"Boy, someone is looking for you when you come out." The old man shouted with a loud voice.
Fu Yunge hurriedly ran over to greet him, but his steps were too fast and he almost fell down. When the woodcutter and Poinsettia saw him like this, the corners of their mouths turned up slightly.
Fu Yunge doesn't care about this. He ran up to the poinsettia and grabbed his sleeves. He was filled with surprise and mixed emotions.
But he still said happily: "Teacher...senior! It's great that you are okay!"
Poinsettia smiled lightly, hesitated for a moment, then raised her hand and patted his shoulder.
"You're okay, which reassures me a lot." He said reassuringly.
The old woodcutter was standing aside. Seeing that the two of them had met, he invited them into the house to talk. Fu Yunge was overjoyed and led the poinsettia to the woodcutter's house.
After drinking tea first, Poinsettia also took a short rest. Fu Yunge was eager to know many questions and couldn't wait to hear Poinsettia's story. He finished his meal hastily, and the urgency in his heart was clearly written on his face.
Poinsettia was probably also thinking about where to start telling Fu Yunge, but she didn't speak for a while. Only the old woodcutter looked extremely leisurely, making him feel quite otherworldly in comparison.
Seeing the two people's appearance, the old woodcutter said casually: "According to the story, this kid is not stupid."
Poinsettia nodded. He glanced at Fu Yunge, collected his thoughts, and then started talking to the two people at the dinner table.
It turned out that Chaoyun Street had fallen into chaos that night. After the fire started, it continued to spread on the second main street. When he and Zui Chenxiang arrived, the situation was already very critical.
At this time, Jiuche Xiaoying began to retreat. Kou Wufu was extremely angry and went to catch up with Yue Shenchen, but there has been no news yet.
As the fire grew larger, many residents rushed out to put out the fire. But it was almost to no avail, and instead caused the town to spiral out of control. Fortunately, it rained heavily all night and finally put out the fire. However, the second main street has been burned beyond recognition and turned into a pile of ruins.
"In the past few days, Zuichenxiang and I have been assisting the curator to restore order in the street. However, Chaoyun Street has been severely damaged, and it may be difficult to return to its former prosperity." Poinsettia shook her head regretfully.
"As long as the person is fine," the old woodcutter interjected while chewing his food.
"Where's Senior Zuichenxiang?" Fu Yunge asked again.
"He," Poinsettia picked up the tea cup on the table and took a few sips, "I made a plan with him yesterday. He has now gone to track down the whereabouts of Jiuche Xiaoying and Kou Wufu. I am responsible for the Mazhuang is investigating and looking for you and Dongfang Shiming."
The word "Pazhuang" seems to be a problem for Fu Yunge. When he heard this word, his heart ached a little.
Poinsettia took a sip of tea and put down the cup. After seeing Fu Yunge's self-blame, he carefully expressed his comfort:
"You don't need to feel guilty about the disaster in Pima Village. Jiuche Xiaoying's calculations this time are unexpectedly deep, but they will eventually pay the price."
Fu Yunge nodded and regrouped his mind. That's right, as long as he Fu Yunge lives, he will ask Jiuche Xiaoying to pay the blood debt for their evil deeds.
Seeing that he was fine, Poinsettia continued her story.
When he parted ways with Zuichen Township, took a boat out of Chaoyun Street Port, and rushed to Pazhuang, the place had become dilapidated.
The winery is filled with mourners, and the future of Château Cuisine is bleak and hopeless. In the past few days, Duolai Julao's wife has forced herself to take charge of the overall situation despite her illness. However, the century-old foundation of Jushi Winery has been destroyed in one fell swoop, and I am afraid it will be irreparable.
"Mrs. Ju is indeed an extraordinary person." He murmured in a low voice. "In addition, Chong Daocheng has been buried by Gongsun Tan and others. They have also left and returned to resume their duties."
Fu Yunge clenched his fists. Chongdao died in front of his eyes, and he would definitely avenge him.
"Then it's you two." Poinsettia pointed at Fu Yunge.
"After the situation on both sides was settled, I followed what the people in Pima Zhuang said and found traces of the fight on the riverside, as well as the sword I gave you. Since there are no traces, I guess you should go down the river, so We chased him down by boat.”
