Unexpectedly, he would say this, and Fu Yunge was stunned for a moment. But he had nothing to do now, so he slowly walked down the tower with the poinsettia.
Walking down the tower, you can see a group of soldiers from Zhaofeng Mingyi running toward the tower holding bags of dried herbs.
Fu Yunge smiled. This was the smoking prescription that Bai Wuque and Tumi had determined and given to the city lord when he first arrived. Unexpectedly, they were very fast and prepared the materials in a short time.
Looking at the heavy bird tower towering into the blood mist, Fu Yunge felt relaxed.
Soon, this tall tower will peel off the blood mist and regain its original appearance in the world.
In the future, he also believes that the entire lower world will also return to its original appearance.
Poinsettia walked ahead, and they avoided the streets. There were a lot of people making noise on the street at this moment, and they were all the people from the Golden Halberd who had already settled down.
The voices in my ears gradually became silent. The loneliness of the wild autumn wind is extremely real when stepping on the yellow withered grass beside the aisle.
It has been some time since autumn. Not only at night, but also during the day.
There are sounds of migratory birds flying in the sky, but they cannot be seen. Beyond the layers of blood mist, it may be the clear autumn sky, or it may be the flowing clouds in various shapes, both are beautiful.
Fu Yunge raised his head and couldn't help but want to laugh.
Even last year, weather like this was a common sight. But today, I feel even more cherished.
Suddenly, the poinsettia stopped in front.
Fu Yunge almost bumped into him and quickly stopped. In front of them was the inner wall of Zhaofeng Mingyi, and they reached the edge.
"Every scene has its own beauty in all four seasons." Poinsettia said in a calm voice, "Although the lower sky is the lowest, it still has its own unique beauty, which is beyond the reach of Shengping and Fangtian."
When Fu Yunge heard his master suddenly say something like this, he didn't know how to respond, so he had to nod his head in agreement.
"Heaven and earth support people, how can we repay heaven." Poinsettia sighed, "To eliminate disasters and protect living beings is not out of nobility, but out of shame and morality."
"Master, I remember." Fu Yunge lowered his head and said.
Poinsettia turned around and showed a somewhat gentle smile: "This is my experience as a teacher during this period. Share it with you, so that you and my master and disciple can encourage each other."
"Master, where have you been during this time?" Fu Yunge couldn't help but be curious.
"I haven't gone anywhere... and now I'm just recovering from a serious injury." Poinsettia said very plainly. He then told Fu Yunge very briefly about the fierce battle that night, and all the plot passed by in a flash.
"Master, you actually met that ghost Xiao Changyuan..." Fu Yunge was still surprised, even though the story was very brief.
Poinsettia shook her head and smiled: "The matter is over. Since then, I have been seriously injured and experienced a lot of ups and downs."
He did not fully describe the pain at that time. But is it really that easy? At that time, he suffered severe physical and mental trauma, and the double pain kept him awake all night.
The so-called retribution of injustice, how could he not be shocked and sad when he heard the truth. Thousands of years of obsession were shattered overnight, and he even doubted himself, could he really represent the right path?
Yue Tianhan left after 50% of his body recovered. During this period, Yue Shenchen and the two took care of him wholeheartedly, but his heart was still like a dead tree, and his face was haggard, like a living corpse.
The road to the sea of heart is paved with the blood of your wife. Every time he wavered, he would feel a twinge of pain, and the last sight of Jiu Ruxia in front of him made him extremely sad.
In addition to the physical trauma, overcoming this inner regret was the real reason why he grew old overnight.
His pain and choices are the thorny road of inner struggle. And when he finally chose to redeem himself, it was also the time when Yue Tianhan returned with the old weapon from his dusty former residence, [Han Yuan Mei Trace].
Since then, he has gotten back on his feet. Just like after a sharp grinding, it was chilling to the bone, and the red plum blossom bloomed with anger, he regained the reason for holding the sword, and once again grasped the sword's edge, pointing directly at himself.
"This sword is called Han Yuan Mei Zong." He saw Fu Yunge peeking at the weapon on his back curiously. He took it off and handed it to Fu Yunge for viewing. "It is the weapon I used in the past. It originally accompanied my deceased wife. It can last for eight hundred years even if it is covered in dust. This world still needs it."
A famous sword never grows old, even when it is pulled out, the edge of the sword is still as cold as frost. Fu Yunge couldn't help but nodded and returned the sword to Poinsettia.
"Master...congratulations." Fu Yunge didn't know what to say, so suddenly this sentence came out of his mouth unconsciously.
He knew that the master was not perfect either. Ever since he learned about his master's past, he understood that his master was also an ordinary knight who would have regrets and pain.
However, isn't this more real?
Poinsettia looked into Fu Yunge's eyes with the emotion of being both a teacher and a friend.
If it weren't for this apprentice, he might not be as relieved and enlightened as he is today because of many things.
"Boy, I won't leave this meeting in a hurry. I think... since you call me master, I have to really teach you something."
There was a clear light in his eyes, and Fu Yunge's heart skipped a beat.
Not long after, the two of them went straight out of the city. Taking advantage of the autumn leaves in the wild, Poinsettia wanted to give Fu Yunge the final test.
"Master, what can you learn in such a short time?" Fu Yunge was puzzled.
Poinsettia has been sizing him up since just now, releasing an imperceptible pressure at the same time, feeling the changes in the meridians of Fu Yunge's body.
Walking to a tree covered with golden leaves, the poinsettia stopped slowly amid broken leaves.
He pointed at the tree trunk in front of him and said to Fu Yunge, "Come on, use all your strength to cut it off."
Fu Yunge was stunned. Looking at the thick and rolling tree trunks in front of me, it seemed like four or five people would be needed to hug each other. It is not easy to cut off with one sword.
But he hesitated for a moment, and then decisively drew out his sword.
The so-called "full force", after he took Suzaku Taisui, even he himself was not clear about this word. However, he still gathered all the Qi Hai Zhenyuan in his palms, and his eyes suddenly turned cold.
After accumulating a little strength, Fu Yunge almost felt the overflowing of the meridians in his arms. At this moment, he spotted the giant tree in front of him and slashed it with his sword.
At the same time, Poinsettia looked closely at the side.
When he saw Fu Yunge draw his sword, his eyes immediately narrowed. He saw a misty cloud rising from the end of Fu Yunge's sword!
Noticing this phenomenon, he looked solemn. At the same time, a really loud slashing sound came, and the branches above the head were tilted.
A golden rain of dead leaves fell with a "swish", and the scattered leaves looked like flying butterflies.
Finally, with a neat crack ringing through the tree, the entire tree fell heavily to one side, crushing many half-dry weeds underneath.
