Holding the sword and holding the sister away

Fu Yan looked at the puppet in front of him, as if he was feeling something, but he didn't say anything for a long time.

Shui Liuqing at the side couldn't help but feel a little nervous, because she was in a hurry, in fact, the puppet she made for Fu Yan couldn't be called perfect, and of course there was no big problem.

The puppet's full blow is equivalent to the strength of a strong man in the early stage of Huaxu. Although Fu Yan stated at the beginning that he didn't care about this, Shui Liuqing was still a little worried. After all, a puppet with this strength probably couldn't help Fu Yan. what a busy.

Thinking of this, Shui Liuqing couldn't help looking at Fu Yan in front of him again, but the other party's expression was still indifferent, and he couldn't see any other emotions.

The puppet was about the same height as the two of them. He was wearing ordinary coarse linen clothes, and his black hair was so lifelike. At first glance, except for the pair of empty eyes, he was indeed no different from ordinary people.

After carefully looking at it, Fu Yan withdrew her gaze, then nodded slowly, and said to Shui Liuqing, "Very good."

Hearing this, Shui Liuqing unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, just for a moment, she was really worried that her puppet technique was not good enough. Shui Liuqing didn't know what Fu Yan wanted this puppet to do, and Fu Yan didn't say much.

After giving Shui Liuqing some resources as a reward, Fu Yan let her go back first.

Soon, only Fu Yan was left on the huge Xingyue Peak. In the quiet night, with the candlelight flickering, Fu Yan's figure slowly stopped in front of the puppet.

In the next second, Fu Yan in front of her directly raised her hand, her index finger and middle finger lightly tapped the puppet's eyebrows, and then she closed her eyes suddenly, and an invisible wave quickly passed from her fingers, steadily Steadily sneaked into the puppet's eyebrows.

"Wow..."

For a moment, there was a mental wave in the whole room.

I don't know how long it has passed, but the aura on Fu Yan's body finally regained its calmness again. When he opened his eyes again, a faint light flashed quickly in those bright eyes, and they returned to normal in the blink of an eye.

When he put down the palm in front of him, a burst of life suddenly appeared in the body of the puppet in front of him, and the pair of empty and dull eyes also flashed light quickly, and then returned to calm.

The puppet closed its eyes unconsciously, and opened them again in just a split second.

Seeing this, Fu Yan couldn't help laughing in satisfaction.

An ordinary puppet needs a huge spirit stone to activate, but just now, Fu Yan separated a piece of consciousness into this puppet, thus completely controlling it.

In other words, the puppet in front of him can be regarded as a clone of Fu Yan, but it is not an independent clone. The thoughts of the two are actually completely connected.

Now that Fu Yan is going to practice in seclusion, it is naturally impossible for her to keep her ears shut. No matter how she is now the lord of the first palace, it is impossible for her to ignore everything.

So since she chose to retreat, she also needs to keep her mind outside.

This kind of mind is separated to live in the body of the puppet, and Fu Yan's own strength will naturally be affected to a certain extent, so she can't separate half of her mind, otherwise her retreat practice probably won't have much effect.

The strength of the current avatar is indeed only maintained at the initial stage of Void Transformation, but it doesn't matter, she is a puppet body, and outsiders can't see her strength when she doesn't make a move.

It is precisely because of this that even if the puppet is forcibly destroyed, the backlash on Fu Yan's body will not be too great.

After doing all this, Fu Yan dodged into the darkness.

...

Lu Xiaowen said that he was going to retreat for a year, but in fact, it has only been about ten months, and his strength can already be perfectly mastered by him, so he left the retreat early.

During this period, Shuanghua Palace has been thriving. Apart from the first group of disciples who were still children, they also recruited many ordinary disciples, including several disciples with outstanding strength and talent.

The news of Lu Xiaowen's retreat has not been spread, so even though he has already left the retreat, no one has noticed it. After all, for them, it is normal for immortals to lose sight of their heads and tails.

In fact, the current Shuanghua Palace is still facing a problem, that is, there are no good teaching elders who can teach many disciples. After all, Shui Liuqing learned the art of puppets, and Yuanhe is a demon clan.

Ji Xian, the only master in the Mahayana period, was also an undercover agent sent by the ghouls.

Fu Yan was helpless, she could only attend a few teaching classes in person, and Yi Tu and Liu Tong also came in turn.

On this day, Fu Yan came out of the school and returned directly to her own Xingyue Peak. Before she had time to rest, she felt that the restrictions on Wenzhi Peak seemed to have been lifted.

Seeing this, Fu Yan couldn't help but pause.

It seems that Lu Xiaowen has already left the customs.

Thinking of this, Fu Yan didn't delay, turned around and flew directly towards Wenzhi Peak. When she landed in the courtyard of Xianfu, Lu Xiaowen was leisurely making tea.

The two of them were very familiar with each other, so Fu Yan was not too polite, and sat on the opposite side of the stone table.

"How does it feel to be an immortal again?" Fu Yan asked him.

Holding the teapot, Lu Xiaowen quietly poured a cup for Fu Yan. After putting it down, he raised his eyes to look at her, and seemed to respond in a very flat manner: "It's okay."

For Lu Xiaowen, it was indeed not as joyful and exciting as in his previous life.

