Chapter 47 The Ascended Senior Brother is Selfless 20
While flying on the water, Fuchen turned to his senior brother and taunted, "You can't catch me! You can't catch me!"
He turned his head and was hit on the head by a branch that grew out of the tree.
"oops!"
The floating dust flying in a straight line was knocked out of angle and fell down. Just in front of the grand canyon, a waterfall flew down.
When it fell down, the flying sword went straight through Fuchen's back collar, slowing down the falling speed.
Qingyun Sword strung Fuchen around a corner and brought the person to Qingyun.
The floating dust was like meat on an iron skewer, and she didn't dare to move. She couldn't guarantee that if she moved around, the sword light would pierce her poor neck.
"Hehe." Fuchen greeted Qingyun with a smile, showing his eight teeth.
Qingyun's face was gloomy, his eyes were like stars in the dark night, his eyesight was drawn with a trace of disgust, and he threw back his sleeves.
Qingyunjian took the "prisoner" Fuchen and followed behind.
Return to the top of Qingyun Mountain again.
Fuchen fell to the ground, and as soon as he straightened up, the sword was pointed at his neck, full of threats.
"You're back." Qingkong greeted with a smile. The tea cup in front of the table was bottomed out and the feather fan was placed on the table. He smiled with foxy eyes and was waiting to watch the show again.
Fuchen raised his head, and he stood tall and tall in green clothes and white hair. He was noble and cold, still as inconspicuous as a sword, with its sharp edge withdrawn; like a sword that is eye-catching, but its sharp edge cannot be concealed.
A born fairy.
The immortal stretched out his hand.
Fuchen, who was kneeling on the ground, subconsciously put his hand up - and was opened unceremoniously.
"Pagoda." Qingyun emphasized.
Fuchen shook his head in silence.
Qingyun took out something and threw it towards Fuchen.
Fuchen turned around and tried to escape, but was struck hard by the Qingyun Sword, hitting the entrance - the next moment, his vision went dark.
"Hey." Fuchen sighed and was locked in the tower. He touched his neck and saw thick liquid and bleeding.
It was dark night everywhere, and there was no light.
"You should reflect carefully in the pagoda. When will you be willing to hand over the pagoda and when will you be released?" Qingyun's voice sounded like a bell from outside the pagoda.
At the same time, a faint light appeared in the tower. Everything around was visible.
In the center is a futon where you can meditate and practice.
There is no bed or table, just three futons.
Looking up, it was dark, as if there were stars hidden in the night. But I didn't know if there were any stars.
Fuchen sat obediently on the futon and meditated with her eyes closed. The sword energy of Qingyun Sword was domineering. She needed to repair the sword wound.
This villain is very innocent.
He has never done any bad things, and he takes the country and the country as his own responsibility. He works hard all his life without complaining, and devotes himself to cultivation and promotion.
Do not have grudges with others, do not compete with others, be indifferent to fame and fortune, and stick to your true intentions.
Logically speaking, this kind of person should never be a villain.
However, if you don't fight with others, someone will be eyeing you.
Fuchen calmly thought about the whole thing: the "Liuhe World" as the "upper realm (heaven)" was already overcrowded, various resources were occupied by various forces, and the rights and interests were fixed. Therefore, the ambitious people set their sights on the lower realm.
"Three Mountains World".
There are not many resources in "Three Mountains World".
People in the lower realm can break through the boundaries of the world and fly to the upper realm.
People in the upper realm have no openings and can go down. Even if they go to the human realm to escape the tribulation, their cultivation will be prohibited.
This is the protection of the lower realm and the restriction of the upper realm.
However, they set their sights on the opening to ascend to the lower realm.
Once someone breaks through the boundaries and opens an opening, the ambitious people will go backwards and search for resources. As they are already strong, they can break through the boundaries and fly back at any time.
As the leader of the Tianyi Sect, the number one sect in the "Three Mountain World", Qingyun is the person most likely to break through the boundaries.
In fact, he is almost the only one who can break through the boundaries and ascend to the upper realm.
The whole world is the invasion and devouring of one world by another.
Qingyun is just a poor unlucky guy who happened to be targeted.
The floating dust suppressed his grievances, calmed down, and thought: It is useless to just stop the blue clouds from rising. Ambitious people cannot be driven away without a stick.
Suddenly a bright light appeared in the tower. There was a slender silhouette in the light, and there was a familiar atmosphere.
"Senior brother!" Fuchen stood up with a smile.
Qingyun came over with gentle eyes and touched his head.
Fuchen held his hands in his hands, turned his head affectionately, put his hands together, raised his head and asked with a smile, "Senior brother, will you come to accompany me?"
"Yeah." Qingyun squeaked, his thumb slid to his neck, and he retracted the sword energy bit by bit. He took out another medicine bottle.
A cold feeling came from the neck.
Fuchen smiled and accepted the good impression, and was not surprised that Senior Brother Qingyun accompanied him.
This has been the case since childhood. As long as there is time, senior brother will definitely supervise the cultivation personally.
Qingyun sat down and meditated.
He was seriously injured and has not yet been fully repaired. It would not be possible for him to practice for a hundred years.
Fuchen lay down, staring at Senior Brother Qingyun's white hair, wrapping his hands around it, wondering what he was thinking.
Qingyun closed his eyes and meditated, as quiet as a clay statue.
Fuchen stood up, laid his head on Qingyun's knees, stared at Qingyun's face, and asked, "Senior brother, do you believe me?"
The sound was light and soft, being absorbed by the wide tower without any echo.
No one answered.
The air flow turned back and forth, Qing Yunfang opened her eyes and rubbed her head, "Are you carrying too much?"
As gentle as ever.
He is worthy of being an immortal who "looks at things like the sun and looks at things like clouds."
He knows everything and understands everything.
Fuchen chuckled, leaning his face on the crook of his arm, silent.
Qingyun still rubbed her head and comforted her.
Fuchen said, "Senior brother, will you accept me as your junior sister if you don't regret it?"
Qingyun chuckled softly. It was as if he was laughing, "You also know that you are difficult to lead," but he still said, "No."
Fuchen changed direction, stared at Qingyun, and asked casually, "What if I let my senior brother take me over again? Will it give me a headache? Are you still willing?"
Qingyun raised his head, his gentle smile never disappeared, his eyes were long and he was thinking seriously.
Half pay, he shook his head.
"Repeat it again, I'm sure I'll have a headache." The clear and cold voice slowly spread, "The warmth and happiness when we get along are also unforgettable."
"So, I won't be unwilling."
Fuchen listened quietly, the light in his eyes flickering and falling into beads, like eating peaches. "Thank you."
Qingyun pulled the person up, came closer, looked at each other, and said seriously, "Fuchen, you are young. Since we are still here, you don't need to support him."
Sure enough, he understood everything.
Fuchen smiled, "Senior brother, you can't carry everything on your back."
Suddenly he looked solemnly and looked directly at Qingyun, "Senior brother, are you willing to be the sword in my hand? At my disposal?"
Qingyun's eyes searched Fuchen's eyes several times, and then he left easily, "Tell me about your plan."
Fu Chen kneaded the trick, and a star chessboard appeared under their feet. The silver light emitted from the interlaced chessboard illuminated their faces.
"I want to limit the battlefield to my chessboard."
This story is almost over. There will be an extra chapter.
