Wen Yi has never lost when it comes to talking heads.
"You don't care what kind of person I am, in short, it has nothing to do with you." Wen Yi turned to Fu Yu and smiled, "He has no right to know, I'm just telling you."
Fu Yu was flattered, and raised the corners of her mouth high because she was afraid of Jiang Huaiyu's displeasure, so she lowered the corners of her mouth over and over again, eventually collapsing into a straight line, revealing two pear dimples.
Jiang Huaiyu felt that the ordinary-looking Wen Yi in front of him was no less generous than the one from Piaomiao Huanfu, and could make him furious.
"Mr. Lingyu, Wen Yi has no ill intentions." The visitor is a guest, Fu Yu said with a smile:
"Don't worry, it involves the safety of the people of Qingzhou. Senior brother and Ziwei Pavilion will investigate it."
With that said, he asked his disciples to take Ling Yujun to the guest room, while he himself took Wen Yi to the room next to his residence.
Jiang Huaiyu took a deep look at Wen Yi and left.
"Qingzhou is really different from other places, as if it is isolated from the world."
Wen Yi attached his hands to the railing and looked into the distance. He could see the sea, forest, Gobi and the boiling and roaring ruins of the God War in the distance.
If Shen Yu hadn't led her to the entrance, Wen Yi wouldn't have known how to get in.
"Our place is special." Fu Yun actually yearns for the outside world:
"The people in the city also want to get out, but once locals escape, it will bring disaster to the outside world."
"It's not that we want to be isolated from the world, but to protect people outside from the influence of ghosts."
Wen Yi looked sideways at Fu Yun, who was full of energy, and patted him on the shoulder:
"When all the ghosts and monsters in the ruins of the God War are wiped out, the people of Qingzhou will no longer have to live in this kind of fear."
It is really hard for the people of Qingzhou to live in dire straits.
If you are not careful, you will die.
Fu Yu sighed: "Will it?"
Ziwei Pavilion has tried hard for thousands of years but has not been able to purify the evil ghosts in the ruins of the War of Gods.
Since the Fu Sect came to the door and Ziwei Pavilion was forced to become its affiliated sect, the highest level of the pavilion master was restricted to the Golden Core Realm, and his control over the ruins of the God War became increasingly weak.
Fu Yu is very pessimistic about the future of Ziwei Pavilion.
Therefore, I understand more and more what my senior brother is trying to do.
Only by breaking away from Fu Zong and Ziwei Pavilion can Qingzhou have a future.
"Fu Zong doesn't care about Qingzhou?" Wen Yi didn't know much about the situation in Qingzhou. She only knew that Ziwei Pavilion was an affiliated sect of Fu Zong.
"Fu Zong is just a leech lying on Ziwei Pavilion's body to suck blood." Speaking of Fu Zong, Fu Yu's fair and baby-fat face was full of displeasure, "They only know how to squeeze Ziwei Pavilion, how can they help."
Ziwei Pavilion originally took refuge in Fu Zong, hoping to use Fu Zong's power to eradicate the monsters in the ruins of the God War and restore peace and prosperity to Qingzhou.
Wen Yi raised his eyebrows, expressing his understanding of the matter.
The world is as dark as crows, and the six major sects are also misty. Huanfu does not interfere in the affairs of the affiliated sects.
However, there are also restrictions on the cultivation level of the subordinate sect leaders.
"The enemy of your enemy is your friend. If Fu Sect doesn't help, you can ask other sects for help, such as Piao Miao Huan Mansion. Their seventh elder has a connection with the master of Fu Yun Pavilion and will not let it go."
If Fu Yu agrees, Wen Yi wouldn't mind sending a copy of the revised book to the head senior sister.
"Piao Miao Huan Mansion is plagued by suffering, and..." Fu Yun paused and whispered:
"Besides, the seventh elder is a pervert. After she fell in love with her senior brother, she went too far towards Qin Muchu. That's why we broke off the engagement. Now we ask them for help..."
In short, he was thin-skinned. Wen Yi shrugged, "She doesn't care."
She thought silently in her heart: I am not an old sex critic, thank you!
Fu Yu shook his head, "I care, and my senior brother cares too. It depends on everyone to rely on everyone to run, and it will definitely not work if Qingzhou relies too much on external forces.
The gift of fate has already been secretly marked with a price.
Qingzhou can only rely on ourselves."
Wen Yi agreed with his words.
"Stop talking about these troublesome things, Wen Yi, come with me." Fu Yushen said mysteriously.
Wen Yi had a clear understanding, "Watch Fanfan?"
Fanfan is Fuyu's spiritual pet, a palm-sized shark, soft and cute.
Fu Yu nodded.
The two walked through the unique house and finally came to Fu Yu's residence.
When Wen Yi saw the blue pool, he was surprised and said: "Where did you get this seawater from such a high place?"
"It's not sea water, it's a pool made with talismans and some medicinal herbs containing spiritual energy." Fu Yu pointed to the thick fog shrouding his head:
"Although we live high up, there is a device that turns fog into rain. If the fog doesn't disperse, Ziwei Pavilion will never be short of water."
Ziwei Pavilion is built on stone pillars and shrouded in thick fog.
On the roof of each building there are rune stones to dispel dense fog condensed by talismans, like a lighthouse in the dense fog, shining with warm orange light to dispel the haze.
There is a dense concentration of special rune stones on the bridge to prevent disciples from making mistakes and falling into the abyss.
If you fall from here, you will die or not.
"It turns out that thick fog can really turn into water." Wen Yi looked at the device in mid-air and gave a thumbs up, "The person who created this is really amazing."
Fu Yu turned around and entered the house, pulled her hair and revealed the spiritual pet inside the barrier.
"Don't get me wrong, I am not in the Golden Core realm." Fu Yusheng was afraid that Wen Yi would misunderstand his hidden strength:
"In the world of immortality, only masters of the Golden Core Realm can form enchantments. In Qingzhou, you only need to borrow special spells to form various enchantments. The stronger the caster's spiritual power, the stronger the enchantment."
If you are not capable enough, just use auxiliary tools, Wen Yi understands.
The trip to Qingzhou gave her a lot of experience.
"She is Fan Fan." Fu Yu held up a palm-sized shark with hair like blue seaweed and came up to her:
"She was discovered when I was following my senior brother to get rid of the sea monsters. Fanfan is still young and can't sing, but she likes to eat fish roe."
The little shark had a fair face with pink makeup and chubby flesh. She opened her eyes to reveal blue eyes as clear as the sea, babbling and opening her hands to Fu Yu to hug her.
Wen Yi had no resistance to beautiful things, "Can I hug her?"
"Fan Fan is still eating today." Fu Yu took out a frozen fish roe and handed it to Wen Yi, then carefully sent the spiritual pet over, "You can feed her."
The moment Wen Yi hugged Fan Fan, she felt an extremely cold breath.
She instantly understood why Fuyu had to use a barrier to isolate Fanfan.
This evil spirit is the best tonic and parasitic body for ghosts and monsters.
Wen Yi unsealed the fish roe and threw it into her mouth.
"She... she often wants to eat, so she calls her Fan Fan." Fu Yu felt a little embarrassed, just like a daughter she raised asking for food when meeting a friend.
Wen Yi chuckled, "Very cute."
She took out a pearl silk flower from her storage bag, shrunk it and put it on her blue curly hair, "Girl, make it beautiful, it's so beautiful."
He was babbling a lot and dancing with excitement.
Fu Yu looked at Wen Yi's ordinary face, and her heartbeat suddenly accelerated.