On the way back to the sect, Fu Zhu heard a piece of sad news. The eldest princess Lexuxian went to the north to get married and died in an avalanche.
The Shanxia Di newspaper records that the northern prince and the princess's maid, Changqing, fell in love at first sight and then fell in love with the Daxu Dynasty. The emperor issued a decree and granted Changqing the title of Ninghe and the title of prince and concubine. The two clans became friends for a lifetime.
There was a lot of discussion among the people.
Some people felt sorry for the princess, while others lamented Ning He's good luck.
Since Princess Ninghe married away to the north, the demonic chaos in the snowy land has subsided for a hundred years. The people regarded her as auspicious and erected a stone statue to worship the princess.
Fu Zhu couldn't help but smile, the demon from the snowy land was quite capable.
Riji lay dumbly on Fu Zhu's shoulder, usually chirping, but today was a little unusual and didn't talk much.
Only when he saw the girl smiling inexplicably, he raised his face and said, "Fu Zhu, what were you laughing at just now?"
"We'll be arriving at the sect soon. I'm just happy." Fu Zhu said with a smile.
Riji suddenly felt sleepy again. She was not ready to meet Fu Zhu's master, senior brother, senior sister, and junior brother. There were so many people there, and she felt a little uneasy in her heart.
Fu Zhu could see what was on Riji's mind, and Ruanyin comforted her, "Don't worry, they will all like Riji."
The elf then smiled.
It's late winter and it hardly snows anymore. But the heavy snow has not yet melted, and the top of the mountain seems to be covered with a white cap.
Zhenshan, who had been away for a long time, seemed more beautiful than she remembered.
She had just summoned her sword and was about to ride it up the mountain when a dark green figure suddenly stepped out of the forest.
The man has a wide waist and narrow back, sword-shaped eyebrows at the temples, and two swords on his back. His whole person is like a mountain rock under the white snow, with hard edges and cold edges.
"Jin Mingyun? Why is it you?" Fu Zhu looked at the person in surprise and put away his sword.
She did not expect that the first person she saw in front of the mountain gate would be Jin Mingyun of Taixuan Sword Sect.
Didn't he come to avenge his sister after hearing what Jin Shuangshuang said?
Fu Zhu's hand quietly returned to the scabbard.
Jin Mingyun looked at the girl's outfit and couldn't help but wonder. She was in the Golden Core Realm and still had Ice Spirit Root. Why was she wrapped so thickly?
Could it be that he was injured during the training? Then what he wanted to ask about the sword... wouldn't it be postponed again?
Jin Mingyun didn't speak for a long time, and the girl couldn't help but urge: "What do you want to do? If nothing happens, I will be busy going up the mountain!"
Jin Mingyun came back to his senses and said, "I want to ask you about swordsmanship."
The cold swordsman who was not good at words rarely said a long paragraph, "In the sword tomb, I once received a sword inheritance. Now that I am out of seclusion, I feel that my sword skills have improved, so I want to have another sword fight with Miss Fu Zhu. "
Jin Mingyun slightly cupped his hands, full of sincerity.
As soon as he came out of the relationship, he went straight to Zhenshan without seeing Jin Shuangshuang. I waited here for ten days before the girl returned to the mountain after experiencing the experience.
Fu Zhu breathed out, wondering what was going on. She thought for a moment and said, "Okay."
Jin Mingyun immediately put his hand on the scabbard and pulled out a green-edge sword. He looked at Fu Zhu for a moment and was stunned. She didn't say to fight now?
"Miss Fu Zhu, please draw your sword." Jin Mingyun made a "please" gesture.
Fu Zhu feels like it's being pushed to the shelves, that's it, let's finish it first and then talk about it.
As soon as Shuang Xueming unsheathed his sword, Jin Mingyun's eyes looked dim and he opened his mouth to say something. A stream of air came through the air. He quickly raised his sword to block it. The sword was missed by three inches and he almost lost his grip.
Jin Mingyun opened his eyes slightly and saw the air flow passing through his sword and heading towards the girl. He repeatedly warned: "Be careful!"
