"Then in exchange for this Dulu Sword, can you trouble me to send me back to Taixuan Sword Sect?" Zhao Zhiying seemed a little anxious, with a hint of urging in his voice.
Fu Zhu looked shocked.
Please, this is a fairy sword!
It is not a piece of scrap metal picked up casually on the roadside, nor is it comparable to those swords that suppress the sect in the big sects.
Zhao Zhiying just gave her the fairy sword. Aren't he afraid that he would be beaten to death by his master when he went back?
Fu Zhu said kindly, "This is an immortal sword." She thought that Zhao Zhiying didn't recognize the Dulu Immortal Sword.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Zhiying nodded and said, "I know this is an immortal sword. If it were an ordinary sword, I wouldn't dare bother the girl with shame."
Fu Zhu: "!!!"
He knew it was an immortal sword but still wanted to give it to her. Is there such a good thing in the world? Or is there something wrong with Zhao Zhiying's mind?
Fu Zhu struggled for a while and then refused in a very principled manner, "I can't have the fairy sword."
"I can't escort you back to Taixuan Sword Sect, I still have things to do!"
No matter how precious the fairy sword is, it is not as important as the safety of the third senior brother.
She had already been delayed for two or three hours on the road, and it was impossible to go to Queyue Mountain first for Zhao Zhiying.
Zhao Zhiying was puzzled. He even looked down on the Dulu Fairy Sword. This girl had such a high level of vision.
He said without giving up: "I am anxious to return to Queyue Mountain. There is really something important to report to the master."
"The girl also saw this Dulu Immortal Sword, which came from the Sword Tomb. When the Sword Tomb appears again, it will inevitably cause a bloody storm in the world of cultivation. Only by jointly discussing countermeasures and making early preparations can all the factions avoid a chaos. "
Although he didn't know what sect this girl was from, she must be from which sword sect. The people of the sword sect must understand what the appearance of the sword tomb means.
Fu Zhu understood.
Zhao Zhiying's Dulu Sword came from the Sword Tomb.
Wherever a fairy sword can be found, there must be a great opportunity hidden there.
When the monks from all sides know this news, they will definitely fight to their death. The swordsmanship among the sects will become even more intense. Everyone knows that swordsmanship cannot be separated from the sword.
She was surprised that Zhao Zhiying told her the news. After all, she was a sword cultivator and her sect was in competition with the Taixuan Sword Sect.
But this matter was exactly what Zhao Zhiying said, and she really couldn't leave him behind.
"I'm going to find my senior brother. I can take you with me, and then I'll escort you back to Taixuan Sword Sect. Do you think that's okay?"
How dare Zhao Zhiying say no? If he showed even the slightest hint of displeasure, this girl would throw him away on the spot.
How could someone who didn't even care about fairy swords care about his little thoughts?
Fu Zhu threw the Dulu Sword to him, "Put the sword away, don't get discovered."
Although the moment she pulled out the scabbard, there was an inexplicable sword light flying away, making the Dulu Sword look like just an ordinary sword, but you still have to be careful.
After all, a fairy sword is so attractive to people that she can't help but covet it!
A faint spiritual power emerged from the fingertips of the talisman beads and poured into the frost and snow. The long sword two fingers wide quickly grew larger and wider, and could bear the weight of two people.
"Girl, this sword is no worse than Dulu." Zhao Zhiying praised.
Fu Zhu rolled her eyes at him, ignored him, activated her flying sword, and flew against the wind.
The moment the sword was raised, Zhao Zhiying lost his balance and almost fell.
This girl wields a sword too fast!
Later, after Zhao Zhiying got used to Fu Zhu's sword-wielding speed, he finally appreciated the style of swordsmanship.
With the sword flying in the sky, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers can be seen in just a moment.
Can the sword-controlling skills of Taixuan Sword Sect disciples also be called sword-controlling?
