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Master Yuxia watched the person in front of him stop, she didn't have time to doubt, and hurried up,

Master Fujia turned around and looked down at her.

This scene has never happened in Yuxia's memory. She never made such a bold move when she first entered the teacher's school. She always followed the rules, and the master liked her the most.

She was also convinced that she had never seen real Fujia.

But now she saw him clearly.

Daoist Fujia has a pale complexion, long eyebrows flying sideways, wearing a duck-egg green Taoist robe with a high neckline, and looks like he is afraid of the cold.

"Your name is Yuxia?"

Daoist Yuxia nodded.

No, that's not the case.At that time, she had just started, and the master had not yet given her an official Taoist name.

Master Fujia bent down and looked at her seriously: "Are you Mingyou's disciple?"

Daoist Yuxia nodded again.

Fujia's attitude is as if he is treating an equal peer, rather than looking at a disciple and grandchildren, with high supervision and contempt.

"What are you looking for from me?"

A strange feeling welled up in Master Yuxia's heart.

She thought it was just a dream in her imagination, not real.It was because she wanted to go back to Xiuyuan Mountain too much, wanted to find out the ins and outs of what happened, and was too curious and focused on the name of Fujia Zhenren.

But at this moment, she suddenly had a feeling of admiration and admiration. The person in front of her was the teacher of the sect, and she could pour out her worries and desires to him.

"Really, the sect has encountered an unprecedented catastrophe. The junior is incompetent, and both the apprentice and I are helpless. I beg the real person to guide the junior, how to resolve this disaster, and how to save the same sect from the fire?"

Master Fujia's eyes were soft and compassionate, and his fingertips lightly brushed the corners of her eyes.

The water from the corner of her eye rubbed against his fingertips.

"I didn't expect there to be someone like you among the descendants of the sect." Master Fujia took her by the hand and led her forward.He seems to know everything.Ask her: "The head of the sect squeezed you out, the fellow sect framed you, you set up another sect by yourself, the sect is in great trouble, you could have just stood by and watched."

Daoist Yuxia was confused for a moment.

"Why do you want to go back? Do you want to go back and face the fate of burning everything?"

Yuxia was a little confused, she thought of the long time.So many years of hardship and loneliness.

"When I first left the sect, I was very resentful. At that time, I thought that one day I would take revenge, to make them regret treating me like this, and to make them regret what they did that day. Even I thought that if I had the ability to make the Zongmen suffer a crushing defeat, I would let out such a bad breath. One day I will return to the Zongmen. I will go back in a fair and honest manner..."

Master Fujia listened carefully to her words.

"But after a long time, the resentment in my heart gradually faded away. I often think of the deceased Master, Elder Huang who treated me like his own daughter, and the only one who took my place when I was framed. The outspoken junior brother, I heard later that he died... I grew up in the sect, without the sect, I would not be who I am today. If the master and the junior brother are still alive, they will be willing to see how I am. Do……"

Master Fujia was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled.That smile was weak.But there is a feeling of spring breeze.

"It turned out to be like this... No wonder I met you." Daoist Fujia said softly, "You are very similar to me."

look alike?

Where is the similarity?

Master Yuxia couldn't figure out what the person in front of her was thinking. Could it be that she was also severely injured and her foundation was destroyed?

"There is birth and death, there is ups and downs." Master Fujia was clearly standing beside her, but his voice seemed to come from a very far away place, from among the mountains in the distance, from the faint clouds His ethereal voice came from the depths: "Go and find someone, he can help you."

"Who is that man? Where is he?"

Master Fujia turned his head to look at her, his figure was like ink dripping into water, slowly fading and disappearing: "He is my senior brother Fujin."

The last thing Master Yuxia saw was that Master Fujia's hand flicked lightly on her forehead, and Master Yuxia swayed. The stroke was like a ray of cool breeze, which made her feel refreshed.

"Where is Senior Fujin?"

But this time she got no answer.

Reverend Yuxia looked around in a daze, and she could no longer see Reverend Fujia.She was alone on the mountain road, facing the silent and vast Xiuyuan Mountain.The sun shone on her body, and her shadow dragged alone on the stone steps of the mountain road.

Reverend Yuxia suddenly thought of something, just now... She seemed to have not seen the shadow of Reverend Fujia from the end.

In the early spring of March, the weather was still cold, and the mountains were filled with damp and cold mist in the morning.When Daoist Yuxia woke up, she was surprised to see that it was bright outside the window.

After waking up from her serious injury, she hasn't slept so well for a long, long time.Even after taking the Ningshen Pill, she still always wakes up before dawn and waits in the dark for the dawn to come.

