Sanqing was holding a small shovel with a look of resentment on his face.
She looked at Wu Sheng, who was squatting on the edge. He was much faster than her. Her desire to win suddenly came to her, and she began to work hard.
The small shovel in Sanqing's hand was given to Fu Zhu when she was digging a lake at Xilian Peak, and when Wen Chen gave her a hoe for plowing the spirit.
Qian Sanbao, Zhou Zhao and Wu Sheng had ice shovels in their hands.
Wu Sheng was not afraid of the cold, and he was not slow at cutting the snow with his ice shovel. Because Qian Sanbao was obsessed with his parents, he was unaware of Binghan.
Only Zhou Zhao couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief after holding the handle of the shovel for a while.
He approached Sanqing and said, "Shall we switch?"
When he was at Liquan Pond, he saw Sanqing touching the ice spring without feeling anything at all, and knew that she was not afraid of the cold.
Without even raising his head, San Qing patted the instep of his foot with a small shovel, "You're blocking me."
Zhou Zhao returned without success and could only use his spiritual power to isolate the coldness of the ice. Although it was a little wasted, his hands really couldn't withstand the cold.
Hiji was unable to help and sighed heavily.
"Fu, Senior Sister Fu Zhu, I think I found it..." Qian Sanbao subconsciously called Fu Zhu's name.
Sanqing moved over and said, "Let me take a look." She scratched the fine snow on it, and a stiff hand was revealed underneath, with an emerald ring on her thumb.
Like the bamboo forest after snow, it is full of green.
Fu Zhu suddenly thought that this should be the hand of Qian Sanbao's father. The emerald jade ring finger is crystal clear and round, and of good quality. Except for the Qian family, the richest man in Fengquan Township, ordinary people may not be able to afford it.
Fu Zhu lowered his eyes and saw that when Qian Sanbao saw the jade ring, his pupils suddenly dilated, his body trembled, he dropped the ice shovel, and kept digging down with both hands.
When Zhou Zhao saw this, he didn't say anything and squatted down next to Qian Sanbao to help plow the snow.
Wu Sheng raised his eyes and glanced here. His eyes stayed on that snow-green color for a moment, and then moved away.
He continued digging into the snow at his feet, but found nothing.
Wu Sheng suddenly moved two steps, changed places, and repeated his previous actions.
He was on the edge of the mountain, and the snow he dug slid down the mountain, unlike Qian Sanbao and others who piled up hills next to it.
"This jade ring belongs to my father." Qian Sanbao cried while raking the snow with his hands, "His hands have no warmth, wuwuwu..."
Zhou Zhao couldn't comfort the person and said bluntly, "Don't cry. I won't have the strength to dig out my uncle later. You can gather the strength from crying and put it on your hands. Maybe we can dig out my uncle as soon as possible." I still have a breath, don’t you have some elixirs, feed them to uncle.”
Qian Sanbao stopped crying and sniffed, "And my mother."
"Yes, yes, there is also auntie." Zhou Zhao agreed, "If the elixirs are not enough, I will give you all the ones I have here."
Fu Zhu didn't know whether to remind them that not all pills were useful.
However, she was relieved to see Zhou Zhao comforting Qian Sanbao. When it came to comforting people, she was even worse than Zhou Zhao.
Wu Sheng held a spatula and tugged on Fu Zhu's sleeve, but said nothing. Fu Zhu could only ask, "What's wrong?"
She followed Wu Sheng's line of sight and saw that the two places where he dug had exposed the mountain wall, sloping from high to low.
Fu Zhu suddenly understood something, "Are you trying to say that this looks a bit like the mouth of a bowl?"
The demon clan placed all the villagers in this "mountain bowl", and the snow fell day after day, filling the entire bowl.
Wu Sheng nodded.
Over there, Qian Sanbao and Zhou Zhao had dug out Qian's father, and Qian Sanbao tremblingly stretched out his hand to detect his breath.
