Jin Cancan is not golden at all.

He was dressed in a standard white robe, honestly combed a bun, a few locks of black hair fell down mischievously, lined with blown-out skin, big wet eyes and pouting red lips, which only made people want to pinch hard.

Fu Lingpei thought so and did the same.

A red mark suddenly appeared on the golden white and tender little face, conspicuously like a February flower.

Jin Cancan was immediately unhappy, for him, the only two things he couldn't bear were to be compared to others, and the other was to be treated as a milk doll. This Fu Lingpei took both of them, he went from a little annoyed to extremely unhappy, with a high upturned mouth and a straight face, but still no momentum.

"Master, my face-" Jin Cancan's waist thrust, his eyes widened, and he was about to say it.

"Do you know Lu Xuanche?"

Fu Lingpei couldn't help but ask. She brushed her wet hair, and found that it was very in the way, so she directly used her spiritual power and dried it naturally, and the white robe on her body was also refreshing in an instant.

“……”

This god came to make Jin Cancan stunned.

He originally planned to have a big fight to prove that he was already a well-known man, so that the other party would not underestimate him. Now that I'm thinking about it, I didn't think who this Lu Xuanche was, and his innocent big eyes were stunned, but they seemed even smaller.

Fu Lingpei looked at him stunned and decided to solve another small trouble first.

She looked at the crowd on the other side, her eyes jumping over a few people, discerning something.

"Hey, my, mine." A strong man in a yellow robe, with sloppy hair and a stubbled beard, pounced on him, took the gambling money, and shouted excitedly.

"That's you!" Fu Lingpei's eyes lit up, his expression was determined, and he thought secretly. She "swooped" and pulled out a roll of nine rope whips, and without using any spiritual power, she rolled the man and threw him into the pool with just a brute force.

"Plop-" The sound was loud, and the water splashed in all directions.

Fu Lingpei looked at his hands, feeling the huge power active under his skin, and was very satisfied.

The other party struggled wildly, and drank a few sips of water before standing up, scolding and scolding in his mouth, "Which Wang Bacake-"

The "son" swallowed in his mouth, but he didn't spit it out. He looked at the white-robed female cultivator in front of him in a daze, and suddenly felt bad, but he still stiffened his neck and stood upright.

"You say, do you want me to help you, senior brother?" Fu Lingpei's voice was cold, she lit the whip in her hand, but her eyes seemed to have a quenched sword, and she smiled softly, "Senior sister, I am very gentle." ”

"That's not necessary." Although the strong man felt bad, he adhered to the principle that losing people does not lose the battle, stepped on the pool, stiffened his neck and said with a hard smile, "But if you insist, senior sister, then senior brother and I will be disrespectful." ”

"Papapa-" There was a burst of applause, and Jin Cancan looked at the two people facing each other in front of him with a smile, and applauded for fear that the world would not be chaotic.

While busy receiving gambling funds, they stopped grabbing one after another, planning to find a random place to watch the play first.

But the lean man who set up the gamble took the opportunity to start the gambling game again. also lost his brain, but this time, the winning rate between Fu Lingpei and Na Qiao Fei was eight to one, which shows that everyone is still optimistic about Fu Lingpei winning.

"It's a man, too. Unfortunately, in the wrong place. Fu Lingpei didn't care about the group of gossipy people behind him, he just looked at Qiao Fei, his tone was cold, and he raised his ground, "And let me take care of your mother." ”

Before the words fell, she sacrificed her nine whips again, but this time she used ten layers of ten layers of strength, but she still did not use her spiritual power, and she threw it away, which seemed to be slow and fast, with the sound of whirring wind, full of energy.

Qiao Fei took a defensive posture and drew his long sword, intending to fight a dozen of them. Although the junior sister in front of him made him feel ashamed of himself, but the prejudice that had always been ingrained made him unable to succumb.

It's just that Fu Lingpei's speed is too fast! The Nine Rope Whip was slippery and flexible, and in this small space, it was even more like a fish in water, and when it met the long sword that was bound to the hands and feet, it rolled up on the ground, and connected with Qiao Fei, and was forced out by Fu Lingpei by relying on brute force.

