Chapter 13 A trip to Queyue Mountain
Fu Zhu frowned slightly and continued: "Third Senior Brother, I may not be able to help you with this. On the day of the freshman test, Master left the mountain in a hurry, and I didn't even see his face."
I don't know what important things happened.
Fu Zhu stood up, brushed off the grass clippings on his clothes, and said goodbye to Li Wuxia, "Third Senior Brother, I still have things to do, so I won't stay any longer."
"You can handle Miss Zhuang's matter yourself. I can't give you any advice."
Li Wuxia looked at the girl in front of him who had already reached his shoulders, and then he really realized that the little girl who used to just toddle behind them had grown up.
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Zhao Zhiying plucked the weeds on the ground in boredom, looking in the direction the sword cultivator girl was leaving from time to time.
It's been so long, why hasn't she come back yet?
You won't leave yourself here anymore.
But her barrier was impregnable, and he couldn't get out, so he could only wait and wait.
Zhao Zhiying has lived for eighteen years, and finally knows what it feels like to see through the autumn water.
A beautiful shadow, from far to near.
The girl was dressed in aqua blue, which in Zhao Zhiying's eyes became the most beautiful color in the world.
The talisman came closer, and with a wave of Guangxiu, the barrier disappeared.
"Let's go, I'll take you back to Queyue Mountain." The girl sang softly, like fairy music.
On the back of the sword, Zhao Zhiying asked, "Where is your senior brother?" She came to Donglu Mountain to look for her senior brother, but why did she come back alone?
"Don't inquire about other people's affairs."
Will be beaten easily.
"Oh." Zhao Zhiying was silent for a while and then changed the topic, "I and the girl are considered life and death friends. Can I know the girl's name now?"
"talisman beads."
"?" The wind was too strong and I couldn't hear clearly.
"Fuxiu's talisman, Dongzhu's beads." Fuzhu said again patiently.
Since she borrowed Zhao Zhiying's fairy sword, she naturally had to leave her name so that she could return the sword later.
Now Zhao Zhiying heard it clearly and thought about the name twice in his mind, thinking about which sect had a disciple named Fu Zhu.
Miss Fu Zhu has superb swordsmanship and has even reached the Golden Core realm at a young age. Such a genius is very eye-catching no matter which sect she belongs to.
But Zhao Zhiying went through the geniuses of each sect and became more and more sure that he had never heard of the name Fu Zhu.
Even the more contrast, the more heart attack.
Because he found that none of the proud men in the major sects that he could name had succeeded in forming pills at Miss Fu Zhu's age.
The long sword flew through the air, traveling thousands of miles in an instant.
Through the clouds, Zhao Zhiying saw the shadow of the sect. He pointed to a mountain in front and said to Fu Zhu, "Miss Fu Zhu, the mountain in front is the entrance to Taixuan Sword Sect."
Fu Zhu nodded and stopped the flying sword.
She took out the curtain hat from her storage bag and put it on, as if she didn't want to see anyone.
Zhao Zhiying didn't dare to ask any more questions, fearing that Fu Zhu would strike him with a sword.
But in fact, everyone who is close to Fu Zhu knows that she has a very good temper.
Soon, the disciples stationed at the mountain gate spotted the two of them, and gathered around them with flying swords in their arms. The moment they saw Zhao Zhiying's face clearly, they exclaimed, "Uncle, you are back, I'll go
Notify the boss!!"
Fu Zhu looked meaningfully at the "half-baked" Jindan realm next to him. Is this guy quite senior in the Taixuan Sword Sect?
The disciple ran so fast that Zhao Zhiying couldn't stop him.
Fortunately, there was one of his companions who was relatively calm.
He held his sword and bowed in salute, his eyes lingering on Fu Zhu, "Uncle Master, who is this girl?"
Zhao Zhiying was about to speak when she was interrupted by Fu Zhu. Even though the other party could not see her expression through the curtain, Fu Zhu still put on a friendly smile.
"My surname is Fu, and I am your junior uncle's creditor."
The girl's tone was gentle and there was a smile in her words. She didn't look like she was here to collect debts at all.
The disciple glanced at his uncle. He said nothing, obviously acquiescing to what the girl said.
"I wonder how many spiritual stones my uncle owes the girl?" the Queyue Mountain disciple asked politely, with a hint of probing.
They have all gone after the Taixuan Sword Sect to collect debts. Is the debt that my junior uncle owes money?
If it's money debt, it should be a lot...
Fu Zhu took his time and stretched out five fingers.
"Five hundred spirit stones..." That's okay, he should have so many in his storage bag.
"No," Fu Zhu shook his head, "It's five thousand high-grade spiritual stones."
Five...five thousand?
Or a top-grade spiritual stone?
Junior uncle, what has he been doing?
Zhao Zhiying pursed his lips and said nothing. If he hadn't lost his storage bag, he would have compensated Miss Fu Zhu long ago, and he wouldn't have been publicly executed in front of his young nephew.
"Little nephew, please help me get it together first, and I will pay you back later." Zhao Zhiying obviously lacked confidence.
"..."
Is this a matter of getting together? Even if you kill him, you won’t be able to get five thousand high-grade spiritual stones!
But the junior uncle has already spoken, no matter how difficult it is, he has to do it, and no one can see the joke of their Taixuan Sword Sect.
Face still needs to be picked up.
"Uncle Master, Miss Fu, please wait a moment. I'll go collect the spirit stones right away."
Fu Zhu found a stone and sat down, while Zhao Zhiying stood insistently.
After a while, Zhao Zhiying regretted it.
If he had known that he would also wear a curtain hat to block his face, the gossiping eyes of the junior brothers, sisters, and nephews who passed by would have been fixed on his face.
Faintly, Zhao Zhiying could still hear their discussions.
"Isn't that Uncle Zhao Zhiying? Isn't he standing in the bright sun?"
"How is that possible! My junior uncle must have a reason for doing this." The one who defended him was a beautiful female disciple of the Taixuan Sword Sect.
"Why doesn't he go up the mountain? What has little uncle been doing at the foot of the mountain?"
"Hey, there is a woman beside him. Do you know which junior sister she is?"
Everyone shook their heads. There were so many female disciples in the Taixuan Sword Sect, and so many people admired their junior uncle. How could they all know them all?
Seeing that more and more people were surrounding him, they only watched in the shade under the tree and did not come over. Zhao Zhiying couldn't tell them all to disperse.
He felt more and more that it was really wise for Miss Fu Zhu to wear a curtain hat.
As long as you can't see your face, you won't be embarrassed.
If Fu Zhu knew what Zhao Zhiying was thinking, she would tell him that he was overthinking it. Dai Curtain Hat just didn't want people to see that she was the one who sent Zhao Zhiying back.
As for what happened next, it was all a mistake.
After Zhao Zhiying suffered for an unknown amount of time, the Taixuan Sword Sect disciple who gathered the spirit stone finally returned.
He raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and said breathlessly: "You've kept Junior Uncle and Miss Fu waiting for a long time."
It was really difficult to get five thousand high-grade spiritual stones, so he found many junior brothers to barely get enough.
"Look, girl, it's not bad."
Fu Zhu took the storage bag and threw it directly into his own storage bag without checking it, "No need to look at it."
She earned it anyway.
Fu Zhu flew away with his sword, leaving only the remaining sword energy to cut through the clouds on the spot.
The disciple looked up at the sky and exclaimed, "What an amazing flying skill with a sword!"
This is called Yu Jian. What's going on with their Yu Jian?
"Uncle Master, when will my sword control skills reach this level?"
Chapter completed!