"Ling Yu, you're already here, why don't you come back to Ziwei Pavilion with me? The game with you ten years ago was interrupted by Wen Yi. Can we continue it now?"
What Fu Yun wants is to control people.
With people from the Jian Sect around, the elder from the Fu Sect who was domineering in Qingzhou should be more restrained.
After all, Jian Zong is the number one sect in Zhongzhou.
Ling Yujun wanted to say goodbye, but when he saw Wen Yi in Fu Yu's arms, he immediately changed his mind, "It's hard to refuse the hospitality of the pavilion master, but I'm disrespectful."
Fu Yun was a little surprised to see him cooperating.
Mr. Lingyu is very arrogant and arrogant, and ordinary people cannot see him.
Although I can reply politely, I won't give any more feedback. Something is different today.
He followed Jiang Huaiyu's eyes and saw Wen Yi in his junior brother's arms.
Ling Yujun's cultivation has reached the peak of the Golden Core Realm. He must have heard what his junior brother just said, maybe because of Wen Yi's name.
"Fu Yu." Fu Yu said to his junior brother who looked worried: "Take Mr. Ling Yu and Fairy Wen Yi back to Ziwei Pavilion. I will go back after finishing the things here."
Fu Yu hugged Wen Yi, and Shen Yu's expression on the side became more and more ugly. He was filled with rage and wanted to kill someone.
Fu Yu said obediently: "Mr. Lingyu, please."
Jiang Huaiyu took a deep look at Wen Yi's ordinary face, and followed Fu Yu with his sword.
Suddenly, a strange strong wind struck, Fu Yu was shocked, and his life was knocked away by the force.
He quickly threw Wen Yi to Jiang Huaiyu and controlled the Life Sword with his mind. The crooked sword flew for a long time before it stabilized.
Jiang Huaiyu reached out and hugged Wen Yi, neither throwing it nor throwing it away. He stood there as if he had been held in place by a body-holding technique.
Many people have thrown themselves at him over the years, and Wen Yi is the craziest.
Jiang Huaiyu seemed to be an outstanding male disciple in Durban. He had no interest in women and avoided Wen Yi like the plague.
Even if he knew that the Sword Sect disciples were bullying Wen Yi, he would still be indifferent.
It was Wen Yi who was bullied by his classmates, not Jiang Huaiyu, so what did it have to do with him?
This time, Jiang Huaiyu, who held Wen Yi firmly in his arms, felt strange in his heart.
She looks skinny, but she is not light at all.
After Shen Yu wanted to knock down Fu Yu, he used the cover of thick fog to take Wen Yi away.
Unexpectedly, Fu Yu would rather be injured than protect Wen Yi, which made Shen Yu feel blocked.
What's even more terrible is that Jiang Huaiyu did not throw away Wen Yi.
Ah!
Wen Yi's obsession with Jiang Huaiyu made Shen Yu's ears ring with laughter.
Although Wen Yi has no idea about Jiang Huaiyu anymore
Seeing this scene, Shen Yu couldn't help but ridicule, "If Wen Yi knew that she was being held by Jiang Huaiyu and wouldn't let go, she would be so excited that she would go crazy."
He was about to use his second spiritual power to force Jiang Huaiyu to let go, when he saw Jiang Huaiyu suddenly let go and Wen Yi fell from the sky.
"Wen Yi!"
Fu Yu took action faster than Shen Yu. In the blink of an eye, he reached out to hug the falling girl and glared at Jiang Huaiyu:
"Ling Yujun, no matter how much you hate being close to a female cultivator, you can't add insult to injury."
Wen Yi is in a coma, what can she think about Ling Yujun?
After saying this, Fu Yu regretted for a while.
Is it too harsh to speak for yourself?
After all, Lord Ling Yu is also a genius of the Sword Sect, and it seemed impolite to speak just now.
"Since you have stabilized the sword, I will give it back to you." Jiang Huaiyu took back his empty hand and stood on the sword. His handsome face was obscured by the thick fog that passed by, making his expression unclear.