After a loud roar of water, a stiff body lay by the pool, wrapped tightly by the long whip, unable to stretch out.

Fu Lingpei walked up to him with a smile, still holding the other end of the Nine Rope Whip in his hand, "Do you want me to help you?" ”

"Help, why don't you help?" Qiao Fei was still stiff.

Fu Lingpei smiled weirdly, and without waiting for the cry to start, he picked up his fist, the thin white fist was not strong and even slightly weak, and hit Qiao Fei's stomach with one punch.

But one punch! No pyrotechnic punches!

Qiao Fei's eyes widened, his lips trembled, he lay on his side and curled up together, the whip was deeply embedded in the flesh and he didn't know it, and he gasped as if he was enduring great pain.

The faces of the spectators couldn't help but tremble, and they all felt pain when they looked at it. couldn't help but look at the upright and graceful back, and secretly said, what kind of realm has this female cultivator quenched to, but with one punch, she can beat the foundation monk like this?

"Do you want me to help me?"

"No, no." It's just a gossamer. Qiao Fei only felt that all his internal organs hurt, and when he saw that his aunt and grandmother in front of him were about to punch again, he couldn't help but reply.

Fu Lingpei withdrew his whip, looked at the male cultivator who was curled up on the ground, and said softly, "If you are stiff, I will look down on you." But now, ......"

She snorted, annoyed Qiao Fei to death with shame, paused and said, "I'll teach you a lesson today!" Let you remember that the female cultivators in the world are not so easy to mess with! ”

Since then, Qiao Fei has suffered from female phobia, and when he sees the female cultivator, he retreats, and goes to the other extreme, which Fu Lingpei did not expect. But even if she knew, she didn't really care.

There was a dead silence in the sword pool.

Even Jin Cancan couldn't help but tremble, and sighed to himself, how could it be that at this moment, even the master was bluffed! Seeing Fu Lingpei retract his whip and want to leave, he hurriedly jumped up and followed, "Wait for Master!" ”

Fu Lingpei didn't pause, and went out directly with the sword pool order. Leaving behind him, the black pressed a group of male cultivators, and let out a long sigh.

"Who is Lu Xuanche?" Jin Cancan finally couldn't help but ask. In the confined teleportation space, only his eyes sparkled and clear.

"Well, it's a strange man." Fu Lingpei couldn't help but smile when he thought of Lu Xuanche's glittering golden outfit. After that, no matter how Jin Cancan asked, she closed her eyes and didn't answer.

Soon, he returned to the Sword Shadow Wall.

It was late at night, and the night sky was like a wash and the stars were shining. The back cliff faded away from the hustle and bustle of the day, and it was quiet.

Fu Lingpei was wrapped around his waist and carried the fire, followed by Jin Cancan, who was still dissatisfied, and was about to stride back to the cave to rest.

But after a few steps, she was stunned.

Dressed in green clothes in front of him, he seemed to have stood in front of the sword shadow wall for a long time, almost becoming a statue, the hem of the clothes was soaked with a slight moisture, and it seemed to be blended into the night, alienated and light, and everything was not disturbed.

"Master?" Fu Lingpei was a little suspicious that he had misunderstood, "You have been waiting here?" ”

Chu Lankuo was a little distracted, and when he heard the footsteps behind him, he turned around, and didn't answer her, his divine sense swept over, and he nodded with satisfaction and approving, "Not bad." The coldness around him seemed to dissipate a little.

"Meet the Peak Lord." But it was a golden and clear voice.

"Meet." Chu Lankuo waved his sleeves, impatiently coping, "Go ahead." ”

Jin Cancan turned around with interest, and did not entangle Fu Lingpei, and flew directly off the cliff.

Fu Lingpei also turned around and wanted to leave, but was frozen in place by a word.

"I heard, you're alchemy now?" Chu Lankuo's deep voice couldn't hear the emotion.

However, Fu Lingpei knew that he was not very happy.

Chu Lankuo has always expected her to be a pure sword cultivator and no longer empathize with others, so she will definitely not agree with her choice. But her family knows her own affairs, she is not a good seedling of sword cultivation, her mood is not pure enough, and she is not so persistent in sword cultivation.

