I have special high-cold skills

, he tried his best to make the magic weapon he made stronger in terms of power.The well-preserved tail feathers of Panfeng still contain power, the reverse scales of Zulong, the mane and essence of Xuanqi.Using part of the patriarchs of the ancient dragon, phoenix, and lin tribes as a secondary material greatly increased the speed, defense, attack, and coercion of the black hydrangea.Coupled with the treasures of heaven and earth that Fusheng has searched for over the years, the power of the black hydrangea even a saint should avoid the limelight.

Of course, Fusheng doesn't mind such consumption. Without the holy throne and Honghuang, he can still stand at the top of the food chain in another world and live with Hongjun, and he is happy to be at ease.

With the red hydrangea around, he tried to rely on the marriage line with Hongjun to easily find the exact location.He hesitated but did not go.

The world has changed, even though Fusheng has made up his mind to go to this world to find Hongjun, but it is unavoidable...to feel timid due to being close to the hometown.

He had to admit that he, who was not afraid of anything, was afraid.

Hongjun sacrificed himself to this world and was still alive. His "living" is nothing more than a change of identity, physical body - reincarnation.Without the holy throne and power, Hongjun's memory is probably gone.

Will you still remember me?Will you wait for me? ——Fu Sheng covered his chest.

After hesitating for a long time, Fu Sheng went to follow the trail.

According to his ability, it is nothing more than the time for a cup of tea, and he is already standing at the... gate of the destination.

I don't know how many years have passed, but the original courtyard full of peach blossoms remains unchanged.I don’t know how many times the fence has been renovated, it’s just as it was when I first saw it, but the door is wide open, and at a glance, you can see a large reclining chair in the yard facing the door, and an old man in white who is still lying on the chair and enjoying the flowers.

It seems that aging has dulled the five senses a bit. After a while, the old man seemed to feel the sight and turned his head.

Fu Sheng doesn't know what others think when faced with the fact that she looks young and her partner suddenly looks old.The old man in front of him had calm eyes. Although he had white hair and an old face, his silver-gray eyes were not cloudy at all.Seeing Fu Sheng, his eyes moved, but he didn't say a word.

Fu Sheng stepped forward step by step. At this moment, he was wearing a black long gown, the waterfall blue silk was not tied down behind him, and the sleeves of his clothes fluttered. He was already infinitely elegant.

He knelt down in front of the old man.Rubbing his forehead against the snow-white cloth in front of the old man's knees, he said in a hoarse voice, "Sorry, I'm late."

The old man looked at him slightly sideways, with no emotion in his eyes.

Fusheng heard him ask: "Who are you?" Ordinary people can't withstand the tempering of time, and the old man's voice is full of exhaustion and oldness that cannot be concealed.

He was dying.

Fu Sheng couldn't express his feelings, he tried to calm his voice, and said, "I am your husband-in-law. You are my wife." Fu Sheng felt that he would be regarded as a fool and mentally retarded.But for some reason, when the old man asked him, he wanted to say it, so he said it.

The old man stopped talking.Perhaps he was intimidated by it.

Suddenly, Fu Sheng raised his head.

He saw the old man lying there quietly with his eyes closed.Like sleeping.

The afterglow of the setting sun hit the lifeless and old face gently.Jiyue, the scenery that is no longer in the past, does not have the unparalleled look of the past.

Fu Sheng couldn't bear it anymore, clutching the corner of his clothes, weeping bitterly with sullen face.

Halfway through the sun, he hugged a dead man and cried like a child until the tip of the moon.

Fear.panic.sad.

Fu Sheng grabbed the cloth in his hand and wiped his face, staring in confusion: "I finally saw you, why did you die? How many years will I have to wait for you?"

How many years until it appears again?No one knows the question.

Fusheng opened an inn near the courtyard that no one cares about, and hired the second accountant to be the shopkeeper. Every morning, he tried holding a red hydrangea, but he couldn't find any trace.One year passed, ten years passed, and the red hydrangea deduced and consumed his spiritual power. His spiritual power was finally exhausted, and his body automatically fell into a deep sleep to repair it. When he woke up, he found that it was 50 years later.

Busily took out the red hydrangea to stimulate spiritual power.

This time I finally felt the volatility.

Fifty years later, the accountant and Xiao Er of the inn had already packed up and left, and Fusheng went straight to Hongjun without even locking the inn.

This time it was downtown.

Fusheng cast a spell to reduce the sense of existence, and the people around turned a blind eye to him.He saw excited crowds on both sides of the busy street being pushed and shoved by officers and soldiers, and they were not allowed to approach, and a row of teams on tall horses passed through the center of the road.

Fu Sheng landed on the eaves, staring blankly at the black-haired and silver-armored man riding a horse in front.The man held the helmet with one arm, and pulled the reins with the other hand. His long black hair stood up high and swayed behind him. A black sword pinned to his waist made him even more heroic. His facial features were perfect beyond the reach of ordinary people, but his expression is very light.The excited shouts of the people around him didn't seem to be able to make him smile.This kind of supercilious indifference is just like the first time I saw it.

