Chapter 53 The Ascended Senior Brother is selfless and unselfish. Extra (2)
Qingkong leaned forward and said seriously to Qingyun, "I have been thinking that during the war, Fuchen and Tiandao joined forces. But is Tiandao in the small world really that powerful?"
"Those golden immortals are calling the Eternal God. One God!"
"The Heavenly Way of the Small World can't even defeat the previous High God. If it were so powerful, the High God wouldn't have taken advantage of it and come here to show off its power."
Qingkong spoke faster and faster, gesturing with the feather fan in his hand, "Besides, it's not good for Heaven to choose you, why choose Fuchen?"
"What's so special about her that makes her better than you?"
"In the beginning, Tiandao chose to practice Tianjichi's Fuchen, no problem."
"But for the final decisive blow, why did you choose Fuchen instead of the strongest you?"
"Heaven can make such a choice because it must be convinced that Fuchen has this ability."
"Who is more powerful than the gods in the upper world of Liuhe?"
"People from the upper realm of Liuhe World!"
There was a loud sound in the clear sky, and the feather fan knocked on the table, finalizing his conclusion.
There is a heaven beyond the sky, as all immortal cultivators know.
In this case, Tiandao got the news and requested foreign aid in order to save himself. This explanation is also possible.
Qingkong's eyes were burning, staring at Qingyun.
Qing Yun Yun Qing Feng Qing, there was no reaction. But his eyes were a little dazed.
Qingkong noticed Qingyun's absence, lowered his head and took a sip of tea. After observing his words, he continued, "There is also Fuchen who lost his soul. This is also very suspicious."
"She said she didn't feel anything. It was probably mixed with something else. What if it was the way of heaven?"
"If it's the way of heaven, it's normal for you to search for souls and not know."
"If it is the way of heaven, it is very convenient for Fuchen to communicate with the way of heaven. The Xingluo chess formation contains hundreds of powerful people, so even if Fuchen is not around, it is very convenient to operate."
"And her appearance." Qingkong knocked on the table, "How could she be picked up by the master by such a coincidence?"
In the end, everything about Fuchen is suspicious.
Qingtian was in a daze, not sure if he heard it. Halfway through, he heard the movement behind him and turned around.
In order to see the ants, Xiao Fuchen took out the entire ant hole from under the tree. The ants attacked in groups, chasing Fuchen and biting him.
Fuchen was in pain, and while shaking his hands, he continued to dig out the ant holes.
The black ants were already densely packed and crawled up to my knees.
My feet are already black.
Qingyun went over and cast a spell to rescue the person from the ant pile. Knowing that persuasion was useless, he took out the spiritual breath from the space and gave it to Fuchen to play with as clay.
The spiritual breath is rich in spiritual energy, and it can be brought alive by blowing it. It can be made into a human being by pinching the earth.
When he saw the soil, Fuchen's eyes were instantly attracted, and he grabbed the spiritual breath and started playing immediately.
Qingyun hugged Fuchen and put it beside him to watch, just in case.
As soon as he landed on the ground, Fuchen squatted down and played with his spiritual breath. He said "ho" and "ho" twice, and pairs of clay figures crawled out of the doorstep of the room.
The little people formed a visible queue, holding "weapons" in their hands, approaching Fuchen step by step, and gathered together.
"Ha. This aesthetic is absolutely amazing." Qingkong stared at the little clay figurine, setting a new limit.
Can you learn aesthetics from Caixia?
Each of the little clay figures only has eyes and mouths, and heads of various shapes. Their hands and feet have no fingers. Some are simply made of leaves and stones glued together, and their bodies have the marks of fingers pinching together - two pieces are dented in the chest.
.
Rough, random, ugly.
When the clowns and monsters saw Fuchen, they saluted and said hello.
"ho" and "ho" again.
The little people immediately divided into two camps and fought against each other.
On the small ground, mud was flying, and there were countless casualties.
Qingyun stared at the little Fuchen squatting on the ground and playing with the dirt, "I only know that she is Fuchen and my daughter."
Looking back on the past, Fuchen has arranged everything.
Take her with you again. Even if this child does not have her aura, he is stupid and stupid, and his IQ is only five years old of a child in the human world.
Very satisfied too.
She kept arguing and wanted to move around instead of studying.
Now, it's good that he takes her to do it.
Qingkong was not surprised, he smiled and flapped his feather fan, "Anyway, I will forget these things soon. I am telling you, I just hope you know."
