The full-level master just wants to be a waste

Fu Xia kept this matter in mind, listened carefully to what Ning Rong said for a while, and compared it with herself.

Except for some of Ning Rong's undisguised and exaggerated praises, other specific incidents, probably, seemed to be himself?

The one who crosses the catastrophe, ascends, lives in seclusion, or seals the demonic realm is himself.

But isn't this a script?I didn't even establish a sect called Nian Hanzong.

When Fu Xia went back at night, he immediately went to look for the history of Nian Hanzong.

Why did I somehow become a master?

It was very quiet in Zangshu Pavilion, only the sound of the wind blowing through the woods behind the pavilion could be heard. Although there was the sound of people breathing in Zangshu Pavilion, there was no sound of conversation. Presumably they were just reading seriously.

Fu Xia thought so, and walked forward without any precautions.

But I saw a small window on the top floor, which was half opened by someone, casting a smear of moonlight on the person sitting by the window.

There was also the person next to him who was looking intently at the girl sitting on the ground.

Seeing these two people, Fu Xia immediately turned around and wanted to leave with Zong Shi in his hand.

It's not that they can't let them know that they don't know anything about Zongshi.

Simply because...

The atmosphere between those two people was too lingering, and Fu Xia really didn't want to bother her.

The time in the storybook always flashed for ten days and a half months, and Fu Xia didn't think there was anything wrong.

Now that I'm really in the storybook, I realize how fast the relationship between these two young people is progressing.

Although Gu Yu now looks like a big guy with full aura and imposing manner, but because he has no memory, his eyes are always a little dazed, and he is very dependent on Xu Zhaohan. I can't see anyone else all the time.

At first glance, Fu Xia thought that Xu Zhaohan was sitting on the ground reading a book, but just after taking a look, Fu Xia found that the fabric under Xu Zhaohan was not her skirt, but Gu Yu's light blue student uniform. .

This is only half a month? !

Fu Xia couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Obviously I came here a day earlier than Gu Yu, but now I just pester my little backer and promise to give me a soft meal. I send chicken soup to my little backer every day, and my little backer just sips lightly. He refuses to take one more sip, and looks at himself after each sip, as if sipping these two sips is a task.

But the two young people of the family can now come to Zangshu Pavilion to read books and talk about romance together at night.

They are all willing to put their clothes under others.

Fu Xia sighed faintly, and didn't think why he was comparing this with a couple who would sooner or later form a Taoist couple, so he wanted to run away in a hurry so as not to disturb their tryst.

But Gu Yuxu Zhaohan had already seen her.

Xu Zhaohan thought for a long time before pulling out this senior sister from her mind, and she called to Fu Xia generously: "What is Senior Sister Fu Xia looking for? Why did I run away when I saw you?"

Fu Xia stopped walking in the opposite direction, turned his head and smiled at Xu Zhaohan.Even knowing that Xu Zhaohan will be with Gu Yu in the end, but now that everything is not settled, it is obviously wrong to make fun of Xu Zhaohan just because he knows the ending.

So Fu Xia also smiled, and answered Xu Zhaohan's first question: "Come to find Zong Shi."

Xu Zhaohan also saw the Zongshi in her hand, and was a little puzzled: "Why are you looking for this, Senior Sister? Is there anything you don't know?"

"Today, the elder sister said that our ancestor is the Lord Fuxia. I don't remember this incident."

Fu Xia held up the Zongshi in his hand: "So look for it."

Xu Zhaohan chuckled, and his voice was clear and crisp: "Master, she is just like this."

Fu Xia tilted her head slightly, not knowing why Xu Zhaohan said that, she asked, "What is it like?"

"Elder Sister likes Senior Tired of Spring very much. Don't you remember, Senior Sister Fu Xia? My mother received it from Fu Xia Peak back then. Senior Sister knew you were from Fu Xia Peak, so she chased you and asked a lot. You look like Fuxia Peak, and when you want to go home later, Senior Sister must follow you to Fuxia Peak. She just likes that peak master Fuxia whom she has never met for thousands of years ago."

Xu Zhaohan might really find it interesting, and laughed while talking: "How can a person like Peak Master Fu Xia establish a sect? It's just that the first suzerain was taught by Peak Master Fu Xia back then—just think that he is He is the apprentice of Peak Master Fu Xia. We usually don’t talk about it, so as not to insult the peak master’s reputation by Nian Hanzong’s small sect. But the senior sister likes the peak master, so I say that the peak master belongs to the ancestor.”

Fu Xia felt that he understood a little bit, just nodded, and immediately fell into another doubt: "Who is the first suzerain?"

I don't have any disciples, let alone teach anyone!

"The first leaf cloud."

Xu Zhaohan said a name.

Hearing this name, Fu Xia felt a little familiar, but after thinking about it carefully, he was sure that he did not know such a person.

Haven't even heard the name.

Fu Xia felt that her mind was in a mess now, and she thought that this dislike of spring belonged to her, but now that Xu Zhaohan said so, she was not sure anymore.

I'm being stingy, I don't think it's troublesome and I haven't accepted a disciple, let alone who I have taught, let alone a person named Shouye Yun.

Fu Xia wanted to ask about himself in this world again, but he saw Xu Zhaohan beside him. Gu Yu, who hadn't spoken since he came here, was standing behind Xu Zhaohan, looking at Xu Zhaohan without blinking. culvert.