Fu Zhu and Wu Sheng looked at each other, knowing that "people are hiding in mountain bowls" and with snow heavy on their heads, there was no chance of survival.
"I'm... still angry!" Qian Sanbao exclaimed in surprise.
"Zhou Zhao! Zhou Zhao! My father is still alive, he is still alive!" Qian Sanbao was in a state of excitement. Zhou Zhao reminded him of the elixir, and Qian Sanbao forced himself to calm down, "Elixir, yes, Pill, what kind of pill is useful?”
At this moment, he began to regret that he did not know more about the elixirs and their respective medicinal uses.
Wu Sheng frowned, confusion appearing in his black and white eyes.
Fu Zhu flashed, squatted down, clasped Qian's father's wrist, and used spiritual power to detect his vitality. A look of surprise flashed across his beautiful face, and he actually was still breathing.
"Senior Sister Fu Zhu, who is my father?" Qian Sanbao watched Fu Zhu's movements and did not dare to disturb her. After waiting, he asked anxiously.
"Just use the Dead Wood Spring Pill." Fu Zhu let go of his hand.
In fact, the so-called dead tree blooming in spring is just a breath of relief. If it slows down, it is spring, but if it does not slow down, it is dead wood.
Everything depends on creation.
Qian Sanbao poured out all the elixir bottles at once, and finally found the elixir of spring in the dead wood, and carefully fed it to Qian's father.
Sanqing reminded from the side, "You still have an old lady! If you don't dig it out, the elixir of Mu or Chun will definitely not work."
I have never heard of a dead person surviving after taking elixirs.
Qian Sanbao woke up suddenly, picked up the ice shovel and dug hard at the place where Qian's father was dug out.
They dug all over in the east, west, north and south, but couldn't find anyone. Qian Sanbao's face suddenly lost all color.
Fu Zhu knew that the person should be at the bottom of the bowl further down, and signaled Zhou Zhao to comfort him not to lose heart.
Because of the spell of the talisman beads, it didn't snow again in Wushan. Without the accumulation of new snow, it was easier to dig.
After an unknown amount of time, the entire "mountain bowl" was completely cleared of snow. Hiji flew in mid-air and saw the scene at the bottom of the bowl clearly, covering his mouth in shock.
"Fu, talisman beads, they are all..." Xu felt that the question of whether they were dead was not a good one, so Hiji organized the wording, "Are they all still alive?"
Qian Sanbao's eyes were slightly red, and he jumped down with the elixir bottle in hand. After checking for breath, if there was still a breath left, he first fed him a dead wood spring elixir.
"Auntie?"
Every time he saw someone's face clearly, his face became more disappointed. They were not his mother-in-law, so where was his mother-in-law?
Riji burst into tears at the scene, "Fu Zhu, do you have the elixir for dead wood to revive? I want to help too."
Fu Zhu shook his head.
Wu Sheng next to her pursed her lips and took out a pill bottle from the Bodhisattva space to her.
Riji said: "Wu Sheng, you are finally kind!"
The boy in black raised his eyes and extended his hand with no intention of taking it back, but Hiji hurriedly took the elixir bottle from his hand.
The trust the two have in each other is evident.
Fu Zhu looked at Wu Sheng with a faint smile and spread his palms. San Qing followed suit and confidently said, "I want it too."
"No more." Wu Sheng said slowly.
He only looked at Fu Zhu and said his words to her, ignoring Sanqing.
Zhou Zhao generously handed San Qing a pill bottle, "Here, here it is."
When facing Fu Zhu, his attitude changed and his tone was flattering, "Senior Sister Fu Zhu, this is for you."
It was only after chatting with Sanqing that he found out that Senior Sister Fu Zhu was already in the Nascent Soul Realm!
In the middle stage of Nascent Soul, when he was less than twenty years old, he could not find any of them even if he read through the Thirteen Histories of Jianzhen. Senior Sister Fu Zhu will definitely be famous for eternity in the future.
