That night, Hengshou secretly carried Fu Heyi to the ferry and hid him in a large ship.
Soon, the girl came dressed in black.
Looking at the spiritual boats moored at the ferry. She first got into the Hengshou Tibetan ship and found Fu Heyi.
"Sure enough, it's Cai Luan Ling Fang."
Checking Fu Heyi's status, Fu Liuhui whispered: "Uncle Nineteen, I'm sorry. It's not convenient for my niece to take you away."
She originally planned to take Fu Heyi and leave together. But after thinking about it, if Fuhe regrets halfway and goes to Fu Beidou to complain, won't Sixth Brother be in trouble?
Just when she was about to leave, she suddenly saw a sword box placed on the table.
There is a small amount of dust on the box.
"..."
After pondering for a while, Fu Liuhui suddenly realized: "So there is a flaw here? Brother Sixth, is there some kind of secret skill hidden in those two piles of dust?"
The girl took note of this lesson and gently opened the sword box.
In addition to a Qingfeng sword, there is also a note: "Girl, your brother's only remaining wealth, please take good care of it."
"Yuanjun sword?"
Fu Liuhui slowly stroked the blade of the sword, his eyes filled with nostalgia.
The sword is three feet long and three inches wide, with no blade or scabbard. One side is inscribed Tianqing Talisman, and the other side is inscribed with the seal "Yuanjun", so it is also called Tianqing Yuanjun Sword.
Naifu Henghua's father wore a sword during his lifetime, a top-notch treasure.
However, the treasure requires the owner to maintain it day and night in order to maintain its power. Henghua studies every day, so naturally he doesn't have time. Therefore, he sealed the treasure, locked it in the sword box, and buried it at the bottom of Sword Dragon Peak. Use the power of earth veins to slow down the loss of spiritual energy.
Realizing that Fu Liuhui was fishing in troubled waters and planning to leave the island secretly, Fu Henghua specially opened the sword box and left it for her protection. After all, Fu Liuhui didn't get much when his parents died, and now he doesn't even have a flying sword.
"Thank you, sixth brother."
The meaning of Yuanjun sword to Fuliu emblem is even more different.
After her parents died, she was abandoned by her brother. The Fu family learned about it and took her home to raise her and follow the Fu family's order. When he was young, Fu Liuhui and Henghua called him "Mom and Dad". And her swordsmanship was taught by Fu Henghua's father.
It wasn't until she reached adulthood that she realized that those were not her biological parents, but her uncle and aunt.
But decades of family ties are hard to end. When Fu Henghua's parents died, Fu Liuhui was just as sad as Henghua. However, Fu Liuhui knew the rules and did not compete with Fu Henghua for the treasures left by his uncle and aunt.
Of course, there are not many relics from Fu Henghua’s parents.
In addition to the travel notes written by the two during their lifetimes, there are only three magic weapons: the Yuanjun Sword, the Xuanhuo Bird Feather Fan, and the Qianzhen Jewelry Box.
The fresh air lingers around the sword, and the sword makes a pleasant clanking sound.
"Long time no see."
When I was a child, my uncle taught me how to practice swordsmanship with this Yuanjun sword.
While Fu Henghua devoted himself to studying, Fu Liuhui inherited his father's swordsmanship.
Looking at the unconscious Fu Heyi again, Fu Liuhui bowed deeply, put away the sword box and left.
She and Fu Henghua are almost the same age. They grew up together and have a good understanding of each other.
When she went to Langhuan Pavilion that day, she realized something was wrong. At night, he sneaked into Langhuan Pavilion by himself and saw Fu Heyi in a coma.
But she knew what was right, so instead of telling everyone. Instead, he would go to Danruoyuan from time to time to create the illusion that Fu Heyi was still there.
Even Crane Huang Qiong, after she took away the beast control token, placed it outside the island first, waiting to join them later.
It can be said that the Fu family did not raise any suspicion for more than a month and relied entirely on Fu Liuhui to deal with them.
…
The red sun rises in the east, and the morning dew becomes thinner.
Fu Xiangfeng accompanied a beautiful woman to the Langhuan Pavilion.
That woman has a plump figure and kind eyes, but she is the real steward of Panlong Island today. The mother of the wind, Zhang Qiulan.
