Besides...it's him.
Thinking like this, he guided the recovered Qi to travel through the meridians in his body for a week. Feeling the clear water vapor left behind, he couldn't help but frown, and the figure who heard the sound again appeared in his mind.
What was his plan for showing kindness twice?
Or... is he really a variable within Jiuche Xiaoying?
Fu Yunge couldn't understand. There is indeed no other abnormality in his body, and it seems that he has no intention of taking the opportunity to attack himself.
If he really wants to abandon evil and do good, then of course it would be the best.
Fu Yunge shook his head and smiled bitterly. Yes, he was thinking far ahead. We cannot count on any unstable factors now, we still have to consider the most practical method.
It will take several days for him to recover from his current condition. With the help of "Yunji Thirteen Shu", it may be a little faster, but with my current level, even if it returns to its full glory, I am afraid it will be difficult to get involved.
Until now, he finally understood what his master meant before.
"Broken wall...self-evident?"
Although the stone tablet was lost, he could not forget the words on it. Thinking back to the fight on the boat last night, he couldn't help but have some recollections.
Breaking the wall should be the most important instruction from Master for his current entry.
What is breaking the wall and how to break the wall. Fu Yunge thought deeply, thinking over and over again, and the color in his eyes gradually deepened.
The flames gradually dimmed, but Fu Yunge just turned a blind eye.
At some point, the mountain wind blew the last embers far away. Once it touched Fu Yunge's hair, it was quickly extinguished.
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When Tumi woke up early the next morning, he found that Fu Yunge had already built a temporary wooden shed in Shanyin not far away. It is called a wooden shed because it is too simple to be called a wooden house, but it is barely habitable and can at least provide shelter from wind and rain.
The wooden shed is very low and is only used for lying down and sleeping. Outside, Fu Yunge cut a thick fence, which looked pretty.
When Tumi got up, Fu Yunge was still being built in full swing. She walked up behind him in surprise and couldn't help asking: "Are we going to live here forever?"
When Fu Yunge heard Tumi's footsteps, he turned back with a smile, sweat dripping from his forehead: "No, it's just a temporary 'retreat' for the past few days. When the opportunity comes, we will leave."
Tumi was confused by his words: "...what is opportunity?"
Fu Yunge smiled, turned around and continued working.
He used the Piaomiao Sword as an ax and a big saw. Fortunately, the blade was sharp and there was no bend.
In addition, in order to help the recovery of internal strength, he mobilized sufficient infuriating energy for every chop.
Although I was sweating profusely soon, I felt more and more energetic. The sea of qi gradually filled up, and his limbs became stronger and stronger.
"Then, then I'll go sleep for a while..." Tumi stretched his waist in sleepiness, turned around and walked towards the brand new shed.
Fu Yunge turned back to look at her with a smile, but at this moment, his eyes still held a kind of doting that he had never seen before.
Perhaps he himself was not aware of the changes in his heart, but after a life and death test, the distance between the two of them gradually changed subtly.
According to Fu Yunge's idea, he would force himself in the past few days and immediately comprehend the eleventh form of "Yunji Thirteen Shu".
Although it sounds difficult to reach the sky, Fu Yunge is determined to do it no matter what.
Moreover, with the support of the first ten postures, perhaps the subsequent progress will not be too difficult.
Looking at the sky covered with blood mist, he often imagined the original blue scene. If the disaster of Jiuche Xiaoying can be solved, such beautiful scenery will surely be recreated.
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At the same time, a small wooden house also stood quietly in the dense forest beside the Shangliu River.
After a day of treatment, Poinsettia has recovered more than half of her serious injuries, but her symptoms persist and she still needs long-term care.
Yue Tianhan, Yue Shenchen, and Kou Wufu took turns to nurse her, and Poinsettia was able to move from lying down to barely moving. In a decisive battle with an opponent at the level of Gui Xiao Chang Yuan, Yu Jin's remaining energy should not be underestimated.
Looking at the lack of light outside, Yue Tianhan couldn't help but sigh.
"You still have to be more cautious... Although I know that it would be impossible for me to remain calm." He turned around and simmered the medicinal soup, and light blue steam came out of the pot.
They temporarily stayed in the house of an old Orion who lived alone for a long time. At this moment, Orion has gone out, and they are the only ones at home.
Poinsettia lies on the bedside, her eyes like a pool of quiet lake water.
He failed to kill the enemy with his own hands and learned the evil consequences he had sown. This has had a huge impact on the long-standing obsession with poinsettia. In addition to the physical injuries, his spirit also seemed to be in prison, flickering in and out.
"Hey, the three-foot-three-inch, eight-petal red plum sword is gone." Kou Wufu muttered ungratefully at the side, and Yue Shenchen gave him an unfriendly side glance.
Poinsettia coughed twice and looked out the window.
There is no doubt that Gui Xiao Changyuan has a hand on both of them. But his continuous move of "shaking the spirit" was undoubtedly a hint to them.
This time he was just giving the two of them, as well as the entire Lower Realm, a deterrent.
It's like saying that he, Ghost Roaring Abyss, will represent the elves of the past and demand back their blood debts from hypocritical humans one by one.
Thinking of this, no one will not feel a shiver of fear.
"Next time we meet, he probably won't hold back." Yue Tianhan thought for a while and sighed.
Poinsettia nodded slowly, her face looking a few years older. Feeling tired from leaning on the bedside, he lay down flat on the pillow and stared at the dusty ceiling.
Suddenly, Yue Tianhan turned around and asked again: "By the way...a three-foot-three-inch eight-petal red plum sword, what is this?"
Poinsettia wanted to speak, but she didn't seem to have much energy. Kou Wufu rushed over and said, "Ah, don't you know? That is Poinsettia's weapon."
However, when Yue Tianhan heard this answer, he immediately shook his head and said, "No, no."
He looked at the poinsettia plums on the bed, crossed his hands and leaned against the table: "Your Hanyuan plum traces don't look like that."
Poinsettia smiled wryly. He glanced at Yue Shenchen and Kou Wufu, who were a little surprised, and said leisurely: "That sword, I have been at Luomei Villa for a long time."
Yue Tianhan's expression was slightly startled, as if he was frozen. But he quickly returned to normal, turned off the heat, drained the medicinal soup from the stone pot, and poured it into a bowl.
"No more words, you first drink the medicine while it's hot." He came over with the medicine bowl, and the light heat steamed up the mouth of the bowl.
Poinsettia drank the bitter medicinal soup and frowned again as she thought about it.
Yue Shenchen and the other two were very bored in the room, especially Kou Wufu, who kept shaking his empty fists in the narrow space. The dull and dry feeling is like being trapped in a prison, with blood spreading everywhere outside, and it is so oppressive that there is no hope at all.
