Sizhi didn't seem to know how to describe how beautiful that woman was. He looked Fu Zhu up and down and said, "She's probably two or three times prettier than you."
Fu Zhu: "..." Although she doesn't care about her appearance, you can't attack her personally like this, okay!
Realizing that her words were a bit offensive, Sizhi quickly tried to save her, "I'm not saying you're not beautiful."
"It's just that you are not as beautiful as Mrs. Qingyun, but you still look good in front of other people!"
If she didn't say the following words, Fu Zhu could still forgive her.
Riji was afraid that Fu Zhu would be sad, so he raised his voice and deliberately told Si Zhi, "Fu Zhu, what she said is wrong. You, like Princess Wei Jiang, are the most beautiful people in the world!"
Even Wu Sheng couldn't help but pull her sleeves and said the second sentence for the first time, "It's beautiful."
The voice was as thin as a mosquito or fly, and Riji, who was lying on Fu Zhu's shoulder, didn't hear it.
Fu Zhu chuckled and said, "I'm not sad."
She has seen very good-looking people. They are neither coquettish nor charming, but they are so beautiful that they can reach people's hearts. However, they don't have a good temper.
Fu Zhu suddenly became interested and wanted to see the portrait in Si Zhi's home. "If I have a chance in the future, can I go to your home and see that portrait?"
Because of the resistance to Venerable Qingyun, there is actually no portrait of him in the world of cultivation. When Fu Zhu was at the Sword Tomb, he only saw a vague figure.
Si Zhi thought that her words had hurt her. After all, what woman didn't love beauty, so she hesitated.
But Venerable Qingyun’s wife is really beautiful. What if she sees her and becomes even more sad?
Si Zhi hesitated for a long time and finally made a decision, "If I have the chance, I will definitely take you there."
Fu Zhu suddenly smiled. In his prime, everything was just right, like a bright pearl. Si Zhi suddenly felt that she was actually just a little bit worse than the wife of Venerable Qingyun.
The previous voices were getting closer.
"Fortunately, there is an array master among us and we didn't step into that weird array, otherwise we really wouldn't be able to get out."
"Yes, but those sect disciples are not so lucky. They don't look very young. They are probably going to be trapped and die there." There was a hint of regret in the voice.
"It's your turn to worry about the disciples from a large sect who have gone down to the mountain for training. You might as well think of something to satisfy your hunger!"
"When I was on the mountain, I seemed to see some smoke below. Why is it so dark now..."
"It's so late. Even if there is a village, people have gone to bed early. The lights must have been turned off. It's not that easy to find!"
A disciple who goes down the mountain to practice? The disciples of their Sword Sect training should also be at this time. Fu Zhu frowned and walked down the slope.
"Hey, where are you going..." Si Zhi shouted and quickly followed.
"May I ask the disciples of the sect you just mentioned, how are they dressed, and where are they trapped?"
The person who suddenly came out startled them, and then he looked happy and asked excitedly, "Does Fellow Taoist have Bigu Pill in his body?"
"I don't have Bigu Pill," Fu Zhu said, "but I have some food with me that I can share with you."
Fu Zhu took out the dry food and water from the storage bag and distributed it to everyone. Although it was not much, it was better than nothing.
One person quickly took a bite of the steamed bun and thanked him vaguely, "Well... many thanks to this fellow Taoist."
When Sizhi arrived, a group of monks were looking at her eagerly, their eyes full of what they wanted to say.
She was silent, took out a bottle of Bigu Pill from her storage bag and threw it over.
A Bigu Pill entered his stomach, and his hunger was instantly wiped away. The monk at the front clasped his fists in salute, and then pointed in the direction, "The disciples of the sect that my fellow Taoist asked about can be seen over this mountain."
"But there is a very weird formation over there. Be careful and don't step in accidentally."
"We'll take our leave now."
Fu Zhu nodded slightly and stepped aside to get out of the way.
Si Zhi looked at the departing figures and poked the talisman bead with his elbow, "Are any of the trapped disciples from your sect?"
No wonder she hurried over here when she heard these people talking.
"You have to see it first to know."
Although their Sword Sect lets the Foundation Establishment Realm disciples go down the mountain to practice at this time, other sects are actually not much different.
Fu Zhu raised his leg and headed in the direction pointed by the monk, and Si Zhi followed suit.
Facing Fu Zhu's questioning gaze, she pointed at herself with a smile, "I'm an array mage. I might be able to help you!"
In fact, she just wanted to see that weird formation.
"By the way, why don't you take Bigu Pill with you when you go out for training?"
"I'm off the grain."
"Oh." Sizhi responded subconsciously, and then realized it later, "Have you gone without food?"
She took off her curtain hat, revealing a delicate little face. She circled around the talisman beads and looked at them carefully, "How old are you this year?"
"Almost sixteen." Fu Zhu said calmly.
Si Zhi's little face turned blue and white, and she couldn't figure it out. She was only fifteen, how could she have formed a pill?
"Wait a minute -" Si Zhi lowered his voice and pulled Fu Zhu's sleeve.
"Did you hear any rustling sounds?"
She covered Mianmian's mouth with one hand to prevent it from making any noise.
Fu Zhu pushed her with his elbow, "If you don't let go, Mianmian will turn into Mianmian."
Si Zhi felt the moistness in her palms, and the cotton pads were covering her uncomfortablely, and she kept pressing the tip of her tongue against hers.
Si Zhi suddenly let go of his hand. Thinking of Fu Zhu's words just now, he twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "You are pretty good at joking."
"Wait a minute, you almost took me astray. Did you hear anything?"
Fu Zhu withdrew his hand and pointed forward, "Not only did I hear it, I also saw it."
Not far away, there were two little girls clinging to each other, huddled together, and tiptoed forward.
It turned out to be a human being, Sizhi breathed a sigh of relief.
When she raised her eyes again, she found that the figure of Fu Zhu had disappeared.
Si Zhi was so angry that she stamped her feet on the spot. Why did she leave without saying hello again?
"It's so cold without spiritual protection!"
"When we go out and call for help, will they be trapped to death?"
"I'm so hungry and want to eat!"
"Hey, why are you ignoring me? I'm talking to myself alone. This is very shameless."
The little girl next to me opened her mouth and said, "Aren't you hungry? You can save some energy by talking less."
"..." It makes sense and cannot be refuted.
"But if I don't speak, don't you think it's a bit too quiet?"
The little girl said concisely, "I don't think so."
If it wasn't so cold, she almost wanted to throw her hand away.
"I'm so hungry that my eyes are starry. How come I still see light?"
The taciturn little girl said, "I seem to be hallucinating too."
Otherwise, how could she see Senior Sister Fu Zhu appearing here?
A faint tinge of yellow came from far away, Mi Yu rubbed his eyes, and saw a girl wearing pink and willow green, carrying a ram's horn palace lantern, walking towards this side.
She quickly pushed Yuosu beside her, "It's not an illusion!"
Yuesu raised his drooped eyelids, saw the person clearly, and suddenly woke up.
