After searching the entire Wushan Mountain, no villagers from Fengquan Township were found. Qian Sanbao turned his back and secretly wiped away his tears.
Fu Zhu used Qian Sanbao's ancestral jade pendant to perform the breath-seeking technique again, but to no avail.
"Qian Sanbao, if you think about it carefully, is there anything else you have forgotten?" Zhou Zhao was so tired that he didn't care and sat on the ground, "Is there anything special about Wushan?"
Qian Sanbao wiped away his tears and turned around, trying hard to search for his memories of Wushan. He asked with some uncertainty, "Does Liquanchi count?"
It was a mountain spring the size of a wellhead, surrounded by large and small warm stones picked from the river.
"Lead the way and go take a look." Fu Zhu said.
The breath-seeking birds have been flying around the mountain, proving that the person must be on the mountain. She had great trust in the sect's breath-seeking technique and was sure that she had not cast the wrong technique.
When Sanqing heard the three words "Liquanchi", his eyes were filled with stars, and the snow was like clouds, floating in the air, "Is it the real Liquan?"
"Legend has it that the sweet spring that the Phoenix drinks from will make drinkers live longer and cure chronic diseases."
She skillfully pulled up Qian Sanbao's sleeves, blinked her eyes twice, and said in a curious tone, "Do you still have such good things in Fengquan Township?"
"Is there a phoenix in the mountain?"
Riji also looked at Qian Sanbao expectantly.
Qian Sanbao scratched his head and explained patiently, "I don't know if it's true or not. It's been passed down from generation to generation, but I feel like it's just an ordinary mountain spring."
He had drank it so many times and didn't feel any difference. As for Phoenix, that was even more nonsense.
Sanqing said "oh" regretfully and let go.
"When will it arrive?" She suddenly became interested again, with a look of blood on her face, and rubbed her hands.
Whether it's Liquan or mountain spring, it's all sweet and tastes good.
Qian Sanbao said: "It's right in front."
He raised his sword to cut off the dead branches blocking the road, and pushed them to both sides, revealing the paths trampled by the villagers.
The warm stones were laid out tightly in a circle, and in the center, there was a pond the size of a well, as Qian Sanbao said.
Not hearing the sound of gurgling spring water, Zhou Zhao asked, "Isn't it going to dry up?"
Sanqing's figure quickly passed by, lying down by the spring and close to the ice, and saw water flowing slowly inside.
She turned her head, picked up a goose-warming stone, held the top with her right hand, and smashed it onto the ice. With a "click", the ice broke and floated on the water.
Gudu Gudu~
The sweet spring plays the fairy music again.
Zhou Zhao strode closer, squatted by the spring, and saw two reflections, one black and one red, in the water.
Sanqing and Riji held the spring water and drank it as if nothing had happened.
Fu Zhu looked around, his eyes caught Qian Sanbao's worried and dazed look, and asked, "But what's wrong?"
Qian Sanbao didn't know if he was overthinking it. After thinking about it, he said, "When Zhou Zhao and I returned to Fengquan Township, I lay on the spiritual boat and saw that Wushan Mountain seemed to be a little higher."
"I previously thought it was because the snow this year was heavier than in previous years and the snow accumulation was high, but I just took a closer look and found that the thickness of the snow on the ground is much thinner."
There was also Sanqing, who suddenly broke the ice on Liquan Pond.
There are various indications that this year’s snow should be lighter than in previous years.
Something flashed through Fu Zhu's mind, but she quickly grabbed the light and said, "Let's go to the sky and have a look."
Qian Sanbao and Yujian followed.
"What did Fu Zhu and Qian Sanbao do?" Sanqing looked confused.
She lowered her eyes and looked at the sweet spring flowing away in her hands, and the sun continued to fall below, looking satisfied.
The spring water in her hand was too cold. Anyway, the spring water in Sanqing's hand would fall to the ground, so it was better to give it to her.