Fu Xia realized belatedly that he was still delaying the young couple's love affair.

Xu Zhaohan saw Fu Xia's hesitation to speak, and asked Fu Xia intimately: "What's wrong, Senior Sister?"

Fu Xia glanced at Gu Yu and shook his head: "It's okay, thank you junior sister for telling me so much."

"fine!"

Xu Zhaohan waved his hand indifferently, and stuck out his tongue at Fu Xia: "Don't tell Senior Sister Ning Rong, this is what my mother told me, Senior Sister Ning Rong doesn't take the initiative to mention Senior Yanchun now, it's just that others When you talk about it in front of her, she will talk endlessly. If you want to know about Senior Misanthropy, you must go to Elder Sister."

Fu Xia was still confused, and nodded a little confused: "Okay."

In the evening, I went back to look at the history of the sect, there was a thick stack, and there was no mention of spring fatigue, not even the record of the first suzerain, Ye Yun.The so-called swordsmanship that he taught Ye Yun has no name, it is just printed in a booklet, and everyone who reads the cold sect must practice it.

Fu Xia also found a copy in his room, on the leather there were two large characters "Sword Jue"

There are no qualifiers, no tiredness of spring, and no coldness.

Just weird.

Fu Xia looked at the file and felt a little headache.

It's been half a month.

His bone jade is almost catching up with the Taoist couple now.But I have only glimpsed a little bit of the mystery of this world.

Why did I come here suddenly?What kind of world is this script?Why do you have yourself?Who is this first leaf cloud?

After all, Fu Xia found his little backer.

In fact, these grown-up disciples all live on Muqing Peak, but Ning Rong's room is at the front, and Fu Xia's room is in the back corner.

In addition, Ning Rong spent most of his time on Yi'an Cliff, and it was late when he came back.Fu Xia never looked for Ning Rong.

This time with doubts, I still went.

Ning Rong had just sat down and hadn't even looked at the exercises when she was startled by a knock on the door.

Fu Xia looked at Ning Rong, a little embarrassed.

This dislike of spring is basically me.

Now I have to ask someone who obviously likes to hate spring so much, I still feel a little embarrassed.

Fu Xia rubbed his nose, met the doubtful eyes of the little backer, and expressed his intentions: "Senior sister, I want to know something about senior Yanchun."

After Fu Xia left, Ning Rong stayed in Yi'an Ya for so long, but was still sobered by the cold wind.

Junior Sister just said a word about this sword technique, so she hurriedly said so much, it seemed very strange.

Ning Rong was a little embarrassed, she didn't expect Fu Xia to come over now to ask more questions.

She didn't know how to tell Fu Xia that she was tired of spring.

In fact, she doesn't know why she likes a person she has never met so much, and she always talks endlessly, which is not at all like herself.

She couldn't figure out the reason herself—although she never felt that she looked bad in this way.

But now, seeing Shang Fuxia's eyes, I feel embarrassed for some reason.

She was also ashamed to lie that she didn't know much about Yanchun, so she could only vaguely tell Fu Xia: "What I know now is also passed down by others."

Fu Xia nodded blankly.

Ning Rong looked at her junior sister in a daze, her heart softened, she was still not under any control.

She had no choice but to speak, and told Fu Xia everything she knew: "I've never seen Yanchun herself, even what I told you before, so I don't know if it's true or not."

She was a little depressed because of this, and continued: "But no one has seen Senior Yanchun herself. After she sealed the demons, she didn't come out of the mountain anymore. Later, I don't know when it started, and she disappeared. .”

"Then, how many years has the Demon Race seal been?"

This is mentioned in the scriptures, saying that it was sealed for more than 1000 years, and then the seal was broken, and it was Gu Yu who made up for it with his own painstaking efforts.

"Three thousand seven hundred years."

Ning Rong answered the question, and asked Fu Xia with some doubts: "Why don't you remember anything?"

Three thousand and 600 years, when I was still reading the storybook in my Fu Xiafeng, the seal of the demons was 400 years.

In other words, if the weariness of spring in this world is really me, then this world will be nearly 3000 years and [-] years later.

Just as Fu Xia figured this out, he heard Ning Rong's question.

She looked into Ning Rong's eyes.

Just pure doubts.

She didn't realize that this junior sister had changed under the skin - and even changed to a senior she admired very much.

It's a bit of a shame.

But Fu Xia never cared about his face.

She restrained the thoughts on her face, approached Ning Rong with a smile, and said lies without blushing: "Face it calmly! The beautiful scenery always comes after the storm!"

Ning Rong poured a cup of tea for Fu Xia, and now holding her own cup, she looked at Fu Xia in confusion: "So what does Junior Sister want to say?"

Fu Xia seemed to have lost his backbone all of a sudden, lying on the table listlessly, changed from his boldness just now, and spoke weakly: "Senior sister doesn't know something. I think it’s better to lie in bed and fall asleep every day.”

Even knowing that she was acting, Ning Rong still felt distressed for a moment.She softened her voice: "But you can't just lie down all the time, to burn off your spirits, you still have to go out for a walk and practice hard."

"Ah."

Fu Xia nodded obediently, looking easy to speak.

Ning Rong took a sip of tea and asked, "So why doesn't Junior Sister remember anything?"