Virtue is abundant

Fuyun Mountain.

Fu Caier's painful cries have disappeared.

True disciple Li Tao stood beside her, with murderous intent on his face, and said sharply:
"Second senior brother is too deceptive."

Fu Caier glanced at him, thought for a while, and gently pulled his sleeve.

"Senior brother, don't blame the second senior brother, he may not know that we are getting engaged."

got engaged.

Yes.

Today my family is here, specifically to ask for my hand in marriage.

etc--

Junior sister Cai'er said she was engaged, did she already agree?

If the courtship is successful, she is his wife.

Can she be ridiculed at will?
She was humiliated, and she had a pretty face?

——How will you gain a foothold in the sect in the future?
Thinking of this, Li Tao's killing intent became stronger.

"Hmph, Junior Sister Cai'er, wait here, I'll go and seek justice for you!"

Without waiting for Fu Cai'er to stop her, he pushed open the door, and flew towards the back mountain in a blink of an eye.

After he left.

Fu Caier waited for a while, and then opened the door and went out.

But I saw an uncle in the Nascent Soul stage standing outside the door.

"I have seen Uncle Master."

Fu Caier quickly saluted.

The uncle hesitated to speak: "Li Tao, he... are you going to form a Taoist couple?"

"Uncle, please don't say that. Brother Li Tao and I have nothing to do with each other," Fu Caier said in a low voice with red eyes, "He just feels unfair for me."

The uncle seemed relieved, straightened his body, and said in a deep voice, "Fang Yuming did something wrong this time."

Fu Cai'er lowered her head weakly: "Maybe I usually ask my uncle for advice on cultivation, but he is not used to it, and thinks there is something wrong with my conduct."

The uncle took two steps and muttered: "This guy himself gives sermons to many junior sisters every day. He hides his lust, but he slanders you, a true seeker of the truth."

"This wind cannot last long."

"Forget it, I'll go there myself."

Fu Caier was taken aback, and quickly waved her hands: "Don't do it."

"Why?" asked the uncle.

"Second Senior Brother is an outstanding talent, I have always admired him, if he hadn't said that about me today, I would have thought——"

She was a little embarrassed and blushed, but in the end she seemed to think of Fang Yuming's words, and her expression became extremely sad again.

The uncle said calmly: "Do you like him?"

"It's gone now, but please ask Uncle Master to let him go. I can bear these things alone." Fu Caier said.

The uncle sighed: "Cai'er, you are just too kind, this is not acceptable."

Before the words fell, he had already rushed to the sky.

Fu Caier was the only one left.

Her eyes were blank, and there was still sadness on her face, but the corners of her mouth had turned up in an imperceptible arc.

……

the other side.

Fangshi.

The head of Fuyun, Bai Zongmang, took two elders and hid in a corner, looking at the Yuelao Pavilion in the distance.

"19 years old, on a blind date?" a Supreme Elder asked doubtfully.

"Aspiring to be a Taoist companion, it's too early. With such a distraction, how can I practice diligently to enlighten the Tao and go straight to Qingyun?"

Another Supreme Elder sighed.

Bai Zongmang was also a little disappointed.

"The road to Qingyun is difficult, so many ordinary people in ancient and modern times have been misled by female sex."

"I think back when I was 19 years old, I forged ahead, practiced with all my strength, defeated all opponents, and became the best in the sect."

"At that age, I never thought of finding a Taoist companion."

The two Supreme Elders couldn't help but nodded slightly after listening to the leader's words.

Fang Yuming.

This son is too impatient!
This kind of character seems to be lacking for the next leader.

"Why don't you think about the other true disciples?"

"That's all."

"Oh, at such a young age, I don't want to make progress, but I am addicted to female sex. From then on, the road to Qingyun is difficult, what a pity, what a pity!"

The three of them felt that their interest was fading, but they saw a flying boat coming from afar, and it stopped in the sky of Fangshi in an instant.

A stunning female cultivator with a sword jumped down, collected the flying boat, and landed on the street.

After a moment of hesitation, she played a messenger talisman.

"Huh? Isn't this Song Qingsi from the Qingcheng Sword Sect?"

