Junior sister, she cultivates the way of life

Chapter 449 Return to Pillow Mountain
Another jade sword engraved with "The moon is good at supporting light, and the round spirit enhances brilliance" was enlightened by the talisman beads and fell asleep in the sword tomb.

Perhaps many years later, someone with a destiny will find this sword in the sword tomb and attain enlightenment.

She collected the storage bags of the two people and returned to her main body.

Looking at Senior Brother Li Wuxia's face, he asked, "Third Senior Brother, will it take a long time to scatter the spirit and cultivate again to restore the Nascent Soul Realm?"

Li Wuxia smiled and said, "Little Junior Sister, have you heard about the deeds of our ancestors?"

Fuzhu shook his head.

That was a hundred thousand years ago.

Li Wuxia's voice was gentle and his tone was casual: "My ancestors were originally from the royal bloodline of the Daliang Dynasty. After the dynasty collapsed, they wandered around the world and lived in seclusion in the mountains."

"When he was fifty years old, he attained enlightenment in one day, built his foundation in a hundred days, and formed his elixir in three years. He then accepted his first disciple, who became our master."

"Before the master ascended to heaven, he accepted a second disciple, who is now the Zhiyun Peak and Songfeng lineage." Li Wuxia casually told his junior sister what happened next.

Fu Zhu nodded and understood what Third Senior Brother meant.

Once you realize the truth, your cultivation will improve by leaps and bounds.

The Daliang Sword is the national treasure of the Daliang Dynasty. It was brought to Zhenshan by the ancestors and passed down to the head of the sect from generation to generation.

Its significance to Zhenshan is something that the Immortal Sword does not have. Fu Zhu lowered his eyes and sighed. The possibility of exchanging the Immortal Sword for the Zhuanpo Sword is not very high.

"Why are you sighing, Junior Sister?" Li Wuxia asked.

Fu Zhu drooped his brows and said, "There is a difficulty before me."

"Haha." Li Wuxia chuckled and said, "Is there anything else that can stump Junior Sister? Your current realm is at the Refining Void level, right?"

He sighed: "Your realm is rising so fast, are you planning to ascend in a hundred years?"

Fu Zhu knew he was joking with her, and thought about it seriously: "Even if it takes a hundred years to ascend, there are still seventy-four years. I can still do a lot of things in the human world."

Li Wuxia smiled and changed the subject: "Let's talk about the difficulties first, so that I can give you some advice. Although your realm is gone, your wisdom is still there."

Fu Zhu: “…” Third Senior Brother is still so narcissistic. It seems that scattered spirits really have no effect on him.

She took a deep breath and said, "Brother, this matter has nothing to do with wisdom, but it has something to do with your realm."

Li Wuxia raised his eyes and said, "Tell me about it."

Fu Zhu said, "I originally wanted to ask you to refine a small Huandan."

Li Wuxia was silent for a moment, feeling a little sad: "Junior Sister, is it possible that even if my cultivation is still there, I can't refine the Xiao Huan Dan."

Fuzhu looked confused: "Why?"

Li Wuxia clenched his fists and squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "Your realm is not high enough."

The grade of Xiao Huan Dan has reached the ninth level, and the infant fire cannot be refined. He must have the assistance of a cultivator with a higher level of cultivation than him to help him refine the medicinal properties of the medicinal materials. Only then can he be sure to refine Xiao Huan Dan. It would be best if the other party is a pharmacist.

But Zhenshan is a sword sect, and there are very few people who know how to make medicine.

Li Wuxia said, "I have a friend who is much older than me, and he lives in Donggu. I'll write you a letter of introduction, and you can go to Donggu to find him."

"He will help you refine the Xiao Huan Dan."

After saying that, Li Wuxia found Fuzhu looking at him, and couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"

"Third senior brother, you still have this connection." Fu Zhu sighed.

Li Wuxia raised his hand and pretended to give her a slap. Fu Zhu did not dodge. He put his hand down and said calmly: "Remember to find all the herbs before you go."