Like Zhu Yubai, who is simple-minded, and Qin Mian who is so upright and frank, is more suitable, and he can go to the extreme of sword cultivation. And she, at best, can only do sword cultivation, not sword cultivation.

"Yes, Master." Fu Lingpei pursed her lips, revealing a stubborn arc.

Chu Lankuo looked at it and knew that the little apprentice would not change his mind.

That's fine.

He couldn't help but sigh, took out a jade slip from the storage bag, and gently handed it over, the warm jade slip almost glowed slightly in the night, "This is the Dan prescription that the teacher got by chance, you can take it to the enlightenment." ”

Waiting for Fu Lingpei to stretch out his hand to take it, Chu Lan sighed in his throat, and said no more, and walked away directly on the sword. In the night, Tsing Yi was flying, but his body was still standing straight, like a long sword, straight into the sky.

Fu Lingpei looked at Chu Lankuo's back fixedly, and his heart was slightly astringent.

Whether in her previous life or in this life, she has lived up to her master's expectations. However, he was still willing to treat her as before, and never gave up on her. He knew that she would refuse, and he never asked her, and even looked for Danfang for her.

However, no one can make a choice for others, Fu Lingpei thought to himself, and neither can Shizun.

She descended the cliff in a gloomy way back to the cave.

Jiaojiao obediently stayed in the corner, uncharacteristically cultivating. Although he hadn't seen him for half a year, Fu Lingpei also felt that it was only for a moment, and when he looked at it again, Jiaojiao's spiritual power was full, and it had reached a bottleneck, maybe it would not take half a year to break through.

Fu Lingpei felt a little incredible.

Originally, what she expected to meet was a snow wolf who had not made any progress. Jiaojiao must have been practicing hard every day for half a year, so that she could practice qi so quickly.

Isn't it, what stimulated you?

Thinking of the eve of leaving, Jiaojiao is also abnormal. Fu Lingpei's curiosity, which had long been extinguished, was once again aroused. She thought that tomorrow, no matter what, she would have to dig Jiaojiao up and ask her to understand clearly.

Fu Lingpei entered the Sumeru realm first.

Sure enough, this spirit grass hadn't changed much from her last watering. In the special environment of the Sword Pond for half a year, it was impossible to water as usual, and the growth rate of this spirit grass was the same as the normal time.

The space inside was still very cramped, and she didn't want to stay long, so she came out after watering.

Fu Lingpei lay lazily on the bed. Jianchi has been staying up day and night for half a year, although the texture and skin have been boiled out, but the spirit is extremely tired. So she decided to take a big vacation tonight and rest for the night.

However, there is still one thing that remains unresolved. Fu Lingpei twitched his hand, planning to go through the jade slip first before sleeping. When his hand moved, he suddenly bumped into something, and Fu Lingpei fished it out strangely.

It's the bling storage bag.

The golden dragon pattern is very delicately embroidered, and the fabric is also added with shiny gold powder, which is very suitable for Lu Xuanche's aesthetics, which is very eye-catching. She stared at it for a while, feeling that her eyes were slightly astringent, and then she stuffed them back into place, so that she could not see them.

The land and wealth must be very generous. However, it is not advisable to eat people with soft mouths and short hands to avoid too much entanglement.

Fu Lingpei thought about Lu Xuanche and his person, but he also felt that the world was so big that there were no surprises, and it really couldn't be generalized.

She shook her head with a smile and solemnly took out the Danfang Jade Jane that her master had given her.

This jade slip is not the same as ordinary, a change of boxy standard jade slip, in the shape of a long ruler, the jade is smooth and shiny, and it is unusual at a glance. Fu Lingpei took a closer look and saw a half-moon-shaped mark in the lower right corner of the jade slip.

Isn't it?

Fu Lingpei suddenly thought of a record in the Xuandong Chronicle: Five hundred years ago, there was a half-moon Taoist who was unparalleled in the world in alchemy, and he was the only seventh-grade alchemist in the world, and there was no alchemist to compare with him after that. People in the world flock to it and offer all kinds of heavenly and earthly treasures, just to get him to make a move. Later, it is rumored that he was hurt by love and disappeared.