"Fortunately, he's fine." Fu Yu checked before regaining control of his sword.
To be on the safe side, he wielded the sword as slowly as an old cow or an old cart, and the pedestrians on the road walked faster than him.
Jiang Huaiyu didn't rush him, but followed slowly.
Shen Yu's face became increasingly ugly.
He flew to Wen Yi's side, his figure gradually became transparent and dissipated, and the two Qianyuan Sword fragments were submerged into his storage bag.
Jiang Huaiyu looked at Wen Yi sensitively.
"What are you looking at, Mr. Lingyu? Is there something on my face?" Fu Yu was afraid of embarrassing the sect, so he observed the movement of the fairy sword in the mirror. He was relieved when he saw that there was no problem.
Ziwei Pavilion is located in front of the Yunling Mountains in the east of Qingzhou City, facing the sea, with endless dense forests to the north, and the lifeless ruins of the God War to the west.
Huge stone pillars hundreds of feet high are connected to form a huge stone forest in front of the mountain range, and each pillar is hundreds of feet wide.
The stone pillars are engraved with dense charms and inscriptions.
At the top are rows of airy and breathable houses.
Wen Yi woke up and saw this scene.
Ziwei Pavilion is located on the clouds like a castle in the air. The stone pillars are connected by iron bridges. It is obviously in mid-air. The wind is not strong and the temperature is not low. Compared with the hot Qingzhou City, it is very cool here. , and the field of view is broad.
Although we were in mid-air, the wind was not strong and the temperature was not low.
Compared with the hot Qingzhou City, it is very cool here and has a wide view.
If the Yunshui Sword Sect is a city on the water, this is the Cloud Pavilion, with a completely different style.
The stone pillars that soar into the sky serve as the base. They are magnificent and majestic, which opened Wen Yi's eyes.
"Wen Yi, you're awake." Fu Yu landed on the ground but didn't put down his hand, "That's great."
Wen Yi jumped down from his arms, and suddenly her feet became weak, and when she was about to fall to the ground in a panic, a hand suddenly stretched out from the side to hold her.
Wen Yi turned her head, saw Jiang Huaiyu's world-weary face, and shook her hand suddenly.
Jiang Huaiyu was stunned.
Fu Yu was shocked.
As far as he knew, no one could resist Ling Yujun's charm. Wen Yi was worthy of being his friend and was very loyal.
"Wen Yi, welcome to Ziwei Pavilion." Fu Yu raised the corners of her mouth, revealing two pear dimples, "Welcome to you too, Lord Lingyu."
Jiang Huaiyu's expression did not change, "I'm sorry."
When Fu Yu introduced various places to Wen Yi with a smile on her face, Jiang Huaiyu suddenly said, "Fairy Wen Yi, why do you appear in the dilapidated temple?"
"The Festival of Sacrifice to the Gods is coming soon. I was very curious about which god was being worshiped and wanted to pay my respects for good luck, so I showed up at that place." Wen Yi said impatiently: "Do you have any opinions?"
Jiang Huaiyu obviously didn't believe this explanation.
He came out following the thermometer.
Wen Yi is also a foreigner and doesn't understand Qingzhou at all. Why can he accurately find Beicheng who is possessed by a ghost?
No changes were found in that place, not even Ziwei Pavilion.
Jiang Huaiyu: "The next question is who was injured by whom."
"I don't want to reply. I am a victim, not a criminal. Lingyu-kun has so many questions and is so curious. You should investigate by yourself instead of doubting what I did."
Wen Yi was not polite at all, "Ling Yujun, you not only have a mouth, but you also have hands and eyes."
She has no patience at all with Jiang Huaiyu.
The three-year agreement is one reason.
The bigger reason is that Jiang Huaiyu is arrogant and Wen Yi has a huge prejudice against him.
"If you don't tell the person who seriously injured you, either you are an accomplice with him, or you were seriously injured without seeing it." Jiang Huaiyu did not give in, and asked aggressively, "Which one are you?"
Wen Yi has never lost when it comes to talking heads.