Standing outside the window, looking at the quiet and peaceful appearance of the room, Guo Song Xingye's mind was disorganized, and his dark and deep black eyes became unfocused.

The night breeze blew through the scattered black hair on her sideburns, swaying and swaying in front of her godless black eyes, at this time, she was like being imprisoned, and she had been maintaining a movement since she came to the present.

Fusu, who was not far away, looked at the people standing in front of the window, flicked his sleeves, and left here, he was not interested in watching the plot of relatives recognizing each other.

Fusu left with an incredible look in his eyes, the identity and experience of this Guo Song Xingye are difficult to guess, he asked his father, and his father only said one word "Yuan", and he didn't understand, how can the identity be described in words?

A figure disappeared at the eaves, and Guo Song Xingye, who did not move, glanced at it slightly, and then turned to leave, no one knew how complicated her mood was at that time to make such a decision.

The breeze swept across her countenance, raising the corners of her clothes, and now she had removed her black clothes, and her figure was clearly seen in the dark night, her steps were heavy, her eyes were very firm, and the whirlpool that had been brewing for a long time in her black eyes seemed to sweep the things she used in.

Established things don't stay the same, and she's the unstable factor in them.

The next day, Guo Song Xingye got up late because of last night's night tour, and when she went to the restaurant for breakfast, she ran into an acquaintance when she went shopping as always.

On the folding fan stall in front, Fusu was admiring the landscape paintings on the fan surface, and finally picked out a pair of ink landscapes, and paid the money just like Guo Song walking on a starry night.

"I thought you wouldn't like cheap stuff at the stalls, it's still winter."

Looking at the folding fan held in Fusu's hand, Guo Song Xingye joked, after all, this is His Royal Highness of the underworld, and he has never seen any good objects.

Fu Su smiled slightly, and spread the folding fan on his waist, "Things are not expensive, as long as I want it, no matter how expensive or low, I will not let go easily." ”

Fusu's words had a deep meaning, and Guo Song Xingye didn't want to worry too much, so he replied, "What a coincidence, I'm like this too." ”

"How is Moqi Academy doing?"

Guo Song Xingye has been in seclusion for three or four days, and he doesn't know the situation outside, so he just happened to meet Fusu, so he learned about it.

Fu Su played with the folding fan in his hand, looked ahead lightly, and replied: "Everyone is stepping up their practice, and the formation and sword skills that will be assessed in a few days have nothing happened." ”

"I forgot about it!"

Guo Song Xingye stopped, bitter and hateful looking at the back of Fusu moving forward.

If she stays in seclusion for a long time, she will really become a fool, and she actually forgot about the assessment.

Fusu, who stopped and turned around, "You deserve it." ”

At this time, Guo Song Xingye completely lost the mind of shopping, followed Fusu, and asked bitterly: "When will we come out of seclusion?" ”

"Within today."

After hesitating for a while, Guo Song Xingye's tangled hands, not letting go of his cuffs, looked up at Fusu's side face, because of the sunshine, he could see Fusu's outline more clearly, it was simply a son carved out of white jade.

That temperament, that looks, that figure, it's simple.

"What are you doing?"

Unaware that Fusu would turn his head, Guo Song Xingye withdrew his gaze and put on a pitiful look, "Why don't we go shopping and do something meaningful?" ”

"What's the matter?"

At this time, Fusu's eyes and the smudge of the sun are even more charming and gentle.

Guo Song Xingye's eyes turned around, and he said as a matter of course: "Be my sparring partner." ”

Looking at Fusu's dual model, he flashed with a strange look, as if to say, "This is your honor".

Fusu closed the folding fan neatly, attracting the admiring eyes of the little girls next to him, and said leisurely with a slight smile in his eyes: "Why do I want to do thankless work?" ”

"Because ......" A flash of inspiration, Guo Song Xingye raised his head and raised a mischievous smile, "I can also be your sparring partner, how good, pick up a sparring partner for nothing, and I can also accompany you to talk and relieve boredom,." ”

Guo Song Xingye's current words are simply shameless to the extreme, and he still looks like "you pick up a big bargain" to Fusu.

"I'll find a better reason in the future." Fusu thought that Guo Song Xingye still had some bold words, but he was slightly disappointed, but he didn't expect her to play a scoundrel to him.

Fusu, who was originally walking on the street, suddenly turned, and Guo Song Xingye trotted up to follow and asked, "Why did you turn?" ”

"Do you want to practice on the street?"

Guo Song Xingye smiled, "You agreed." ”

Fu Su walked ahead, and he had long expected that Guo Song Xingye would have this reaction, and said: "You are now the prince of the underworld, and your words and deeds represent the underworld, but you can't be at the bottom of the assessment." ”

"Oh."

He also thought that Fu Su had nothing to do, so he agreed to her request, after all, with his spiritual power and qualifications, he shouldn't care much about this assessment.

Coming to a chaotic construction of a bamboo raft with no one and a building that would fall into the water if it was unstable, Guo Song Xingye could see at a glance that this should be a place for hidden practice, and Fusu easily found this place.

Fusu picked up two short bamboos from under his feet, took one for himself, and the other was also caught by Guo Song Xingye steadily, and immediately flew up and stepped on the chaotic bamboo construction.

"Come up."

Guo Song Xingye did not hesitate, flew up, and Fusu opposed, a green bamboo clenched in his hand, made a sword with bamboo, and lined up with his shoulders, his aura became serious, and he looked seriously at Fusu who was holding bamboo elegantly on the opposite side.

"Very good, very imposing."

At this moment, Fusu is a bit like an elegant teacher, although he is holding a bamboo joint, his temperament has not changed.

The white shirt worn by Guo Song Xingye is simple, not like Fusu's Zong-colored robe, complicated and cumbersome, without any words, the fast figure immediately attacked Fusu, the movements were clean and neat, and the sword was as stable as Mount Tai, but the underground bamboo construction left too many gaps, and sometimes Guo Song Xingye would accidentally slip his feet.

As His Royal Highness of the Underworld, he has trained a lot in swordsmanship since he was a child, and he is even more familiar with the rugged and uneven training grounds.

When Guo Song Xingye was almost familiar with the venue, every step was very steady, Fusu finally made a move, not on the defensive, slender and white palms, holding the cyan bamboo, making elegant moves, as if he was dancing with a leisurely sword, but the moves were hidden edges.

Guo Song Xingye, who is now fighting against Fusu, found out that in the last ghost mission, she blocked Fusu's attack on Xinxin, and Fusu was extraordinarily retracted, and now she is trying against Fusu, and Guo Song Xingye was defeated not long after.

She was obviously tired and gasping, sweating profusely, Fusu didn't sweat a drop, not like a person who had experienced the competition, this kind of comparison, Guo Song Xingye really wanted to curse him.

"Why don't you know you're tired?" Guo Song Xingye bent over and gasped, helplessly looking at Fusu with a pale face.

"The level of training I used to make was much harder than that."