Junior sister, she cultivates the way of life

"Forget it, you come with me."

In short, she wants to hear about everything involving Venerable Qingyun, no matter how big or small.

Sanqing passed by Xingyao and Daizhen and showed a proud smile, asking them to stop her before letting her in.

Xingyao was so angry that she broke her silver teeth and said angrily: "Look at how proud she is."

Dai Zhen grabbed her and comforted her: "After all, she is a person who has lived for so many years. Why bother with a little girl."

Of course, Dai Zhen didn't know that in terms of years, Sanqing actually lived longer, but she grew slowly, so she looked like a little girl.

Dai Zhen looked at the figure disappearing around the corner and said with emotion: "Looking at Aunt Chang You's attitude, maybe she is really an honored guest."

Thinking of this, Xingyao's liver hurt even more.

"When we came here, there was a monk in the realm of transformation who was called the Flower Butler, and he also wanted to see Luo Yi Nuzhi." Fu Zhu said.

"You're talking about the housekeeper of the Hua Family in the Whirlpool Realm, Hua Mu, he comes here every year and is used to it." Chang You's tone was neither salty nor cool.

"Have you never seen Luo Yinv weaving here every year?" Fu Zhu tilted her head, a little curious, "Or is it really that Luo Yinv weaving is approaching the catastrophe of ascension, and no outsiders will be seen."

If the calamity of ascension is really approaching, it will also be the state of Mahayana perfection. No wonder the entire world of Whirlpool wants to give her face.

Fu Zhu has never seen someone with such a high level.

Even her master was only in the early stages of the Mahayana realm.

"Lord Luo Yi, is it possible for him to meet whenever he wants?" Chang You seemed to dislike the flower housekeeper, or rather looked down upon him, and did not take him seriously at all.

Turning to face Fu Zhu, he said more gently, "There are rumors from the outside world that are half true and half false."

"Sir Luo Yi is indeed approaching the catastrophe of ascension, but he doesn't see outsiders because he doesn't like to be disturbed, not because he is in seclusion."

After passing through the flower gallery, my eyes suddenly became brighter.Chang You stopped at the end of the flower gallery, "Master Luo Yi is inside, so I won't go through."

Fu Zhu nodded, "Thank you Aunt Chang You."

The serious woman showed a relieved smile.

Sanqing jumped down the corridor, smelling the sweet aroma, her round eyes were shining, there were so many good things!

It's better than anything in Yu Fuguang's medicine mountain, except for the frost spirit fruit.

Sanqing glanced at the talisman beads and saw that she didn't notice it. He stretched out a hand to pick a bunch of orange flowers on his head.

There was a "pop" sound, and red marks appeared on the white and tender hands.When she raised her head, she saw Fu Zhu staring at her with a half-smile.

Sanqing took back her hand and said, "I just want to touch it."

Fu Zhu looked at her and said nothing.

"Okay, I just wanted to pick a bunch." Sanqing whispered, becoming more and more serious, "But I just thought about it, and I didn't actually pick it."

Rune beads: "..."

Of course she didn't really take it off, so she didn't notice it.

The girl glanced at her coolly, "Watch your paws."

Sometimes she suspected that Sanqing was indirectly deaf and did not hear that Luoyi Nuwei was in the Mahayana realm!
Mahayana environment.

Dzogchen.

It can be said that she is the most cultivated person in the world, and she still dares to pick spiritual flowers in other people's gardens.

You really don't want to die, right?
Sanqing covered her right hand that was photographed, with a serious face, "Fu Zhu, don't worry, I will take care of my paws!"

If she encounters a spiritual plant with strong spiritual energy again, she will endure it.

Don't take action if you are tempted.

However, these spiritual flowers were so fragrant that she couldn't help but drool.

Fu Zhu was skeptical about Sanqing's guarantee, not because she thought she would lie to him, but because she was worried that she would forget everything as soon as her brain twitched.

