Junior sister, she is fierce and beautiful

Chapter 117 Time Flows

"Fu Ling, it's a tsunami. And it doesn't look like an ordinary tsunami. I'm afraid this sea will be dangerous for a long time. We must leave Beihai as soon as possible." Xingye reminded.

"Is this tsunami related to the red light? It came too suddenly." Fu Ling asked.

"The North Sea is the largest sea area in the entire Great Three Thousand Worlds, and it is very rich in aura. According to rumors handed down since ancient times, the aura in the North Sea comes from six dragon balls. When the Dragon Balls are in place, the North Sea is calm. If the Dragon Balls are not in place, the waves are surging, and the world Changing color. At this time, Beihai's aura seems to be exhausted, and I guess something may have happened to Beihai's Dragon Ball."

"If it's as I imagined, if the Dragon Balls don't return to their place, there will be no peace in Beihai."

Xingye didn't dare to jump to conclusions, after all, it had never seen the rumored dragon ball with its own eyes.It would be fine if it was wrong, but if it was as rumored, even monks would be able to get close to Beihai in the future.

"There are indeed such rumors. We should be careful. Fuling, the poor monk will take you out of the North Sea first, and continue sailing when you reach the river on land." Ji Zhi picked up Fuling and put the boat into the storage bag.

Walking silently on the surface of the sea, within a hundred steps, she brought her back to the land. When Fu Ling looked back, the waves had already reached the shore where she could see them. If they hadn't walked in time, they might have been caught The waves rolled in.

……

Fuling and Jizhi traveled along the river for more than two months before returning to Zixiaozong.

During the two months, Fuling has seen all kinds of scenery, and had many conversations with Jizhi, her mood has been slightly opened up, and her state has been loosened for a while, and she has faintly touched the threshold of the middle stage of foundation establishment.

The masters of Sanqing Temple said that when Jizhi opened his mouth, he was Zen, and it was true. The conversation with Jizhi benefited her a lot.

When he arrived outside the mountain gate of Zixiaozong, Ji Zhi stopped. He could only send Poria here. If he wanted to step into the mountain gate of Zixiaozong, with his identity, he would definitely alarm the head of the sect, Yuan Zhen, to receive him personally. trouble.

"Fu Ling, the poor monk is very reluctant to part with you, but the poor monk has also come back to Sanqing Temple, so he can't continue to accompany you. We can only wait for the next time we meet." While speaking, Ji Zhi took a piece of paper from his Buddhist beads. He took one and handed it to Poria.

Fu Ling took the bead, the bead looked like an ordinary wooden bead, there was nothing special about it, but there was a hint of warmth in the palm of the hand, the Buddhist things seemed ordinary but there was always a mystery in it.

"This string of Buddhist beads has been carried by the poor monk since he was a child. It is like a clone of the poor monk. It is a farewell gift. If you carry the beads on your body, if you are in danger, the poor monk will sense it and rush to rescue it. you."

There are seventeen Buddhist beads in Jizhi's string, and this one is not a lot, but it is obviously an extremely precious gift.

Fu Ling quickly rummaged through her storage bag, after receiving such an expensive gift from Ji Zhi, she had to return it.

In the storage bag, there are a bunch of high-quality pills and magic weapons, but she always feels that none of them can represent her heart. Naturally, there is no shortage of magic weapons and pills in Ji Zhi's capacity, so why should she send them? .

"There's no need to look for Fu Ling. If you really want to give the poor monk a gift, you might as well wait until the next time we meet." Ji Zhi saw Fu Ling's entanglement, and stopped her.

"Ji Zhi, when I was young, I took Dragon Blood Ganoderma lucidum, the holy medicine for healing. My blood is even coveted by demon cultivators. Do you want to share some of it with you?" Fu Ling was very distressed. It seemed that the only thing she could get out of her body was blood.

Ji Zhi didn't know whether to laugh or cry when he heard this, "Silly Fuling, if you come to Sanqing Temple to see the poor monk in the future, that is the best gift for the poor monk."

"Okay, when I improve my cultivation, I will definitely go to Sanqing Temple to find you." Fuling nodded in agreement.

……

After returning to Zixiao Sect, Fu Ling hurriedly went to find Lin Qingyue, and donated the sword-casting spar given by Master Jiejian to the elder brother.

After Lin Qingyue got the sword spar, he rubbed Fuling's head again and again until the top of Fuling's head became dizzy.

"Thank you, little sister, for always remembering senior brother, and senior brother also thank you for Liufengjian." Lin Qingyue looked at this spar with an extremely gentle expression, and his eyes were full of joy and hope.

Although there are many ways to repair a broken sword, but although there are many ways, the materials are hard to find.With this spar, and then ask the elders of Zhuozhu Peak to help, Liufeng Sword will be able to restore its former style.

"Eldest brother, I feel that my cultivation is not far from the middle stage of foundation establishment, but I still don't feel like I want to break through. When an elder brother encounters this situation, what do you usually do? Go to the martial arts arena and fight a few more times. Is it?" Poria asked.

"Let's retreat. Retreat and practice, while accumulating spiritual power, while enlightening."

"Okay, then I'm going to retreat." Fu Ling immediately made a decision and turned to leave.

Seeing Fu Ling leaving as soon as she said, Lin Qingyue hurriedly called her to stop again: "Junior Sister, there is something that Elder Brother thinks I should tell you."

"What's the matter?" Fu Ling turned her head, the elder brother was so hesitant, she had a premonition that it was not a good thing.

"Su Lingyu from Suwen Peak asked to leave Zixiao Sect, and has severed ties with the sect. Fuling seems to have some friendship with him, so I still have to let you know."

Fu Ling was stunned and severed ties with the sect?Brother Lingyu, he...

"Thank you, big brother, for telling me that I'm going to retreat." After being stunned, Fu Ling still didn't say anything, and chose to go to retreat.

Let's just go, before leaving Zixiaozong, she told Senior Brother Lingyu that if Senior Brother Lingyu betrayed Zixiaozong, she would definitely not go to him.

Seeing that Fu Ling still went straight to retreat without wavering at all, Lin Qingyue didn't say anything more.

Fu Ling retreated suddenly, no one in Zixiao Sect except Lin Qingyue knew about it, and even Xuan Wei, the master, couldn't meet his apprentice.

Holding the jade pendant and the Yin-Yang Resurrection Orb she got from Yinyue Daoist, Xin'er was tearfully trying to share her joy with Fu Ling, but she was also blocked from the door.

Ling Yanfeng, who had finally become lively because of Fu Ling's arrival, fell into silence again.

……

Time passed and the situation changed. After four springs and autumns on Lingyan Peak, finally on a spring day, the formation covering the cabin loosened.

In the cave at the top of Lingyan Peak, Xuanwei opened his eyes on the lotus platform, got up, took the sword and walked out of the cave.

Four years ago, the little apprentice came back from Bishuitian with great difficulty, and ended up retreating without even saying hello to his master, to see if he didn't teach her a lesson.

When Xuanwei came to the bamboo forest halfway up the mountain, he found that several people had already arrived at the door of the small wooden house.

For four years, Lin Qingyue and Lin Zhixing, who had already grown up, had not changed their looks, but Song Minmin and Xin'er, who were only a little old when they first started, had grown up.

(End of this chapter)