"Also, I have a snow lotus here. You can take it with you. It's not good to ask someone to help you make pills for nothing."

Fu Zhu blinked: "Ten thousand years?" "You wish." Li Wuxia gestured to her to lend him a strand of his spiritual power, opened the storage bag, and handed the snow lotus to her, "Three thousand years."

He saw Fu Zhu's cheeks puffed up, as if he was not satisfied with the age of the flower, and he couldn't help but curl his lips: "Three thousand years old snow lotus is already very precious, little sister, you should read more books."

Otherwise, she would not be unaware of the value of the snow lotus and would not have such an expression.

The petals of the snow lotus are light pink and almost white, full of spiritual energy, and the fine veins on the lotus petals seem like a very mysterious Taoist rhyme.

Fu Zhu always felt that she seemed to have heard the name of Snow Lotus somewhere else. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration came to her mind.

She remembered, it was the Possa world.

When she and Sanqing went to the Posa Realm to ask Senior Luoyi to cut the soul contract of the Demon-Slaying Flag for Sanqing, Hua Mu brought valuable gifts, including the thousand-year-old snow lotus and the chariot and horse moss.

However, the Chemazhi of the Hua family was only of medium quality, a little short of the top quality that Yuesu needed.

Fu Zhu was lost in thought, and Li Wuxia fell into deep thought. A three thousand year old snow lotus must be worth a lot, right?
When did Junior Sister's vision become so high?

Fu Zhu suddenly said, "Third Senior Brother, I will take you back to Zhenshan first."

"Okay, I'll write down the medicinal materials on the recipe for you, Junior Sister, and you can just buy them according to the instructions."

He still had a few spiritual plants, which were the medicinal materials on the pill recipe. He would give them to her later and save her some time.

Half a month later, the two returned to Zhenshan, and a flash of sword light passed by.

Zhou Tanzhi looked back at the narrow gap in the sky. Duzhou asked, "What are you looking at? The master is still waiting for us. Don't miss the time."

Zhou Tanzhi rubbed his brows and said, "Didn't you see the sword light just now?"

Duzhou didn't take it seriously: "This is the Sword Sect. There are sword lights flying around every day. Why make a fuss?"

His eyes had long been trained to the point where they could ignore the sword light.

Zhou Tanzhi hesitated and said, "I see that sword, it seems to be Junior Sister's Frost and Snow."

Upon hearing this, Duzhou immediately looked up, but the sword light had already disappeared into the horizon.

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Xuanjian Peak.

Li Wuxia went to pay a visit to his master Wen Chen first, while Fu Zhu returned to his own courtyard.

She pushed open the gate and saw a little boy with a broom sweeping the fallen flowers and snow in the yard.

The moment the door was opened, the little boy turned around, his pair of black and white eyes showing a slight ripple.

There is a barrier in her yard, and snowflakes shouldn't fall, but Fu Zhu likes to feel the natural wind, frost, rain and snow, so she has never opened the barrier.

Maintained by spiritual power, the apricot blossoms that never fade all year round fall together with the white snow, and it is impossible to tell which is whiter, the flower or the snow.

Fu Zhu said with a slightly surprised tone: "Wu Sheng?"

She walked towards the boy and asked, "Why are you sweeping the yard for me? Where is my junior brother?"

In the past, her yard was swept by her junior fellow apprentice Hui Chan.

Wu Sheng raised his eyelids and said, "Hui Chan went to Zhiyun Peak to learn how to handle sect affairs from Elder Yao Xuan."

Junior brother is the next leader of the Sword Sect, and it is his duty to learn how to handle the affairs of the sect.

Fu Zhu said, "You should call him Uncle Master. It's not polite to call him by his first name."

Wu Sheng looked at her, pursed his lips and said nothing.

After a long while, he spoke again: "I know."

I've been addicted to reading novels lately. I almost don't want to write anymore. I force myself to click the back button to exit.