Cold Clouds

Fusheng counted the stars in the sky and calculated the time since the restoration of the country in his mind. Jiuye was standing beside him, watching Fusheng being infatuated with him. Jiulian, who was still in the state of a poisonous insect, was purring in Jiuye's arms.

"Gululu." (Stop watching and go eat.)

"Gulu...Gulu Gulu!" (Alas...what's so good about a corpse!)

“Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle… gurgle, gurgle…” (And it’s a corpse that has no interest in you… So you love-brained humans…)

Of course, they didn’t understand Jiulian’s words at all.

Fusheng was silent for a long time and glanced at Jiuye.

"Hmm? Eh? Is there something on my face?" Jiu Ye touched his face and smiled foolishly.

"It's okay." Fusheng murmured.

He is not a piece of wood, and naturally he knows Jiuye's feelings for him over time.

It's strange, how could I fall in love with someone like him?

……

In Yaowang Valley, Song Hanyun did not go directly to the next training place, but first reported his safety to Lin Xiaoxiao and then began to rest. Lin Xiaoxiao stayed in the valley and chatted with Ye Yuxie and the others.

"Hey, I suddenly remembered that Shen Qiyun's knife. I seemed to have seen a similar one before." Lin Xiaoxiao asked Mu Yingxiao beside her while lying in the rocking chair.

"Ah, I encountered it before during the Mid-Autumn Festival in the Western Continent, Dugu Ping's Ordinary Sword," Mu Ying smiled and recalled, "The Ordinary Sword is mixed with copper, so it should be harder than the Ordinary Sword, but the Ordinary Sword is thicker than the Ordinary Sword. I don't know which one is stronger at the beginning, but judging by their performance, I think both sides should be about the same at their peak."

"Hmm? Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Lin Xiaoxiao sat up. "Is it too late for me to go back and look for it now?"

"Didn't you release the little paper man to follow him?" Mu Yingxiao asked curiously.

"Ah... is that true? I once felt that a very weak mental connection had disappeared. It turned out to be the little paper figure..." Lin Xiaoxiao scratched her head awkwardly, "It's all your fault for not reminding me..."

"Ha~" Mu Yingxiao rolled his eyes and sneered, "Then how are you going to find it now? How long will it take to find it if you search all over the continent?"

Lin Xiaoxiao frowned and thought for a moment, then said, "Hiss... since it's the sword of the King of Nanjiang, he would have gone back to check it out after knowing that Nanjiang had been restored, right? Then we just need to wait, right? I'm so smart~"

"You really want to go fight him?" Mu Yingxiao was stunned for a moment, and said helplessly, "Fan Jian doesn't have much power now. I guess it's not as strong as a normal sword. Half of it would be good."

"Ah? Is that so..." Lin Xiaoxiao said regretfully, "Then we have no choice but to let him go."

As the two chatted, they happily watched Ye Yuxie train Shangguan Nanbei.

……

In the distance of Southern Xinjiang, a young man with a sword on his back was walking in the moonlight, humming an unknown tune. Suddenly, he felt a chill on his back, as if he was being stared at by some ferocious beast.

Fortunately, this feeling soon disappeared.

"Come to think of it... I haven't been back here for a long time," the young man looked around and muttered to himself, "It has really changed a lot... I was really shocked when you said you had restored the country..."

"Fusheng is still alive, even though he's a ghost..." The young man stretched lazily, "I really miss the days when we fought together. We were so young back then~"

"I wonder if the young people today still know my name, the Thousand-Handed Great Saint Dugu Ping..."

Yes, although Lin Xiaoxiao and the others thought that the consciousness controlling the young man's sword was just the sword spirit, in fact, it was not. The one residing in the sword was the real King of Southern Xinjiang Dugu Ping himself.

Before Dugu Ping died, all swords had no life, so Dugu Ping had the opportunity to live in the sword and successfully survived as a soul.

"Oh my, it was really thrilling at that time..." Dugu Ping recalled that the power contained in his soul was too strong at that time, so he almost couldn't squeeze into the ordinary sword, so he has not fully recovered yet.

In order to survive, his soul was damaged a lot, and then he fell into a deep sleep. When he woke up, he was confused again. He couldn't find anything that could effectively restore his soul. It was only recently that he recovered a little, and then he began to collect money for the trip back to southern Xinjiang.

He is now at the Golden Core stage. There are many monsters on the way back to Southern Xinjiang. He dare not go on the road without buying some self-defense items... After all, past experience tells him not to underestimate the things in Southern Xinjiang.

However, Dugu Ping was surprised that he didn't encounter any monsters along the way.

This was mainly because the large group led by Lin Xiaoxiao and Fusheng and others had caused too much trouble in this area before, so the monsters in this area probably didn't dare to come out most of the time.

But these are not “normal times”.

……

At this time, Fusheng led a large army to patrol everywhere.

Although the country was built, the monsters gradually discovered the fact that Lin Xiaoxiao was not there, so they began to riot, especially at night, so Fusheng had to come out from time to time to destroy them.

But today is a bit strange, because there is a figure being chased by a monster. Generally speaking, no one would come to Southern Xinjiang at this time, because Southern Xinjiang has implemented a curfew. At this time, no one would be outside except Fu Sheng and his patrol team.

People who come to Southern Xinjiang should have something to protect their lives, so why are they being hunted down like this?

This is a very good question. Dugu Ping also wanted to know why he was being chased by such a large group of monsters not long after arriving in Southern Xinjiang. Is this some kind of Jianghu hunting order?

Almost. Some of those monsters are old monsters, belonging to the veterans of the monsters in Southern Xinjiang. They have a breath trace passed down from generation to generation, which is copied from the corpses of their ancestors. They have indeed issued a hunting order. The ancestral precepts mention that if you encounter this breath, you must kill it.

Of course, they were not just seeking revenge, but also partly for self-preservation. After all, the person who could scare their ancestors like that must be strong. If they kept that person in southern Xinjiang, how could they survive? Not at all.

Now that the female devil has just left, how can this guy stay in southern Xinjiang safely? Moreover, the man in front of him is only in the Golden Core Stage, so these monsters hit it off and began to work together to hunt down Dugu Ping.

Although Dugu Ping brought a magic weapon for self-defense, it was not enough to face the beast tide, so he could only run away.

But Fusheng came. He saw Dugu Ping at a glance, and his expression almost went out of control after sensing him.

“Could that be…!” Fusheng shouted, commanding the troops, “Quick, stop the beast tide and save that man!”

The beast tide was stopped, and Dugu Ping finally had a chance to catch his breath. He took a few deep breaths, looked up at Fusheng, and smiled, "Hey, long time no see."