Behind the mother and son, there were two young maidservants, wearing pink floral skirts and with flowers in their buns.
Looking at the blooming flowers on both sides, the beautiful woman stopped and gently shook her peony silk fan:
"The flowers here at Xiaoliu are more beautiful than those at Yuxiangxuan. When you look back, remember to send someone to keep an eye on them. Otherwise, when he leaves, the flowers here will wither."
The maid behind her responded with a respectful voice.
Xiangfeng looked at the woman and hesitated to speak. Seeing that she wanted to enter the Langhuan Pavilion, he couldn't help it anymore: "Mother, Henghua just went out to meet a friend, and it's not worth going to war. Why did you come here in person?"
"It's rare that Xiaoliu wants to go out to visit friends. As an aunt, naturally I can't just sit back and watch."
A few years ago, Zhang Qiulan moved back to Panlong Island with several girls. Before that, the grandsons of Henghua and Fudanwei lived here. She felt that Fu Henghua had lived a miserable life, so she couldn't help but feel a little concerned about him.
Walking into Langhuan Pavilion, I heard Henghua talking to Xiaoyu inside.
"Bring this chair with you. Yes, keep everything on it. I like this cushion very much. I don't sit on rocks when I rest outside. Also, bring pillows and bamboo mats... Of course, study room ten The eight officials cannot be left behind, as they may be used later.
"You have to prepare some tea leaves, oh...don't be stingy, just bring them all. It's just this little tea, you might run out of it halfway through."
Xiang Feng's expression changed when he saw what Heng Hua was carrying out of the island.
Is it that difficult to get out of the island?
Why don't you just bring some elixirs, get a Qiankun ring, and then sail out of the island?
If you are thirsty, get some water from the stream. If you are hungry, take Bigu Pill. When you are tired, find a place to meditate, or hide on the boat to rest.
"Okay, that's all. Put it in my ring first, and then put it on the boat. Come on, help me comb my hair."
Xiang Feng and Zhang Qiulan walked in and saw no one on the first floor, so they went directly to the second floor.
Henghua was wearing single clothes and sitting in front of the mirror, with Xiaoyu tying his hair behind him.
After traveling through time, one of the things Henghua was most unaccustomed to was his hairstyle.
In the world of Xianxia, Heng Hua originally thought that everyone was a monk, and they didn't pay much attention to their clothes, so they could just take care of them casually.
But unfortunately, he was born into a cultivating family.
The family atmosphere is very different from that of a practicing sect or a casual cultivator.
One of the biggest features is the clan rules and ethics.
The older the family, the more important it is in etiquette.
The Fu family has been passed down for thousands of years and requires the clan members to pay attention to the appearance of etiquette. The so-called "parents of body hair and skin", and men with crowns must tie their hair, and are not allowed to have loose or short hair.
What Heng Hua remembers most deeply is that he used to have short hair when he was a minor. When I came out of seclusion once as an adult, I disliked the trouble of long hair, so I shaved it into a buzz cut.
That night, he tasted his father's bamboo rice for the first time in a long time.
Over the past few decades, the Earth's twenty-year habits have been almost completely wiped out. Henghua has a strong mark of being a descendant of the Fu family.
Act appropriately, behave like a gentleman, and act with integrity...
After being polished by all kinds of demands, putting aside the bad water that comes up from time to time in his heart, just from the appearance, he is really a gentleman who stepped out of the picture scroll.
However, Meiyu has a black heart inside.
"Which crown should I use, Master?"
"Just this mountain-shaped jade crown. By the way, don't let it hang out at the back this time, just tie it up - forget it, it's better to have a high tail."
"Tie them all up."
Zhang Qiulan walked over and said, "It's more convenient to bundle up when you go out."
oh? Yeah?
Henghua looked at Fu Xiangfeng silently.
He tied his hair with a golden crown, but kept it in a high ponytail at the back. Standing by the door with his sword in hand, he looked heroic.
"Huh, how many times have I told you about your third brother, but he never listens."
Zhang Qiulan looked at her son with disgust.
Fu Xiangfeng shrugged, pretending not to hear, and turned to look at the blooming peonies outside the museum.
