I didn't expect him to say this, Fu Yunge was stunned. But he was fine now, so he slowly walked down the tower with Poinsettia Plum.

Walking down the tower, you can see a team of Zhaofeng Mingyi's troops rushing towards the tower with bags of dried herbs.

Fu Yunge smiled. This is the smoke prescription that he gave to the city lord when he first came, and Bai Wujian and Tu Yu determined. Unexpectedly, they were quite fast, and the materials were ready in a short time.

Glancing at the Heavy Sparrow Tower towering into the blood mist, Fu Yunge felt comfortable.

Soon, the tower will be stripped of the blood mist and restored to its original appearance in the world.

And in the future, he also believed that the entire Nether Heaven would also return to its original appearance.

Poinsettia Plum walked ahead, and they avoided the streets. At this moment, there are a lot of voices on the streets, all of them are people with golden halberds that have been settled.

The voice in my ears gradually fell silent. The loneliness of the autumn wind is very real when stepping on the yellow dead grass next to the aisle.

It's been some time since autumn. Not only at night, but also during the day, it was a little chilly.

There is the sound of migratory birds flying in the sky, but you can't see their appearance. Beyond the cascading blood mist, it may be a clear sky with a crisp autumn sky, or it may be a variety of flowing clouds, all of which are beautiful.

Fu Yunge tilted his head and couldn't help but want to laugh a little.

Even last year, such a sky was a common sight. But today, I feel that I cherish it.

Suddenly, Poinsettia Plum stopped in front of her.

Fu Yunge almost bumped into it, and hurriedly stopped. In front of them was the inner wall of Zhaofeng Mingyi, and they walked to the edge.

"The scenery is beautiful in all four seasons." Poinsettia Plum's voice was flat, "Although the Nether Heaven is the lowest, it also has its own unique beauty, which is beyond the reach of Sheng Ping and Fang Tian. ”

Fu Yunge heard Master suddenly say this kind of thing, and he didn't know how to answer, so he had to nod his head in agreement.

"Heaven and earth raise people, how can they repay the sky." Poinsettia sighed, "Quelling disasters and protecting living beings is not out of nobility, but out of shame and morality." ”

"Master, I remember." Fu Yunge lowered his head and said.

Poinsettia Mei turned her head and smiled a little kindly: "This is the experience of being a teacher during this time." Share with you, you and I may wish to encourage each other. ”

"Master, where have you been all this time?" Fu Yunge couldn't help but be curious.

"I'm not going anywhere...... Now it is also the beginning of recovery from serious injuries. "Poinsettia Plum is very plain. He told Fu Yunge about the fierce battle that night very simply, and all the plots passed by.

"Master, you actually have a ...... with that ghost howling abyss" Fu Yunge still couldn't help but be surprised, even though the story was very brief.

Poinsettia Mei shook her head and smiled: "The matter is over." Since then, I have been seriously injured and experienced some ups and downs. ”

He did not exhaust the pain of the time. But how easy is the truth? At that time, he was traumatized physically and mentally, and the double pain kept him awake at night.

The so-called revenge for injustice, how could he, who heard the truth at that time, not be shocked and sad. The thousand-year-old obsession was shattered overnight, and he even doubted himself, can he really represent the right path?

After Yue Tianhan recovered fifty percent of his body, he left to leave. During this period, Yue Shenchen and the two took care of him wholeheartedly, but his heart was still like dead wood, and his face was withered, like a living corpse.

The road to the heart is paved with the blood of his wife. Every time he wavered, he felt a pang of colic, and the last glance that appeared in front of him made him extremely sad.

In addition to the physical trauma, overcoming this regret is the real reason why he turned white overnight.

His pain and choices are thorny paths that come out of his heart. And when he finally chose to redeem himself, it was also when Yue Tianhan returned with the former vessel of his dusty former residence, [Han Kite Plum Trace].

Since then, he has been back on his feet. As if sharpening his bones, he regained the reason for holding the sword, and also held it again, pointing directly at the blade of his own sword.

"This sword is called the Plum Trace of the Cold Kite." He saw Fu Yunge curiously peeking at the weapon on his back, untied it and handed it to Fu Yunge to see, "It's the weapon I used in the past." It was originally sealed with my deceased wife, but it has gone through 800 years, and it is still needed in this world. ”

Mingfeng is not old, and the sword is still frosty like water. Fu Yunge couldn't help nodding and returned the sword to Poinsettia Mei.

"Master...... Congratulations. Fu Yunge didn't know what to say, and suddenly such a sentence unconsciously popped out of his mouth.

He knew that Master was not perfect either. Ever since he learned about Master's past, he has understood that Master is also an ordinary chivalrous man, and there will be regrets and pains.

But isn't that more true?

Poinsettia Mei looked at Fu Yunge's eyes, and there was the emotion of a teacher and a friend in her eyes.

If it weren't for this apprentice, he might have a lot of things, and he wouldn't be as relieved and enlightened as he is today.

"Boy, I won't leave in a hurry for this meeting. I think...... Since you call Master, you have to really teach you something. ”

There was a clear light in his eyes, and Fu Yunge's heart jumped.

After a while, the two went straight out of the city, taking advantage of the autumn yellow in the wild, and the poinsettia plum wanted to intensify the final training for Fu Yunge.

"Master, what can you learn in such a short time?" Fu Yunge was puzzled.

Poinsettia Mei had been looking at him from just now, and at the same time released an imperceptible coercion, feeling the changes in the meridians of Fu Yunge's body.

Walking in front of a tree full of golden leaves, the poinsettia plum slowly stopped with broken leaves.

He stretched out his hand and pointed to the trunk of the tree in front of him, and said to Fu Yunge, "Come, use all your strength to cut it off." ”

Fu Yunge froze. Looking at the thick tree trunks in front of you, even if you want people to hug you, you have to look like four or five people. It's not easy to cut it with a sword.

But he hesitated, but decisively drew his sword.

The so-called "full strength", after he took Suzaku Tai Sui, this word was not very clear to even himself. However, he was still full of Qi Hai Zhenyuan, gathered his palms, and his eyes were cold.

With a little accumulation, Fu Yunge almost felt the overflowing feeling of the meridians in his arms. At this moment, he saw the giant tree in front of him, and Rin Rin swung his sword and slashed at it.

At the same time, Poinsettia Plum watched carefully from the side.

When he saw Fu Yunge draw his sword, his eyes immediately narrowed. He saw a burst of mist surging up on the end of the Fuyun Song Sword!

Noticing this phenomenon, his face was solemn. At the same time, a really loud slashing sound came, and I saw the branches above my head tilt together.

"Whoosh" fell a rain of golden dead leaves, and the scattered fallen leaves were like startled butterflies.

Eventually, a neat crack broke around the tree, and the whole tree fell heavily to one side, crushing many half-withered weeds underneath.