Yuxia saw the man in front of her and stopped. She didn't have time to doubt and hurriedly rushed up.
True Man Fujia turned around and looked down at her.
This scene has never happened in the memory of Yuxia Zhenren. She had never acted so boldly when she first entered the sect. She always followed the rules, and her master also liked her the most.
She was also sure that she had never seen Fujia Zhenren.
But now she saw him clearly.
Fujia Zhenren has pale skin, long eyebrows are flying slanted, and is wearing a Taoist robe with duck egg green and a high collar, looking very afraid of the chill.
"Your name is Yuxia?"
Yuxia nodded.
No, that's not the case. She had just started and the master had not given her a formal Taoist name.
True Man Fujia bent down and looked at her seriously: "Are you Mingyou's disciple?"
Yuxia Zhenren nodded again.
Fujia Zhenren's attitude was like treating an equal peer, rather than looking at a disciple, with a high school prisoner and contempt.
"What are you asking me for?"
A strange feeling surged in Yuxia's heart.
She originally thought that this was just a dream she imagined, not real. She wanted to go back to Xiuyuan Mountain too much, wanted to figure out the whole story of what happened, and was too curious and focused on the name of Fujia Zhenren
.
But at this moment, she suddenly felt a sense of admiration and contempt. The teacher in front of her was the sect's teacher, and she could tell her worries and desires in her heart to him.
"The real person, the sect encountered an unprecedented catastrophe. The younger generation was incompetent, and both of them were helpless. I asked the real person to guide the younger generation, how could they resolve this catastrophe and how could they save their fellow disciples from water and fire?"
Fujia's true man's eyes were soft and his expression was compassionate, and his fingertips gently brushed the corners of her eyes.
The water traces at the corner of her eyes rubbed against his fingertips.
"I didn't expect that among the juniors of the sect, there was a person like you." Fu Jia Zhenren took her hand and led her forward. He seemed to know everything. He asked her: "The head of the sect excludes you and is framed by his fellow disciples.
If you are alone, you will be able to stand by and watch the sect."
Yuxia Zhenren was confused for a moment.
"Why do you still have to go back? Will you face the consequences of being burned with jade and stone?"
Yuxia was a little confused, and she remembered the long, difficult and lonely years.
"When I first left the sect, I felt very resentful. At that time, I thought, one day I would take revenge, to make them regret treating me like this, and to make them regret what they did that day.
I thought that if I had the ability to defeat the sect, I would let out this anger. One day I would return to the sect. Go back with glory and glory, and be proud..."
Fu Jia listened carefully to her words.
"But after a long time, my anger gradually faded. I often remembered that I was a deceased master. When I was Elder Huang, who was like my biological daughter, and when I was framed, I was the only one who was the only one for me.
The righteous junior brother, later I heard that he was dead... I grew up in the sect. Without the sect, there would be no me today. If Master, the junior brother and others were still alive, they would be willing to see me.
Do……"
Fujia Zhenren was quiet for a moment and suddenly laughed. The smile was very light, but it felt like it was so beautiful that it was soaked in spring breeze.
"So that's the case... No wonder I met you." Fu Jia Zhenren said softly: "You are very similar to me when I was once."
Likeness?
Where does it look like?
Yuxia Zhenren couldn't figure out what the person in front of her was thinking. Does it mean that she was also seriously injured and her foundation was destroyed?
"There are birth and death, there are ups and downs." Fujia Zhenren was standing beside her, but his voice seemed to be coming from a very distant place, from the mountains with obstacles in the distance, from the vast clouds.
His ethereal voice came from deep: "You go find someone and he can help you."
"Who is that person? Where is he?"
True Man Fujia turned to look at her, and his figure slowly faded away like ink drops dripping into the water: "He is my senior brother Fu Jin."
The last thing Yuxia saw was that Fujia's hand gently whipped her forehead, and Yuxia's body shook. The whisk seemed like a slight cool breeze, which made her feel refreshed.
"Where is Senior Fujin?"
But this time she didn't get an answer.
Yuxia looked around in a daze, and could no longer see Fujia's figure. She was the only one on the mountain road, facing the quiet and vast Xiuyuan Mountain. The sun shone on her body, and her shadow was dragged alone on the stone steps of the mountain road.
Zhenren Yuxia suddenly thought about something. Just now... she seemed to have never seen the shadow of Zhenren Fujia from the end.
In early spring of March, the weather is still cold, and the mountains are filled with wet and cold mist in the morning. When Yuxia woke up, she looked out the window brightly, and she was not surprised.
Since she woke up this time with serious injury, she had not slept so well for a long time. Even after taking Ningshendan, she still always woke up before the early morning and then waited for dawn to arrive in the dark.