Sanqing's ability to get into trouble is better than her swordsmanship.

Fu Zhu was afraid that he would not notice her in the blink of an eye, so he kept Sanqing beside him.

The further inside you go, the more spiritual energy becomes richer.The flowers and plants inside are also more bizarre.

Sanqing turned his head and looked at the girl with round eyes, "Fu Zhu, why don't you leave?" Fu Zhu motioned her to look to the left.

There was a woman in black and white clothes, with her back to the two of them, tending to the flowers and plants.

The woman's hands are like gelatin, her nails are dyed with impatiens-colored cardamom, and her aura seems to be integrated with the heaven and earth.

Fu Zhu had only seen such an aura on one person.

In Shu Xuantan's memory, it was the young swordsman who killed the thousand-year-old ghost king with one sword, her so-called second master uncle, Li Qingzhao.

The woman in black clothes and white hair put down the flower pruners in her hands and did nothing. The Wu Xi Sword held in Fu Zhu's hand suddenly flew in front of her.

Sanqing looked anxiously: "Why are you trying to grab Fu Zhu's sword!"

Although Wuxi Sword used to belong to that Venerable Qingyun, but now in Fu Zhu’s hands, it is Fu Zhu’s sword!

Fu Zhu covered Sanqing's mouth to prevent her from offending the senior. After all, they still had someone to ask for.

And she had a feeling that the Wuxi Sword was not her sword.

Maybe it belongs to this senior?

Fu Zhu stared intently at the woman in black, although her black hair was like snow, her face was still very young, and her every move of her frown revealed an indescribable charm.

Her eyes flicked past the scabbard with an almost nostalgic look, and her delicate white fingers couldn't help but fall on the hilt of the sword.

Fu Zhu watched her draw her sword.

Let's guess, can this senior pull out the Wu Xi Sword?
She has reached the highest level of cultivation in the world.

The woman in black seemed to also want to know the answer. She gently pulled the hilt of the sword, but the scabbard did not move at all.

Suddenly he smiled.

"Sure enough."

Fu Zhu didn't see anger on her face, but a kind of relief.

She put the sword aside, turned to look at Fu Zhu, and asked two questions in a row, "Where did you get this sword? Who asked you to come to me?" She did not ask why you came here.

Fu Zhu said truthfully: "I pulled out the Wu Xi Sword from a stone in the Sword Tomb."

"As for the senior who asked me to come to you, I met him in the Wenjian Tower near Yufu Island. I don't know his name. He said that if I show you the Wuxi Sword, you will help us."

Luo Yi couldn't help but look at the girl a few more times, and even probed for her spiritual aura, "It shouldn't be."

There was a trace of confusion in her eyes, "Why did you pull out the Wuxi Sword?"

After thinking for a while, she asked again: "Can you unsheath your sword?"

Talisman beads: (_)
"No." She clenched her fists, her face cold.

Luo Yi nodded with an attitude that was befitting.

Fu Zhu: Even more angry.

It wasn't until Luo Yi finished his next sentence that he felt relieved.

"Bring the Demon-Slaying Flag. I'll help repair it in the past few days, but the contract will have to wait a while."

Although for some reason she didn't say anything, Senior Luo Yi knew it. Fu Zhu was still very happy and urged Sanqing to take out the Xun flag.

Luo Yi's eyes were filled with surprise, "Is the crack so big?"

She scolded softly, "Why didn't you come earlier?"

Fu Zhu asked worriedly: "Can it still be repaired?"

Luo Yi glanced at her, quite arrogantly, "But it's a bit troublesome. Of course it can be repaired."

She flipped the flag casually, "It's still the Xun flag."

Fu Zhu asked very seriously: "Is there anything special about Xun Banner?"

"The Demon-Slaying Flag has eight sides. Which side is different? Of course not. It's just that the Xun Flag is in the wind, which is an advantage for her."

After all, the wind helps the fire grow.

(End of this chapter)