Xiuxian Work Log

In the illusion, the young man was lying lazily on the spiritual bed, and spiritual power kept seeping out from the bow of the ship and rushing into the young man's body.

The white fog was so thick that the boy's appearance could not be seen clearly.

The water dragon lay on the formation, and the formation vibrated with every breath it took.

He San opened one eye and saw Amu still digging the soil. He curled his lips, went to the coffin and picked up the cup.

"No wonder our ancestors called you Amu! You're made of wood, and your head is also wooden. It's so fitting!"

Feeling that the giant dragon in the formation was breathing too fast, He San brushed away the spiritual mist on the bed and happened to meet Cui's eyes.

"Sister, your master must have been in trouble. He's so agitated and irritable, it's impossible to ignore him even if you want to."

"So, what exactly happened outside? Can you tell me?"

The spiritual power of the formation was increased by several layers, and He San glared at the innocent Amu.

Cui watched their little movements without any emotion.

"Your friend was crippled by my master, and her family came to seek revenge, and both sides suffered losses. My master asked me to watch over you to prevent you from seeking revenge."

"That's it?" He San stood up immediately and waved his hands quickly.

"How could I, He San, be someone who can't tell right from wrong? Friends are friends. Fu Weisheng must have done something wrong to your master, so your master beat her up."

"Let me out, I will teach her a lesson! Let her give—"

"She didn't hurt the master." Cui interrupted He San, "The master was the first to beat her up. Not only that, all the cultivators who insisted on staying in Qingjing Town were injured or disabled by the master."

"We had already told them to leave, but we didn't expect it would get to the point where they would resort to violence."

"Ah?" He San choked and quickly took out the five-colored mirror to contact Fu Weisheng. Fortunately, this time Fu Weisheng did not pretend not to see it.

Afterwards, Cui could no longer hear any sound from the formation. She looked at the blue sky and white clouds silently, not knowing what she was thinking.

As soon as the call was connected, He San blurted out anxiously.

"Are you okay, sis?"

There was silence for a moment, and then someone spoke.

"not dead."

"Of course I know you're not dead! So how's my brother?"

The girl on the other side walked around the screen and saw the boy who was screaming in agony.

Seeing Fu Weisheng's expressionless face, the young man made a face at her, and the next moment he let out a miserable cry.

"Not dead either."

"very energetic."

Fu Weisheng used the five-colored mirror to transmit Fu Lixu's screams, which made He San's eyes widen.

"Is Lan Tang that powerful? If I go out, won't she beat me to death? Then I'd better stay in the formation."

Fu Weisheng left, returned to his yard, and pushed away the young man who came to him.

"She probably can't beat you now."

He San blinked and said, "Yes!"

"Then I'll go out now!"

He was tired of staying here anyway.

Fu Weisheng reminded him, "You are out now, where are you going to find Hua Cixi?"

The smile on He San's face froze.

"Can't he just come find me himself? My ancestors would just smash his bones one by one with a sword, and then burn his body in heavenly fire for 9981 years."

"Shouldn't he be grateful for such a good thing?"

Fu Weisheng thought about it carefully and answered He San.

"If it were me, I would run too."

So Hua Cixi did nothing wrong. If she was being chased by that madman He San, she would probably have to run away overnight.

"That's right." He San stretched and when he wanted to chat about gossip with Fu Weisheng again, he found that Fu Weisheng had cut off contact.

?

Is friendship only this short-lived? Did Fu Weisheng have a new friend behind his back?

They agreed to be good friends, so why did she find a confidant behind his back?

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Fu Weisheng looked at the five-colored mirror on the ground in silence. The young man with a delicate face picked up the five-colored mirror with a delicate posture and handed it to the expressionless girl.

"Thank you."

"You don't have to thank me, Miss."

The boy's voice was clear and gentle, like wisps of drizzling rain lingering in his ears.

When he looked up, he saw the girl's serious expression, which was slightly discontented. She looked at him and said a word.

"Oh."

You said no.

Fu Weisheng felt the strong beating of his heart. It only took a few days for him to go from being at a loss at the beginning to becoming accustomed to it.

She found that her heart would beat faster whenever she got close to Ji Fuyou, but this beating did not affect her behavior, so she accepted Ji Fuyou staying with her.

Ji Fuyou produced a basket from the side like a magic trick, opened the basket, picked up the plate and held it in front of Fu Weisheng.

"Miss, would you like some pastries? The kitchen made some with spiritual fruit today, so they're very fresh."

Fu Weisheng picked up a piece of cake and took a bite, then suddenly thought of something.

"Are you going to school?"

"I already know those moves."

Ji Fuyou was gifted and succeeded in drawing Qi into the Dao in just one day. Besides practicing cultivation, he practiced sword techniques every day.

But Fu Weisheng saw the other party hanging around in front of her every day.

“Diligence brings success, while laziness leads to failure.”

"You can't go on like this." Fu Weisheng sighed, "I know the Fu family forced you to sign a master-servant contract with me. It's normal to feel unhappy about it."

"I told my parents that I don't need you. After all, I have Qing'er and that's enough for me."

"When you have formed the elixir, and have repaid the Fu family for the cultivation elixir, magic formula, and magic weapon they have given you, you can cancel the contract with me at any time."

The young man lowered his head, and Fu Weisheng couldn't see his expression. He looked straight ahead and was about to leave, but Ji Fuyou stopped him.

Looking back, I saw tears hanging on the boy's eyelashes, about to fall, and he looked heartbroken.

"Miss, do you hate me so much? You can't even let me be your servant?"

"I know I'm just a mortal with no roots and no friends. If it weren't for the young lady, I would have died on the ship long ago."

"No." Fu Weisheng explained, "I'm going to practice. You should go back and practice too!"

After saying that, he was about to leave, but was stopped by Ji Fuyou again.

"Let me practice with you, young lady."

"Huh? All right then."

Fu Weisheng didn't understand why Ji Fuyou needed someone to accompany him when practicing, and he spoke to Ji Fuyou seriously before entering into meditation.

"You have to get used to practicing alone. This is how cultivating immortals works."

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"So what brings you to me for training?"

While eating, Lin Qingyue asked Yang Zishen, who was sitting on the ground with his eyes closed.

Yang Zishen sighed, "Do you think I want to come to your place?"

"Master must have remembered what happened before. His temper has been unpredictable these past few days. He often wakes me up in the middle of the night to spar with me, and he shows no mercy."

"If he challenges me to a duel again today, I'll have to go back to the Sword Sect and hide."

"Will he come?" Lin Qingyue asked.

The two looked at each other with different expressions.