The Supreme Elder said casually.

"Yes, she is the No.1 of the younger generation, she is unparalleled in swordsmanship, and it is said that she will soon succeed the next head of Qingcheng." Another elder said.

"It's a pity that our Fuyun Sect doesn't have such a disciple." Bai Zongmang sighed.

While talking, the three of them flew into the sky and left Fangshi.

Song Qingsi looked back.

These three old men were watching me on the street corner just now.

——There should be no malice.

After all, everyone on the street is looking at me.

but--

Where is Fang Yuming?

The door of Yuelao Pavilion opened.

Fang Yuming came out and bowed his hands to Song Qingsi.

Song Qingsi smiled back.

The two exchanged a few words and then walked down the street side by side.

"Fang Daoyou, what difficulties do you have in your practice now?" Song Qingsi asked seriously.

For monks, practice is the best topic.

Everyone is free to discuss.

Wu Xiaode said casually: "What the elders said is very simple, I don't have any problems now, just practice step by step every day."

No problem?

The difficulty of practice is like climbing the road to Qingyun without a ladder.

Is Fang Yuming really so arrogant?

If this is the case, there is no need to eat today's meal.

"You don't mind if I ask a few questions about practice." Song Qingsi said.

"Ask." Wu Xiaode said.

"You are in the Golden Core Dzogchen Realm, how are you going to survive the Infant Transformation Thunder Tribulation?" Song Qingsi said.

"Oh, just fight like that." Wu Xiaode said naturally.

The knowledge and secrets of all realms are in the inheritance of the Human Emperor and Selina.

What is there to think about a mere Thunder Tribulation.

Song Qingsi raised her brows, feeling that this man had a big tone, but he didn't have any intention of showing off, as if he was stating a fact.

Then-

Clang!
Song Qingsi stretched out her hand to draw the sword, bursting out a cold sword energy, which turned into an afterimage.

Afterimages stopped.

Wu Xiaode pressed Song Qingsi's hand with his hand and said lightly:
"Song Daoyou doesn't have any murderous intent on him."

Song Qingsi suddenly laughed.

Her smile was like a snow plum blossom in full bloom in winter, it was so captivating.

——An expert will know if there is one as soon as he makes a move.

His secret sword for close-quarters assassination has killed countless evil cultivators, and no one can stop them.

But he caught it lightly.

I am a monk who transforms gods.

He is Jindan.

Jindan blocks the gods.

Just based on the move just now, it can be determined that he is not a boastful person.

"How about another move?"

Song Qingsi said.

"No need," Wu Xiaode said frankly, "I personally have some experience in combat response, so it may not be fair to you to fight again."

Song Qingsi couldn't help laughing out loud.

With a difference of three years in age and two realms in cultivation, he was afraid that it would be "unfair to you" in a fight.

"Just one move."

she couldn't help saying.

"Come on." Wu Xiaode was helpless.

Three hours have passed.

Only 21 hours left.

If Fang Yuming's fate cannot be changed, he will be obliterated by the law of fate.

In comparison, I would rather fight the demon head-on.

But things have come to this point, we can only go all out.

Cold light flashed.

The clash of long swords resounded through the streets.

The city's law enforcement monks came in a hurry, but they saw a man and a woman in the field holding their hands together and saying:

"Sorry, don't blame me for having itchy hands for a while."

The law enforcement monks were a little angry, but they quickly saw the two clearly.

One is Song Qingsi, cultivator of the Transforming God Sword.

One is Fang Yuming, the true biography of Fuyun.

Take care of the wool.

"Forget it this time, and next time I invite two fellow Taoists to compete outside Fangshi." The law enforcement monk said.

"Thank you." Song Qingsi said.

"Definitely." Wu Xiaode also said.

The law enforcement monks left.

"Boy, your swordsmanship is not bad." Song Qingsi looked at the simple long sword at his waist, and couldn't help but smile.

Yes.

I don't know where this kid learned the sword skills from, but he drew the sword with such momentum.

"I know a little bit, but I'm actually good at close combat."

Wu Xiaode explained.

Song Qingsi saw the knife on his waist again.

