Junior sister, she cultivates the way of life

There is a sea of ​​white flowers, and it is unrealistic for her to look for them one by one.

Fu Zhu simply released her spiritual consciousness to sense the breath of these little flowers. These little flowers were transformed by pure Qi, dust-free and clean. The full Qing Qi made her couldn't help but think about how great it would be to practice here.

The Fu Zhu's spiritual consciousness was very powerful, almost covering the sea of ​​white flowers, but she didn't feel any turbidity here, and she cast her spiritual consciousness on the black flowers, but found nothing.

"How come the thing in the eyes of the white fish is not the flower of death in the Yang Yi?"

It obviously grows inside Yang Yi.

Fu Zhu muttered something and flew towards the fish eye.

Regardless of whether it is or not, she will take a look first before speaking.

Fu Zhu bent down and picked off a small flower. Before she could take a closer look, the black flower suddenly disappeared from her fingertips.

The old man saw her move and said, "Except for the flowers at the fish's eyes, you can pick them all."

Fu Zhu followed the instructions and picked a white flower. As expected, it did not disappear, and there was a faint cold fragrance.

It was the same fragrance as the one she smelled during the day, but with so many flowers, how could there be only one fragrance?

Unless they are the same flower at all!

So there is no so-called black flower, and there is no so-called white flower. Maybe she should call it the flower of chaos.

Chaos includes two qi, clear and turbid. The flower of chaos is the flower of death in the clear qi of the yang dynasty, and the flower of life in the turbid qi of the yin yi.

A bright smile appeared on Fu Zhujue's face. She turned to the old senior and said, "Senior, I found what you were talking about!"

The old man, whose vitality was almost extinct, blinked his eyelids with black spots, and could only vaguely see a blurry figure, "Just find it, just find it..."

"You are still young and should not die here."

He suddenly remembered something, "After you, a young swordsman also entered the sea of ​​life and death. Can you wait for him here for a day and save his life?"

That young man also has such a good talent. At such a young age, unlike him, he is already dying. It would be a pity to die here.

Fu Zhu asked, "How should I save him? Put the Flower of Chaos into his hand?"

The old man smiled weakly, but his whole face was surrounded by black flowers and could not be seen. He said, "Yes, just give him one of the Flowers of Chaos."

Fu Zhu lowered her head and glanced at the two small flowers in her hand, which looked like two mandarin ducks crossing their necks. There was no fragrance on them, so she gently placed one on the senior's body.

He had closed his eyes, as peaceful as if he would never wake up again.

The moonlight recedes, the sun rises, and the flowers bloom.

The spring sunshine makes people feel warm.

"Am I not dead?" the old man said in a daze.

He had been entangled in the turbid energy for too long, and even with the Flower of Chaos, he probably wouldn't be able to survive.

What on earth did this little girl do?
"Senior, you're awake." Fu Zhu noticed the movement here and walked over, "The turbid energy in your body is too strong, and it is difficult to completely eliminate it for a while."

"I have come up with a way for you. Wait until night, sit next to the yang instrument made of white flowers made of Qing Qi, and absorb the Qing Qi to penetrate the meridians of the whole body. The effect will be better."

The old man's eyes moved slightly, "You must have wasted a lot of effort in saving me, right?"

The talisman beads opened their hands and counted, "One Restoring Spirit Pill, one Cleansing Pill, three Green Flowers... Thirteen bottles of Spiritual Spring Liquid, four thousand high-grade Spiritual Stones, several middle-grade Spiritual Stones and several Low-grade Spiritual Stones."

The old senior threw her a storage bag, "Except for my magic weapon, everything I have acquired over the years is here."

"Although most of them are worthless things, there are a few items that are barely noticeable. Take a look."

"Old senior, I didn't want to take away all your wealth." Fu Zhu explained seriously.

At most, he would receive some spiritual stones as a reward or something.

"Just accept it with peace of mind. I'm not short of this little extra, so don't worry about me. When I return to the sect, I'll give it to you every month."

What's more, he hasn't gone to collect them all these years. The amount piled up there must be quite considerable.

"Ok."

The talisman beads did not look at the contents inside, but were thrown into the Shulan Dzi beads together with the storage bag.

She introduced herself, "My name is Fu Zhu."

"Senior, which sect are you from?"

The old man straightened his clothes and looked serious, "I, Qin Zhengtian, come from the Sword Sect." He turned to look at Fu Zhu, "Little girl, I see the sword on your waist, it must be from which Sword Sect, right?"

"Lianxing Sword Sect? Qiulian Sword Sect or Taixuan Sword Sect?"

Fu Zhu shook his head.

Qin Zhengtian frowned slightly, "None of the three major sword sects?"

"Could it be that someone from another sect picked a sword as a weapon?"

"But since you use swords as weapons, you might as well become a swordsman and apprentice at a place where you can learn swords authentically. Your sword will not be in vain."

He was from the sword sect, and he could tell at a glance that the sword on this little girl's waist was not ordinary.

The scabbard is uglier, but there are no clues about it.

"Let's do this. When we get out of Qiongcang Secret Realm, you come with me to Zhenshan Mountain. Although my son Qin Su is stupid, his understanding of the Lead Flower Sword is pretty good. I will let him teach you the swordsmanship personally."

Fu Zhu looked shocked.

After a while, he calmed down and said, "Master Qin, he is a literary scholar now and only teaches the Thirteen Histories."

After thinking about it, Fu Zhu added, "Besides, my other hobby is traveling down the mountain."

She now has reason to suspect that Master Qin often travels down the mountain just to find Senior Qin.

He is actually Master Qin’s father! ! !

That storage bag suddenly felt a little hot. I knew I wouldn't have packed it away so quickly, ugh.

"What do you call him?"

Qin Zhengtian reacted belatedly, "Are you from the Sword Sect?"

Fu Zhu smiled, "Yes."

"Junior disciple of Xuanjian Peak."

Qin Zhengtian: "..."

How could he have thought about all the sword sects but forgot about his own sect!

She also shamelessly asked Qin Su to teach her swordsmanship.

Qin Zhengtian found a topic, "Is Master Wenchen okay?"

"Since a few years ago, Master has been in a bottleneck period and has been in retreat. The affairs of the sect have been handed over to Uncle Yao Xuan."

And the last time she came back from Fang Waitian, she felt that her master's health was getting worse.

Qin Zhengtian also knows that the further you go, the more difficult it becomes to practice. Many people fail to reach that threshold and eventually fall.

Since the leader is in retreat, the situation must not be much better.

After knowing that Fu Zhu was a disciple of the Sword Sect, Qin Zhengtian's attitude became obviously closer and he spoke more casually, "Why doesn't your master let you help with some sect affairs? What are you doing in this dangerous secret realm of Qiongcang?"

Fu Zhu defended: "Junior brother is the next leader, this is what he should do."

"But Senior Qin, did you just say that this is the Qiongcang Secret Realm?"

Qin Zhengtian asked: "You don't know?"

She said honestly, "I don't know."

Qin Zhengtian didn't know what to say to her for a moment, so he could only keep telling himself that his juniors should not be angry or angry.

"Remember to follow me closely from now on."

He had to keep an eye on Wen Chen's disciples, not to mention that the little girl saved his life.

"I heard that Fairy Wanfeng died in Qiongcang Secret Realm." Fu Zhu sighed.

She has seen the statue of Fairy Wanfeng, and she is indeed a beautiful and beautiful woman.

Qin Zhengtian looked slightly surprised, "Wan Feng? Did she die here?"

(End of this chapter)