Henghua stood up and greeted his second aunt.
"Second Aunt, I borrowed some gold thread from you a few days ago..."
"Isn't it already returned? It's okay. If you need it again, just tell Auntie Second. Anyway, there are a lot of gold threads this time."
There was something wrong with Zhang Qiulan's tone.
Henghua lowered his head and vaguely guessed.
This batch of gold thread brocade was sent by Bai Yutang for the old man's funeral.
It's strange that the second aunt is happy.
Zhang Qiulan pulled Henghua to sit down again, touched the head of the obedient boy, and sighed in her heart: Xiao Liuer is still obedient, better than that bastard in my family...
Looking at Xiang Feng standing at the door again, she shook her head.
"Come, Second Aunt will tie your hair in person."
It is said that it is tied up by one's own hands, but it is actually a magical technique called "Tianjin Curse".
This spell, improved from the curse of witchcraft, benefits monks all over the world who are not good at braiding hair.
After leaving quarantine, your hair is too long and too messy?
Just chant the mantra gently, and the hair will be automatically cut to normal length and knotted automatically.
The only flaw is that the bun spell cannot automatically change various hairstyles. A bun spell, only for one hairstyle.
Therefore, the caster needs to constantly adjust.
As the spell took effect, Henghua's hair automatically floated, tied into knots, and then tied into a palm-sized mountain-shaped crown.
Zhang Qiulan adjusted slightly and nodded with satisfaction: "Not bad, not bad. What a handsome young man. When you go out later, remember to find a few more girls so that you can bring them back to see your grandfather."
Urging marriage?
Henghua hesitated for a moment and looked at Fu Xiangfeng beside him.
Although the cultivation family is different from the sect and cannot avoid this kind of problem, is it too early for me to talk about it now?
Fu Xiangfeng obviously didn't want to get involved in this topic. He stood by the window and looked at the scenery to avoid being burned by the flames of war.
After a while, seeing Zhang Qiulan still chattering, he couldn't help but said: "Mom, we are almost ready, we should go out."
"What's the hurry? Your brother hasn't changed his clothes yet."
Glancing at the blue robe hanging on the hanger, Zhang Qiulan frowned: "This kind of clothes is too loose and makes it inconvenient to move."
Henghua didn't go out for a long time, so he naturally got used to being lazy at home. Most of his robes are long gowns and dark clothes, which can be as loose and comfortable as you like.
But when you go out, such loose clothes are inevitably inconvenient.
For example, Fu Xiangfeng, although he is wearing a robe outside, underneath is a smart outfit with sleeves tucked into boots. When fighting, throw away the red robe outside, and you can immediately jump into the water with your sword and fight with water beasts.
Henghua looked embarrassed when he saw the clothes on the shelf.
He was really unprepared for the third brother's outfit.
"I guessed that you didn't have enough clothes when you went out, so I specially sent you two pieces. They were made from your third brother's clothes. They are new and he hasn't worn them yet."
Zhang Qiulan took out two sets of narrow-sleeved military uniform trousers, one blue and one red.
The clothes are exquisitely woven, and the fine lines hide two protective formations.
"The red one has wind and fire formations. The blue one can move in water. Quick, try it first."
Henghua couldn't stand his aunt's kindness, so he had to put on the red suit, and was given instructions by Zhang Qiulan for a long time.
Fu Xiangfeng tried to interrupt his mother several times, but Zhang Qiulan held her down with her mother's majesty.
"Why are you so anxious? Your brother hasn't been out in years. What's wrong with me giving more instructions this time? He's not you, wandering around outside all day long."
Holding Henghua's hand, Zhang Qiulan said many things to note.
Why don't you listen to strangers and follow your cousin... Remember not to get separated and don't go to too dangerous places...
Henghua smiled and obeyed his second aunt's instructions one by one.
After all, aren’t the elders’ earnest instructions all for their own sake?
Of course he should appreciate this kind of heart-warming kindness.
"By the way, is the friend you met male or female? What's his personality like? Where is he from?"
"Mom, please stop asking so many questions."
Seeing that Zhang Qiulan was planning to get to the bottom of things, Fu Xiangfeng quickly pulled Henghua out.