A visitor from the outer world has been with them as a junior for so many years, and after all calculations, it is not a loss.
Looking back at the past, Fuchen's nonsense seems cute and vivid.
Looking at the child in front of me again, the sky is clear but she is smiling without saying a word.
Still have a headache.
In the evening, Caixia heard the sound and came over to eat together. She also brought a bunch of tonics from her pocket for Fuchen to eat as jelly beans.
If you have milk, you are a mother.
Every time Caixia came, Fuchen's eyes would not stop staring at her for a moment. There was a little more sparkle in his eyes, just like when she used to eat sweets.
In the evening, after seeing the two of them off, Qingyun played with Fuchen until she got tired and fell asleep.
Looking at that familiar sleeping face, I wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth.
Sitting in front of the table, lighting a lamp, looking at the broken clowns one after another on the table. Comparing the impressions of the painting, stitching them back together one by one.
Make some repairs and then blow it up to become an adult.
When it's finally finished, blow out the lamp, go to bed, and meditate.
On this day, Qi Shan suddenly came to the small courtyard.
After that day, Qi Shan officially took over the position of Fu Chen's Demon King.
Externally, it also severed relations with Tianyi Sect.
I have never seen him in these years.
When Fuchen saw the stranger, he just looked at him blankly. The eyes were hollow and dull, as if the person was a piece of wood.
Fuchen quickly turned his head, raised his head and shouted to Qingyun, "Guoguo. Guoguo."
Qingyun nodded to Qishan, took out the backpack from the Qiankun bag, and put it on Fuchen's back.
The fruit trees in the mountains are bearing fruit.
It's time for Fuchen to start eating again.
With the basket on his back, Xiao Fuchen set off towards the mountains.
Qi Shan looked at Xiao Fuchen passing by with no expression on his face.
Qingyun poured tea for Qi Shan and asked him to sit down, "Are you here just for Fuchen?"
Qi Shan did not sit down and said, "I can take him."
Qingyun shook his head slowly, "Children belong to their parents before they reach adulthood. They only live with their partners after they reach adulthood."
In short, it is inappropriate for Xiao Fuchen to be left to Qi Shan.
Qishan didn't say much, stood there for a long time, and then left.
Between mountains and fields.
Fuchen raised his head and stared at the fruits above his head. The fruits were thick and abundant, hanging in a ball on the branches, attracting the desires of all kinds of beasts.
He swallowed his saliva and kicked the tree with his feet.
Head up and wait.
To no avail.
Fuchen turned around.
A fruit fell from the tree, as big as an adult's fist, and it fell into the basket.
Fuchen was driven by the force behind him and fell to the ground with a thud.
Tree roots protrude from the ground.
Butt hurts.
Fuchen was angry. He clenched his fists and kicked the tree trunk several times. After feeling relieved, he left with the basket on his back.
Behind, the big trees dropped their fruits one after another, rolling down one by one in rows.
Fu Chen, who was walking ahead, accidentally stepped on the falling fruit, staggered, and was carried away.
"Ahhhh."
On the hillside, the floating dust stepped on the rolling fruits and was forced to run along.
Due to an accident, I failed to win and fell to the ground. My head hit the ground, my body turned somersaults, and before I could stand still, I started running.
"Ahhhh."
"Da da da." The fruit army was chasing after them. The red color was very bright.
There is a ravine just ahead.
The floating dust jumped up.
The legion of fruits behind them also flew up along the arc, hitting Fuchen's fleshy buttocks one by one with incomparable precision.
"Hey, hey, hey." Fuchen covered his butt, feeling the pain.
Qingyun came to look for someone, saw the floating dust, and waved his hand. The floating dust in the air flew into Qingyun's arms.
The fruits behind fell into the ravine one by one and did not follow.
"It hurts. It hurts." Fuchen covered his butt.
Qingyun lowered his eyebrows, and just as he was about to cast a spell to relieve the pain, the dust on his hands fluttered against his legs, trying to get down.
Put people down.
Fuchen ran home with the basket on his back and his buttocks covered.
When Qingyun returned, he saw Fuchen leading his army of ugly clay men, "ho" "ho" "ho" heading towards the mountains to collect the debt.
Qingyun didn't stop him, he just followed behind to prevent his children from suffering too much.
He thought: The tree demons can't move. If Fuchen loses, they can move.
