744: C744 Young Master What Are You Thinking about

C744 Young Master What Are You Thinking about

0Zhang Fan's energy stagnated. He turned around and found that Nuwa was looking at him worriedly.

His eyes flickered once more. At this moment, he also walked up …

After arriving at Nuwa's side, the rich fragrance once more drifted out. At this moment, that gentle, graceful voice rang out once more. It was at this time that she asked directly, "Young master, are you alright?"

"There's no need to worry …" Zhang Fan gently shook his head. At this moment, he turned around and his gaze landed on the Multicolored Stone again. After looking at Nuwa, he hesitated for a moment before recounting the words in his head.

After a long time, she finally spoke up, "Young master, that should be the head master's spiritual sense. Furthermore, the head master's words meant that you must have mastered the Sacred Soul Art before you were able to bring the Nuwa out of here."

Zhang Fan furrowed his brows slightly. At this moment, he secretly sighed, "But there are so many words in the Sacred Yuan Secret Art, it gives him a sense of majesty. It's easier said than done. Completing it in such a short period of time is also not easy. How long do I have to waste this time?"

"Young master, perhaps it's not a matter of complete cultivation. As long as you're able to control the Saint Force, perhaps it'll be fine." Nuwa's voice rang out.

Zhang Fan's gaze flickered. If that was really the case, then it would be easier to explain things to him …

"Young Master, you can leave now. Once we get back, you can take a good look at the Sacred Soul Art and maybe it'll be much easier," Nuwa said.

"You're right, I'm too impatient …" Zhang Fan let out a breath and tried his best to control his breathing. Slowly, his heart calmed down, and the Nuwa blinked her eyes. The white energy once again blossomed, including both of them.

When they reappeared, they were once more within that pavilion. At this moment, Nuwa spoke out, "Young master, your mind is in a mess right now. Nuwa will give you a piece of music to play, okay?"

"En, thank you." Zhang Fan was full of sincerity, and didn't think too much about it.

"Young master, please sit." Nuwa's gentle voice rang out once more.

After thanking him again, Zhang Fan sat down on the opposite side of Nuwa.

The delicate fragrance floated up once more, and Nuwa sat down, looking at Zhang Fan with her red eyes. As the rosy glow appeared, her little hand, like the bright moon, once again extended out and directly placed itself onto the zither string. When the first moving note appeared, Zhang Fan sat there and did not say anything else, patiently listening.

The current Nuwa was truly beautiful, and she was still breathtakingly beautiful. It was as if Nuwa herself should never have appeared in the mortal world, and perhaps even the fairies in her dreams couldn't be tricked into showing such perfection.

While listening patiently, Zhang Fan was completely immersed in it. He closed his eyes, as if he was not thinking about anything else. His originally messy state of mind had now been completely restored to its normal state.

This piece of music continued for a long time. When the final melody finished, Nuwa raised his head to look at Zhang Fan. However, by that time, he had already fallen into a deep sleep.

"Young Master, you should have a good rest …" Nuwa stood up and murmured. After that, a white light floated up and the two of them disappeared within the pavilion at the same time.

The moon hung high in the night sky. Within the beautiful lake, a graceful figure was undulating within. Her long black hair was still devoid of people, and her face looked suffocating …

After washing her face and rinsing her mouth, Nuwa emerged from the lake. She wore a long white robe, and as she did so, her eyes fell on the bright moon. After staring at it for a long time, her figure disappeared as well.

When Nuwa reappeared, she was already in the room. Her eyes were currently looking at Zhang Fan, who was lying on the bed. She blinked, then sat down on the edge of the bed.

On the second day, when the first ray of sunlight shone in, Zhang Fan also opened his purple eyes. The fragrance lingered at the tip of his nose as his gaze shifted.

He remembered listening to Nuwa play the song, and being puzzled by her arrival, his heart began to race. However, he did not have any thoughts in mind, because Nuwa was an existence that people could not bear to disrespect.

