Fu Zhu turned to look at Yu Lanze, "Is the senior brother here to see Wu Sheng?"
The man in white from Zhilan Yushu nodded slightly and waved to Wu Sheng. The boy stood up without thinking and approached with the flower tower in his arms. Fu Zhu felt a slight sense of frustration in his heart.
Why are we treating this little brat differently? He wasn't so good-natured to her at first.
However, the girl was only lost for a moment before she smiled sincerely. Wu Sheng got along well with her senior brother, so she felt relieved.
Wu Sheng looked at Fu Zhu's smile and narrowed his eyes. In his hand was the flower tower given by the girl, with light blue and almost transparent spiritual power lingering among the petals.
At the top of the tower is a snow-white apricot flower.
His spiritual power is very weak, and it is still difficult to maintain the flower tower.
Wu Sheng gently tugged on Yu Lanze's sleeve, urging him to leave early and go back to take a medicinal bath to cleanse his demonic veins.
The weaker the demon's bloodline, the stronger his spiritual power will be.
One goes down and the other goes up.
It was because the time had come and Wu Sheng had not gone back yet that Yu Lanze came here to find someone. Naturally, he would not delay any longer and said to his junior sister, "Wu Sheng and I will leave first."
Fu Zhu nodded and smiled.
On the way back, the child was a little distracted. Yu Lanze said nothing when he saw this.
It was only when he arrived at the pool where he took a medicinal bath that he said unbearably: "The elixir cleanses the blood, which is very painful. If you can't hold on any longer, you must tell me."
Wu Sheng has a cold temperament and is stubborn and awkward. If the medicine had not taken effect last time and Wu Sheng hadn't come out yet, he might not have discovered that he had fainted in the medicine pool.
Before seeing the fainted Wu Sheng, Yu Lanze was still thinking that the child was in good physical condition and could soak in the medicine pool until the effects of the medicine wore off.
Wu Sheng carefully put the flower tower aside, ignored Yu Lanze, and stepped into the pond with ease.
The pool water, mixed with various elixirs, was a mellow green color. Heat emerged from the bottom of the pool, and the water surface seemed to be boiling.
Yu Lanze was worried and stayed outside the screen.
For several days after that, Fu Zhu didn't see Wu Sheng again, and the lake she had been thinking about was finally dug.
Mi taro diverted water from a big river and filled the lake. Another bead filled with watery aura was thrown into the lake, and a faint aura filled the lake.
Fu Zhu put the Kongming fish into the lake, and the stone fish suddenly came to life, swimming freely in the lake, and the fish tail slapped the water, causing ripples.
Yuesu had never seen such a fish that was half ink and half transparent. He asked in surprise: "Uncle Master, what kind of fish is this?"
Mi Tao also turned to look at Fu Zhu, obviously also curious.
Fu Zhu smiled slightly and said, "It's called Kongming Fish."
The fish in the lake seem to know that someone is talking about them, swimming towards the shore, swaying their transparent fish tails.
Yuosu stretched out his hand and poked the fish's head. It was slippery and felt no different from the fish raised by Grandpa Meng.
Mi Tao said: "Senior Sister Fu Zhu, please give this lake a name."
The ripples in the lake stopped.
The empty fish just popped up and looked at the girl.
Fu Zhu took out a flawless white jade bottle and gently poured three drops of spiritual spring liquid into it. The lake water became clearer and clearer.
"Let's call it Wuyan Lake."
Three drops of emptiness, endless celebration and reward.
Yuosu and Mitao were very happy, clapped their hands and said, "This is such a good name."
"Uncle Master, you are so busy practicing swordsmanship on weekdays, so leave it to me to do something as small as feeding the fish!"
Mi Yao hummed: "Yesu can't handle it alone, I'll help her."
Just like that, the two of them took over the matter of feeding the fish.
Fu Zhu stood up, Shuang Xueming had already landed in front of her, "I'm going to Beizhao Peak, where are you?"
