Writing a thesis in the world of cultivating immortals

Fusu fiddled with the rattle a few times, and then threw it back on the bed in boredom. He walked to the cabinet and saw that there were many small porcelain bottles on it. There were no labels on the porcelain bottles, and the rows of bottles looked nothing the difference.

Fusu picked up a small porcelain bottle and probed carefully. When he was about to open the small porcelain bottle, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a small pattern on the counter under the porcelain bottle from the corner of his eye.

He put the porcelain bottle aside and looked at the lines curiously. The lines stretched all the way to the bottom of other porcelain bottles. Fusu simply removed the other small bottles, and the lines on the ground were connected like a rectangle.

Fusu took the hairpin on his head and jumped away along the lines, and there was a small hidden compartment inside.

There is a withered flower and a jade pendant in the dark cell.

Fusu looked at the jade pendant and frowned slightly. He took the jade pendant in his hand and looked at the jade pendant carefully. It was exactly the same.

Wei Jie approached, and he paused when he saw the jade pendant in Fusu's hand.Fusu looked at Wei Jie suspiciously, only to see that Wei Jie's brows were slightly frowned, and his face was serious.

"Where did you get this jade pendant?"

Fu Su was startled, he looked at Wei Jie, and then said: "I found a man at the foot of the mountain when I went out to play. The man was seriously injured. This jade pendant was given to me by him before he died. Let me save someone. What's wrong?"

Fu Su took the jade pendant and said in a deep voice, "This is the jade pendant of Liao Junjie, Elder Qingfuya of Xuantian Sword Sect."

Liao Junjie?

Fusu looked at Wei Jie suspiciously, didn't he just go to Junze Village to look for Liao Junjie?

"Elder Liao is free and unrestrained. Although he is the owner of Qingfeng Cliff, he spends most of his time traveling abroad. A year ago, the elder returned to the mountain and stayed for a few days before leaving the Zongfu. He has not been heard from since then."

"Then what happened to the other jade pendant?"

Jade pendants have duplicates, as long as the technique is superb, many of the same ones can be made, but the aura on the jade is exactly the same, obviously a pair of jade pendants.

Fusu remembered the woman that Gongling saw in the city lord's mansion that day, and the jade pendant was tied around the woman's waist.

Fusu put the jade pendant back to its original place and put the porcelain vase back in place. He looked at Wei Jie and said in a deep voice, "Let's go out first."

Wei Jie nodded, and the two turned around one after the other and left the secret room.

After leaving Qiu Gaojie's yard, the two walked side by side in the garden, surrounded by bright lanterns, and the lake was even more beautiful.The night was cold, and there was no one around, except for the sound of the wind, there were two people's footsteps.

Fusu glanced at Wei Jie out of the corner of his eye, and saw that he lowered his eyebrows in thought, as if he was thinking about something.

"Fellow Daoist Wei...you don't have to worry too much, Elder Liao has a superb cultivation base, he will be safe..."

Before Fusu could finish speaking, Wei Jie suddenly turned around and looked at him. Both sides of the road were filled with bright lanterns, full of flowers, which made him very handsome.He looked at him with twinkling stars in his eyes.

The two looked at each other, Fusu became nervous for no reason, he stared at Wei Jie in a daze, he felt his eyes were sore, and his heart was agitated.

Wei Jie stretched out his hand and gently rubbed his head. He looked at it and said softly; "Go back."

Fusu froze for a moment, then subconsciously nodded, Wei Jie moved his hand away and left straight away.

Fusu looked at his back and realized belatedly that they had walked back to Nangongzui's courtyard.

Fusu held his face in both hands, and exhaled softly, his face was so hot, could it be that he had a fever...

When Fusu came back to the house, there was silence. Obviously none of them came back, and Fusu didn't light the lamp. He sat on the chair in front of the window and closed the curtain to doze off.

Recalling what happened today in his mind, Fusu felt a sense of loss.

At this time, the moonlight was just right, and the cold moonlight shone into the room through the window, bringing a desolate feeling in the room. Fusu sat in front of the window, sleepless all night.

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Early the next morning, the sky began to rain patteringly, and the rain continued to fall continuously until it turned into a downpour at noon.

Nangongzui has not come back yet, Fusu is sitting in the room bored.

He put down the book in his hand, opened the door and went outside,

At this time, the rain was still falling, with no sign of stopping.

He took the umbrella on the side and propped it up, and walked slowly along the road.

It rained one morning, and there were fallen flower petals everywhere in the flower beds by the roadside, and there was a faint fragrance of grass and trees in the air.It was raining heavily, and along the way, the rain splashed on the ground gradually wet his clothes, and the rain also flew in obliquely on his body.

Rain always gives people a pleasant feeling. Walking in the rain, the mood gradually becomes brisk and joyful.

Fusu was walking, Xiuzhu came slowly from the opposite side with an umbrella, he was obviously taken aback when he saw Fusu, and then walked up quickly.Fusu looked at Xiuzhu who was walking in front of him, and looked at him suspiciously.

With a sullen face, Xiuzhu took out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe off the rain on Fusu's face, and said sharply: "It's raining, young master, hurry back."

Fusu pursed his mouth bored when he heard the words, Xiuzhu is good at everything, just like an old woman.

Under Xiuzhu's gloomy expression, Fusu turned helplessly and walked towards the way she came from.

