Sanqing raised his head and asked: "Fu Zhu, is the Fairy Wanfeng you mentioned the owner of the Qiongying Sword?"
She remembered hearing the name Wan Feng when she asked about the sword tower.
The girl nodded.
Chang You looked slightly moved, "It turns out it's her."
"Xian Ming is a perfect match for Fairy Wan Feng."
Chang You naturally hopes that the robes refined by his master will fall into the hands of Qingfeng Jiyue and find a good destination.
Fairy Wan Feng has a good reputation in the cultivation world. Although she is in the whirling world, she has heard a few words about it.
"Then what was Senior Luo Yi's last work?" Fu Zhu asked.
She had just heard from Aunt Chang You that the meaning of Senior Luo Yi's last work would be different, and she was a little curious.
"It's a white robe, named Yang Tianxue." Chang You walked out, and the talismans followed closely. Her voice was slow and gentle, "This robe has never had an owner. After Master Luo Yi has finished refining it, , just keep it in the side hall next to it."
Fu Zhu looked at her movements, as if she was trying to lead him over to take a look.
The dusty hall was pushed open, but there was no dust at all. Instead, a burst of pure spiritual energy came to the face.
It is a cool breath like mountain snow lotus.
Sanqing, who has always had his eyes set high above his head, couldn't help but exclaimed, "What a beautiful robe!"
She looked at her hands. Although they were very clean, she still felt that if she touched this cassock, it would leave marks.
There was an expression of admiration in Fu Zhu's eyes, and suddenly she felt that the crow green on her body and the black clothes on San Qing's body had a grayish feeling.
I finally know what it means, and it pales in comparison.
Seeing the expressions of the two of them, Chang You smiled slightly, "This is Master Luo Yi's last work."
It took four hundred years to weave and refine it.
Outsiders have never even heard of it, let alone opened their eyes.
Only these two could get a glimpse of them thanks to the blessing of Venerable Qingyun.
The three of them were so immersed in Yang Tianxue's beauty that they didn't notice a woman in black clothes and white hair appearing out of thin air outside the hall.
She stepped into the palace and said to herself, "Looking up to the sky with snow is not my last work."
Fu Zhu softly called out "Senior Luo Yi."
Chang You gave a Wanfu gift to the outside of the hall.
But he couldn't help but think in his heart, this is obviously Master Luo Yi's last work. Is it possible that Master will refine another robe before ascending?
Luo Yi casually said "hmm" and came barefoot in front of Yang Tianxue. With her delicate white hands, she stroked the non-existent wrinkles on the snow-white cassock.
"I once promised a person that I would refine a robe for her." Luo Yi's clear eyes wandered and fell on the sword at Fu Zhu's waist, and the scabbard automatically flew in front of her.
Fu Zhu bit her cheek, the scene in front of her was too familiar.
This was the first time I met Senior Luo Yi. She could easily pick up the sword without hooking her fingers.
"But she has not yet come." Luo Yi's tone was calm, but when he stroked the Wu Xi Sword, there was a hint of tenderness in his eyes, "I am temporarily staying in Tianshui Residence for a few days. Lend me this sword."
Don't give the girl a chance to refuse.
Fu Zhu didn't mind that Luo Yi wanted to take the Wuxi Sword. She tilted her head and asked, "What if the friend that senior is waiting for doesn't come?"
"Or maybe it's too late, the senior has already ascended."
Luo Yi corrected, "She and I are not friends."
She suddenly sighed, "And it's not that easy to ascend."
Luo Yi looked outside the palace and said, "If you reach the sky in one step, it depends on whether it agrees or not."
"In the past thousand years, have there been very few people in the Mahayana realm?" She said indifferently, "It's not like no one has ascended."
Fu Zhu's teeth were sore after hearing this, and she asked quietly, "Are there many people in the Mahayana realm?"
"Of course it's quite a lot." She glanced at the girl, "It's just that you can't meet your current state."
In the Mahayana realm, there are many people who live for hundreds of thousands of years or tens of thousands of years ago and are still alive today, but they are all busy looking for opportunities to ascend.
She added, "Even if you meet him, you won't recognize him."
Fu Zhu: "..."
So angry!
Fu Zhu took two deep breaths and turned to another question, "Senior Luo Yi, since you and that person are not friends, why do you still help her refine the robe?"
Luo Yi seemed reluctant to mention that person, and said coolly, "The predecessors are entangled, why are you worrying so much."
Chang You was waiting on the side. She couldn't help but raise her eyes to look at her master, and then lowered her eyes quickly. She thought she should know who the master was talking about.
"Okay, then I won't ask."
Fu Zhu stopped asking, but Sanqing persisted, "Why? If you are not a friend, you still need to help her refine the robes, and you don't like her. Could it be that she is threatening you?"
Luo Yi laughed angrily, "Why can she threaten me?"
"Do you know what the perfection of the Mahayana realm means?"
Sanqing's face was serious, "As you just said, there are many people in the Mahayana realm, and you are not the only one who has achieved Mahayana perfection. You can also win or lose if you are in the same realm."
Luo Yi: "..."
What she said actually made sense.
Luo Yi said like a rogue: "Anyway, no one in the world can threaten me."
"Then why do you want to help her refine the robe?" Sanqing asked stubbornly.
Fu Zhu quickly pulled her back, "This is Senior Luo Yi's private matter. Since she doesn't want to talk about it, forget it."
Luo Yi snorted proudly.
Will she be threatened?
What a joke!
Sanqing struggled for a while, but chose to listen to Fu Zhu.
"Senior Luo Yi, I wonder when you can start repairing the Demon-Slaying Sunda Flag?"
When it came to business, Luo Yi looked very serious. She said: "The spiritual needle I need needs to be soaked in the cloud water for ten days. After all, there are still three days left."
Fu Zhu then realized that it was not that Senior Luo Yi had done nothing these days, but was preparing tools to repair the Demon-Slaying Flag.
Sanqing's expression was unpredictable, probably because he felt that he had become a villain before. His face was a little embarrassed, and he lowered his head so that no one could see him.
Of course, she can't be entirely blamed. Who asked Luo Yi to do things secretly without telling her?
Sanqing found a reason for herself.
Fu Zhu said warmly: "Thank you, Senior Luo Yi."
She patted Sanqing's back calmly. Sanqing, who was already distracted, raised his head, confused, "Fu Zhu, why are you patting me?"
The girl gritted her teeth and said with a smile, "Slippery hands."
Sanqing said "Oh", as if he believed it.
Fu Zhu suddenly felt heartbroken.
Sometimes Sanqing is quite smart, but sometimes her brain doesn't work well?
Luo Yi looked at the small movements of the two people and waved his hands casually, "Okay, no need to thank you."
She did it for Qingyun's sake.
"It has nothing to do with you two." He accidentally said what was on his mind.
Luo Yi's face paused for a moment, then returned to normal.
It doesn't matter, she told the truth.
"Senior Luo Yi, if you speak so bluntly, you must not have many friends."
The girl's tone was determined.
Luo Yi raised his eyebrows, "Do I still need friends?"
Whether it was the Whirlpool world or the outside world of cultivation, there were as many people as crucian carp crossing the river who wanted to know her, Luo Yi, but she couldn't look down on them.
but……
Qingyun has many friends.
She is just one of them.
