Mr. Fu did not understand the meaning behind this, so he went up and touched his daughter's head, "It's good to be safe. I have asked the kitchen to prepare your favorite fried fish pastry and hibiscus shrimp eggs for you. Let's go for a meal."

He wanted to take his daughter in, but he didn't touch her. Turning around to look at her daughter, Fu Shilang said, "What's wrong?"

Fu Yao stood there, looking at her father's face, looking at him as he returned safely, showing a big rock falling to the ground, and smiled and said with a curved look: "I'm back, there's something I want to tell you."

"What?" Mr. Fu said in a daze.

"I'm not angry with you." Fu Yao said, "You will live a hundred years in this life. I will pave your way for you; I will scan your obstacles for you. In the past, you protected me, but in this life, I will protect you."

Mr. Fu didn't understand what his daughter meant. What he wanted to say, but he saw a fog rising around him. His daughter's figure gradually drifted away with the white fog. When he was about to find someone, there was only a vast area left in the white fog.

...

On a passenger ship heading to Chang'an, Mr. Fu suddenly woke up from a nightmare.

He seemed to have just dreamed that his daughter had left him, and even when he woke up now, he still felt sore and swelling in his heart.

He looked at the window in front of him with lingering fear. The cold moon was like frost outside. The cool breeze blew in, as if to comfort him and tell him that it was just a dream.

"What's wrong with the master?" Qi Fang walked in after hearing the movement.

Mr. Fu shook his head, "It's nothing, I just had a bad dream. Where are we now?"

"If everything goes well, there will be about ten days left to go to Chang'an." Qi Fang said.

Ten days left.

Mr. Fu calculated his days in his heart, and he might not be absolutely safe when he arrived in Chang'an. But knowing that he could meet His Majesty successfully, he should be able to go and pick up his daughter home with peace of mind.

"You can sleep for a while." Qifang said, "With Mr. Lu'an helping to take care of Miss Gu, there should be no problem."

"Yes." Mr. Fu lay down again. Even if he was anxious, it was useless. At present, only by dealing with this matter first can we talk about other things.

...

While Mr. Fu lay down again, Fu Yao also opened his eyes in Qingsongguan.

In the world of Huang Liang's dream, her soul has just entered, and her body is still there. Now that she wakes up from the dream, her soul will naturally return to her body.

Looking at the starry sky outside the Qingsong, Fu Yao really felt like he had gone away in his previous life.

After lying on the recliner for a while, Fu Yao used a yellow pen to collect the yellow dream, and then carried the unconscious Fu Jiu back to her carriage.

No matter what the past is, everyone will live a good life.

...

After dawn, Fu Yao and Zhongli came to the shore of the South China Sea.

Under the South China Sea, Zhongli's sword was still stuck there, and beside the sword, the dragon's corpse was intact. It was probably because it was too long that the dragon was covered with a thick layer of mud, and the dragon scales on it were dim and dull.

With this trend, it will be sooner or later for the dragon corpse to be corrupted by time.

Fu Yao walked around the dragon corpse, cleared the mud on it, and said to Zhongli: "Did you set up the surrounding formation?"

There is a very faint formation aura around the dragon corpse, which is not noticed by ordinary people, but it cannot be hidden from Fu Yao.

"Yeah." Zhongli set up this formation mainly to gather souls for the dragon, "but it seems to be of little use."

Five hundred years have passed, but the dragon corpse has never moved.

"This kind of thing is to leave people to fate," Fu Yao said, "we can only try our best."

Speaking of this, Fu Yao released Huang Liangxian.

Some sins committed by people must be repaid by themselves.

As soon as Huang Liangxian came out and saw Fu Yao, she looked a little unfair. She still remembered the incident of being sacked before, and this was the first person to be so rude to her.

"Who are you?" she asked Fu Yao.

"It doesn't matter who I am and what identity," Fu Yao said, "What matters is that I am about to resurrect you."

Huang Liangxian immediately shut up.

"But, if you have the evil spirit of killing, even if you are resurrected, you will not be able to become a god again. And I promised Zhuzhi that you will become a god again. In order to complete this transaction, I can only feel wronged and wronged you." Fu Yao smiled, but anyone who is familiar with her could hear the coldness from this smile.

Huang Liangxian instinctively felt that the visitor was not good, and she said vigilantly: "What do you want to do!"

Unfortunately, before she finished speaking, she found that her soul was stuffed into a white paper bird.

She wanted to struggle, but in the end she could only flap her wings and fly.

"Well," Fu Yao pinched the bird's wings and took off the bird's legs.

For Huang Liangxian, who is already a paper bird, these legs are already part of her. Fu Yao removed her legs, and her whole body was twitching in pain.

But Fu Yao didn't care about her life or death, but used the paper on her legs to make a very small water cup for Huang Liangxian to hold it in her mouth. "If you throw this bucket away, I will break your wings and use your wings to make it for you. When all your body dissipates, you will never be able to resurrect in your life."

