Fu Yu looked resolute and did not hesitate at all.

Han Feng persuaded two more words, and when he saw that he was not wavering, he stopped persuading, and instead took out a piece of jade talisman and handed it out, "Yu'er, even if you can't become a master and apprentice, I will treat you as my own junior, no matter what, if you need help, you can find me at any time." As long as I crush this jade talisman, I can feel it. ”

"Thank you, Uncle Shi." Fu Yu took the jade talisman with both hands and put it away properly.

Han Feng said again: "I will stay in Tianshu City for a few days, if there is anything to do, you can come to the Qingyun Sect Courtyard to find me." Before going out, he finally explained, "If you suffer any grievances in the Sword Pavilion, just tell Uncle Shi, Uncle Shi will be angry for you!" ”

Fu Yu's heart warmed, and he hugged his hands and bowed.

Han Feng helped him up, "Okay, don't thank you again, we don't have to be so polite between our uncles and nephews." ”

As he spoke, he stuffed something into Fu Yu's hand, "This is Uncle Shi's meeting gift to you, you take it, Uncle Shi will go back, you don't have to send it out!" ”

With that, the figure flashed, and disappeared into the courtyard along the open door of the hall.

Fu Yu looked down at the thing in his hand, it was a bronze mirror the size of a palm engraved with auspicious cloud patterns.

Fu Qingyu's eyes also fell on the bronze mirror, only to feel a little familiar, after noticing a broken line on the side of the mirror, she suddenly remembered that this was something she had used a long time ago, and she accidentally drew a crack and threw it away.

In his memory, he was just a thing that was not at the level of a magic weapon, but now it had been transformed into a defensive magic weapon with a flashing light, Fu Qingyu sensed it with his divine sense, and judged: "It can withstand the attack of the cultivators of the Yuan Infant Realm, and it is difficult for ordinary monks in the refining and refining qi and refining qi and transforming gods to break through its defenses." ”

At least it's also a five-grade magic weapon.

Refining an ordinary bronze mirror into what it is now, I am afraid that it has been smelted and forged thousands of times. By spending time and effort on this mirror, it can be seen that Han Feng's heart is ......

Fu Qingyu sighed in her heart, the Han family and the Fu family have been friends for generations, and Han Feng often followed her when she was young. Unexpectedly, the young man who called himself "Sister Fu" had such a mind in his heart.

Han Feng found Yu'er, afraid that he would find out about Yu'er's situation in the Sword Pavilion. The past has become a cloud of smoke, she has been dead for fifteen years, and at this time, Han Feng can still deliberately find it, give a generous gift, and say such a willingness to support Yu'er, which shows that she is indeed a little sincere.

"Yu'er, you refine this bronze mirror and take it with you. Next time we meet, I'll thank you, Uncle Han Shi. Fu Qingyu said.

Fu Yu looked down at the bronze mirror in his hand, then looked up at his mother's face, and suddenly realized.

It turns out that Uncle Han Shi's mother is in love with his mother!

He couldn't help but compare Uncle Han Shi with each other in his heart, Uncle Han Shi's appearance was not as good as his father, and his cultivation was slightly inferior, but his temperament was gentle and considerate, far better than his father who had a straight face.

It was really embarrassing for his son to discover his admirer.

Fu Qingyu hurriedly changed the topic and asked about Fu Yu and Pei Jingzhi's return to the Sword Pavilion Courtyard. Han Feng came suddenly, and she didn't have time to ask.

"Your father, he's already guessed, right?"

My mother knew my father. Fu Yu nodded, "He guessed it was you, but I didn't admit it." ”

Fu Yu paused, and said with some doubts: "Mother, why don't you want to recognize him?" ”

Fu Qingyu couldn't explain the things in the novel to her son, so she only said: "I am not only separated from your father for these fifteen years. The dust has passed, and now the dust is back to the dust, there is no need to continue the front, he has his fate, and I also have the way to go in the future. ”

Fu Yu didn't seem to understand, but no matter what, he chose to stand on his mother's side.

"Mother, no matter what, I support your decision."

…

The upcoming Tianshu auction is extraordinarily grand, in addition to the last big auction for high-ranking monks to participate, there are several smaller ones in front of it, which will be held one after another in these two days.

Many monks who came for the auction arrived one after another in the past few days, and the city was crowded with people.

The inn sent some brochures for small auctions.

After Fu Qingyu flipped through them one by one, she pointed to one of the volumes, "Your spirit beast bag has been dropped, let's go to this small auction tonight." ”

There are only more than 60 lots in this auction, most of which are not of high grade, and most of the monks attracted are in the refining and refining gas stage. But there are also a few items of great value, which are from some disciples of the Great Gate Sect.

There are many familiar faces among them, all of whom have just come out of the Tianshu Secret Realm during the day.

As soon as Fu Qingyu and Fu Yu walked to the door, they met the three of them from Chiyunmen.

Cao Songcheng greeted warmly: "Fu Daoyou, Yu Daoyou, meet again!" ”

received the number row of seats, and the seats of the three of them were just one row in front of Fu Qingyu and Fu Yu.

Taking advantage of the fact that the auction had not officially opened, Cao Songcheng turned his head and lowered his voice, and said happily: "When I was queuing in front of the Pei family Lingzhou today, I saw Yu Daoyou selling a Xiaohua plant, and our senior brother had good luck, so we picked two plants on the last day. "If it weren't for a huge sum of money, they wouldn't have been willing to come to the auction house.

The venue was filled one after another, and the 500 seats were soon filled to nearly ninety percent.

The seats surrounded the auction table on three sides, and Fu Qingyu's position was just on the left side of the platform, and the row in front of them was sitting several disciples of the Cloud Sword Pavilion.

The few people who were sad about Fu Yu before were all among them.

Unlike the previous sneers as soon as they met, this time when they saw Fu Yu, they didn't dare to provoke at all, and only exposed the resentment in their eyes when they glanced over by chance.

Seeing Fu Yu slap away a spirit beast bag with 30,000 spirit stones, the indignation in their eyes seemed to add a little more.

But after seeing Fu Yu's current cultivation, this injustice had to be hidden in his heart.

Xiu Wei was promoted from the Xuanzhao Realm to the Fusion Realm in one fell swoop, and the Sword Venerable personally greeted him outside the secret realm, and I also knew that Fu Yu was now valued by the Qianyang Sword Venerable, and he became the most "noble" existence among them.

"But he will be reincarnated, if he doesn't have the help of Sword Venerable, he won't even be able to break through the Light Realm."

"Hey, the Sword Venerable can't pay attention to him for a few days, don't forget that the Venerables are going to enter the Middle Spirit Realm to practice. Sword Venerable Eight Achievements was before leaving, remembering him. Let's recognize him for a few more days, and then we'll see who else will care about him......"

The small auction venue is not large.

The monk had a keen sense, and Fu Yu couldn't hear the divine consciousness transmission of those people, but he could detect the gaze they swept from time to time.

The habits he had developed over the years had made his body tense, and he subconsciously wanted to bow his head to avoid those unfriendly glances.

Fu Qingyu's hand gently fell on his back at this time, "Yu'er, be confident." ”

His mother's soft but encouraging words seemed to inject strength into his thin body.

Fu Yu did not want to disappoint his mother, nor did he want to let himself live up to his mother's teachings. For a moment, his back straightened, and he met those gazes, looking back calmly.

No more flinching, no more fear.