"Senior Sister Yanluo, did you go to the outer gate again?"
As soon as Yanluo's long sword landed, a girl came around with curiosity in her eyes. Yanluo glanced at her and said lightly "Hmm".
When the girl noticed that she was in a bad mood, she knew that the talisman of the outer sect must have refused Senior Sister Yanluo's help out of spite.
Feeling unworthy for Yanluo in her heart, she said: "She doesn't appreciate it, why should Senior Sister Yanluo care about her anymore?"
Yanluo listened, feeling slightly touched in her heart, but did not interrupt the girl's words.
She couldn't understand the talisman beads.
Everyone around her moved to a higher level, but she stayed where she was. It took a thousand times more effort to barely improve, but she didn't feel defeated at all.
There was a shortcut to the Foundation Establishment Pill in front of her, but she wouldn't take it.
What are you insisting on?
Boom——
The huge thunder pulled Yanluo back from her thoughts, and the girl's startled voice came to her ears, "What is that?"
Yanluo looked around and saw dark clouds gathering together, twisting like a whirlpool, and purple thunder and lightning like dragons, turning and swimming in the dark clouds.
It's a thunderstorm.
The thunder calamity was several times more terrifying than when she formed the elixir.
The movement in the sky attracted countless people to stop and watch, and they all guessed which elder in the sect was going through the tribulation.
Only Yanluo looked in a daze, the direction of the thunder calamity...
"Hey, Senior Sister Yanluo, where are you going?"
In the bamboo forest, a girl in green clothes sat cross-legged, feeling peaceful.
The entrenched thunderclouds kept rolling, as if they were about to crush the entire mountain. The dark clouds covered the sky, and it was gloomy, as if there was a big hole in the sky, and seawater poured in at any time, which was particularly scary.
Yanluo resisted the pressure of the thunder and returned to the bamboo forest.
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the elixir bottle she had put down on the stone, not moving at all.
The girl in green suddenly opened her eyes and said with a smile, "I just figured out something."
Yanluo looked at her puzzled.
Fu Zhu continued: "The floating dust in the phantom sea constantly confuses the true intentions of outsiders through various people and events around them. Maybe they can persist in it at first, but in the end they sink and become gloomy because they cannot break free from the harmony of karma and fate inside."
"What's more, if you have a clear mind, you know how to sharpen the sword's heart and make it perfect. So, as the Buddhist Zen poem says, you should always brush it diligently to prevent any dust."
Yanluo was confused when she heard this, and didn't understand what she wanted to express, but she suddenly felt panicked in her heart.
And what is the floating dust in the illusory sea?
Yanluo's brows couldn't help but frown. In her heart, it was like a god beating a drum. The sound was so loud that she gradually couldn't hear the thunder in the sky. However, the girl's voice was so clear, penetrating the thunder and echoing in her mind.
She said: "The dust in the illusory sea is cultivating my mind, but my sword's mind has already been clear. There is no dust in the first place, so why bother to brush it away?"
Yanluo asked her repeatedly if she felt defeated and powerless, and she could firmly say no. She would not take the Fuchen Sword Sect disciples' mocking remarks behind their backs to heart at all.
She won't feel any discomfort from the gap from genius to trash.
Her sword heart never wavered from the beginning to the end.
Before, it was impossible to break through the floating dust in the illusory sea, but now she is the one living in it.
She can get out whenever she wants.
Just like now.
The thunder that had been reluctant to fall from the sky hit the world hard at this moment.
Yanluo was frightened by the powerful purple thunder and took a few steps back unconsciously. Her eyes were blank as she looked at the thin figure under the thunder net.
The strong wind is blowing, and the bamboo branches are falling, making people feel flustered and difficult to breathe for no reason.
Mei Ruoling counted how many purple thunders had fallen, and suppressed her curiosity to investigate. She stopped where she was, with a worried look on her face. Why hasn't the talisman come yet today?
Mei Ruoling would not know that this extremely fierce thunder disaster was caused by the girl she had been waiting for for a long time.
Fu Zhu estimated that the tribulation thunder should have almost stopped. He looked up and saw that the sky was dark and stormy was about to come.
Wow——
It rained heavily.
The bamboo leaves that had been blown everywhere could no longer fly at this moment and were pressed into the mud by the raindrops. A transparent barrier appeared on Yanluo's body, and heavy rain took a detour.
Some disciples who had not yet formed elixirs hurriedly raised their outer clothes, protected their heads, and looked for shelter from the rain.
The talisman beads had just passed through the thunder tribulation, and before they had time to tie up the barrier, they were wet by the heavy rain. The messy bun that was originally struck by lightning became loose and loose, and the black hair was splashed down on the chest.
The two moon hairpins can no longer be seen in their original appearance in the soil.
The talisman beads thought about it for a while, but did not pick it up. It was just a dream and could not be taken away.
"where are you going?"
Yanluo came back from the shock and panicked when she saw the girl's back, so she hurriedly asked.
Fu Zhu still didn't tie up the barrier. He felt the feeling of rain hitting his body. Hearing the sound of Yanluo, he stopped for a moment and said, "I'm going back."
"Leave the illusory sea and dust and go to my original world."
Yanluo could only hear the patter of rain in her ears. She moved faster than her brain. Without thinking about anything, the long sword blocked the girl's way, "You can't leave."
She didn't know why she said this, it was just like that.
The water droplets gathered at the tip of the sword fell down and hit the toe of Fu Zhu's shoe.
Gradually, the sound of rain could not be heard.
There is a black body of water right now, and when you look up, it is boundless.
People standing on the water will not sink, as if their feet are solid. Yanluo didn't know why the scene in front of her changed, and she didn't know where this place was. There was only one thought in her mind, that is, she couldn't let her go.
The sword in Fu Zhu's hand is still the ordinary black iron sword from the Fuchen Sword Sect.
She didn't give Yan Luo much time, and the long sword suddenly thrust out at an angle, hitting Yan Luo's heart.
Yan Luo's eyes flashed with astonishment, as if it was the first day she met Fu Zhu, and she showed no mercy to herself.
She felt a little sour in her heart, but soon this strange emotion was covered up, her eyebrows became cold and stern, and her every move revealed the intention of killing.
The extremely ordinary black iron sword danced with ever-changing moves in Fu Zhu's hands. Yanluo's wrist rotated slightly, and the sword's cold light shone before the girl's eyes.
Her hand movements hesitated for a moment.
Fu Zhu smiled lightly and spoke softly, as if they had practiced swordplay together every night, "Yanluo, once the sword has been drawn, there should be no pause."
Hearing this, Yanluo subconsciously held out the long sword in mid-air.
Fu Zhu was intercepted by the horizontal sword and pushed forward. Yan Luo's figure staggered back a few steps. He quickly stood up and drew the sword again, neatly and without any sloppiness.
Yan Luo stood up leaning on the sword, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, and the spikes followed the movement of the sword, which confused Fu Zhu's sight.
Fu Zhu leaned back to avoid the piercing sword. The black water under her feet rippled and made a gurgling sound as she retreated.
Borrowing from the water, the talisman bead turned over like a dragonfly in the water, the corners of his green clothes were flying, and the sword was placed on Yan Luo's neck.
Yanluo murmured in disbelief, "How could I lose?"
She weakly lowered the hand holding the sword, her energy drained away, but she still refused to believe the result.
Fu Zhu's face was expressionless. Yan Luo knew at the beginning that she was a genius, but Yan Luo changed later and could no longer accept this fact.