Impossible, right? Fu Lingpei tried his best to deny the speculation, and at the same time, he couldn't wait to stick it to his forehead, and his mind had tested it.

Not really.

Fu Lingpei smiled bitterly, but he didn't see much disappointment. Since childhood, he has been immersed in all kinds of cultivation legends, even if he is a human being in two lives, he will inevitably have a fluke mentality, and he will have extraordinary expectations when he obtains something unusual.

And the reason why a legend is a legend is because it is rare.

Although everyone has the right to dream. However, Fu Lingpei didn't have time, her crisis was imminent, whether it was the master's or the family's.

In the jade slip, he only briefly mentioned some of his own experiences, which was extremely vague, but it could also be inferred from that half-claw that this person was not a half-moon Dao person.

The age is not right.

The Jade Slip provides most of the Dan recipes from Qi training to Yuan Ying. It's just a rough and simple list, but on each Dan Fang, there are detailed annotations and perceptions, for Fu Lingpei, this is the real treasure, pointing a light to her still ignorant alchemy road, and taking many crooked paths.

What Fu Lingpei had before was just the most basic Dan recipe on the first floor of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and everyone could redeem huàn's big road goods. Only a rough list of herbal proportions, nothing else, all by groping.

However, the achievements of the alchemist are all piled up by countless spirit grasses, and the more failures in the process of exploration, the greater the cost.

Fu Lingpei was very grateful. In this era when alchemists cherish themselves, to get such a systematic Dan prescription, if it is not a coincidence, it is very expensive.

Chu Lankuo's own sword is still buckled and raised, if he sells this Dan Fang, he must have a lot more money on hand. However, with his dustless personality at the moment, he will only think of earning a little spirit stone to spend when he needs it, and naturally he can't think of selling it.

Fu Lingpei's heart was warm, holding Yu Jian, and fell asleep unconsciously.

The next day I woke up, and it was already late.

Fu Lingpei stretched, looked around, and found that Jiaojiao, who wanted to be caught, had already gone out of the house, and he didn't know where he had gone. She washed up a little, and before she could go away, she staggered out the door.

At the back cliff, Chu Lankuo was not there.

Fu Lingpei didn't care either, and went straight to the Huoli sword, and planned to continue to pick up the habit of fighting swords that had been missing for half a year, so as to test the results of the past six months.

Unexpectedly, today, she stood for a long time without anyone coming, and even the surrounding area was faintly empty.

Why is that?

She frowned in confusion, looking at the scene where the white clothes were still fluttering and the voices were boiling at the back cliff, as usual, why didn't anyone respond?

"I'm coming!" A clear voice suddenly remembered, only to see Jin Cancan turn around, the white shirt circled in a beautiful arc, holding a black lacquer broadsword, and jumped in front of her.

This was the first time Fu Lingpei had seen a golden sword, and unlike his soft appearance, this black lacquer broadsword was a heavy sword, about half the size of his face, and shoulder-length.

He stood in front of Fu Lingpei, proudly holding such a heavy sword, feeling majestic and high-spirited, obviously extremely excited to challenge Fu Lingpei.

"Sword up!" Seeing this, Fu Lingpei nodded respectfully and raised his flaming sword to the sky.

"Senior sister, junior sister!"

Just as Jin Cancan excitedly lifted his broadsword to have a long-awaited competition, he was interrupted by a green shirt skirt rushing out of the oblique stab.

The green shirt skirt went straight to Fu Lingpei.

Fu Lingpei couldn't help frowning, Lu Lishu was not such a disproportionate person, he had never interrupted her during her sword practice.

She put away her sword, looked at the person in front of her with a heavy gaze, stopped her movement to pounce forward again, and said stiffly, "What's wrong?" ”

Lu Lishu stopped her steps, a small face was red because of eagerness, a few strands of black hair jumped to her forehead, she reached out and stroked it, and then said, "Senior sister, what are you, what kind of clan sister ......"

"Fu Lingfei."

"Fu Lingfei, she-"

"What's wrong with her?" Fu Lingpei couldn't help but ask again.

Lu Lishu had an unspeakable look on her face.