God counts a ball

Shangxiantai can no longer be restored, and all the spiritual power has been transformed into hostile energy. It is almost impossible to purify it into a treasure land again.

Fu Xiao lay lazily in the pavilion in the garden, looking at the lotus buds swaying in the wind and waiting to be released in the pond, her heart was filled with irritability.

Fu Weiying walked into the pavilion led by the maid.

"Why does uncle have time to come and see me?" Fu Xiao glanced at him, then turned away, lacking in interest and full of tiredness.

"Recently, I heard that Shangxiantai was destroyed. It should be the most uncomfortable for Xianjun to grow up there." Fu Weiying comforted, "Whether Shangxiantai is in or not, Fu's family will always be Xianjun's home. Waiting for the fairy to come home."

"Home?" Ever since his parents passed away, Fu Xiao no longer knew what home was. He regarded Shangxiantai as his only sustenance, and that was his home.

But that is also Nandu's home.

Thinking of this, Fu Xiao said again, "Tell me, what kind of hatred would make a person destroy his home with his own hands."

Fu Weiying knew who he was talking about, but there was no way, at this moment, he had completely fallen in love with that person.

"Home is not important to everyone, and not everyone is qualified to enjoy the warmth of home." Fu Weiying said.

Fu Xiao seemed to be stimulated by Fu Weiying's words, "So, I'm not qualified to enjoy the warmth of home, am I?"

Fu Weiying was startled, no, that's not what it meant!

"No, Xianjun, I didn't mean that, I meant..."

"Enough, it doesn't matter what you mean, uncle, why don't you just tell me why you came here today?"

He should be lucky, his parents have spent decades with him, but Nan Du has never experienced the company of his relatives.

Fu Xiao didn't want to excuse him, but she couldn't help thinking that maybe it wasn't his fault.

Fu Weiying looked at Fu Xiao's impatient face, and didn't ask any more questions. He came here today because of his concern, but looking at his current emotions, he probably wouldn't believe it.

So he casually made up a reason, saying that he fell in love with a house in Yaomin's Wangcheng, and asked Xianjun to help him.

Those who have no practice cannot live in Yaominwang City. This is a regulation set up by the human race for the sake of peace within the clan, and no one can violate it.Fu Weiying also knew about it, and he also knew that Fu Xiao would not agree, so he mentioned it.

Sure enough, after hearing this, Fu Xiao looked at him with eyes full of anger, "Don't talk about a house, even a farmyard is impossible. Uncle, don't forget that people who have no practice are not allowed to live in Yaomin, otherwise they will die." Mess."

Fu Weiying hurriedly said, "Uncle overstepped, so I won't bother Xianjun today."

Fu Xiao let out a breath and continued, "If uncle is willing, he can also choose to practice. I will arrange someone for you to take you to practice, and then I will choose a house for uncle in Wangcheng."

Fu Weiying didn't like to practice at all, and now that he is so old, he doesn't want to practice anymore. If there is any reason for him to practice, Nandu should be the only one.

"If I practice at this age, I'm afraid it's already too late, and I won't even be able to achieve the most basic longevity."

Fu Xiao said: "If uncle wants to live in this royal city, this is a very good idea. If he wants to prolong his life, it is not impossible, but it will be more difficult."

Fu Weiying's heart moved for a moment, "Immortal Lord, allow me to think about it, and I will reply to you later."

"Naturally."

Fu Xiao felt that it was nothing more than cultivation, and there were many capable people and strangers in Yaominwang City, so it would not be difficult to find a "master" for Fu Weiying.

……

After Fu Weiying left, she returned to the inn, just in time to meet Nandu who came down from upstairs.

"You went to find him?" Nandu asked.

"Well," Fu Weiying hesitated, whether to tell him, "He was hit hard."

I thought that Nandu would continue to ask him, and hearing Fu Xiao feel uncomfortable, he should be happy, Fu Weiying thought.

Nandu asked, "When will we leave here?"

"You don't want to stay in Wangcheng?"

"Didn't you say that you want to take me to start again? Since you want to start again, what are you doing here?"

"Okay, let's go."

In the end, Fu Weiying gave up the idea of ​​staying in Yaomin King City, and took Nandu out of the city.

Nan Du had some extraordinary yearning for the new students, and he was full of joy along the way, even Fu Weiying was happy with him.

Speaking of it, he is just a young child, full of hope for the future, just like Fu Xiao asked him, what kind of hatred would make a person destroy his own home with his own hands.

Fu Weiying didn't want to ask, he knew that Nandu would never tell him.

Nandu followed Fu Weiying and lived in a large house in the outer city. The yard was given to Fu Xiao by Fu Weiying when he said goodbye to Fu Xiao.

Nandu's practice also gradually became loose, and he began to indulge in tidying up the yard, buying servants, cooks, maids, servants... these trivial matters, he really regarded himself as an ordinary outsider.