This time I actually slept until it was bright.

Master Yuxia supported the couch and stood up, putting on her clothes.

But she was stunned halfway through the belt, and her fingertips trembled slightly.

No... very wrong.

She knows best how badly her roots and meridians have been injured. Every time those black shadows that strike like snowflakes pass through her body, they take away a bit of her vitality. Although she escaped in the end, But the remaining body was riddled with holes, and she even felt that her body was like a pile of shredded paper that was barely piled together. If the wind was a little stronger, this pile of waste would be blown everywhere and could never be put together again.Even after Shu Yuquan's breathing adjustment, even if she takes the panacea, her body can't keep these benefits, just like a sieve full of holes, no matter how much nutrients and vitality it has, it will disappear silently slip.

This sense of powerlessness has been haunting her until before going to bed last night.

But now she could feel the difference.

The meridians...it seems to be recovering slowly, and the spiritual power flows smoothly through the meridians.Although still very subtle.But compared with yesterday's image, it can be said that it is a world of difference.

How is it possible...to recover to this overnight?It's like taking some kind of fairy medicine to have such an immediate miraculous effect.

She was still worried about whether it was her own illusion, but she sat cross-legged in meditation, and opened her eyes after a while, her eyes were full of surprise and ecstasy.

It's not an illusion, it's not a flash in the pan, she is indeed recovering!

How is this going?

Master Yuxia looked at her hands, she didn't do anything yesterday.I didn't take any medicine that was different from usual.

How did this change happen?

Could it have something to do with her dream?

But...it's incredible.

Daoist Yuxia sat there in a daze.

It's not that I haven't heard of such a thing, even among the seniors of this sect, there are such legendary deeds.The most talked about is that the patriarch realized the Tao in a real dream, and only then created the Lishui Sword School.

That kind of thing is rare, and it may not happen to one out of tens of millions of people.

Daoist Yuxia doesn't think she has that fate.

But she is indeed getting better now, this change may not be seen by others, only she can feel it.But change is good.She is gradually transforming in a good direction, her body can gradually recover, and the meridians are the same...

Does this mean that she had more than just a dream last night?

Then in the dream, the real person Fujia said that there is someone who can help her, and that person is the real person Fujin. Maybe this sentence is not a lie?

Master Yuxia Huo stood up.His chest was pounding wildly.

Seriously?

But, where should she go to find real Fujin?

She is of the younger generation.Counting forward, Master's generation is the Ming Dynasty generation.There are only a few elders left in the Ming generation, and her ancestors and uncles in the Fu generation. It is said that there are no more elders left.

But there is a direction, just like in the vast night, a little starlight suddenly lights up in the sky.

Although the starlight is faint and far away, there is a glimmer of hope after all!

Qiuqiu saw the real Yuxia approaching in a hurry.He was even a little worried that she would walk too fast and his body would not be able to bear it, so he was taken aback when he heard her words.

"Want that directory?"

"Yes. Show me quickly."

Qiuqiu didn't have time to ask the reason, so she hurriedly recorded the name of the disciple.

Master Yuxia turned to the page she read yesterday, took a deep breath, and looked further.The list is compiled according to the order in which the disciples started. If what she saw in the dream was not a delusion of hers, then...

Daoist Yuxia held her breath.

On the previous page she turned, she found the name that Fujia real person said.

Fu Jin.

Master Yuxia didn't know what kind of expression was on her face, but Qiuqiu asked worriedly: "Master, master, what's wrong with you?"

Although there is only one name, I don't know his origin, I don't know where he is now, but the real person Yuxia is sure that she has never heard of this real person before. Name, it is impossible to create it in a dream.

The guidance given to her by the person in the dream is real.

Master Yuxia restrained her excitement and pointed at the name: "Qiuqiu, have you ever heard of a real person?"

Qiuqiu glanced at it, shook her head and said, "I've never heard of it."

She didn't even know how many of the Ming-character generation, let alone the double-character generation.

"Is this real person any different?"

"He may still be alive and he can help us."

"Master, how do you know?"

Qiuqiu was very puzzled.

Even before going to bed last night, Master Yuxia was at a loss, how could he find a solution when he woke up?

Taking a closer look, Daoist Yuxia's whole spiritual atmosphere is different, and she doesn't look depressed or depressed.

Qiuqiu couldn't help it: "Master, please sit down first, and I will take a pulse for you." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest power.)

ps: Big Chengzi was molested by his little friend. When he was taking him to buy some fruit, a little girl from the kindergarten who was with him screamed and rushed over. She hugged her son and kissed her face~ ~~~~ As a mother, I stood silently aside. .

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