"Boom-"

The deafening sound shook the earth.

The moment the blood-colored gate closed, the black clouds in the sky vanished.

The submerged spirit gradually faded and disappeared into the night.

Rune clouds fall uncontrollably from the sky.

Gu Yanting quickly rescued his friend.

He looked at his friend who had turned into snow-white silver hair, and he was about to scold two words with a stinky face, but what came out of his mouth was:

"You have a good rest, I'll help you deal with the affairs of Ziwei Pavilion."

Of course, the so-called treatment is only about maintaining stability.

Gu Yanting's rash interference in the management of Ziwei Pavilion would definitely cause a danger that would be difficult to contain.

The Yunshui Sword Sect can be regarded as a famous sect in the immortal cultivation world.

Although Gu Yanting did not have any illusions about the three-third of an acre of land in Qingzhou.

But people's hearts are fickle and suspicious, and he will never leave any handles, harming himself and Fu Yun.

"Thank you."

Fu Yun has a lot of things in his heart.

For example, why did Wen Yi disguise himself to enter Qingzhou.

Why did Wen Yi get close to Fu Yu?

Why did Wen Yi's temperament change drastically?

For example, Ziwei Pavilion sacrificed too much vitality in the sealing ceremony, how to gain a foothold in the immortal cultivation world in the future?

Fortunately, after hearing his plan, General Shenshui left a special mark on the Book of Seals, and only Fu Yun could summon the Black Armor Army in the Divine War Ruins to fight for him.

Because he knew that Fu Yun would drain his whole body ability.

At that time, if someone in Ziwei Pavilion wants to take the opportunity to usurp the throne, this is Fu Yun's hole card and confidence.

In the end, Fu Yun couldn't say a word, and he fell into a deep sleep.

......

When Fu Yu woke up, a month had passed since Ziwei Pavilion sealed the Divine War Ruins.

He looked blankly at the familiar roof, and suddenly saw a familiar figure, and hurriedly asked:

"Senior brother, are we back yet? What about thermometers? ”

His memory was of the moment when he and Wen Yi both fell into the dark Styx, washed away by the rushing river.

Soon Fu Yu realized that something was wrong.

The senior brother's hair was full of silver hair at some point, and the whole person was very weak, as if he had aged a lot overnight.

"Senior brother, what's the matter with your hair? And ......" Fu Yu paused: "What about your cultivation?"

Why can't I sense my senior brother's cultivation?

Desperate for an answer, Fu Yu struggled to sit up.

He looked nervously at the silver-haired senior brother, and a bad premonition rose in his heart.

Fu Yun said in a deep voice: "Ziwei Pavilion and I have scattered our spiritual power up and down, sealed the relics of the Divine War, and kept the peace of the people of Qingzhou for a hundred years. ”

He didn't exaggerate the sacrifice of his seal.

It also doesn't say how difficult the sealing process is.

Just an understatement of the facts.

It was as if what he had lost was not the cultivation of the Yuan Infant Realm, but an insignificant spiritual power.

Fu Yu felt remorse in his heart when he heard what happened in Ziwei Pavilion after he fell unconscious.

If you are careful, you will definitely be able to contribute to the sealing of the relics of the divine war.

Then the senior brother will not scatter his cultivation, and he will have to start from scratch.

"I'm sorry....." Fu Yu's eyes were red and the corners of his eyes were moist, and he lowered his head humbly,

"I shouldn't have disobeyed you, and I took Fanfan into the ruins for you to find, and I almost delayed your big event."

"It's all gone." Fu Yun looked at the junior brother who was in shape, and knew that he had suffered in the relics of the Divine War:

"Some experiences and growth are necessary, but fortunately, most of the disciples of Ziwei Pavilion have just lost their cultivation and can start all over again."

His words were very relaxed, but those who practiced knew how much pain and how many hardships and obstacles they had to go through from the time they had the qi to the time they were promoted to the Yuan Infant Realm step by step, and they needed special opportunities.

All these things add up to create a Yuan Infant Realm cultivator.

Fu Yun sacrificed not only his health, but also his own future, as well as facing unknown dangers.

"I'm sorry." Fu Yu choked up and said, "It's me who is too willful, senior brother I'm sorry." ”

Looking at the guilty little junior brother, Fu Yun didn't say more, but left him more time to digest, so that he could slowly adapt to Wen Yi, adapt to his current self, and adapt to the current situation of Ziwei Pavilion.

"You were brought out by Wen Yi from the relics of the Divine War." Fu Yun waited outside for a long time and slowly pushed the door in, "Did she tell you that she was from the Ethereal Illusion Mansion?" ”

"Having said that, Wen Yi didn't hide it, senior brother, I like him, and she left before I had time to confess my heart." Fu Yu felt bad in his heart: "Senior brother, I want to leave Qingzhou, can I go to find her?" ”

Fu Yun looked at him fixedly: "No." ”

He did not forbid the loss of land to seek his own marriage.

It's Wen Yi's identity, status, and strength there.

Judging from the performance in the relics of the Divine War, Wen Yi has no affection for his junior brother and sister, and only regards his junior brother as a friend, and he is not even a confidant of Lan Yan.

The junior brother dared to go to her, and he would only be secretly sad.

It is better to have a short pain than a long one.

"Why?" Fu Yuyu didn't understand: "I just want to show her my heart, and I didn't expect Wen Yi to respond to me." ”

He just wants to pursue the girl he likes.

Even if the other party's appearance is mediocre, his cultivation is nothing more than that, and he has no family background.

What he likes is Wen Yi, and it has nothing to do with her appearance, cultivation, and family background.

Even if Wen Yi is a loose cultivator with no sect, no sect and no power, Fu Yu's liking is so innocent and sincere.

"She won't promise you." Thinking of the disfigured thermometer, Fu Yun's mood was also very complicated:

"Senior brother can tell you for sure.

Wen Yi has no illusions about any relationship between men and women now.

All she did was for that bet. ”

A bet with Ling Yu Jun Jiang Huaiyu.

"Bet, what bet?"

Fu Yun: "A three-year appointment with Jiang Huaiyu." ”

Hearing the three-year covenant, Fu Yu was stunned for a moment, and then his face changed greatly:

"I have to think that I have seen the portrait of the district elder, she looks ten million times better than Wen Yi, it is absolutely impossible for her."

"What's impossible?" A sneering voice came from outside the door, and the person who came was Gu Yanting, who was dressed in the robe of the Yunshui Sword Sect, "She also deceived an innocent idiot like you who has no emotional experience." ”

Gu Yanyun looked down condescendingly at Fu Yu, and undisguised his dissatisfaction with him.

I don't know what this kid did to make people like Wen Yi who are arrogant do their best to bring him out of the dangerous relics of the divine war.

"But their looks are completely different." Fu Yu was in a hurry.

If this thermometer is another thermometer, then their status is indeed completely different.

What's more, Wen Yi, Senior Brother and Gu Yanting all had an unknown past, and Fu Yu felt that his heart was broken.