The two returned to the courtyard, Xiuzhu ordered the maid to prepare hot water, and then wiped his face with a hot towel.

After he finished, Fu Su asked, "How's the investigation going?"

Xiuzhu put down the towel, looked at Fusu, and said in a deep voice: "Qiu Gaojie served Luo Shushan as his disciple 18 years ago, and Luo Shushan was the daughter of Luo Xiao in Junze Village, and her father was a man in the village. She gave birth to a daughter when she was unmarried. Not long after the man died due to hunting, the city lord took a fancy to Luo Xiao. After that, Luo Xiao and his daughter moved into the city lord's mansion. Luo Xiao committed suicide not long after. Not long after, Qiu Gaojie took Luo Shushan back to Zhiting Island and took back his disciples.

Qiu Gaojie was obsessed with medicine, and he was in the pharmacy all year round. Luo Shushan was always with him. What they did during this time, there is nowhere to find out.However, it was rumored that Luo Shushan died because he broke into a forbidden area and fell off a cliff, but this was all said by Qiu Gaojie alone and no one else saw it. "

"Then what happened to Qiu Gaojie during this time?"

Xiu Zhu replied: "Qiu Gaojie has been in the pharmacy all year round, and he has only recently left Zhiting Island."

Just as the two were saying this, the door was suddenly pushed open, and Nangong Zui walked in with a tired face.Seeing that both of them were there, he was puzzled for a moment.

Fusu told him about the matter, Nangong Zui obediently lay down on the table.

"Actually, I don't have much memory about my senior sister. Although it is rumored that the master loves me more, in fact, I don't get along with the master very much. The master takes the senior sister all the year round and teaches the mentor sister himself. The senior sister has a withdrawn personality. She doesn't like to laugh or laugh. Talkative, we don't have much communication."

Fusu brought him a cup of hot tea, but Nangong Zui still had no energy while holding the tea.

Nangong Zui drank the tea, exhaled comfortably, and said: "The medicine is already on the horizon, I hope it can catch up."

Fusu nodded and looked out of the window, the rain has become lighter.

Nangong Zui looked at the wetness on Fusu's body, he thought for a while and then smiled and said: "By the way, Fusu, there is a hot spring in the back mountain of Zhiting Island, few people go there on weekdays, if you are interested, You can go to play."

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Hearing this, Fusu looked at Nangong Zui with interest.

Nangong Zui smiled and said, "I'll write you the address when the rain stops. It just so happens that you should change your makeup too. Go and clean it, and I'll do it for you again."

After Nangong Zui finished speaking, he yawned and walked towards the cabinet, Fusu looked out of the window expectantly, expecting the rain to stop soon.

The rain was falling, and the sky gradually darkened before it stopped. Fusu followed Nan Gongzui's instructions and walked all the way to the back mountain.

The back hill of Zhiting Island is full of lush trees, and the air is full of the fragrance of trees and soil.

Fusu walked for a while, and saw a beautiful scene in front of him from a distance. He walked closer and saw a flat ground full of flowers of various colors. The flowers were in full bloom, and rainwater was hanging on the petals, and occasionally raindrops fell. Make a small sound on the ground.

In the middle is a small hot spring that is steaming and has fallen petals on the water.

Fusu approached the hot spring, squatted down, and gently dipped his hands into the water. The warm water filled his fingers, bringing a burst of warmth.

Standing on the bank, Fusu took off his clothes and walked slowly into the hot spring.

When the spring water overflowed his body, he sighed comfortably, and the tiredness of several days disappeared in the warm spring water.

Fusu raised his hand and put down the forehead protector, revealing the red marks inside, his unbound black hair scattered in the water, and a few strands of hair hung down on his fair skin.

He gently closed his eyes, his long eyelashes were slightly wet with water vapor, his red lips were slightly parted, and the red mark between his eyebrows was even more alluring under the reflection of his black hair.

Fusu was dozing off with his eyes closed, when there was a faint sound of footsteps behind him, and the familiar breath wafted in the air.

Fusu froze for a moment, then suddenly opened his eyes, the peach blossom eyes that were stained with water vapor were full of bewilderment.

The steaming heat slowly rose, blurring his vision.

The sound of footsteps behind him approached slowly, Fusu reacted and quickly picked up the red dress next to him and put it on. The spring water rippled with his movements, and the petals on the water surface danced together.

The red clothes fell into the water, and the color gradually became darker.

Fusu was about to leave step by step, when a pair of strong hands suddenly encircled him, he could clearly feel the warm breath of the person behind him, he froze in place, his eyes were full of helplessness, his hands tightly gripping his clothes hold.

The man behind him hugged him, and a hoarse and deep voice came from beside his ear: "Master"

In a daze, Fusu remembered the scars all over his body when he first met that child many years ago, and his small face was full of unwillingness. He asked him, "Would you like to come with me?"

He says

'it is good'

So he took him by his side, warmed him, watched the smile in his eyes increase little by little, and listened to his childish and soft voice calling "Master" over and over again

What he likes most is lying on the peach tree, watching him practice seriously with a small wooden sword, clumsily again and again.At that time, the peach blossoms were all over the sky, and the sky and the earth were beautiful, and time seemed to stop there.

The heat in front of his eyes was hazy, and there seemed to be only two people in the world. He seemed to hear that immature voice overlapped with the hoarse and deep voice behind him, and he called softly:

"master"

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