This time I actually slept until dawn.
Yuxia Zhenren stood up on the couch and put on her clothes.
But she was stunned when she was halfway through the belt, her fingertips trembled slightly.
No...very wrong.
She knew best how severe the damage to her roots and bones and meridians were. The dark shadows that hit like snowflakes all over the sky took away her vitality every time they passed through her body. Even though she escaped from birth,
But the remaining body was full of holes, and she even felt like a pile of shreds of paper barely piled up together. The wind was a little stronger, and the pile of waste would be blown away everywhere and could no longer be spoiled.
Even after Shu Yuquan's breathing, even if there is a magic medicine for her, her body cannot retain these benefits, just like a sieve that is purely a hole. No matter how much nutrients and vitality there are, it will be silent.
slip.
Until last night before going to bed, this feeling of powerlessness kept pestering her.
But now she could feel that it was obviously different.
The meridians actually... were actually recovering slowly, and their spiritual power flowed and ran smoothly between the meridians. Although it was still very subtle, it was a world of difference compared to yesterday's image.
How could it be... to recover like this overnight? It was like taking some elixir, which had such an immediate miraculous effect.
She was also worried about whether it was her own illusion, but she sat cross-legged and opened her eyes after a moment, her eyes were full of astonishment and ecstasy.
It’s not an illusion, it’s not a flash in the pan, she is indeed recovering!
What's going on?
Yuxia looked at her hands. She didn't do anything yesterday. She didn't take any medicine that was different from usual.
How did this change happen?
Does it have anything to do with her dreams?
But... it's incredible.
Yuxia Zhenren sat there in a daze and was stunned.
It’s not that I have never heard of such things, even the predecessors of this sect have such legendary deeds. The most common thing is that the ancestors realized the truth in their true dreams and founded the Lishui Sword Sect.
That kind of thing is hard to come by, and not one of the millions of people will encounter it.
Yuxia really doesn’t feel that she has that fate.
But she is indeed gradually improving now. Others may not be able to see this change, but only she can feel it. But changes are good. She is gradually transforming in a better direction, and her body can gradually recover, and the same is true for meridians...
Does this mean that she had more than just a dream last night?
So what Fujia said in the dream that someone could help her, and that person was Fujin. Maybe this sentence is not a false statement?
Yuxia Zhenren stood up, her chest pounding.
Do you take it seriously?
But, where should she go to find Fujin's real person?
She is from the Yu generation. Counting forward, the master's generation is from the Ming generation. Even the Ming generation is only a few elders. The Fu generation is her master and uncle. It is said that she has already long been
None of them remain.
But with a direction, it was like in the vast dark night, a little starlight suddenly appeared in the sky.
Although the stars are faint and far away, there is a glimmer of hope after all!
Qiuqiu saw Yuxia coming in a hurry. She was even worried that she would walk too fast and her body could not bear it. As a result, she was stunned when she heard her words.
"Want that directory?"
"Yes. Let me see."
Qiuqiu had no time to ask the reason, so he hurriedly admitted the disciple's name.
Yuxia looked to the page I read yesterday, took a deep breath, and looked forward. The list was compiled according to the order of the disciple's entry. If what I saw in my dream was not a delusion of her, then...
Yuxia's breathing was held.
On the previous page she turned over, she found the name Fujia Zhenren said.
Fu Jin.
Yuxia Zhenren didn't know what expression she had on her face, but Qiuqiu asked worriedly: "Master, Master, what's wrong with you?"
Although there is only one name, I don’t know his origin, and I don’t know where he is now, but Yuxia Zhenren is sure that she has never heard of this real person before. Even if she imagines how she is in her dream, she doesn’t know Fu Jin.
Names can't be created in dreams.
The guidance given to her by the dream is indeed true.
Yuxia Zhenren suppressed her excitement and pointed to the name: "Qiuqiu, have you heard of a real person?"
Qiuqiu glanced at it, shook her head and said, "I have never heard of it."
She doesn’t know a few people with the Ming generation, let alone the Fu generation who is more upward.
"Is this real person different?"
"He may still be alive, and he can help us."
"How did you know, Master?"
Qiuqiu was very puzzled.
Before going to bed last night, Yuxia was still at a loss, but how could she have a solution when she woke up?
If you look closely, Yuxia Zhenren's entire mental aura was different, without any sluggishness and sadness.
Qiuqiu couldn't help but: "Master, sit down first, I'll take your pulse for you." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations, monthly votes, and your support is my biggest
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ps: Big orange was molested by a friend. When he took him to buy fruit, a little girl from the same kindergarten screamed and rushed over. She hugged her son and kissed her face.