A heat wave hit her face, and Wen Yi flew down next to Fu Yun, "Are you still alive?"
The power of the talisman containing the golden elixir is indeed unusual. Although the power of the Phoenix Destruction talisman is not one ten thousandth of that of the previous life, it is enough to deal with a seriously injured Nascent Soul realm.
Fu Yun sat back on a dead tree, glanced at Wen Yi with his dark eyes, and then lowered his head.
With his eyes lowered, he did not appear gentle and obedient, but instead harbored deep suspicion and confusion.
Where did Wen Yi get such a powerful spell?
The lightning protection talisman is in front, and those monstrous flame talismans are behind. No matter how you look at it, you are not born in a small family in Pengmen. It is either a big sect or a hidden sect.
"Ahem." Fu Yun coughed and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth. He took a deep breath and said, "It's okay, it's okay."
Fu Yun was sweating from the pain, and his face turned pale from the loss of blood. He weakly said: "Why save me? Because of Fu Yu?"
"Not entirely." Wen Yi took out the elixir for treating trauma and handed it to him, "As the saying goes, those who hold a salary for others should not let them freeze to death in the wind and snow; those who pave the way for freedom should not let them get trapped in thorns.
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"During my time in Qingzhou, I have seen everything Ziwei Pavilion has done, and I admire you guardians very much."
"Now that we've met, it's only natural to help." Wen Yi was so tired that she sat beside him, "Fu Yu relies on you, he is my friend, and helping you means helping him."
With Fu Yu's simple character, it was obvious that she was pampered and protected growing up.
Fu Yun leaned his head against the tree. After taking a pill to stop bleeding and heal injuries, he looked at Wen Yi's face and suddenly started laughing.
Wen Yi tilted her head, "What are you laughing at?"
"The disguise on your face has fallen off." Fu Yun saw the disguise on Wen Yi's face and just as he stretched out his hand, Wen Yi turned around.
Wen Yi took out a small mirror from her storage bag to touch up her makeup.
If you come in disguise, you will leave in disguise, no matter if Fuyun people don't recognize you.
After finishing her makeup, Wen Yi straightened her messy hair, but she didn't move the crooked hairpin, not for the sake of Fu Yun, she just thought it looked better this way.
"I haven't seen you for a few months, and you have changed a lot. You have also changed your ruthless way, which is impressive." Fu Yun took out a few charms and cast them on his body, looking at the wounds that were healing little by little, "Wen Yi, thank you."
Thank you for helping her at this critical moment.
Thank you for pretending and not causing trouble.
Fu Yun was very lucky that his junior brother insisted on protecting Wen Yi. If she died in Ziwei Pavilion and the two major forces of Piaomiao Huanfu and Fu Zong suppressed her, he would really not be able to bear it.
"You're welcome." She turned her head and looked at Fu Yun, whose hair was not messy, his face was clean, and he was still arranging his rolled-up clothes. "Well, I really don't have any feelings for you anymore, really."
Fu Yun paused, and a glint of unknown meaning passed through his lowered eyes.
With Mr. Lingyu around, he has never been so sentimental on his own.
It's just that when I hear this sentence, I can't help but feel a little uncomfortable, just like someone who shamelessly pursues you and suddenly says that he doesn't love you anymore, feeling empty and unprepared.
"Yeah." Fu Yun responded lightly.
"You can ask Piaomiaohuan Mansion for help." Wen Yi said solemnly: "Qingzhou's predicament cannot be solved by Ziwei Pavilion alone. Piaomiaohuan Mansion may not help directly, but it will definitely help secretly."
In order to prevent Fu Yun from having unnecessary thoughts and becoming vigilant, Wen Yi added:
"Don't worry, Piao Miao Huan Palace will not intervene in Qingzhou's affairs. It is too dangerous here, like thunder that can explode at any time. After you take control of Qingzhou, you can inform the Immortal Cultivation World about this matter and ask them to assist."
Fu Yun has never thought about this. It is too difficult, very difficult and unrealistic.
Not to mention whether his sect will take advantage of this to get involved in Qingzhou's affairs, infiltrate Qingzhou and go crazy to commit suicide in the secret realm. If any important person dies here, Ziwei Pavilion will only have more troubles.
Even if Ziwei Pavilion is really willing to ask for help, those people may not dare to come.
People who didn’t dare to come a thousand years ago, will they be able to come after a thousand years?
"Thank you for your kindness." Fu Yun slowly shook his head and said in a heavy voice: "We Qingzhou people still have to resolve matters in Qingzhou ourselves. If we really can't hold on, we can ask the seventh elder to help."
He was talking about the Seventh Elder, not the Piaomiao Huanfu.
Fu Yun felt that Wen Yi had grown up a lot. When she stepped down from the altar, she could understand the pain of the common people.
This is good for her who practices ruthlessness.
There are many extremes in the ruthless Tao. When she reaches the ultimate level of cultivation, these beautiful memories are the thread that holds her back from getting lost in madness and despair, allowing her to regain her sanity.
Wen Yi nodded, "Okay, I will do my best."
For a moment, the two of them looked at each other in silence. Except for the sound of the wind, the whole world was quiet.
Wenyi crosses her legs and adjusts her breath.
"Fu Yu brought his spiritual pet Fan Fan into the secret realm and disappeared." Fu Yun seemed to have nothing to say, "Can you help me look for it?"
Wen Yi slowly opened her eyes, "Sorry, no, before I find Fu Yu, I have to find a friend who is as important as my life."
She and Shen Yu are now grasshoppers tied to the same rope, and his life is Wen Yi's life.
"Is it a man?" Fu Yun asked, "When did he come in?"
Wen Yi: "Yes, it's a man. As for when he came in, I can't tell you directly."
Shen Yu and her were inseparable, but this situation was hard to explain.
Fu Yun was silent for a while, "Jiang Huai's jade eyes are higher than his head. It's better to keep some distance between you and him."
Seeing that he had misunderstood, Wen Yi explained: "It's not him."
Jiang Huaiyu's life and death has nothing to do with her.
"You should leave the secret realm as soon as you are injured like this." Wen Yi stood up, "I'm leaving, take care."
Fu Yun stood up and said, "Okay, pay attention to safety."
His warm and slender figure disappeared into the thick blood-colored fog again, his eyes were very complicated, as if he had encountered some problem, and his brows were furrowed.
After an unknown amount of time, Fu Yun took out a book from his arms.
There are a few small words printed in small seals on the upper right corner of the book cover: Sealed Book.
The Sealed Book is a treasure passed down from generation to generation in Ziwei Pavilion. It records ancient formations, spells, etc., and is its foundational treasure.
This book records the lost Sishui Chinese characters, so it is difficult to practice and stagnant, so it was gradually shelved.
Over the years since it was sent to Fu Zong, even those who are proficient in Fu Zhuan have not been able to understand it. However, in Fu Yun's hands, it can undergo earth-shaking changes. He knows what is written on it without any teacher.
It seems like he was born just for this book.
Recite the mantra in your mouth and make seals with your hands.
The golden light imprinted on his angular face, outlining the deep outline, "Yu Feng, Ji!"
A gust of wind surged under Fu Yun's feet, and the whole person disappeared.
At the same time, where he passed, the blood-like thick fog gradually faded, as if it was washed away by something.
The ghost that touched the purified blood mist screamed and turned into a pool of blood.