Chapter 11: Yuan Jun Sword Sings from Xiaohan, Long Clothes Instructs Kindness
That night, Hengshou secretly carried Fu Heyi to the ferry and hid him in a large ship.
Soon, the girl came dressed in black.
Looking at the spiritual boats moored at the ferry, she got into the Hengshou Tibetan boat first and found Fu Heyi.
"Sure enough, we are at Cai Luan Ling Fang."
Checking Fu Heyi's status, Fu Liuhui whispered: "Uncle Nineteen, I'm sorry. It's not convenient for my niece to take you away."
She originally planned to take Fu Heyi and leave together. But after thinking about it, if Fu He regretted it halfway and went to Fu Beidou to complain, wouldn't Sixth Brother be in trouble?
Just when she was about to leave, she suddenly saw a sword box on the table.
There is a small amount of dust on the box.
"..."
After pondering for a while, Fu Liuhui suddenly realized: "So there is a flaw here? Brother Sixth, is there some kind of secret skill hidden in those two piles of dust?"
The girl remembered this lesson and gently opened the sword box.
In addition to a Qingfeng sword, there is also a note: "Girl, your brother's remaining wealth, please take good care of it."
"Yuanjun sword?"
Fu Liuhui slowly stroked the blade of the sword, his eyes filled with nostalgia.
The sword is three feet long and three inches wide, with no blade or scabbard. One side is inscribed with Tianqing Talisman, and the other side is inscribed with the seal "Yuanjun", so it is also called Tianqing Yuanjun Sword.
It is the sword that Fu Henghua's father wore during his lifetime, a top-notch treasure.
However, the treasure needs to be warmed and maintained by its owner day and night to maintain its power. Henghua studies every day and naturally does not have the time. Therefore, he sealed the treasure, locked it in the sword box and buried it at the bottom of the Sword Dragon Peak. He used the power of the earth's veins to slow down the spiritual energy.
Loss.
Realizing that Fu Liuhui was fishing in troubled waters and planning to leave the island secretly, Fu Henghua specially opened the sword box and left it for her to protect herself. After all, Fu Liuhui didn't get much when his parents died, and now he doesn't even have a flying sword.
"Thank you, Sixth Brother."
The meaning of Yuanjun sword to Fuliu emblem is even more different.
After her parents died, she was abandoned by her brother. The Fu family learned about it and took her home to raise her and follow the Fu family's order. When she was young, Fu Liuhui and Henghua called her "Mom and Dad". And her swordsmanship was Fu Liuhui's.
Heng Hua's father taught him step by step.
It wasn't until she reached adulthood that she realized that those were not her biological parents, but her uncle and aunt.
But decades of family ties are hard to end. When Fu Henghua's parents died, Fu Liuhui was just as sad as Henghua. However, Fu Liuhui knew the rules and did not compete with Fu Henghua for the treasures left by his uncle and aunt.
Of course, there are not many relics of Fu Henghua’s parents.
Except for the travel notes written by the two during their lifetimes, there are only three magic weapons: Yuan Jun Sword, Black Fire Bird Feather Fan, and Qianzhen Ornament Box.
The fresh air lingers around the sword body, and the sword makes a pleasant clanking sound.
"Long time no see."
When I was a child, my uncle taught me how to practice swordsmanship, using this Yuanjun sword.
While Fu Henghua devoted himself to studying, Fu Liuhui inherited his father's swordsmanship.
Looking at the unconscious Fu Heyi again, Fu Liuhui bowed deeply, put away the sword box and left.
She and Fu Henghua are almost the same age. They grew up together since childhood and have a good understanding of each other.
When she went to the Langhuan Pavilion that day, she realized something was wrong. At night, she sneaked into the Langhuan Pavilion and saw Fu Heyi in a coma.
But she knew what was right, so instead of telling everyone, she went to Danruo Academy from time to time to create the illusion that Fu Heyi was still there.
Even Crane Huang Qiong, after she took away the beast control token, placed it outside the island first, waiting to join them later.
It can be said that the Fu family did not raise any suspicion for more than a month and relied entirely on Fu Liuhui to deal with them.
…
The red sun rises in the east, and the morning dew becomes thinner.
Fu Xiangfeng accompanied a beautiful woman to the Langhuan Pavilion.
