Junior sister, she cultivates the way of life

Chapter 57
Wu Sheng lowered his eyes, looked at the blue fruit in his hand for a while, put it to his mouth, and took a bite.

The flesh was sweet, juicy and luscious, more to his liking than a choking pastry.

He raised his eyelids and looked at the talisman beside him. She seemed to be practicing again.

As A Niang said, he is a very hardworking person.

After eating a few green fruits, Wu Sheng didn't feel sleepy yet, so he picked up a branch and scribbled on the ground, which could be vaguely seen to be a frost flower.

Fu Zhu practiced with her eyes closed, but she didn't dare to relax her vigilance completely. She could hear Wu Sheng's slight movements and made sure he was not running around, so she continued to practice with peace of mind.

Soon the night passed.

Fu Zhu opened his eyes, and was slightly surprised to see Shang Wusheng's black and white eyes, "You woke up so early?"

But he didn't wait for Wu Sheng to come back to her, he stood up by himself, and made a trick to extinguish the sparks on the ground.

Picking up Shuang Xueming on the ground, Wu Sheng sat down on the sword before he said anything.

He was holding the hem of the talisman with one hand, and with big round eyes, he was always looking at the scenery under the sword.

The farther west you go, the more monks Fuzhu meets on the road.

It looks like this Wangshe City is really lively.

Yujian flew for another ten days, and when she passed Mount Qijabori, she found that there was a restriction in the air, so she had no choice but to take Wusheng down to walk.

In fact, when you go out to practice, you should walk thousands of miles on foot and see thousands of miles of customs.But Wangshe City is too far away, and I’m afraid I won’t be able to walk there for half a year. By the time I arrive, it’s already deserted and the city is empty.

A whole mountain has restrictions in the sky, and Mount Qijabori will definitely not be simple.Fuzhu has been vigilant since entering Qijabori Mountain.

It's just that she held Wu Sheng's hand for the past few days, and his palms were sweaty and sticky after a while. On the wrist, the other end is tied to his own hand to ensure that he will not get lost.

This Qijabori Mountain is so big and weird, if it gets lost, I don't know what will happen to it!
The talisman walked forward along the road that was trampled out in the mountains.But Qijabori Mountain was full of tall trees all around, and they all looked the same. After walking for a long time, she felt that the scene before her eyes had not changed.

Considering that Wusheng was still young and his physical strength might not be that good, Fuzhu stopped by a crossbar, took out a water bag and handed it to him.

Wu Sheng took the water bag with one hand, gulped down a few big gulps, and seemed extremely thirsty.

He deserved it, who made him want to drink water without talking.

The master said that he could speak clearly, so he had to pretend to be dumb. She was talking to herself these days, and she was almost closed to herself.

Fu Zhu put away the water bag, patted the crossbar beside him, and motioned him to sit down and rest for a while.

Wu Sheng didn't hold back, and sat down obediently, with his head down and playing with the grass on the ground.

"I can't see the end at a glance. I really want to split this mountain with a sword and go straight through it." Fuzhu sighed and said to himself.

They walked around, up and down for half a day, without any hope, except for trees and grass, and they didn't even see a bird.

The mountain is so peaceful!The quiet talismans sometimes have auditory hallucinations.

"Enough rest, let's go!" Fu Zhu lightly kicked the crossbar and said to Wu Sheng.

She didn't pay attention to Wu Sheng's movements just now. He had made a worm out of fine grass at some point in his hand, and he couldn't tell what kind of worm it was. Just like this, his six legs were facing down, his belly was like a bulge, and there were two small ones on his head. cone.

The senior sister is very good at weaving small animals and insects, and her origami cranes, paper boats, and small paper tigers are also the most lifelike.

When she was a child, her senior sister coaxed her to play with those small animals, and because of this, she created the art of folding spirits, injecting spiritual power into dead objects as if they were alive.

Fuzhu still keeps those gadgets in the box now, cherishing them very much.

She can also fold spirits, but the talisman doesn't intend to infuse spiritual power into the grass insects made by Wu Sheng. They are too ugly and have no aesthetics at all.

Fu Zhu pouted in disgust.

Wu Sheng picked up a clean branch from the ground, broke off the excess branch, and tied the grass insect to it. When he walked, the grass insect jumped up and down like a living thing.

He had a great time playing alone, and the talisman didn't bother him.

There is a long uphill road in the back, there is no ladder, and she has to climb by vines. She and Wu Sheng are bound like this, and it must be inconvenient to climb up the slope.

The talisman manipulated Shuang Xueming with one hand, the sword light danced a few times, and a row of dirt stairs was completed. She turned her head to Wu Sheng and said, "Let's go!"

After climbing up the slope, the field of vision suddenly widened. Fuzhu stood on a stone and observed it. There was still a large dense forest in front of him, but the forest they walked behind was only a third of the front.

Suddenly, I felt a little dark in front of my eyes.

Fuzhu sighed heavily, and went down with the wooden stick he picked up by the roadside.

She no longer knew that this was the first hill she had climbed.

"Why can't this damn place be transferred?" There was a complaining voice from below, it was a delicate female voice.

Fu Zhu grabbed Wu Sheng, who continued to go down, and was just about to remind him to keep quiet, when he suddenly remembered that he didn't speak in the first place.

"I heard that there will be monsters appearing on Qijabori Mountain at night, let's not get separated." It was a deep male voice.

There are still monsters in this Mount Qijabori?Fuzhu was surprised.

"Monster? Why haven't I heard of it before?" the female voice asked in surprise.

It happened that Fuzhu was also curious about this question, so she pricked up her ears to listen to the conversation below.

"There are all kinds of them. Everyone who has seen them has a different story. I don't know the specifics. Anyway, it's very mysterious." The male voice said seriously.

There are all kinds of monsters, how many monsters are there?Isn't this Mount Qijabori full of evil spirits?

But along the way, she didn't notice any evil spirit, and Dulujian didn't respond either.

Scared by the man like this, the female cultivator suddenly had goosebumps all over her body. She folded her arms, suspicious, "Why do I feel that someone is watching me from behind?"

"It's not night yet, don't scare yourself." This was a voice that Fu Zhu had never heard before, and it was extremely hoarse.

"Even if there are monsters, so many people went to Rajagha, and they all passed Mount Qijabori. It is obvious that these monsters are not very powerful."

This is the truth, the female cultivator finally felt relieved, she turned sideways and tied the loose lace on her arm, and saw a pair of extremely black and extremely white eyes through the layers of weeds, her face paled, and she said in a hoarse voice: "There is... a ghost !"

"What are you doing! Scared me!" The man was not frightened by the ghost, but was frightened by her.

"Where is the ghost?" He looked in the direction the nun was pointing, turned over with a wooden stick again, but found nothing, turned his head to the nun and said angrily, "There is nothing, don't you spend all day Suspicious, fussed."

"No?" The female cultivator rubbed her eyes, and looked at the pile of weeds, it was indeed empty.

Could it be that she was too nervous and had hallucinations?

But those eyes gave her such a shock, as long as she thinks about it, she still feels horrified.

The female cultivator hurriedly approached her companion and followed closely.

(End of this chapter)