The whole sect is full of villains, but the junior sister has a hole in her brain

Chao Zhao stopped and looked at Lou Fuyue, his tone filled with confusion: "Second Senior Brother?"

"......Um."

Facing Ji Wushe's warning gaze, Lou Fuyue gritted her teeth and picked up the fruit on the table and stuffed it into Chao Zhao's mouth, "Eat some fruit before you leave."

"..."

Chao Zhao's strange gaze seemed to be real and made Lou Fuyue feel uneasy.

His previous eloquence and rhetoric seemed to have automatically lost their effectiveness in front of Chao Zhao, and his words were stuck in his throat and could not be uttered.

But Chao Zhao did not leave.

"Then I'll just watch it here with Xiaodie."

After that, Chao Zhao took out the storybook from his Qiankun bag. Just as he called Liu Huandie over, Ji Wushe was dazzled by the words on the cover and quickly stood up: "I'm going to go outside for a drink."

Lou Fuyue glanced at it and the corner of her eye twitched slightly.

Wen Qingyan couldn't understand the weird atmosphere at the scene. He silently leaned against the pillar next to him and carefully wiped the big knife in his arms.

At the scene, only Rong Jizhi looked at Chao Zhao curiously.

"Little Junior Sister, what story are you reading?"

Senior brother was curious, so Chao Zhao naturally shared it with him generously, "Third Senior Brother, do you like it? This is a very popular book on Xuantian Order. I have finished reading the first volume, so I will lend it to you!"

Rong Jizhi took the script handed to him by Chao Zhao, looked at the words on the cover, and did not think there was anything wrong with it. Instead, he opened it and read it out of curiosity.

Chao Zhao and Liu Huandie were whispering to each other, occasionally letting out a weird laugh, while Rong Jizhi on the opposite side had a serious expression on his face, as if he was studying some advanced art.

Lou Fuyue couldn't bear it any longer, so she stood up and walked out of the room.

On the wide deck outside the fairy boat, Ji Wushe was leaning on the mast with a jar of wine in one hand, which was covered with shark fins and dotted with luminous pearls.

There was spiritual protection on the immortal boat, which blocked most of the wind noise from the outside world, but a breeze still rushed in, blowing his messy black hair.

He was in a sloppy posture, with his robe hanging loosely, and the false drunkenness in his eyes added a sense of decadence and desolation.

He looked towards the destination in the distance, wondering what he was thinking.

"Master."

Lou Fuyue walked over.

Ji Wushe retracted his gaze and looked sideways at Lou Fuyue, "It's been almost three hundred years in the blink of an eye..."

He sighed with inexplicable emotion, then raised his head, picked up the jar of wine and poured it into his mouth. The spicy taste of the wine dissipated, and the strong surge of alcohol made Ji Wushe's eyes red for a moment, but the emotion in his eyes was quickly frozen by frost.

After drinking a jar of strong liquor, he was not drunk at all and was more sober than anyone else.

Lou Fuyue asked him: "Jianhua Immortal Sect, do you miss it?"

"Nothing to miss."

"But the people of Jianhua Xianzong have been waiting for you to return."

“Those younger generations may not have vision, but they are not bad enough to defend Jianhua Xianzong.” Ji Wushe coughed, “I will just defend Xianyu Sect for now.”

Lou Fuyue glanced at the room behind him and said with a half-smile, "I'm afraid the Xianyu Sect is not guarded by Master."

"A truth."

Ji Wushe once again fixed his gaze on the distant destination, and a sense of homesickness rose up in his lonely and desolate sea of ​​consciousness.

After the war, although his cultivation was still there, he was blind and his consciousness was damaged... Witnessing his best friends, with whom he once drank and talked together, dying one after another, his sword heart was shattered overnight, and the hot blood in his chest was frozen by the wind and snow.

At that moment, Ji Wushe had to admit it.

——He became a deserter, and from then on the Sword Master was no longer the high-spirited and fearless Sword Master.

......

The immortal boat flew in the air for two days. On the third day, Chao Zhao finally caught a glimpse of their destination from afar, the headquarters of the Jianhua Immortal Sect - Linjian City.

Linjian City is built on the mountain, just as its name suggests.

Above, buildings as sharp as swords are scattered in an orderly manner, and below are cliffs and rushing rivers.

Among these peaks, the most towering one, which is submerged in the clouds and barely visible, is the entrance to the Jianhua Immortal Sect.

Linjian City is home to most of the sword cultivators who admire the reputation of the Jianhua Immortal Sect. Although they have failed to join the Jianhua Immortal Sect, many of them still choose to stay in Linjian City to enjoy the spiritual energy in the city.

"Little junior sister."

Lou Fuyue appeared behind Chao Zhao.

He changed back to men's attire. Although his clothes were still flamboyant and gorgeous, there was a sharp edge in his expression.

Chao Zhao turned around in confusion: "Second Brother?"

"You are going to attend the exchange conference. It's a pity that your second senior brother can't go with you. But fortunately, your second senior brother is a talisman cultivator and can help you a little."

As he spoke, a mischievous smile spread across his eyes, "I have refined some talismans in the past few days, I hope Junior Sister can use them."

"!!!"

Chao Zhao shouted happily, "Second Brother, whoever marries you in the future will really be lucky!"

"........."

Lou Fuyue froze when he took out the talisman. Why "marry"?

He stuffed a stack of talismans into Chao Zhao's arms and earnestly reminded him, "Speeding Talisman, Blazing Flame Talisman, Lightning Attracting Talisman... Keep these talismans carefully. If you don't have enough, I can give you more."

Chao Zhao: “???”

She looked at the thick stack of talismans in her arms. Before she had recovered from the shock, she heard Lou Fuyue's next words and almost fainted.

"Can it be repaired?!"

Chao Zhao took a breath of cold air.

If sword cultivation is the profession most likely to produce poor people, then talisman cultivation is the concentration of rich people, because poor people can't even get the hang of this profession!

The cost of materials for making a talisman is already high, not to mention that if one is not careful during the drawing process, it will fail and all the materials will be wasted.

Even a talisman practitioner with a high level of cultivation will fail sometimes. Who can guarantee that every time he draws a talisman, he will be 100% successful?

When she thought of her second senior brother's current situation, Chao Zhao suddenly felt like she had a hot potato in her arms, and hurriedly stuffed it back to Lou Fuyue.

"Second Brother, thank you for your kindness!"

Chao Zhao shook his head and refused, "But Chao Zhao can't have it!"

"...why?"

Lou Fuyue was a little confused.

This simple talisman was just a matter of moving his fingers for him... When his eyes met Chao Zhao's serious gaze, which seemed to say, "Second Senior Brother, you are asking even though you already know the answer?", Lou Fuyue suddenly understood.

Once again, he felt that he was the one with a mental problem because he had agreed casually just to amuse his junior sister.

Lou Fuyue sighed, which fully proved what it meant to have to use countless lies to explain a lie.

"In fact, I never thought of becoming a talisman practitioner before, but I have a Yin spiritual root, and I accidentally entered this path. Even so, I only dared to practice secretly..."