That woman is plump and has kind eyebrows and kind eyes, but she is the real steward of Panlong Island today. Fu Xiangfeng’s mother, Zhang Qiulan.
Behind the mother and son, there were two young maidservants, wearing pink floral skirts and with flowers in their buns.
Looking at the blooming flowers on both sides, the beautiful woman stopped and gently shook her peony silk fan:
"The flowers here at Xiaoliu are more beautiful than those at Yuxiangxuan. When you look back, remember to send someone over to keep an eye on him, lest he leaves and the flowers here wither."
The maid behind her said respectfully.
Xiang Feng looked at the woman and hesitated to speak. Seeing that she wanted to walk into the Langhuan Pavilion, he couldn't help it anymore: "Mother, Henghua just went out to meet a friend, and it's not worth going to war. Why did you come here in person?"
"It's rare that Xiaoliu has the idea of going out to visit friends. As an aunt, I naturally can't just sit back and watch."
A few years ago, Zhang Qiulan moved back to Panlong Island with a few girls. Before that, Henghua and Fu Danwei's grandson lived here. She felt that Fu Henghua's life was poor, and she couldn't help but feel that Fu Henghua lived a miserable life. miss.
Walking into Langhuan Pavilion, you can hear Henghua talking to Xiaoyu inside.
"Bring this chair with you. Yes, keep everything on it. This cushion is very surprising to me. When I rest outside, I don't sit on the rocks. Also, bring the pillows and bamboo mats... Of course, the study room ten The eight sense organs cannot be left behind, as they may need to be used later.
"You need to prepare some tea leaves, oh... don't be stingy, bring them all. It's just this little tea, you might run out of it halfway through."
Xiang Feng's expression changed when he saw Henghua unpacking what he was carrying out of the island.
Is it that difficult to get out of the island?
Why don't you just bring some elixirs, get a Qiankun ring, and then sail out of the island?
If you are thirsty, get some water from the stream. If you are hungry, take Bigu Pills. If you are tired, find a place to meditate, or hide in the boat to rest.
"Okay, that's all. Put it in my ring first, then put it on the boat. Come on, help me comb my hair."
Xiang Feng and Zhang Qiulan walked in and saw no one on the first floor, so they went directly to the second floor.
Henghua was wearing single clothes and sitting in front of the mirror, with Xiaoyu tying his hair behind him.
After time travel, one of the things that Henghua was most unaccustomed to was his hairstyle.
In the world of Xianxia, Heng Hua originally thought that everyone was a monk, and they didn't pay much attention to their clothes, so they just took care of themselves casually.
But unfortunately, he was born into a cultivating family.
The family atmosphere is very different from that of a practicing sect or a casual cultivator.
One of the biggest features is clan rules and ethics.
The older the family, the more important it is in etiquette.
The Fu family has been passed down for thousands of years and requires the clan members to pay attention to ethics and appearance. The so-called "parents whose body, hair and skin are affected", and men with crowns must tie their hair, and are not allowed to have loose hair or short hair.
What Heng Hua remembers most deeply is that he used to have short hair when he was a minor. When he came out of seclusion as an adult, he disliked the trouble of long hair and shaved it into a buzz cut.
That night, he tasted his father's bamboo rice for the first time in a long time.
Over the past few decades, the twenty-year habits of the Earth have been almost completely wiped out. Heng Hua has left a strong imprint on him as a descendant of the Fu family.
Act appropriately, behave like a gentleman, and act with integrity...
After being polished by all kinds of requirements, and putting aside the bad thoughts that often come up in his heart, just from the appearance, he is really a gentleman who stepped out of the picture scroll.
But Meiyu has a black heart inside.
"Which crown should I use, Master?"
"Just this mountain-shaped jade crown. By the way, don't let it hang out at the back this time, just tie it up - forget it, it's better to have a high tail."
"Tie them all up."
Zhang Qiulan walked over and said, "It's more convenient to bundle up when you go out."
Oh, is it so?
Henghua looked at Fu Xiangfeng silently.
He tied his hair with a golden crown, but kept a high ponytail at the back. Standing by the door with his sword in hand, he looked heroic.
"Huh, how many times have I told you about your third brother, but he never listens."
Zhang Qiulan looked at her son with disgust.
