewhat reluctant to let go, how could this thing stuffed in the shoe have no flavor?

Little Ying sister, are you convinced or not?

Niu Dingtian seeing this pitiful appearance, could no longer attend to the jade foot in his hand, he lightly tossed it aside and began to slowly approach her delicate form.

After you leave, you must be very careful, don't casually fight with others again.

After thinking, she still extended her jade arm and embraced him, drawing close to his cheek, murmuring:

Heroine Han seeing this, recalling the earlier heart-itching discomfort, her delicate body shrank sharply, she went limp from fright and began to plead for mercy in a trembling voice.

Huh? Seems you still don't know you're wrong!

After the thunderous storm passed, pear blossoms scattered across the ground, Niu Dingtian comfortably rested his head on a pair of soft pillows, arrogantly opening his mouth:

Niu Dingtian glanced, issued a verbal threat, and made a move to attack.

After Han Xiao Ying caught her breath, she still panted softly, eyes tearful and spring-like, seeing the surnamed Niu still playing with, she couldn't help but softly chide.

Little Ying sister, I'm leaving tomorrow, we won't see each other for over a year.

Seeing the worried look of the person before him, Niu Dingtian also felt a bit gloomy; he originally wanted to add a couple more words, but thought better of it, as that would only make Xiao Ying worry more, so he simply spoke softly to comfort:

Little Ying sister, rest assured, I'll listen to you.

Han Xiao Ying hearing this, her heart satisfied, she let go of her worries, then tightened her arms, and before long, as if dragging heavy eyelids, fell asleep.

Niu Dingtian just lay there quietly, eyes open, feeling the last warmth.

After a long while, it seemed already the Yin hour, he then reluctantly examined that pretty face closely, then nimbly withdrew from the embrace.

After getting dressed, his steps hesitated a moment, then he strode out of the big tent without looking back, the feeling of parting made him uncomfortable, he didn't like it.

After his silhouette disappeared, Han Xiao Ying on the bed slowly opened her eyes, her gaze fixed on the tent flap, she stared blankly for a long time; in fact, she too had not slept all night.

After leaving the felt tent, Niu Dingtian didn't go directly away, but sneaked through the darkness toward another felt tent.

Jing'er! Jing'er!

After a few soft calls, Guo Jing woke up with sleepy eyes.

Inside the tent pitch black, Guo Jing suddenly saw a black shadow, startled, about to shout, but Niu Dingtian stopped him with his voice.

Jing'er, it's me!

Martial Uncle Niu?

Guo Jing hurriedly felt his way out of bed in the dark, lit the oil lamp.

Martial Uncle Niu, are you leaving?

After reacting, Guo Jing suddenly cried out, then stepped close to him, his face full of reluctance.

Mm, before leaving, Martial Uncle Niu came over to give you a few instructions.

Niu Dingtian slightly nodded, before Guo Jing could speak, he continued asking:

Yesterday the four diagrams I taught you, have you remembered them clearly?

Martial Uncle Niu, Jing'er studied them all day yesterday, basically remembered them clearly.

Guo Jing's words lacked confidence, no wonder, this wasn't his forte; being able to barely remember them surely required great effort.

No problem, you can slowly memorize the diagrams, but the oral formulas and cultivation methods I taught you must not be disclosed to anyone! Understand?

Niu Dingtian, with a solemn face, instructed Guo Jing, and at the end became even stricter.

Even if his own diagrams leaked, it wouldn't matter; the key is that over these years, his methods derived from the Arhat Subduing Demon Skill are undoubtedly as precious as the legendary Huanggang Secret Manual.

Martial Uncle Niu, rest assured! Jing'er will absolutely not leak anything!

Several masters also won't speak!

Guo Jing seeing Martial Uncle Niu's rare sternness, not daring to take lightly, he put on a serious face and gave a solemn promise; finally, fearing the uncle might not be reassured, he added another sentence.

Niu Dingtian looking at the naive child before him, felt another stir; he himself could never attain such simplicity, yet he admired this quality from the bottom of his heart, even feeling a bit ashamed.

After gathering his thoughts, his gaze lingered on Guo Jing's face, then he softly instructed:

Good, Jing'er, you are a pure-hearted child. Remember, when you practice this martial art in the future, just follow your original heart; do not let greed for progress arise. Understand?

Before Guo Jing could reply, he continued speaking softly:

Next time, let's meet again in Xiangyang!

Having said that, he lifted his foot, preparing to turn and leave.

Martial Uncle!

Jing'er thanks Martial Uncle for the grace of teaching his art!

Before Niu Dingtian had left the big tent, Guo Jing already knelt down with a thud, his voice choking with sobs, and then proceeded to kowtow three times with repeated thuds.

At this moment, Guo Jing felt deep reluctance and gratitude; although he had only spent two days with his Martial Uncle, although his Martial Uncle often liked to tease him, he had never despised him for being foolish, nor disliked his poor aptitude, but instead patiently taught him profound martial arts—a feeling he had never experienced except with his Seventh Master.

Niu Dingtian did not know what Guo Jing was thinking at that moment, but upon hearing several thuds from behind, his step out of the tent paused; after a brief moment, he strode out without any hesitation.

What an unlucky kid! And he doesn't even mind the pain!

After leaving the tent, he glanced at the several felt bundles around, then immediately unleashed his movement technique, swiftly heading south.

Because his movement was too fast, wherever he passed left behind afterimages; he did not know how long he had sped, gradually reaching the edge of the grassland.

At this spot, he suddenly stopped again, looked back at the vast grassland, and with a sudden surge of internal force let out a loud shout:

Ah!!!

This sudden roar, like thunderclap, exploded across the vast grassland, echoing endlessly.

After releasing it, Niu Dingtian finally felt the stagnant qi within him swept away, and he then began his journey southward.

(End of chapter)