Fu Yan chuckled, did not continue the topic, stretched out his hand to pick up the teacup leisurely, lowered his head and took a sip, then looked at the other party again after a pause and said: "The fairy gate ceremony in Zhongdu is about to start."

Lu Xiaowen seemed to understand something, sipped his tea and waited for Fu Yan's next words.

"I'm going to let Shuanghua Palace participate." Fu Yan didn't have anything to beat around the bush. After putting down the teacup, she looked straight at the other party and said indifferently.

Lu Xiaowen raised his eyes and asked, "What are the conditions?"

"It must be a force on the first level on the mainland. It is estimated that there must be three immortals sitting in charge." Fu Yan explained.

Lu Xiaowen paused while holding the teacup, and said slowly, "Are you going to ascend?"

It's not that Lu Xiaowen doesn't believe in Fu Yan, no matter how talented Fu Yan is, he still feels that there is only twenty years left for her to break through and ascend smoothly.

Of course it is impossible for more than 70 years, but Fu Yan has the Xu Youyu Seal in his hand, so it will be [-] years.

"I have a solution." Fu Yan said.

Lu Xiaowen didn't ask any further questions, but just took a serious look at her, then nodded lightly: "Forget it, since you want to revive Shuanghua Palace, then try your best to do your best."

That's exactly what Fu Yan thinks, or don't do it, and now that he has decided, he will do his best.

After making up his mind, Fu Yan contacted Bai Yueli who was far away in the Demon Realm that night.

"Is there anything wrong with Shuanghua Palace?" Bai Yueli asked her.

Fu Yan said truthfully: "Now it is booming, with Lu Xiaowen watching, his status as a fairy is probably more prestigious than me as the palace lord."

So on the second day, Fu Yan didn't say goodbye to anyone, and went out of Shuanghua Palace alone, and followed Bai Yueli back to the main hall of the Demon Palace.

Bai Yueli said, "Wait a minute, Moyu still has a tricky matter to deal with."

Fu Yan naturally wouldn't be in a hurry. When Bai Yueli was busy, she turned her head and went into the room of the gangster to look at the little Yaotuanzi who had gained weight again.

"Chirp..."

Baiyaotuan was still the same, happily playing with Fu Yan while begging for food, a pair of small wings fluttered cheerfully, and the snow-white hair was extraordinarily fluffy.

After eating, Xiaoyaotuanzi would sleep on the head of the roll again, and Fu Yan, who had a comfortable childhood, was a little envious.

One day, after glancing at the sleeping little Yaotuanzi, Fu Yan's gaze finally shifted to the nephew below.

"Do you know the Phoenix family?" Fu Yan asked her very bluntly.

In fact, there are no phoenixes on the mainland today, and it is basically difficult to find any traces of some ancient beasts with the passage of time, so Fu Yan has no clue about the origin of the small medicine group.

Hearing this, Juan thought carefully before saying truthfully: "When I broke the shell, my mind was still in chaos, and I didn't inherit other memories."

Their Black Dragon Clan has actually disappeared for a long time, and Jujuan has not even figured out his own origin, so how could he know the origin of Xiaoyaotuanzi.

Fu Yan was not too surprised by Juan's answer, she just nodded and didn't continue the question.

Soon, another half year passed.

As a demon lord, Bai Yueli finally took care of the basic matters, and handed over the rest to the three elders of Guiyouhuo.

Without any delay, the two entered the Xu Youyu Seal together, preparing to practice in seclusion.

"This is... the spirit pool?" After Bai Yueli entered the jade seal, she was dragged by Fu Yan to a peak platform floating in mid-air.

At this moment, there is actually a pool of water on the small peak platform, full of aura.

When Fu Yan discovered it for the first time last year, she was also a little surprised. She never expected that there would be a small spiritual pool here, but it was also a good thing for her.

"Senior sister, let's go down." Fu Yan stretched out her hand to hold Bai Yueli, and stepped into the spirit pool.

Before Bai Yueli could speak, her body subconsciously kept up with Fu Yan, and when she regained her senses, the Lingchi had covered more than half of their bodies.

The Lingchi is like a hot spring, the white mist rises slowly, perhaps because of the evaporating mist, when Bai Yueli raised her eyes, a faint redness had already bloomed on her face.

Like petals in bud, people can't help but want to reach out and pick them.

In the hazy steam, the veil faded, and the blue hair like a waterfall scattered on her shoulders. Fu Yan couldn't help leaning forward, and her right hand gently grasped the waist in the water.

The kisses fell like raindrops, and began to slide down from the tip of the nose, bit by bit, ravaging every inch of the flushed skin, and then gently sucked the lips that were dripping with blood.

The white teeth were pried open, absorbing every breath of the other party, the tip of the tongue pressed against each other, unwilling to let go.

Bai Yueli slowly closed her eyes, and completely handed herself over to Fu Yan.

"... Fu Yan..." Bai Yueli opened her eyes with difficulty, her eyes had already been infected by a layer of mist, and the speed of the spirit pool's flow became more and more intense, which made her a little unbearable.

There was even a tremolo in the voice.

But she didn't seem to know what kind of scene her difficult voice sounded to Fu Yan, and she unconsciously narrowed the distance between the two of them again.

The action is not reduced.

Fu Yan looked down at Bai Yueli, and suddenly said: "Senior sister, let go of your sea of ​​consciousness."