Fu Zhu seemed not to have heard of it, and did not hide or avoid it, raising a bright and beautiful smile.
The airflow was impartial, knocking half of Shuang Xueming back into the scabbard.
A gentle voice sounded in the silent mountain, "My little junior sister just came back, and I asked her about swords. Isn't that not good?"
The man Han Jiang stared hard, with long eyebrows like willows. He had his hands behind his back. He looked very young, but the pressure on him frightened Jin Shuangyun.
Fu Zhu waved his hand and called obediently: "Elder brother."
Yu Lanze appeared in front of the girl in one step, without even looking at Jin Mingyun. He smiled and looked at the girl wrapped in white fur, "Little junior sister has grown taller."
His eyes moved to the little boy that Fu Zhu was holding tightly, and he felt a little embarrassed, "Is he Wu Sheng?"
The master should have told the senior brother about Senior Sister Tianyue, Fu Zhu thought, should he comfort the senior brother again.
Wu Sheng grabbed her white fur coat and hid behind her.
A gleam of darkness flashed in Yu Lanze's eyes, and Fu Zhu hurriedly said: "Little Po Boy has a bit of a weird temper at the beginning, but it will get better after we get along with him for a long time."
There was a hand behind her that couldn't stop tugging at her white fur coat. Fu Zhu patted the rebellious hand and stopped.
What she said was not a lie. When Wu Sheng first arrived at Hanging Sword Peak, his temper was not really good. The little bastard was still pulling her clothes from behind. She really deserved a spanking.
Yu Lanze looked at the small movements behind the two people and chuckled: "Let's go back to Xuanjian Peak first, Master is waiting for us." He was not frustrated because of this trivial matter and asked his junior sister to comfort him.
Fu Zhu said apologetically to Jin Mingyun: "I can't ask you about the sword today. Let's do it next time."
Jin Mingyun also realized at this moment that it was inappropriate to ask the sword impatiently. He turned sideways and got out of the way, "Whenever Miss Fu Zhu is free, send me a message and I will come to Zhenshan again."
Fu Zhu readily agreed, "Okay!"
Jin Mingyun looked at the girl's retreating back. He looked away for a long time, turned around and walked down the mountain.
"His Qingfeng Sword is an immortal sword." Yu Lanze suddenly said, his tone slowing down, "Little junior sister, be careful when asking him about swords."
The Xuanqing man was not bad at swordsmanship and wielded an immortal sword. Yu Lanze was a little worried that his junior sister would suffer a loss.
Fu Zhu smiled lightly, "Didn't Senior Brother hear that I also got an immortal sword in the sword tomb?"
Although she couldn't pull out the sword, she still had the Dulu Sword in her hand, which was also an immortal sword.
Yu Lanze was stunned and slowly shook his head. He indeed had not heard this.
The flying sword stopped at the top of the mountain.
Junior Brother Hui Chan greeted them outside. Fu Zhu happily raised his hand and touched Hui Chan's bald head, and gestured, "Junior Brother Hui Chan hasn't grown taller this year."
Turning to look at Wu Sheng, his eyes were thoughtful. Wu Sheng didn't seem to have grown taller. Was it because she was feeding him too poorly every day? Or is it because half a year is so short that no changes can be seen?
Wu Sheng was puzzled by Fu Zhu.
Hui Chan smiled and said, "Senior Sister, she has grown taller."
Fu Zhu was very happy.
Wen Chen's figure suddenly appeared, and he agreed, "Hui Zen is right."
"Zhuzhu, how do you feel about going down the mountain this time?"
Everyone looked at Fu Zhu. The girl turned her head and thought for a moment, then said, "It's good, but I still miss going to the mountains."
Fu Zhu held Wen Chen's arm and said, "Master, I have a lot to say to you."
The fairy-like old man stroked his beard and said gently, "Come with me."
Wu Sheng subconsciously tried to catch Fu Zhu, but found that he could not move. A pair of black and white eyes stared at Yu Lanze roundly.
"Junior sister wants to talk to Master, don't disturb her." Yu Lanze turned to look at Wu Sheng, "If you are bored, you can talk to me."