Fu Xiangfeng shrugged, pretending not to hear, and turned to look at the blooming peonies outside the museum.
Henghua stood up and greeted his second aunt.
"Second Aunt, I borrowed some gold thread from you a few days ago..."
"Isn't it already returned? It's okay. If you need it again, just tell the second aunt. Anyway, there are a lot of gold threads this time."
There was something wrong with Zhang Qiulan's tone.
Henghua lowered his head and vaguely guessed.
This batch of gold thread brocade was sent by Bai Yutang for the old man's funeral.
It's strange that the second aunt is happy.
Zhang Qiulan pulled Henghua to sit down again, touched the head of the obedient boy, and sighed in her heart: Xiao Liuer is still obedient, better than that bastard in my family...
Looking at Xiang Feng standing at the door again, she shook her head.
"Come, my second aunt will tie your hair in person."
It is said that it is tied up by one's own hands, but it is actually a magical technique called "Tianjin Curse".
This spell, improved from the curse of witchcraft, benefits monks all over the world who are not good at braiding hair.
After leaving quarantine, is your hair too long and too messy?
Just chant the mantra gently, and the hair will be automatically trimmed to normal length and knotted automatically.
The only drawback is that the bun spell cannot automatically change various hairstyles. A bun spell only targets one hairstyle.
Therefore, the caster needs to constantly adjust.
As the spell took effect, Henghua's hair automatically floated up, tied into knots, and then tied into a palm-sized mountain-shaped crown.
Zhang Qiulan made some adjustments and nodded with satisfaction: "Not bad, not bad. What a handsome young man. When you go out later, remember to find a few more girls so that you can bring them back to see your grandfather."
Urging marriage?
Henghua hesitated for a moment and looked at Fu Xiangfeng beside him.
Although the cultivation family is different from the sect and cannot avoid this kind of problem, is it too early for me to talk about it now?
Fu Xiangfeng obviously didn't want to get involved in this topic. He stood by the window and looked at the scenery to avoid the flames of war from burning him.
After a while, seeing Zhang Qiulan still chattering, he couldn't help but said: "Mom, we are almost ready, we should go out."
"Why are you so anxious? Your brother hasn't changed his clothes yet."
Glancing at the blue robe hanging on the hanger, Zhang Qiulan frowned: "This kind of clothes is too loose and inconvenient for movement."
Henghua didn't go out for a long time, so he was naturally used to being lazy at home. His robes were mostly long gowns and dark clothes, which could be as loose or comfortable as he wanted.
But when you go out, such loose clothes are inevitably inconvenient.
For example, Fu Xiangfeng, although he is now wearing a robe on the outside, inside is a powerful outfit with sleeves tucked into boots. When fighting, he can throw away the red robe outside and immediately dive into the water with his sword to fight water beasts.
Henghua looked embarrassed when he saw the clothes on the shelf.
He was really unprepared for the third brother's elaborate outfit.
"I guessed that you didn't have enough clothes when you went out, so I specially sent you two pieces. They were made from your third brother's clothes. They are new and he hasn't worn them yet."
Zhang Qiulan took out two sets of narrow-sleeved military uniform trousers, one blue and one red.
The clothes are well-woven and beautiful, and the fine lines hide two protective formations.
"The red one has wind and fire formations. The blue one can move in water. Hurry, try it first."
Henghua couldn't stand his aunt's kindness, so he had to put on the red suit and was given instructions by Zhang Qiulan for a long time.
Fu Xiangfeng tried to interrupt his mother several times, but Zhang Qiulan held her down with her mother's majesty.
"Why are you so anxious? Your brother hasn't been out in years. What's wrong with me giving more instructions this time? He's not you. He's been wandering around outside all day long."
Holding Henghua's hand, Zhang Qiulan said many things to note.
Why don't you just listen to strangers and follow your cousin... Remember not to get separated and don't go to too dangerous places...
Henghua smiled and obeyed his second aunt's instructions one by one.
After all, aren’t the elders’ earnest instructions all for their own sake?
Of course he should appreciate this kind of heart-warming kindness.
"By the way, is the friend you met male or female? What is his personality like, and where is he from?"
"Mom, please stop asking so many questions."
Seeing that Zhang Qiulan was planning to get to the bottom of things, Fu Xiangfeng quickly pulled Henghua out.