"Girl, your sword aura is sharp. This sword suits you perfectly, but the Dulu Fairy Sword doesn't have much charm." Zhao Zhiying said regretfully.
It would have been better if he had picked up a sharp sword that day.
This will also make this girl more flattering.
Fu Zhu doesn't feel it's a pity. Immortal swords are hard to come by, so it's not that easy to have to pick and choose one that suits your own sword power.
It's not like cabbage on the street, you can pick and choose.
"I don't want this fairy sword anymore. When you return to Taixuan Sword Sect, just give me five thousand high-grade spiritual stones."
A healing elixir for her was very expensive.
Thinking about it now, Fu Zhu still feels a little painful.
But she couldn't do such a thing as exchanging a spiritual elixir for an immortal sword.
She was quite content to be able to take a look at the fairy sword.
"Since I mentioned this fairy sword as a reward, there is no reason to take it back. If the girl doesn't like the Dulu Sword, she can just take it back to the sect as an offering!"
There were mountains ahead, so Fu Zhu slowed down a little.
While paying attention to the mountains and green mountains, she adjusted the direction of the flying sword. Her firm voice carried along the wind to Zhao Zhiying's ears, "The fairy sword is too precious, I can't have it."
But she really wanted to try the feel of the fairy sword. Fu Zhu thought about it and said, "Let's do this. You will lend me the Dulu Sword for three years, and I will return it to you personally after three years."
Not to mention lending her the sword, Zhao Zhiying had no objection to giving the sword to Fu Zhu.
Donglu Mountain is a low hill in front of the rolling snow-capped mountains. The snow-capped mountains behind it are completely green. Only this low mountain is full of green and full of vitality.
As soon as Fu Zhu dropped the sword to the ground, he met two deer drinking water by the stream. The deer was frightened, spread out its four strong legs, and suddenly jumped into the forest and disappeared.
"The scenery here is really nice..." Zhao Zhiying stretched and stretched his muscles.
Fu Zhu released her spiritual power and checked the surroundings. It was very safe here, and she could safely leave Zhao Zhiying here.
"I'll set up a barrier, and you can adjust your breath inside and wait for me to come back." Fu Zhu said.
Zhao Zhiying's spiritual power was so depleted that he could not absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth at all. He could only absorb the transformed spiritual energy step by step after returning to the sect and supplementing it with elixirs to slowly nourish his limbs and bones. After the injuries were healed, he could absorb the transformed spiritual energy step by step.
There are snow-capped mountains behind her, which is good news for Fu Zhu. It will be easier for her to cast spells.
Soon an icy blue barrier appeared, and finally turned transparent. If you look at it with the naked eye, you can't see it.
After Zhao Zhiying is settled, Fu Zhu can safely find the route to find his third senior brother.
Donglu Mountain is not big, so Fu Zhu quickly found the Shuangyue Lake mentioned by his senior brother.
It was a small pool, and the amount of spiritual energy beside it surprised her.
There is a small wooden house opposite the water pool. It looks like it is inhabited. The third senior brother must be in it.
Fu Zhu pointed his toes, easily jumped over the pool, and raised his hand to knock on the door.
I haven’t seen Third Senior Brother for a long time.
Will he look ugly after being disfigured?
Fu Zhu felt a little uneasy.
"Little Junior Sister? Are you here so soon?" A voice came from behind.
This is the characteristic of her third senior brother who has always been careless.
Fu Zhu turned around and saw a man wearing a green robe standing on the other side of the pond. He did not wear a crown, nor did he tie his hair up with silk, but let it hang down like a splash of ink.
He was holding a bamboo basket in one hand. It looked very messy, with mushrooms and some unknown wild flowers inside.
Looks like he's doing okay?
Fu Zhu finally moved her gaze to his face. His face was as beautiful as jade, flawless, and no different from the third senior brother in her memory.
If there was a change, he drew his eyebrows?
But can I use Chunhedan if my eyebrows have fallen out? Fu Zhu expressed doubts.