Hiji thought smartly.
After staying with Senior Brother for a long time, it turns out that all elves can become smart.
Zhou Zhao was then eager to try. He put the sword in his armpit and went to hold the spring water with both hands. The biting coldness made him shiver a few times.
Glancing at Sanqing out of the corner of his eye, the little girl seemed completely unaffected.
"Don't worry, the talisman beads will come back." Hiji lay on Sanqing's shoulder and said.
She looked at the quiet child and said, "Wu Sheng, don't you drink Liquan water? It's really delicious."
Wu Sheng ignored her.
Sanqing muttered, "Does his ear not work well?"
Riji waved his hand and spoke for Wu Sheng, "It's not pinching."
Under the clouds and mist, the snow-green robes swayed in the wind.
The blade of the sword was steady, and he stepped back a few inches, taking the whole view of Wushan into view.
"Did you see anything?" Fu Zhu tilted his head and asked Qian Sanbao.
He measured it with his finger and said, "It's higher than in previous years." However, Qian Sanbao didn't think of the reason yet.
Fu Zhu had some thoughts in mind, raised his hand to make a secret, and made out a breath-seeking bird, an icy blue and small bird, lifelike.
This was not the first time Qian Sanbao had seen Fu Zhu perform the breath-seeking technique. He thought he had mastered the formulas and hand seals, but he always failed.
"Senior Sister Fu Zhu, can you teach me how to use this technique later?"
The girl stood on the sword, raised her hand to press Piaofei's robe, and said casually, "Haven't you already read it twice?"
Why do you still need her to teach? The speed with which she performed the sutra just now was also very slow.
Qian Sanbao whispered, "I haven't learned yet."
There is no magic technique that can be learned just by watching it twice. He has not even seen the method of mobilizing spiritual power.
The breath-seeking bird flapped its wings and flew around the top of the snow.
Fu Zhu narrowed his eyes, put two fingers together, spiritual power emerged from his fingertips, and drew a seal in the air that Qian Sanbao couldn't understand.
The breeze came from nowhere, blowing away the clouds and mist.
The entire Wushan Mountain was no longer shrouded in clouds and fog, and became brighter.
Qian Sanbao was surprised to find that the flying snow within a few miles had stopped.
"Senior Sister Fu Zhu?"
Fu Zhu had no time to pay attention to him, and continued to perfect the seal. A faintly bright ice-blue halo showed a foggy white frost flower in the middle, floating on the top of the mountain.
Qian Sanbao didn't understand what Fu Zhu was going to do, so he closed his mouth obediently and waited quietly.
French seal frost flowers, slowly sinking.
The snow on the top of Wushan Mountain is falling one after another.
"Although this method is a bit slower than drawing a sword, it is safer." Fu Zhu finally got his chance and replied to Qian Sanbao.
Qian Sanbao looked at the flying sword at her feet and remained silent.
Although he had never seen it with his own eyes, Senior Sister Fu Zhu opened a mountain with one sword, but he had heard many versions of it.
If Senior Sister Fu Zhu uses her sword, Wushan will be flattened by her, right?
Qian Sanbao was thinking about it when the voice of Fu Zhu came to his ears, "Look at the current height, right?"
He came back to his senses, checked it several times with his eyes closed, and replied, "Absolutely."
After all, the naked eye cannot be that precise.
Fu Zhu said, "Okay, let's dig the snow."
Qian Sanbao touched the back of his head in confusion, and suddenly realized something. His eyes turned red, and he quickly activated his flying sword and landed on the snow level.
He sat on his knees in the snow and began to dig through the snow with trembling hands.
With such thick snow, is there any chance of survival?
Thinking of this possibility, Qian Sanbao's tears couldn't help but fall on the back of his hand in the snow.
Fu Zhu went to ask Zhou Zhao and Sanqing to come over and help.
From the beginning, the Breathfinder couldn't go wrong.
