Quick wear: the villain's father's fine cub

Chapter 29
500 years later.

Tianyizong, Jinxiu Mountain.

On a big tree with luxuriant foliage, there was a woman lying on a branch and sleeping.

Slender figure, light green clothes, right foot hanging down, casual posture.

Skylight and cloud shadows fell from the gaps in the big trees, and a thick leaf covered his face.

"Floating dust. Floating dust." Someone called, the voice was magnetic.If a woman hears it, she can't help but blush.

"En." Fu Chen squeaked, and the muffled voice came from under the leaves, sleepy and lazy.

"Eldest brother is about to leave the customs. Have you finished your homework?" The voice whispered softly, and the lingering sound at the end of the sentence couldn't hide the desire to watch the excitement.

Fuchen stood up and asked, "When?"

The second senior brother Fengsao put on his pretentious phoenix-tailed feather fan, smiled and said, "Soon. Oops." Pretentiously counting, "Not three days." The feather fan pointed at the floating dust, "I'll watch you There is a plague of blood and light."

"I'll go." The young woman leaped off the tree, her light yellow gauze skirt fluttering like flowers blown by the wind.

Fu Chen strode like flying, ran to the transformation formation on the top of the mountain, entered Qingyun Peak, flew to the wing room on the top of the mountain, landed in a hurry, staggered twice, and kicked on the threshold.Turning around and turning into the house, he took out the dusty book on the table, glanced at ten lines, murmured, and quickly recited.

The second senior brother Youyou fanned his fan and came over, leaning against the window, laughing and teasing, "Grind your gun in front of the battle, even if you are unhappy. It's good."

Fu Chen was too lazy to listen to the second senior brother, and stared fixedly at the textbook, trying to stick to it, paragraph after paragraph of text wandered around in his mind, and there was no capacity left.

However, my heart was burning with urgency, and I wished I could stuff it more.

Can't help but complain: Why didn't I watch it before?It's not as painful now.I must finish my homework in the future.

The eyes have ten lines at a glance, and the brain remembers one line with ten eyes.

This recitation lasted all afternoon and was still recited at night.

The second brother sat at the stone table in the courtyard, eating and drinking, accompanied by the moon and the breeze, reciting and composing music.

Fairy Caixia entered the courtyard in a colorful dress, "Junior Sister, it's time to eat." Her voice was soft and delicate, like the sound of nature.

The fluttering colorful clothes only set off the delicate flowers.

"Senior Sister." Hearing the sound, Fuchen immediately turned over the window and cried, "I'm going to die."

Fairy Caixia's voice immediately gained strength, and she waved her arms, "What's wrong? Sister, help me!"

Fairy Qingkong blew on the tea and said, "Leave her alone. She didn't recite the book, and if the senior comes out, she will definitely be punished."

Fuchen held her hands and swayed coquettishly, "Senior Sister~"

"How much difference?" Fairy Caixia asked.

Fuchen opened his mouth, "uh" for a long time, not knowing what number to say.

"I haven't memorized a single chapter. It's been three years, and the book has grown worms. She hasn't even touched it." The second senior brother unceremoniously exposed the old story.

Fuchen lowered his head, pouted his face, and kept his mouth shut: I can't blame her.Take a nap, three months.Get two more sleeps and you'll be a year old.Then travel to the mountains and play in the water, go to the lower realm to see a play, and three years have passed before I know it.

The senior sister is not good and continues to maintain, "It's too little. Junior sister, come on. These few days, you can recite as much as you can. Let me see if I can help you hold the big brother for a while."

The second senior brother snorted, "Just pamper me. We are about to ascend. What would she do without us?"

"She's still young." The third senior sister defended, and pissed off the second senior brother.

"It's not too young! Five hundred, he's almost an adult!" The second senior brother said with a "squat" sound, and put the cup on the table.Get up, flick your sleeves, and the cups and pots on the table should disappear.

Time flies in the world of cultivating immortals.

One day in the sky, one year in the world.

The world of cultivating immortals is between the heaven and the human world, one day on the mountain, one month on the earth.

The second brother left.

The third senior sister patted Fu Chen on the head, "Leave him alone. I will help you."

Floating dust holds books and studies hard, remembering.From the bright moon and the few stars to the sunrise in the east, and then to the sunset in the west.For three days in a row, Fuchen gnawed back and forth with the book in his arms.

The senior sister helped to serve tea, pour water and knead her shoulders, and meditate by herself in her free time.

The second senior brother came over from time to time to sit, drink tea and watch a play before leaving.

It's three days.

The main courtyard has a strong and familiar air.

All three of them felt it.

"Senior Sister." Fuchen cried with a sad face.She couldn't bear it anymore.

It's been too long to relax my mind.Suddenly, my brain became exhausted.

"I'll do it." The senior sister patted Fu Chen on the shoulder, and walked to the main courtyard with heavy responsibilities.

Floating dust is watching in front of the window.

At half pay, the senior sister came out of the main house alone, lowering her eyebrows and sighing.He raised his head, met Shang Fuchen's gaze, and slowly shook his head.

"Hmph." The second senior brother laughed out loud, watching the play with a feather fan.

"Floating dust!" The elder brother's voice was as cold as a mountain stream.

The floating dust was like a beheading knife approaching, his face was twisted into a ball, his feet stuck to the ground, and he pushed his steps forward at a turtle speed.

Finally, when he came to the door, Fu Chen took a deep breath and walked in.

Standing in front of the elder brother with his head down, his face is like an old nun in meditation, waiting for the "Buddha's voice to enter his ears".

The second senior brother followed to the door, and the smile in his eyes never changed.

"How much have you recited?" The elder brother stood at the main seat, his body was like a long sword on his back, firm and cold.He lowered his eyes and lowered his eyebrows, looking lightly at the top of the black head in front of him.

Fu Chen was silent, raised his hand, and slowly stretched out a finger.

"Your Majesty!"

Fuchen knelt down in a "thump", showing his perennial proficiency in quickly cooperating with commands.With a straight chest, a drooping head, and a calm face, he is already a dead skinned face, an old dog.

"Before the retreat, what did you say?" The elder brother sat on the main seat, staring at the people on the ground.

Fuchen said stiffly, "Finish memorizing "Tian Ji Choo."

"What did you promise?"

"I can't finish memorizing and copy it a hundred times, but I can't recite it backwards."

The eldest brother said lightly, "Let's begin."

"Senior brother!" Fuchen hugged his thigh, crying, "Too many."

His thigh didn't respond, and his gaze remained cold.

"I was wrong." Fuchen continued to cry.

no response.

"Forgive my life."

No response at all.That gaze is like flowing water, as if it has been flowing steadily for thousands of years, never changing its path.

"Brother!" Fu Chen begged for mercy loudly, shaking his thigh.

The senior brother's eyes remained the same, without blinking.

Fuchen became angry and threatened, "I'm crying."

The senior brother is still as cold as water, as if he is saying: You are crying, do you see how I am moving?Not soft-hearted.

The second senior brother sat on the back chair and kept watching the play.

Fuchen took out a pair of scrolls from his sleeve, and held them out with both hands, as cautious as a treasure.

The scroll moved into the air, side by side with the big brother.

The scroll opened, revealing an image, the face on the picture was exactly the same as that of the elder brother, even the clothes and sword on it were exactly the same.

It is undoubtedly the big brother.

Fuchen adjusted the direction of his knees, facing the black and white portrait.Throwing a handkerchief out of his sleeve, he opened his mouth and howled "Ah", "Senior Brother! Senior Brother! You died so badly!"

A handkerchief was pressed to her eyes, wiping away tears that didn't exist.

(End of this chapter)