Hearing this, Huang Liangxian was so angry that she rushed towards Fu Yao's face, but in an instant, her whole body was grabbed in her hand. Then she met the woman with a black ribbon in front of her and showed a gloomy smile at her, "Don't challenge my patience, I won't be pitying."

Huang Liangxian's anger was almost extinguished by this smile. This time she felt the threat of death again.

As for the first person who made her feel the threat of death, she was standing next to the woman at this time.

Huang Liangxian didn't know what it felt like.

Fu Yao threw her into the sky and said, "That bucket is used to pack the water of the Tianchi Lake in Changbai Mountain for you. When the dragon turned into a dragon, you were lying in the water of the South China Sea. The water of the Tianchi Lake in Changbai Mountain can help it renurt the dragon soul. The day when the dragon soul reconciles is the day when you become a god again."

When Huang Liangxian was thrown out of the sea, the sea breeze blew, blew her to a high altitude. When her body returned to balance, she looked at the sea surface. The sea water was vast, and there was no shadow of Zhongli and that woman.

Huang Liangxian, who was full of dissatisfaction, did not want to pretend to be Tianchi water as the woman said. She waved her wings angrily, wanting to ask for help from her former friends.

However, her bird's body is light and light, but it cannot fly too high. The clouds above the sky can easily wet her body. Once the body is wet, her flight becomes particularly difficult, so she can only fly low.

But if she flies low, she is easily discovered. The birds in the sky regard her as an alien and will peck her from time to time, and people on the ground will use slingshots to shoot her when they see her.

In just one day, Huang Liangxian had a claw hole in her body. The appearance of the claw hole made her very painful. She even doubted whether she could last until she met her old friend...

After Fu Yao confirmed that Huang Liangxian had adapted to the flight, she let her flow.

"What can really help the dragon condense its soul is not the water of the Tianchi Lake in Changbai Mountain, but the power of faith of the gods." Fu Yao said to the bamboo, "The dragon is her debt, and she must bear these sufferings by herself."

So it is almost foreseeable in the future how hard Huangliangxian will live. Moreover, this hard work is not temporary. If it is at least a hundred years, it is possible for hundreds of years.

Zhuzhi in the yellow pen was silent for a long time, and finally sighed, which was considered to be accustomed to Fu Yao's approach.

Who knows if hundreds of years of suffering will be another kind of redemption after accumulating a small amount?

...

Ten days later, Mr. Fu successfully arrived in Chang'an. After he arrived in Chang'an, he went to see the guards and commanders beside His Majesty in a low-key manner, and then he was successfully taken to the palace.

After seeing the evidence obtained by Mr. Fu, the saint became very happy.

No one doesn't like the sound of money in his pocket.

"This time, Fu Qing, you have made great contributions to me." The saint said, "But I can't make your contributions public yet."

Mr. Fu hurriedly said: "It is the honor of the grass people to share the worries of the grass people."

He knew very well that before Jiangnan's money was returned, he had to keep it covered.

The saint was very satisfied with Mr. Fu's knowledge. This was the minister he wanted. He was capable and obedient. He knew to make the right choice at the critical moment.

"Don't worry, I want to come and give a clear distinction between rewards and punishments." The saint promised, "Since this matter is evidence you found, you will continue to finish it."

The implication is to hand over the credit to him.

When he goes to handle the case in Jiangnan, he will not only come to regain his position, but it is very likely that he will be promoted.

Mr. Fu immediately kowtowed and thanked him. That night, he ordered a secret decree, and quietly left Chang'an with the saint's order and the people from the Supervision Bureau.

While Fu Shilang Shen came to Chang'an and left Chang'an without knowing it, Qi Shuangbai was leading his caravan toward Chang'an City on another official road.

When the towering city of Chang'an appeared in everyone's sight, in the carriage in front, a beautiful woman with a high nose and deep eyes with exotic charm poked her head out of the carriage, looking at Chang'an City and exclaimed: "Is this Chang'an?" It was even more magnificent than she thought, and it was no shame that the emperor of the Central Plains lived.

"Sit back." Qi Shuangbai looked at her with an unhappy expression in front of him and said, "The premise of my promise to bring you to Chang'an is that you are not allowed to cause trouble for me. Chang'an is a very dangerous place for you. If you want to be arrested, just show your face openly."

When the beauty heard this, she stuck out her tongue and retracted back into the carriage.

Seeing that she was so obedient, Qi Shuangbai's expression calmed down.

This beauty was met by him on the road, and she was willing to pay a big price just to ask him to take him to Chang'an. If it were an ordinary woman, Qi Shuangbai would naturally not pay attention to it. But when he saw the totem carved on the woman's accessories, he had a different guess about her identity in his heart, so he had this adventure.
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