"Young Master Mu This person has an outstanding temperament and a beautiful spirit. He can be said to be the work of Nuwa's painstaking efforts when creating human beings."
Every time Jiang Jiuxiao writes, people will feel that his brain is a little outrageous, and his focus is always different from Normal Human: "When he is not killing people, Young Master Mu is simply a model of 'a humble gentleman, gentle as jade'. Even though I am definitely not Long Yang, and I don't have a habit of cutting off my sleeves, I will secretly admire him every time I see him."
"Speaking of which, the previous bet..."
"From my personal point of view, the words 'willing to admit defeat' always sound overly deliberate. They are words used by gamblers to beautify their own image, but..."
"This time, I don't intend to cheat."
"It is not unacceptable to share "Martial Way Diary" with a talented person like Young Master Mu."
"Hey..."
"The world is so beautiful, why would Country of Sakura start a war? Let's sit down, taste the sweet-scented osmanthus cake from Heliang Mansion, enjoy the Raoyi tea from Weifu Cave, and play a game of chess, okay?"
"Everyone's ideas are different from mine."
"Whether it's Country of Sakura or Country of Painting, everyone is eager to kill each other and use each other's heads to make achievements in exchange for merit and fame. They don't want peace."
"Is it the world that is wrong or me?"
Jiang Jiuxiao thought he was careful enough to completely avoid Zhang Guangmu's sight, but he didn't know that his every move was being monitored by the ubiquitous Little White Ballss.
In an instant, the sky was filled with dense barrage of "There is something wrong with this person", "There is calcium in the air", "Appearance Value is justice", "He is like this, his attitude is always determined by his face", and "Someone is a Yangou, I won't say who it is".
After writing the last stroke, Jiang Jiuxiao, who had just closed the diary, his expression suddenly changed.
There was a look of shock in his eyes at first, which soon turned into confusion and confusion.
Finally, a look of ecstasy appeared on Jiang Jiuxiao's face.
"Now, Young Master Mu is no longer my opponent!"
Jiang Jiuxiao took a deep breath, and the black and white smoke swirled around his body, gradually condensing on his body surface, and outlined the gesture of a light water ink painting on his skin.
This is a manifestation of the Jiang family's proficiency in the secret martial arts.
"This power! I am invincible in the Martial Way Second Realm! I am only one piece of paper away from the third level of martial arts. I can break it with just one poke!"
Jiang Jiuxiao, who was trying hard to suppress his excitement, didn't know that in the blink of an eye, the unscrupulous Little White Ballss would send these fresh and hot "information" to Zhang Guangmu.
He clenched his fists, feeling the huge power surging in his body, and was immersed in the joy of becoming stronger. "The improvement this time is simply comparable to that of a whole year!"
"No, to be precise, if I used this [Heaven-Bestowed Item] to write for a whole year, my cultivation level would not increase as much as today!"
The improvement of strength has caused the expansion of mentality.
In the blink of an eye, Jiang Jiuxiao rejected his previous idea and decided to refuse the bill. "I was not Young Master Mu's opponent before, so I am willing to admit defeat."
"Now, my strength has surpassed Young Master Mu!"
"Then... the bet is void!"
"As the saying goes, 'Those who achieve great things do not stick to trivial matters.' As long as you are strong enough, there is no need to abide by your promises and bets!"
After muttering to himself for a while, Jiang Jiuxiao successfully convinced himself.
So he picked up his sword and walked quickly back to the temporary station.
At this moment, Zhang Guangmu was leaning against an ancient tree not far from the bonfire with his hands folded across his chest.
He opened his eyes, slowly raised his eyes, and his eyes fell on Jiang Jiuxiao: "You are back."
Jiang Jiuxiao vaguely felt that something was wrong with Zhang Guangmu's attitude, but he didn't think about it in detail. He just held the sword hilt tightly and nodded slightly. "Yes."
Zhang Guangmu looked at the sword in his hand with a half-smile, and said in a faint tone, "There are ideological differences between us."
"You pursue [benevolence], [kindness], [beauty] and [pleasure], and long for a life of seclusion in the mountains and forests, but I want to be much simpler and only ask for the word [righteousness]."
"Those who have different paths should not conspire with each other."
From Zhang Guangmu's point of view, Jiang Jiuxiao has some abilities, but his purity is too low. He will not be able to make a move when he encounters a beautiful woman, and will lose to her sooner or later.
And Zhang Guangmu is completely different from Jiang Jiuxiao.
Except for Mooncake, he is confident that he can punch any beautiful woman with all his strength.
"Besides..."
Zhang Guangmu looked at Jiang Jiuxiao, the orange light of the bonfire reflected in his dark eyes. "Martial Arts Tournament, although it is not finished, you should be willing to admit defeat, right?"
This is the plot is revealed, and I want to take Golden Finger from Plot Protagonist!
Although Zhang Guangmu could have taken action as early as when he was on the run, at that time, the reason was not sufficient, and a hasty fight would give the audience the feeling that "Zhang Guangmu has gone bad."
Times have changed, and now is the best time to grab cheats!
Moreover, looking at the posture of Jiang Jiuxiao, Zhang Guangmu can even say that he is a famous and just self-defense counterattack.
"..."
Jiang Jiuxiao opened his mouth, his face flushed, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to argue.
A deadbeat is a deadbeat.
He can convince others, but he cannot convince himself.
"We don't share the same ideas, so we can't even talk about it!"
Jiang Jiuxiao gritted his teeth and said calmly, "Let's see the real chapter under the sword!"
"Because you and I have fought side by side, I won't kill you."
"I will only destroy your skills and take away your 'treasure'!"
Hearing this, Zhang Guangmu twisted his neck and cracked his knuckles. "That's fine!"
"Originally, I also thought that betting my Bone-Piercing Wulong Steed against your [Martial Way Secret Manual] would not be of equal value. It would be too much of an advantage."
"Now, if you take the initiative to break the appointment, I will no longer have any psychological burden."
"A treasure like [Martial Way Secret Manual] can help me revive Country of Painting and take revenge on Country of Sakura!"
"I can't possibly be humble to you on this kind of thing."
"If God doesn't take it, you will suffer the consequences."
"You don't give it..."
"Then I'll take it myself!"
It's not "taking", it's not "fighting", it's not "taking".
The word "seize" expresses Zhang Guangmu's determination and belief.
For Zhang Guangmu, Jiang Jiuxiao just chose a role that was extremely unsuitable for him and took on responsibilities that he should not bear, that's all.
Just like Plot Protagonist Ye Jie in "Armored Era·Cold Light".
The key is...
Zhang Guangmu Regarding the main plot background of "Martial Way Diary", Sense of Presence is quite deep.
This leads to the fact that for other viewers, the original plot may be just a flaw, but for him, it has become an intolerable poison, so...
Zhang Guangmu must tear up these nonsense scripts!
Just...
After listening to Zhang Guangmu's speech, a look of astonishment appeared on Jiang Jiuxiao's face, and he instinctively refused to believe it. "Bone-Piercing Wulong Steed?"
"The most precious thing in your body is actually this?"
To be honest, Jiang Jiuxiao really wants Bone-Piercing Wulong Steed from Zhang Guangmu.
But...
Compared with [Heaven-Bestowed Item], the value of One Horse King is far behind!
There is almost no comparison between the two!
Originally, Jiang Jiuxiao thought that Zhang Guangmu was deliberately disturbing his mind by speaking like this and wanted to use words to shake his fighting spirit, but...
Looking at Zhang Guangmu's subtle expressions, eyes, and body movements, Jiang Jiuxiao had to admit that maybe, maybe, he probably made an own mistake.