'Well, oracle, that's amazing, and the castle lord should be in awe. After Ulu finished speaking, he looked around as if he was a thief, pursed his lips and continued, "You know these things too early and useless, in short, you are already like this now, and you will not be picky about anything, don't pretend from tomorrow, start practicing diligently, don't drag the young lady back in the forbidden place, now almost everyone in Wupeng Fort knows that you are my disciple, you are so ashamed of me!"

When Sun Eryi heard this, his eyes lit up, and he hurriedly got up and knelt on the bed and said, 'Master is above, please accept the apprentice's worship!'

'Hahahaha, you thief boy, no wonder Miss is so fond of you, you are so excited, good, very good, I didn't look away, it is to my taste. Uru laughed happily and looked at the person in front of him with satisfaction, acknowledging this apprentice.

After the two talked for a while, Ulu felt sleepy and went into the house to rest, while Sun Er looked at the sky, and he came to a corner of the courtyard and patiently looked at the qi suspension gong.....

Early the next morning, Ulu rubbed his eyes in surprise when he opened the door and came out, his messy house inside and outside were cleaned by Sun Er, and everything was placed neatly, and Sun Er prepared breakfast early, and he was practicing basic skills in the courtyard, at this time he was sweating profusely, but he was very serious.

Ulu looked at Sun Er, who was practicing seriously, and didn't bother him, sitting at the table, looking at the food in front of him, and eating happily.

Cuicheng, the capital of southern Xinjiang.

Zhang Yuan and Fusheng have been here for a few days, and under the auspices of the sect leader Min Hong, Fusheng blessed the whole country, and the king ordered a national carnival for three days to celebrate the return of the saint and bless the whole country.

Fusheng was worshiped every day, and he felt that the people of this place looked at him as if they were looking at a god.

'How is it, how does it feel to be worshipped as a god by the people of a whole country?' Zhang Yuan sat on the bed next to him, asking the tired Fusheng.

"It turns out that my name is Futu Sheng, not any Fusheng, my Futu family, born with only one person, the birth of the next generation is the decline of the previous generation, the eternal law, my mother ......" Fusheng looked at the roof blankly, and said sadly.

Zhang Yuan heard the helplessness and sorrow of Fusheng, and he already knew the origin of Fusheng and the fate of her mother, that is, Fusheng will be the same in the future, the Futu clan seems to be cursed, only one person can survive in the generation, and only one girl will be born no matter what. The people of the previous generation can only survive until they are cultivated to be independent, and then they will disappear inexplicably, but Futu is the oldest surname in southern Xinjiang, which has continued to this day.

'So, what are you going to do now, what are you going to do, and where are you going next?' Zhang Yuan didn't know how to comfort Fusheng for a while, so he could only find a reason to talk to Fusheng.

'I don't know, but since I came here, I have been dreaming of a voice every night, telling me to go to Wanzhong Mountain, to find the Futu Temple, saying that there is something I need, and that I must go, as soon as possible!' Fusheng sat up from the supine position, there seemed to be light in his eyes, and said slowly, "I miss my mother, maybe I will never see her again in my life, I can understand my mother's mood at that time." ’

"Your mother may have something important, disappearing does not mean that she is gone, as long as you cultivate enough, turn this place upside down, I will accompany you to find your mother!" Zhang Yuan looked at the floating life in front of him, the saint of southern Xinjiang who was so powerful in front of others was extremely sacred, blessed the people, at this time she was like a child who could not find her mother, so lonely, helpless, Lost, Zhang Yuan couldn't help but feel that he was not the same as her, how his parents didn't know now, he didn't have to worry about food and clothing here, and there were still people who came and went, and he couldn't help but feel a silence in his heart.

"Are you homesick and your parents?" Fusheng walked to the window at some point, turned his back to Sun Er and asked.

'Well, you and I are not the same people, and now we are reduced to this, and we have no choice but to rely on ourselves, and when we are so powerful that no one can control us, we can come and go as we please. Zhang Yuan sighed.

'Yes, if we can be as powerful as them, how can we still be threatened by others!' You accompany me to set off tomorrow to Wanzhong Mountain to see where I must go, and after we find the Futu Palace, we will concentrate on cultivation and will not be threatened by others!' Fusheng turned around and looked at Zhang Yuan with a firm gaze.

"Okay! We will leave tomorrow, just not to let you go back to the secret land of the Eight Clans, because the Eight Clans have not gathered for so many years, and there will be a meeting of the Eight Clans. Zhang Yuan remembered what the sect leader Min Hong had come to report a few days ago, and recalled.

Well, just use this as an excuse, otherwise it's like being locked up here every day, and people will follow you everywhere, and you will be very uncomfortable. Ukisheng agreed.

The two of them made their own plans and itineraries, and then each concentrated on practicing their own exercises, and Zhang Yuan, under the teaching of Fusheng, finally broke through the sixth layer of swordsmanship, and was still two layers away from the second realm!

On the second day, as usual, Fusheng came to the main hall of the Divine Cult surrounded by a group of people, and led the sect leader and a group of people to bow and worship.

