Junior sister, she cultivates the way of life

The girl's voice gradually faded away. Yue Su raised her eyes and looked at the Long Xiao Sword with a bright look. This flying sword was sent to Zhaoying Mountain by her junior uncle.

If people in the South China Sea want to get the sword back, they must come to Zhaoying Mountain to ask for the sword.

"Master Zhu Wei, let's go up the mountain."

This time, Yue Su will probably stay in Zhaoying Mountain for half a year. Zhu Wei just sent her back. After meeting the elders of Taixuan Sword Sect, she will go back to Zhenshan.

The mountains are misty, graceful and beautiful, and the scenery of Zhenshan has its own merits. Two figures climbed up the steps along the mountain path.

*
After returning to Zhenshan, Sanqing naturally moved into Fuzhu's yard. She sat on the branch of the apricot tree that never faded, playing with the Wumengxiang spirit insect.

The spirit insect was as white as jade, and also looked like a peeled piece of Bodhi root, emitting a delicate fragrance. At this moment, it fell into Sanqing's hands and was extremely obedient.

Insects are very afraid of birds.

Especially the bird that could spit fire, the Wumengxiang spirit insect was worried that it would be roasted, so it kept huddling and dared not make a sound.

Sanqing picked up the spirit insect and brought it close to his eyes for observation, somewhat confused: "It's obviously a bug, why is it called Wumengxiang?"

The spirit insect shook its head. It didn’t know either. Its ancestors had been calling it that way for generations.

Sanqing threw it back into the green bamboo incense burner, held the green bamboo burner, and asked, "Do you have a name?"

The Wumengxiang spirit insect was obviously confused. Sanqing counted on his fingers and explained, "It's the name! My name is Sanqing, Fuzhu is Fuzhu, the little ghost is Wusheng, and the little elf is Riji. We all have names."

The spirit insect finally understood, thought for a moment, and said, "Then my name is A Wu."

With a creak, the courtyard door was pushed open, and Sanqing and Awu looked towards the door.

A young man in a tea-white brocade robe pushed the door open and walked in. The breeze from outside blew in, blowing up the apricot blossoms like snow.

The young man had a very pale complexion and eyes as bright as ink. He glanced around the yard and seemed to have noticed something, then raised his cold eyes slightly.

Sanqing looked at him without blinking and said angrily, "Why did you come in without knocking?"

The young man asked, "Where is the talisman?"

Sanqing was stunned for a moment, then realized that the talisman had not appeared for a long time.

When did she leave Xuanjian Peak again?

However, Fuzhu promised her that he would carry her feather with him so that she could find Fuzhu's whereabouts at any time.

But she wouldn't tell the kid about this.

Sanqing jumped down from the tree and spread out her hands: "The talisman is not in the yard, look for it somewhere else."

Wu Sheng glanced at her and then left.

Sanqing trotted over, closed the door, and performed a secret technique to sense the whereabouts of the feather. After a long time, her face was stunned.

Ah Wu asked: "Have you found the whereabouts of the talisman beads?"

Sanqing nodded blankly, but then he deduced the result again, stared in astonishment and said, "The talisman is in the river of time."

She felt that the connection between herself and the feather was very unstable, sometimes close and sometimes far away, which meant that the talisman bead would continue to change in the future.

She couldn't figure out how many years in the future the talisman would be.

*
Amid the mountains and valleys, the drizzle had just stopped, the green mist was floating, and the sound of a piano as clear as a stream rang out casually.

Zheng……

The music of the piano is dull, and the sound of the strings is like cold mist, blowing across the heart.

“What a strange song.”

Fu Zhu had never heard such piano music before. Even though she had not seen the person playing the piano, she already had an image in her mind of a gentle breeze, lush snow-capped bamboos, and awe-inspiring cleanliness.

She only knew about the beautiful music in Miaoyin Pavilion before, and she never thought that there was such a beautiful music in the world.

But Fu Zhu didn't plan to go over and take a look. She was not from this time and space, so it was better not to get involved with others, so as not to disrupt the order of time and space.

Suddenly, a breeze blew past, and a glimpse of plain clothes appeared in Fu Zhu's eyes.

It was a girl of about seventeen or eighteen years old, her body was in a mess. When she saw the girl's face clearly, her body suddenly froze. Senior Sister Tianyue... No, perhaps she was the reincarnation of Senior Sister Tianyue.

Fu Zhu had no time to think, his actions were faster than his thoughts, he had already made a move, shooting out a piece of frost flower.

The cold snow brushed against the girl's cheek.

snow.

How can there be snow in this season?

But she saw it clearly, it was a six-petal snowflake, every detail was clear and crystal clear.

Ding--

A sound of a piano as dull as water rang out, and the frost flowers that Fu Zhu had shot out with her hand melted away silently. The person playing the piano had interfered with her move.

But the remaining power of Frost Flower was enough to knock the tiger monster away, and the forest was filled with blood mist.

The girl fell asleep to the sound of the piano.

In the snowy fog, a young man came with a zither on his back and said in a cold voice, "The life and death of mortals are determined by fate. You should not interfere."

Fu Zhu knew that she shouldn't interfere in the future, but she was Senior Sister Tianyue, and she couldn't bear to watch her being devoured by the tiger monster.

but--

"Her fate has been changed by you and me. Do you want to kill her and restore order?"

Fu Zhu really wanted to know the other party's answer to this question. She couldn't end her senior sister's life in this life with her own hands, nor could she sit idly by and watch the other party want to kill her senior sister.

There was silence for a long time on the other side. I don't know if it was because of the cultivator's compassion, but no answer came out.

Fu Zhu didn't want people from the future to see her, so she didn't dispel the snow fog, but she knew that the other party had not left.

After a long time, a puzzled voice came from the snow and fog: "Why did you come back?"

Come back? How could it be possible to come back?

Fu Zhu found the other party's words very puzzling and she felt very strange. Suddenly, wind blew from all directions and the snow and fog dispersed.

The young man, dressed in a frosty brocade robe and with a figure as graceful as a jade tree, came into her sight amidst the wind and snow.

"Wushen?"

He hummed softly, his eyes as deep as the quiet night, and asked in a suspicious tone: "Why are you here?"

Fu Zhu asked: "Can't I be here?" Even if it is in the future, there is no need to be so surprised to see her.

"You shouldn't be in this world anymore." When he said this, he realized something and his eyes flickered slightly.

Fuzhu asked him, "What do you mean I shouldn't be in this world anymore? Have I fallen?"

She used the beast core of the exotic spirit beast to make a deal with the Heavenly Dao, and her ability to ascend to the thunder tribulation would be far superior to that of normal people. If she died in the heavenly tribulation, there would be nothing to regret about the talisman bead.

At least she knew that in the future, Senior Sister Tianyue would return, Wusheng would no longer be affected by the demon bloodline, and would embark on the path to immortality.

The music he just played was the music score of Heavenly Dao that she had written, right?

No wonder it's so strange.

That is the celestial sound of heaven.

The boy looked at her strangely: "Why do you ask that?"

Why did she feel that she had fallen?

With such a talent as hers, even the Heavenly Dao favors her. How could she die in just three hundred years?

After Fu Zhu heard this, he realized that things were not what he thought, so he asked, "What do you mean when you say I am no longer in this world?"

Wu Sheng lowered his eyes and said softly, "You ascended with your sword."

(End of this chapter)