Chapter 38 The Ascended Senior Brother is Selfless 11
Immortal cultivators rarely have cravings for food and drink.
Among the four, only Fuchen likes these.
Fuchen took a deep breath, calmed down his emotions, let those tears fall, pretended they didn't exist, and drank the wine in the cup.
So what if I drank it?
Will there be changes?
Putting down the wine glass, Fuchen stood up and left.
In the dim cloudy sky, her back melted into a solitary peak, blending into the mountains and woods.
Qingyun looked at it indifferently, turning the cup in his hand, and the depression and gloominess on his face could be seen at a glance.
Caixia and Qingkong looked at each other in disbelief. One worked hard to reduce his sense of presence, while the other took care of himself.
Qingyun raised his head and said, "Let's go first." After saying that, he turned around and left in the opposite direction of Fuchen.
"Ah." Caixia responded and stared blankly at the person leaving.
He rarely had emotions on his face.
There is no hint of gaffes.
Fuchen had never shown such a strong resistance. She had lost her temper and resisted, but there would never be a moment when she was against them.
After they left, Caixia threw the empty wine glass on Qingkong's face, "It's all your fault! Look at the good things you did!"
Qingkong leaned back, kept a distance, and asked with a smile, "What does it have to do with me? Fuchen is unhappy because she is young and ignorant. Senior brother is unhappy because he is devoted to cultivating the Tao and does not know the fluctuations of people's hearts."
That's all, he raised a weird smile and said, "What does it have to do with me?"
When Caixia saw him smiling in a weird way, she got angry and said, "What does it have to do with you? You have a lot of things to do. You are getting weird every day, and you don't know what your plans are."
Beat, beat.
It's no use scolding.
"I don't care! Find a way for me." Caixia said.
"Hey." Qingkong opened the feather fan with a "brush", fanned it, and thought.
Fuchen did not return to Qingyun Peak, but returned to Lianxinyuan to stay.
Lianxinyuan is a courtyard that Fuchen built himself when he was young. It is not far from Qingyun Peak and belongs to the same mountain range.
Because the surrounding mountains are like petals of flowers, and the lake in the center is leisurely.
The floating dust opened up the center of the continent, built a courtyard, and sprinkled a handful of medicine from the senior sister's room. A bunch of strange trees that couldn't be named grew: they were showing their teeth and claws, with no flowers or fruit, no color, only messy branches, as if to frighten passers-by.
of evil spirits.
Fuchen was inexplicably attracted to the existence of these trees and felt that they suited him.
Qingyun helped to give her an elegant name: Lian Xin.
Unfortunately, because he was taken away to study all year round, the courtyard was rarely used.
This time Fuchen returned to his own yard, lying in the yard basking in the sun every day, still intoxicated.
Half a month later, Qingyun and the others found Fuchen.
Qingkong smiled and said, "Junior sister, we have no one at Qingyun Peak. We have accepted two new disciples and become your senior brother's disciples. But we all have things to do. Look, how about you help and teach me?"
After the last time, the three of them did not dare to force Fuchen. This conversation was also for discussion.
Fuchen raised his head with dull eyes, looking at the three people standing together: Qingyun was still a wooden person, Qingkong smiled to please, and the senior sister had hope in her eyes.
The three of them were all cautious, fearing that Fuchen would be unhappy.
Fuchen retracted his gaze and lay back, "Refuse."
"Look at you..." Qingkong stepped forward and wanted to say something, but Caixia pulled her back. Qingkong turned around and Caixia shook her head, indicating not to force her.
Qingkong had no choice but to give up and prepare to leave.
Fuchen's indifference is clearly visible, and it's not good for them to stay here any longer.
Qingyun stared at Fuchen, his expression changed slightly, and he seemed to have difficulty speaking.
"Senior brother." Caixia gestured.
Qingyun took a deep look at Fuchen, who was lying flat with his eyes closed, and then flew away together.
afternoon.
Aman, the master of Manshan Peak, led the two of them and landed in Lianxinyuan. He greeted Fuchen, "This is the disciple your senior brother has accepted this year, and he wants you to help teach him." He directed the two of them, "Why don't you meet your uncle yet?"
Very familiar.
Fuchen is hostile to the three of them.
The two disciples, a man and a woman, bowed at the same time and said, "Uncle Master."
"Get out." Fuchen warned in a deep voice.
Both of them were stunned and looked at Aman.
Ah Man turned his head and looked at Fu Chen, smiled, and opened his mouth in the tone of instruction from an elder to a younger generation, "These are your senior brother's disciples, and they are also the two best Tianlinggen disciples this year. Your master -"
Before he finished speaking, Fuchen stepped on the empty part, chanted his determination, and launched an attack.
The world suddenly changed, time and space changed, and the three of them fell into a void.
The four-tiered chessboard floated under his feet. In the darkness, the dim light of the chessboard aroused the vigilance of the beasts, as if it fell down into layers of hell.
"Little trick!" Aman summoned his natal weapon "Explosive Golden Double Hammer" and smashed it against the chessboard...
In the evening, Qingyun fell in Lianxinyuan and entered the battle. He saw Aman sitting on the ground, eating melon seeds and counting beans. Two new disciples were sitting next to him.
"Hey? You're here? Hahahaha, you're here." Ah Man greeted with a smile, put away the melon seeds, clapped his hands and sat up, "I've been sitting here for how long. This space-time formation is really mine.
Blind spot. I know martial arts. Please take us out."
The two young apprentices stood up and bowed to say, "Master."
Qingyun's face was gloomy, he nodded, and did not speak to them. He just shouted into the void, "Floating dust."
In one breath, heaven and earth are taken in.
Looking up again, the sky is vast, the mountains are green and the water is beautiful.
"Oh, that's amazing." Ah Man praised, "The person you taught is really good." The laws of time and space can be freely expanded and released, and they can also trap such a high-powered person like him.
"No. Fuchen is so powerful, why can't he-"
"Who asked you to bring them here?" Qingyun looked gloomy and interrupted Aman.
Aman was stunned.
"It's not up to you to decide the affairs of Qingyun Peak." Qingyun sternly accused, turning to face the two young disciples, his eyebrows like swords covered with frost, "Follow me back to Qingyun Peak."
"Didn't you say -" The peak master of Manshan Mountain opened his mouth, but was interrupted.
"Aman!" Qingyun shouted and pulled Shangyun's head.
Fuchen appeared, looking up at the four people on the cloud, his eyes locked on Qingyun, "Slow down."
Qingyun held one of them with his left hand, and grabbed the heads of two others with his right hand. He turned around and explained, "What happened today is my fault."
As a senior brother and the leader of a sect, Qingyun has a very low profile.
Fu Chen knows clearly that at Senior Brother's place, a mistake is a mistake, he is unselfish and there is not much humaneness and sophistication.
Aman saw Qingyun acting like this and was about to open his mouth to say a few words when he received a stern look from Qingyun.
Fuchen's eyes moved to the two people next to him, and he flew up to take a closer look.
The two disciples have a young temperament and firm eyes. The female is stubborn and the male is steady.
The floating dust stretched out his hand, and yarrow grew in his hand.
The colorless yarrow plant facing the woman's face suddenly turned into gold, just like the ears of rice about to fall after autumn.
The proud son of heaven.
The woman stared at the yarrow, neither surprised nor happy, with a calm expression.
The golden yarrow moved towards the man, and the yarrow immediately turned into ink color and withered into dregs.
Fuchen smiled, "Your destiny is really strange."
None of them have ever seen yarrow turn into ink.
"Moxiu?" Aman asked.
Fuchen lowered his head and pinched the foam. It was very hard and hurt his hands.