And the god that Min Yue Sect believes in is a five-headed and three-handed god, the five heads are different shapes and colors, and the three hands surround the whole body, which is extremely hideous. This made Zhang Yuan, who first heard the name and remembered what their god would look like, he originally thought that this Min Yue Sect believed in the god of the moon, but this statue could not be fused with the word Min Yue no matter what, which made Zhang Yuan and Fusheng wonder for several days, but because this is the highest god of this sect, the two have been holding back their curiosity and did not dare to ask, after doing the morning prayer that day, Fusheng and the sect leader Min Hong said.

"Sect Master Min, it's been some time since I came to the Sect Leader, I plan to leave today and go to the land of the Eight Clans, the Eight Clans haven't been together for so many years, and now that I'm back, it's time to meet with the Eight Clans. Fusheng looked at Min Hong, who was respectful in front of him, and said.

What the Holy Maiden said was that now that the blessing has been completed, the capital is stable, and the people are prosperous, it is also the eight tribes who have met to let the people know that our eight tribes are still protecting their people and making them feel safe. Min Hong is about sixty years old, gray hair and beard, kind eyebrows and kind eyes, has been worshipping the gods in the main hall of the church all day long, praying for the blessing of southern Xinjiang, wearing a red robe, the red robe is embroidered with a round of crescent moon with gold wire, the word Min Yue can be faintly seen on the chest, and he replied with a respectful face.

"Then I won't participate in today's morning class, you can arrange it yourself, Elder Huang Yuan will help me arrange my outfits, this trip should not be publicized, I will leave for return after I go to talk with the eight tribes, and let the soldiers and civilians of the states feel at ease." After giving a few orders, Fu Sheng walked away, not even looking back at them, and several people at the top of the church looked at Sect Master Min Hong again.

"Have you forgotten the canon without a saint for hundreds of years, the saint is the messenger of God, and my Min Yue Sect has always adhered to the holy woman to convey the will of God, just act according to the will of God, there is not so much to ask. Min Hong calmly instructed the Dharma Protector Elders, and then turned around and walked into the main hall.

'Huang Yuan, then you go and prepare, I think, this time you will be accompanied by Cheng Qing, after all, you rarely show up, the holy woman should not disturb the soldiers and civilians along the road, a few of us often go in and out, and we have long been well remembered, only you rarely go out, and there are very few people who know you, bring the holy protection, foolproof. A man in a red robe, with a crescent moon embroidered on his back, faintly saw the word Min Yue on his chest, and a red cloth strip on his left hand commanded.

If Zhang Yuan was present at this time, he would see that this person's clothes were the same as Orange Hai, one level higher than Huang Yuan, but even Orange Sea would be in awe when this person spoke, and no one present did not listen to his instructions.

After a few people made up their minds, after the people who ordered everyone to leave, they dispersed, and Huang Yuan went to the backyard of the church to arrange things for Fusheng to leave.

Squeak, the door opened. Zhang Yuan, who was settled, slowly opened his eyes, and was very happy to see the floating life who entered the house, and after thinking about it, he said, "What, they agreed, so you are happy to come and ask me for credit?"

'Hmph, I knew that I deliberately stabbed it, you man. Fusheng said helplessly.

'Hehe, you and I know each other, and the other party will guess what he wants, and he can't hide it. Zhang Yuan also felt that he was a little intrigued, and changed the subject and said, "Who is with us this time, and when will we leave?"

I commanded to hurry, to set off when they were ready, and they sent men to prepare, and I came back to inform you, to pack up your things, and as soon as they were ready, we set off. Fusheng replied.

'I don't have anything to pack, just bring a few clothes with you.' Zhang Yuan turned around and looked behind him and said.

'Well, I don't have anything to bring, let them prepare the rest of the necessities, you can rest for a while, and we're ready to go.' Fusheng said with some expectation, "Ten Thousand Mountains, the Land of the Eight Clans, the Futu Palace, I want to see where something is calling me!"

'Holy Maiden, everything is ready to go. A familiar voice suddenly came from outside the door.

"Okay, Elder Huang has worked hard, you tell them to wait for me at the door, and I will come." Fusheng replied.

Outside the house was Huang Yuan, who picked up the two of them from Lu Xun, and after Huang Yuan was ready, he went to the door to report to him, and was sent away by Fusheng, and after replying, he retreated.

"Let's go, we can finally go outside and have a look, I'm going crazy here, here every day in addition to praying for blessings is praying for blessings, their cultivation is so high, how exactly do they cultivate, I'm very skeptical now." Fusheng said with a look of surprise.

'I think in the future, you, the holy woman, will definitely know, for now, your status is above the sect master, there is nothing you can't know, including the god of Min Yue, what is it, why is it so impressive, I look at it once and feel that the idol can kill me completely, it is terrible. Zhang Yuan seemed to remember something, and said with a frightened face.

The statue was so breathtaking, I felt the same way, I felt that I could be killed with my hand, and I didn't dare to look at it twice. 'Fusheng also agreed.

The two walked out of the house together as they spoke, and came to the center of the courtyard.

I saw a carriage parked at the gate at this time, a middle-aged woman was in front of everyone, the carriage was surrounded by seven people, they were all expressionless, and after seeing the floating life, the middle-aged woman led everyone to say in unison, "Meet the holy woman." ’

'How could it be her?' Fusheng and Zhang Yuan muttered with laughter, "We're in trouble along the way." ’