"Finally, I saw your stranded raft at the bottom of the mountain, so I came up to try to find it, and then I met Mu Chinnian on the mountain road." After that, he moved his eyes to the old man.
The old woodcutter said "hmm" slowly, indicating that it was true.
"There is no need to say more about what happened next." Poinsettia finally lowered her gaze back to Fu Yunge, "Fortunately, you are still safe and sound. Thank you, Mr. Woodcutter Mu Chinian."
"No need. I bumped into him by accident, so consider him lucky." The old woodcutter shook his head.
Fu Yunge was a little surprised that Poinsettia knew the name of the old woodcutter, but he soon understood. They had already met before they came back, and what happened between them may not need to be described in detail. In this case, it is not surprising that Poinsettia can know the name of the woodcutter.
After learning about Fu Yunge's current physical condition, Poinsettia also asked him not to leave yet. Although Fu Yunge was anxious about Dongfang Shiming's whereabouts, he really couldn't help, so he didn't cause trouble for them and nodded in agreement.
The three of them had lunch and took a short rest, and the time quickly moved to the afternoon.
As usual, the old woodcutter went out to cut firewood carrying an ax and a cane basket, and he also had to take care of several acres of farmland on the opposite hillside. After he left, Poinsettia called Fu Yunge to the back of the house, as if she had something to give.
Fu Yunge felt uneasy and followed Poinsettia all the way to the back of the house.
The poinsettia found a wider and shady clearing and stood against a tree with its arms crossed. Fu Yunge looked at him hesitantly, not knowing what to do.
Poinsettia glanced up and down at him several times. After a while, he asked slowly: "What progress have you made on "Yunji Thirteen Essays" now?"
Fu Yunge thought for a moment and said hesitantly: "Currently, I am stuck on the third posture, 'Qi Crossing the Cloud Gate'."
Poinsettia closed her eyes and thought for a moment, and then nodded slightly: "This speed is not slow anymore. After all, you have a foundation in martial arts, and cultivating the pulse gate can still be beneficial."
"But..." Fu Yunge looked at the new branches and leaves above his head, his eyes confused, "I have no power now. The loss of vitality has not been recovered yet."
"Qi Crossing the Cloud Gate doesn't require much internal support in the first place."
Poinsettia straightened up and walked towards Fu Yunge, "It is enough to practice with your current strength. I will also help you."
He walked to Fu Yunge and gently raised his hand and put it on his shoulder. Fu Yunge was startled and suddenly felt warmth in the meridians throughout his body.
This feeling is clearly that the poinsettia plum is transmitting internal power to my body!
"Senior, why are you doing this!" Fu Yunge knew the importance of internal strength and jumped up to shake off Poinsettia's hand.
Poinsettia's hand seemed to be stuck to Fu Yunge's body. No matter how hard Fu Yunge shook it off, she couldn't get rid of it, and wisps of internal energy were still being sent into Fu Yunge's body.
He said calmly: "This is just to help you stabilize your meridians, don't refuse. I am full of energy, and this little internal strength is only a drop in the bucket, so there is no damage."
After hearing what Poinsettia said, Fu Yunge calmed down with hesitation. After calming down, he really felt that the internal force sent into his body was only traveling in the meridians, rather than gathering into the sea of qi.
After a while, the feeling of conveying power gradually weakened. Poinsettia adjusted the inner breath and slowly moved his palm away.
"This way there will be no mistakes." Poinsettia breathed a sigh of relief, "Then, let's get started. The key to Qi Crossing the Clouds is enlightenment, and you should understand it with your heart. Today I will teach you step by step and try to help you break through the shackles as soon as possible."
Fu Yunge was now feeling more and more surprised and surprised, and the excitement on his face could not be concealed.
Poinsettia looked at his excited expression and couldn't help but say something else: "However, speeding up the progress, even though there is a foundation in martial arts as a guarantee, it will still be extremely hard. Are you mentally prepared?"
Fu Yunge nodded seriously, his eyes full of determination: "Senior, please give me some advice!"
The corners of Poinsettia's mouth turned up slightly. He hadn't seen such an expression in a long time.
"……good."
