He hooked his hand on Hongxiu's shoulder and let him drag him towards the main peak of Dahuang Mountain.
"I really don't know why you are so persistent. You are like this and you still want to go!"
It was the first time for Hongxiu to have such close contact with Zhang Siyuan. It felt very comfortable and she liked it very much.
Especially when I feel the other person's broad shoulders, my heart is beating fast and I can't help myself.
"I didn't want to either, but there was a voice that kept pulling me and letting me go."
Zhang Siyuan turned around, looked at the face so close, and suddenly laughed.
He didn't know if he was considered a philanderer, but he really didn't have any thoughts about the red sleeves in front of him.
Because he feels that he does not belong to this world.
Even if the other person has a beautiful figure, even if the other person has mature femininity.
"Mr. Zhang, I remember you once said that swordsmanship is not what you are good at, right?"
Hongxiu felt the breath emanating from the other person's mouth and hair, and immediately turned her head to the side, deliberately finding a topic to ease the current embarrassment.
Zhang Siyuan: "Did I say that?"
Hongxiu: "You never said it, but various signs will give people this feeling."
Zhang Siyuan suddenly laughed.
However, this smile seemed to have touched a wound, causing him to cough.
"My mother told me that kendo is passed down from my Zhang family, and whether I like it or not, I have to master it.
Therefore, I have been taught all kinds of knowledge about kendo since I was a child.
But you know, when you don’t like something, no matter how much knowledge you have, it’s useless.”
"Then you..." Hongxiu couldn't believe it.
If we just talk about swordsmanship, at least in her knowledge, no one has reached Zhang Siyuan's level.
"I have no choice but to learn and learn. The more I learn, the more I will become proficient.
In comparison, I prefer Fu Dao."
Zhang Siyuan's words made Hong Xiu not know what to say.
Fu Dao?
Zhang Siyuan's name is Fu Dao?
In this world, there are people who draw talismans. It is said that the founder of talismans is Tang Rou.
Because she invented a different talisman and passed it down to this day.
As for what Zhang Siyuan used is not called Fu Dao, the gap is too big.
Sometimes, a casual stroke is an attack, which is very different from the so-called drawing of a talisman.
"I think swords are more suitable for young masters."
Um?
Zhang Siyuan suddenly became happy: "My mother said the same thing about me. She said that I am a natural swordsman genius. If I can reach the extreme, I can even surpass my father."
Hongxiu: "..."
"Unfortunately, I don't see any future."
As he spoke, the extraordinary dagger suddenly flew out from his hand and flew around the two of them.
Hongxiu thought Zhang Siyuan was controlling the dagger, but only Zhang Siyuan knew that the Bufanjian now had its own consciousness, and he didn't need to control it at all.
This is also the reason why he can exert his most powerful sword.
While the two were talking, they had already left Dahuang College, crossed the sky, and arrived at the main peak of Dahuang Mountain.
Looking at the fairy-like mountain peaks and the spiritual beasts flying overhead, Zhang Siyuan also began to yearn for it.
The steps one after another seem to be traveling through the clouds.
It wasn't until the two of them got closer that Zhang Siyuan discovered what kind of clouds there were. It was clearly caused by too much spiritual power.
He took a deep breath, took a step forward, and said with emotion: "Why don't people come to such a wonderful place?"
Hongxiu: "No one is not allowed to come, it's just that there are restrictions."
Zhang Siyuan shook his head and walked slowly up the stairs.
At this moment, he seemed to blend into the entire mountain. When he looked at the surrounding scene, it was already a little different.
"Have you seen that place? It's called Shihua Peak. Several of my great uncles live there."
"And over there, the ancestors of the Gu clan live."
"The peak on the right is all teachers from Dahuang Academy."
Following the direction of Hongxiu's finger and listening to the other person's introduction, Zhang Siyuan discovered that there were people living here.
However, the people living here have very high status.
This is the reason why strangers are not allowed to come near this place.
The place is good, but it is occupied by senior management.
Moreover, Hongxiu has introduced all the places, except for the main peak in the middle.
With the support of Hong Xiu, they arrived at the main peak.
An ancient breath came to my face.
Each building tells the story of its past.
In front of the square, there is a signboard with the word "Xianyuan" written on it.
Seeing these two words, the fairy garden at Yuelong Villa suddenly appeared in Zhang Siyuan's mind.
The handwriting is exactly the same, clearly written by the same person.
In the distance, there is an ancient tree with branches and leaves so lush that it covers half of the mountain peak.
The fruits on the tree are like crystal, emitting little starlight under the sunlight.
Standing here, it feels like being in a fairy tale.
Not to mention Zhang Siyuan, even Hong Xiu, who had come here more than once, was dumbfounded when he stood in the square.
"What a nice view!"
Zhang Siyuan couldn't help but feel strange.
Hongxiu on the side nodded slightly: "This was once the residence of the high-level officials of Dahuang Mountain.
It was built by that person. After he took people to the fairy world, it was no longer open to the outside world.
Only those with meritorious deeds can apply once."
Zhang Siyuan listened carefully. As he walked on this land, the closer he got to the ancient tree of life, the more he could feel a voice calling him.
When he came to the Mother Tree of Life, the boulder in the distance finally came into his sight.
Just as he was approaching, a voice sounded from behind: "Young man, you look very much like an old friend of mine."
Hearing this voice, Zhang Siyuan's heart trembled violently.
Turning around, I saw an old man standing there, with bare hands, trouser legs rolled up high, and a hat on his back.
It gives people a gentle and elegant feeling.
But when did this person appear behind me, and why didn't I feel it?
"Old sir, I..."
"My surname is Lu, you can call me Mr. Lu."
Zhang Siyuan bent down and saluted the other party.
Let alone him, even Hong Xiu has been here many times and has never seen this so-called Mr. Lu.
Seeing the other party's unfathomable cultivation, Hongxiu came behind Zhang Siyuan with some worry.
"Does the Queen of Stone have what you need?"
Zhang Siyuan nodded lightly.
Mr. Lu pointed with a smile on his face, as if telling Zhang Siyuan to let him pass.
Just when Zhang Siyuan was approaching the boulder, he just stretched out his hand when an object suddenly flew into his hand.
Then, a familiar voice sounded in his mind.
"This lady finally came out.
My lovely brother, welcome to our master's world.
From today on, you must take me with you, no matter where you go, and never throw me away, otherwise I will see you once and beat you once."
Zhang Siyuan was dumbfounded. Feeling the thing that suddenly got into his sleeve, he felt inexplicably nervous.