"What's the name of the sword?" She asked curiously.

"The sword is named Diepo, the sword is named Huang." Wu Xiaode said.

If he is good at close combat...

It fits well with me.

In terms of practice, there is no need to take school exams, he is very strong.

——During the thunder robbery, it is estimated that you can pass the level only by fighting.

"My sword is named Xiushui." Song Qingsi introduced.

"Good sword." Wu Xiaode praised.

"Of course it's a good sword, and your sword is also very good." Song Qingsi said.

The two looked at each other.

Song Qingsi's heart skipped a beat, and she practiced the formula silently, so that her face could not form a blush.

After walking for a while, the two stopped at a restaurant.

"Eat?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"Okay." Song Qingsi said.

The two found a seat by the window and sat down.

Finish ordering.

Tea was served first while waiting.

Song Qingsi took a sip and sighed: "It's the first time I've eaten alone with a male monk."

"Me too." Wu Xiaode also sighed.

Song Qingsi glared at him.

At this time, she has tested Wu Xiaode's skills, and decided that he is not a boastful person, so she is naturally willing to further associate with him.

After a while, all the dishes ordered were served.

The two of them talked while eating, and became familiar with each other little by little.

When she was about to finish eating, Song Qingsi thought about it, took out a sword manual and handed it to Wu Xiaode.

"Is this the sword technique of your sect?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"What are you thinking about? How dare you spread the secrets of my sect to others? This is a martial arts fighting technique that I learned through a chance encounter." Song Qingsi said.

"Give it to me?"

"Yes, after all, this is a Tao method that leads directly to the stage of divine transformation. You can practice it as a reference. It will be beneficial." Song Qingsi said.

Wu Xiaode read a few pages.

This secret book is really interesting. It talks about melee fighting moves, spells, knives, swords, spears, gourd-like formulas, and nineteen sequential practice methods at various levels of practice.

These are enough to start a sect.

So this is the summary of the Demon Cult's exercises that she snatched from the Holy Land of the Demon Cult when she broke through Wanren Mountain.

"Is that so, I have something for you too." Wu Xiaode said.

He took out a jade slip, put in a sword technique from Renhuang's inheritance corresponding to the peak state of Huashen, and handed it to Song Qingsi.

Song Qingsi swept away her spiritual thoughts and said in surprise: "Swordsmanship!"

After a few glances, she put the jade slips away preciously.

The two were about to continue talking, but they saw one monk after another quickly falling on the street outside.

"Get out, Fang Yuming!"

Li Tao stood on the street, holding a long knife, and shouted angrily.

Following him were seven or eight Fuyun Sect disciples.

Everyone looked eager to try.

Trouble is still coming!

"Your junior brother is so murderous, it seems that he really wants to kill you."

Song Qingsi looked like she was watching a play, and she didn't feel that there was anything to worry about at all.

That Li Tao was only at the initial stage of Jindan, his mana fluctuated in a frivolous way, and there were seven or eight flaws in his sword posture.

I just tried Fang Yueming's method.

With Fang Yueming's strength, killing him is like playing a game.

"There's no way," Wu Xiaode sighed, "When humans evolved, he was missed."

He waved to the street.

"Junior brother, have you eaten? Didn't eat, come to eat."

"Second senior brother stop pretending, how dare you scold Cai'er—"

"What's your business?"

"She is my Taoist companion."

"Bring me the marriage certificate."

"We're getting engaged right away—"

"You bring her here, as long as she agrees to marry you in public, I will apologize immediately, and from then on, I will retreat in the sect to reflect on my mistakes, and it will take 20 years."

20 years is out!
Retreating for 20 years is equivalent to giving up all the power of the sect.

Li Tao was startled, and even his anger subsided a bit.

Wu Xiaode still had a smile all over his face.

Fu Caier would never agree.

If she agrees—

Fang Yuming couldn't leave seclusion for 20 years, so she married Li Tao again.

——Then Fang Yuming's fate has completely changed!
I wish I could do this!
"Is this true?" Li Tao asked.

"No lie, I swear to God." Wu Xiaode said. (end of this chapter)