However, if everything is so peaceful, how wronged those innocent disciples would be.

How could the bad things done leave no traces, and how could the hands stained with blood be completely new.

The soul of Shangxiantai is still there, and the old master is missing. Fu Xiao entrusts Mu Niyin to purify the hostility of the soul.

After the death of the human race, they were either purified and reincarnated, or they were turned into ghosts by hostility.And Mu Niyin's task is to purify them and reincarnate.

However, it may be that her purification ability is not enough. Halfway through the purification process, the innocent souls began to become restless, and more and more souls could not be suppressed, and began to pour out from Shangxiantai.

Mu Niyin couldn't stop them, and in the end he could only destroy them all. In order to prevent more people from suffering, letting their souls fly away is the best way.

But after all, she couldn't stop the wandering ghosts, and there were only a few brothers who purified with her, so they could all stay there.

Seeing black shadows rushing out of the royal city and flying towards the outer city, Mu Niyin had a headache, and then ordered a few people to chase them out.

When the black mist covered the sky above the outer city, Nan Du was playing chess leisurely and alone, when he felt something approaching, the chess piece in his hand stayed in mid-air and never fell.

"Is it still difficult?" Nan Du murmured, "That's right, with so many lives, how could it be so easy?"

He put the chess pieces in the chess box, straightened his clothes, and walked from the room to the courtyard.

In an instant, all the black smoke gathered here, and Nandu looked up at the blackness, and seemed to be able to see the outline of a person from it.

Feeling uneasy, Fu Weiying ran out, looked up at the sky, almost fainted from fright, he trembled, saw Nan Du in the middle of the yard, ran over and pulled him away.

Before he got close to Nandu, he was beaten aside.

The cloud of black mist had already begun to attack Nandu, one attack after another, although the strength was weak, but sooner or later, Nandu's mana would be exhausted.

What was even more dangerous was that at this moment, the cloud of black mist was condensing together, until all the attacks stopped one by one, and a big black ball was formed.

With a sound of "boom", a big hole was smashed out where Nandu was standing, and he jumped aside, but he was still injured by the airflow of the black mist.

Fu Weiying hurried over to help him, but he pushed him away with one hand, "Hurry up, go to Yaomin."

After speaking, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Fu Weiying didn't leave, he thought of something, and quickly ran towards the ancestral hall of the Fu family.

Nandu has no time to take care of him anymore, he can't resist the attack of the black mist at all, and now he is just struggling at the end of his strength, if there is no accident, he will die here today.

After Fu Weiying left, the black mist attacked him several times, but he dodged them all.He also tried to attack the ball, but it was like hitting cotton, without any damage.

Nan Du completely gave up resistance. It turned out that God never wanted to let him live, and made such a big joke with him, but in the end he still didn't let him go.

Even so, what's the point of this month's leisure?No, it is also meaningful, let yourself know that the happiness of ordinary human beings can be so simple, but you will never be with yourself for a lifetime.

God, you can be so cruel! ! !

Seeing Fu Weiying walking towards him from a distance, Nandu even began to imagine that if this person also entered Shangxiantai back then, would he also be the one to be protected? just fine.

Fu Weiying staggered to his side, took out the baby in his arms, and handed it to his hand.

"This was given to me by my elder brother, who said it was a treasure given to him by the Dragon King." Fu Weiying explained briefly, and then asked anxiously, "Quickly see if it's useful, and can you help me."

Dragon thing?

Nandu unfolded his fan, and there was a white dragon printed on the fan, the color was very light, but anyone with a little practice could tell at a glance that this pattern contained great energy.

Nandu held the fan in his hand and tried to use mana to move it. The fan trembled slightly. Nandu was pleasantly surprised that this magic weapon did not recognize its owner!

With the help of Fu Weiying, Nandu stood up, facing the black mist, and before it attacked him next time, he fanned it out.

There was a "bang" in the night sky, and the condensed black mist was beaten into scattered souls. They were all seriously injured, but they still wanted to get together again.

Seeing that the black mist was about to form again, Nandu waved his fan again to disperse them, but the fan suddenly closed, and no matter how hard Nandu exerted himself, he couldn't open it.

And one of the souls seemed to be aware that the fan was no longer working, and it didn't care about the gathering black mist, and directly attacked Nandu.

"How dare a soul make a mistake?" Nan Du dismissed him, but the result was unsatisfactory.

It wasn't until the blood overflowed from Nandu's mouth that he realized that he hadn't made a move for a long time, and he couldn't even notice that his mana was overdrawn.

The other souls found that he was injured, so they stopped flying towards the black mist and turned to attack south.

Nandu no longer had any hope, and closed his eyes to accept all this, but suddenly the familiar bell sounded in the city.

The sound of the bell, one long sound, one short sound, stretches endlessly, intending to purify the soul.