However, he didn't dare to move at this moment because the Nuwa was resting on his arm. If he moved, the Nuwa might wake up. This might just disturb her rest …

Just as he was thinking this, Nuwa's body moved. At this moment, she leaned into her embrace, her beautiful eyebrows slightly furrowed. However, she relaxed again, and her small mouth moved once more to reveal a sweet smile.

He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath out of nowhere. He admitted that the feeling of holding Nuwa in his arms was very comfortable, and not just that, Nuwa was that kind of fairy, a fairy above the ninth heaven who could not bear to be blasphemed. However, she was like a cute little kitten curled up in his embrace, causing Zhang Fan's heart to be filled with an indescribable feeling.

Breathing out another breath, he closed his eyes. At this moment, he was very quiet, because after a day, he finally understood everything. Although he was anxious to get out, it was impossible without the Saint Origin universe, and if he was anxious, he wouldn't be able to get out.

When his thoughts reached this point, he started to look at the Sacred Yuan Art …

Half an hour later, a lifeless expression appeared on his face, and his brows furrowed invisibly …

Cultivating Sacred Yueping, his body needed to be strong enough. Right now, he had no idea if his body was strong enough or not. He wrinkled his eyebrows and continued inspecting the book, but at this time he became even more sluggish. The energy contained in the technique was not what he currently had, it was not something he could cultivate.

His heart trembled. If this was the case, then he would never be able to leave this place in his entire life. However, at this moment, his originally calm mind became a mess once again. He frowned slightly as he discovered the Saint Origin Art and divided it into eight levels: Foundation Establishment, Earthly Immortal, Heavenly Immortal, Mysterious Immortal, Golden Immortal, Golden Immortals, Golden Immortals, Golden Immortals, Quasi-Saints, and Saints.

That meant that all the cultivation he had done before had not been crippled, which was really shocking. But now, he couldn't understand it at all, but after thinking about it for a while, even the Xuan Yuan Sword, Nuwa, had come out … what was so strange about that?

However, this kind of thing was not something that he could completely accept right now …

Although his mind was still in a state of disarray, his body remained motionless. Needless to say, he must have considered the existence of Nuwa.

He didn't continue looking at the cultivation method of the Saint Origin universe because he couldn't stand it any longer. He sighed to himself and blinked his purple eyes. Right now, he wanted to hear the melody that Nuwa was playing again.

He took another deep breath, and at this moment, he couldn't help but sigh …

"Young Master, are you alright?" A gentle voice rang in his ears. Zhang Fan was startled and turned his head to look, only to see a pair of bright, starry eyes looking at him. It was very gentle.

"I'm fine!" Zhang Fan's voice rang out, but at this moment, it sounded a bit awkward.

"Young Master, what are you thinking about?" Nuwa seemed to have seen through Zhang Fan's thoughts, and she couldn't help asking once more.

Their gazes met once again, but Zhang Fan still moved away. His lips moved, but he did not say anything.

"Young master, you want to leave this place as soon as possible, right?" Nuwa's voice was still as gentle as ever, like a gentle breeze, causing the breathing of others to be different.

"Yes." Zhang Fan's expression fluctuated for a moment before he turned around and nodded his head.

"Don't worry, young master. Nuwa will help you," Nuwa murmured, then leaned into Zhang Fan's arms once again. She blinked and said, "Nuwa hasn't had such a good rest in a long time. It's so comfortable lying in Young Master's arms …" As she spoke, a delicate yet beautiful image appeared once again.

"Really?" Zhang Fan had an embarrassed expression on his face as he heard this. His lips moved, but no words came out.

At this moment, she was leaning against Zhang Fan's chest and didn't say anything. After being silent for a while, her body began to move, and as her long black hair flowed out like a waterfall, she sat up straight.

The warm feeling disappeared. Nuwa blinked, and a look of nostalgia appeared on her face. However, that nostalgia only lasted for a moment, before it disappeared …

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