Fu Sheng heard those people shouting his title.

——It seems to be "King Qing".

He saw that pair of staring eyes seemed to be looking this way, and when Fu Sheng blinked and thought he had made a mistake, those silver-gray eyes closed again.Feeling angry, Fusheng sneaked into Qing Palace to find a place that day.

The defense measures of the huge palace are useless to him.Even if he is not in good condition now, his realm has fallen, and he is still suppressed by the laws here, these mortal guards can't compete with him.So of course, I touched it smoothly.

He had already imprinted his own spiritual power on the "King of Qing", and it was too easy to find someone.

It's just that when he found the room where he was hiding his breath, he only saw a place where there should be people - a hanging-eyed cat lying lazily on the bed.Fu Sheng felt like a cat, he was about to explode.After wiping off the mark, when he was about to turn around and continue searching, a white light flashed by, and he dodged a sharp sword aura. With the ear-piercing rumbling sound, the golden nanmu table behind him suddenly collapsed, ending its use as furniture. History, Fu Sheng stared fiercely at the person in front of him——

The silver-armored prince had already changed into a snow-white deep suit, and his black hair was hanging behind him with steam. Seeing that the attack was dodged, he raised his eyebrows, and slowly raised his slanted sword expressionlessly. , the not-so-wide blade was glowing with a cold silver luster, if it wasn't for him who was pointing at the point of the sword, Fu Sheng would have shouted "Good sword!".

Given that the truth is the latter, Fusheng could only comfort himself "not angry, he doesn't remember you".

At the same time, the man said, "Who are you?"

Fu Sheng curled his lips, thinking of the past, he was indignant for a moment, and complained: "The last one who asked me that is already dead." After speaking, he felt provocative again, and quickly answered: "I... am Fu Sheng."

The Qing king still had a zombie face: "What purpose do you have?"

Fusheng couldn't help raising an ambiguous smile after hearing him finish speaking: "It's dark and windy this night, I groped into your room alone, what do you say... What's the purpose?" His complexion is not something ordinary people can achieve Even though she was dressed in dark black, she couldn't hide her incomparable elegance.

It's just that the person on the opposite side doesn't seem to take this mouthful of Amway.The tip of the sword didn't move at all, still staring at him closely, King Qing tilted his head slightly, looked at him with eyes that looked at the air, and said in a calm tone, "Since you're here, stay here."

"..." Fu Sheng.

Even a fool can see that the other party's meaning is not as gentle as the literal meaning, okay? ! !

Sure enough, the oncoming attack was a slash.Fusheng dodges left and right, Fusheng, who has always used magic power to coerce magic weapons, doesn't know how King Qing's swordsmanship is, but that kind of speed and momentum does make him very distressed.Just after waking up from the exhaustion of mana, he urged the red hydrangea again, and chased him all the way here without stopping. His body is actually very weak.But in the face of Hongjun's reincarnation, he couldn't really use powerful offensive spells. If he played something good or bad, he would pay the bill again.Thinking about it this way, Fu Sheng only felt that there was no time when he was more aggrieved than this time.

After chasing and running, the two broke the door and ran out of the courtyard. Fu Sheng heard footsteps and knew that if he didn't leave, there would be a big trouble, so he wanted to dodge, but Qing Wang's sword move was so impenetrable that he didn't know it for a while. Can't get away.

Although he is not at the level of the Great Luo Jinxian, he is still oppressed by the law, his body is weak and he dare not do anything... how strong is a mortal in this world?

The tip of a trance opponent's sword is already in sight.Fu Sheng was startled and almost couldn't help using spells to save his life, but the tip of the sword paused, and Fu Sheng smiled slightly and couldn't help his mouth: "Oh, can't bear to part with me?" He paused and stared when he heard the footsteps became clearer after he finished speaking. Looking at the other party's still expressionless face, he said: "Baby, I will come to you again~" Yu Bi used his last spiritual power to move to the woods outside the city dozens of miles away.But he didn't see the indistinguishable expression of the "King Qing" behind him.

The body clamored again due to the lack of spiritual power, Fu Sheng leaned against the tree trunk and closed his eyes to catch his breath.

The aura in this world is far inferior to that of the prehistoric world. When the spiritual energy absorbed and consumed is not directly proportional, it must be "conserved", otherwise it may be 100 years before the next time you open your eyes.

At the same time, in the Palace of the Qing Dynasty.

The man in the white robe waved back the mansion guard who rushed over, and looked thoughtfully at his hand holding the sword.

The young man in black was not a mortal, and the devilish energy in his body seemed to be hidden deeply.Even Pei Qing couldn't guarantee that he could defeat that man.He could see that the man was not hostile.Pei Qing just wanted to test the opponent's bottom.It's just that the last sword was inexplicably hesitant, and the temptation naturally failed.

Pei Qing knew that the man's goal was him, so he would definitely come again.

He thought of the person who called himself Fusheng, when he was attacked by him, he showed such aggrieved expression