Yuosu naturally wanted to follow, but it wasn't until Mi Tuo pulled her back that she whispered, "I'll just look at the fish here."
Mi Tao smiled slightly and said, "Me too."
The girl nodded slightly and left with her sword.
Yuosu looked at the black shadow in the sky and looked back in despair, "Why did you pull me just now?"
In terms of seniority, Yuesu should actually call Mi Tuo uncle, but the two of them were similar in age, so they didn't care, so they just got along as friends.
Mi Tao narrowed her eyes and whispered, "Senior Sister Fu Zhu has something to do, so let's not disturb her."
Since returning to the mountain after training, Senior Sister Fu Zhu has not practiced sword practice. She has been dealing with some trivial matters. It seemed that only by arranging these things properly could she be able to do what she really wanted to do with peace of mind.
Hearing what Mi Tuo said, Yuesu also realized that something was wrong. Junior Uncle Junior seemed to be really busy. Yuesu had never seen her stop in the past few days.
Beizhaofeng.
As soon as the girl's flying sword landed, a golden elixir disciple in white robe came up to him, cupped his hands and said, "Junior Sister Fu Zhu."
Shuang Xueming has not yet returned to the sheath, Fu Zhu slightly raised his hand and returned the sword salute.
The Jindan disciple's name is Jiang Li, and he is the most proud direct disciple of Jiange Elder Mu Guiqi. He is good at painting and has ingenuity and surprising ideas. Some female disciples especially like to ask him to draw magical objects.
The frosty snow in Fu Zhu's hand was forged by his master, Elder Mu Guiqi.
Jiang Li couldn't help but look at the girl's flying sword. This was the best sword forged by the master. The only shortcoming was that it had too much murderous intent.
Now in the hands of the girl, the murderous intention is not obvious, and the child is extremely well-behaved.
"The magic weapon that Junior Sister Fu Zhu asked me to draw has been completed. Please see if there is anything that needs to be modified." Jiang Li took out a roll of drawings from his sleeve and handed it to Fu Zhu.
He drew several versions of the drawings, but he still felt that the first one was the best. He made some changes on it, but he didn't know whether the girl was satisfied with it.
Hearing this, Fu Zhu spread out the drawings of the magic weapon and looked at it. The look of satisfaction in his eyes did not escape Jiang Li's attention.
He exhaled slightly. Although he was extremely satisfied, everyone's preferences were different.
Fu Zhu put away the drawings and thanked Jiang: "Thank you, Senior Brother Jiang. The drawings are very detailed and there is no need to modify them."
Jiang Li smiled and said, "As long as Junior Sister Fu Zhu is satisfied."
The girl's eyebrows were slightly curved and her tone was long, "Of course I am satisfied."
Jiang Li was stunned for a moment. The initial Shuang Xueming really didn't match the bright little girl in front of him, and he didn't know how the master forged a killing sword.
Adhering to a responsible attitude, Jiang Li reminded: "Although there are weapon refiners in Beizhao Peak, most of them are sword makers. I'm afraid that the magical weapon that Junior Sister Fu Zhu made is different from what Junior Sister imagined..."
Just like the frost and snow.
If Master Wen Chen hadn't sharpened his sword with black ice, the flying sword would not have been suitable for a young girl at first.
Fu Zhu said warmly: "Thank you, Senior Brother Jiang, for reminding me. I have already found the weapon refiner."
Jiang Li smiled dumbly, it was because he was worried too much.
Zi Lao even made the exquisite flying sword so finely, and he even put aside his bold words to forge an immortal sword. Fu Zhu certainly didn't worry about his forging skills.
However, the golden vine was precious, so she still had to go there in person.
A flying sword quietly descended the mountain.
Within five days, he flew back again.
Fu Zhu thought for a moment, and now she only had to settle the matter with Jin Mingyun about the sword, so she immediately went to the Taixuan Sword Sect.
I just don't know how the news about her and Jin Mingyun Wenjian got out, attracting a lot of people to inquire, and it was rare for the quiet Zhenshan to become lively.
