The moment the bloody door closed, the black clouds and mist in the sky disappeared.
The submerged spirit gradually faded and disappeared into the dark night.
Fu Yun fell from the air uncontrollably.
Gu Yanting saved his friend with quick eyes and quick hands.
He looked at his friend whose green hair had turned into long snow-white hair, and with a stinky face, he was about to curse a few words, but what came out of his mouth was:
"You have a good rest, I will help you handle the affairs of Ziwei Pavilion."
Of course, the so-called processing is just to maintain stability.
Gu Yanting's rash intervention in the management of Ziwei Pavilion will definitely cause unstoppable danger.
The Yunshui Sword Sect can be considered a well-known sect in the world of immortal cultivation.
Although Gu Yanting has no illusions about this three-acre land in Qingzhou.
But people's hearts are fickle and suspicious, and he will never leave any clue to harm himself or Fu Yun.
"Thanks."
Fu Yun had many things on his mind.
For example, why did Wen Yi enter Qingzhou in disguise?
Why did Wen Yi get close to Fu Yu?
Why did Wen Yi's temperament change drastically?
For example, Ziwei Pavilion sacrificed too much vitality in the sealing ceremony and was seriously injured. How will it gain a foothold in the world of immortality in the future?
Fortunately, after General Shen Shui heard his plan, he left a special mark on the Book of Sealing. Only Fu Yun could summon the black-armored army from the ruins of the Divine War to fight for him.
Because he knew that Fu Yun would drain all his abilities.
If someone in Ziwei Pavilion wants to take the opportunity to usurp the throne, this will be Fu Yun's trump card and confidence.
In the end, Fu Yun couldn't utter a single word and fell into a deep sleep.
...
When Fu Yu woke up, a month had passed since Ziwei Pavilion sealed the ruins of the Divine War.
He looked blankly at the familiar roof and suddenly saw a familiar figure, and asked quickly:
"Senior brother, have we come back? Where is Wen Yi?"
His memory stayed at the time when he and Wen Yi both fell into the dark River Styx and were washed away by the rapid river.
Soon Fu Yu realized something was wrong.
The senior brother's hair suddenly became silvery, and his whole body became very weak, as if he had aged a lot overnight.
"Senior brother, what's wrong with your hair? And..." Fu Yu paused: "What about your cultivation?"
Why can't I sense my senior brother's cultivation?
Fu Yu, who was eager to know the answer, struggled to sit up.
He looked nervously at his silver-haired senior brother, and had a bad feeling in his heart.
Fu Yun said in a deep voice: "Ziwei Pavilion and I spent all our spiritual power up and down to seal the ruins of the divine war and preserve the peace of the people of Qingzhou for a hundred years."
He did not exaggerate too much about his sacrificial spirit when sealing.
It didn't say how difficult the sealing process was.
Just stating the facts lightly.
It was as if what he had lost was not his Nascent Soul Realm cultivation, but his negligible spiritual power.
Fu Yu felt regretful after hearing what happened in Ziwei Pavilion after she fell into coma.
If you are more careful, you will definitely be able to help seal the ruins of the God War.
Then senior brother will not lose all his cultivation and have to start from scratch again.
"I'm sorry..." Fu Yu's eyes were red and moist, and he lowered his head humbly.
"I shouldn't have disobeyed you, brought Fanfan into the ruins for you to search for, and almost delayed your important event."
"It's all over." Fu Yun looked at his disfigured junior brother and knew that he had suffered a lot in the ruins of the God War:
"Some experience and growth are necessary. Fortunately, most disciples of Ziwei Pavilion have only lost their cultivation and can start over."
He spoke very casually, but practitioners all know how much pain, how many hardships and obstacles one has to go through from the time when Qi is introduced into the body to the step-by-step advancement to the Nascent Soul realm, and special opportunities are also needed.
All these things add up to create a Yuanying realm monk.
Fu Yun not only sacrificed his health, but also his own future and faced unknown dangers.
"I'm sorry." Fu Yu choked out and said, "I was too willful, senior brother, I'm sorry."
Looking at his guilty junior brother, Fu Yun did not say any more, but gave him more time to digest, allowing him to slowly adapt to Wen Yi, to his current self, and to the current situation of Ziwei Pavilion.
"You were brought out by Wen Yi from the ruins of the God War." Fu Yun waited outside for a long time and slowly pushed the door open. "Has she ever told you that she is from the Miao Miao Huan Mansion?"
"I have said it, Wen Yi has never concealed it. I like him, senior brother, and she left just like that before I had a chance to express my feelings." Fu Yu felt unhappy in her heart: "Senior brother, I want to leave Qingzhou, and I can go find her if I want.
?"
Fu Yun looked at him steadily: "No."
He is not prohibited from losing his land to seek his own marriage.
It's Wen Yi's status and strength that lies there.
Judging from the performance in The Relics of the Divine War, Wen Yi has no romantic feelings for his junior brother, and only regards his junior brother as a friend, not even Lan Yan's confidant.
If the junior brother goes to look for her rashly, he will only feel sad secretly.
It's better to have short-term pain than long-term pain.
"Why?" Fu Yuyu didn't understand: "I just wanted to express my feelings to her, and I didn't expect Wen Yi to respond to me."
He just wants to pursue the girl he likes.
Even if the other person's appearance is mediocre, his cultivation level is just that, and he has no family background.
What he liked was Wen Yi, and it had nothing to do with her appearance, cultivation, or family background.
Even though Wen Yi was a casual cultivator with no family, no sect and no influence, Fu Yu's love was so pure and sincere.
"She won't agree to you." Thinking of Wen Yi in disguise, Fu Yun also felt very complicated:
"Brother, I can tell you for sure.
Wen Yi now has no illusions about any relationship between a man and a woman.
All she did was for that bet."
The bet with Ling Yujun Jiang Huaiyu.
"Bet, what bet?"
Fu Yun: "The three-year agreement with Jiang Huaiyu."
After hearing about the three-year agreement, Fu Yu was stunned for a moment and then his expression changed drastically:
"It is possible that I have seen the portrait of the district elder. She is thousands of times prettier than Wen Yi. There is absolutely no way it could be her."
"What's impossible?" A sarcastic voice came from outside the door. The person who came was none other than Gu Yanting, who was wearing a robe from the Yunshui Sword Sect. "She just lied to you, an innocent idiot with no emotional experience."
Gu Yanyun looked down at Fu Yu, unabashedly expressing her dissatisfaction with him.
I don’t know what this kid did to make a proud and arrogant person like Wen Yi try his best to bring him out of the dangerous ruins of the God War.
"But their looks are completely different." Fu Yu got angry.
If this Wen Yi is that Wen Yi, then their status is indeed completely different.
What's more, Wen Yi, his senior brother and Gu Yanting all had an unknown past. Fu Yu felt that her heart was broken.