In Zuihua Pavilion, in a small room on the third floor, in front of a dark and smooth jade sandalwood table, Cen Biqing rested her left arm on the table, her chin on her left arm, her beautiful clear eyes staring blankly at a cup of spiritual tea in front of her, watching the white mist slowly floating above the spiritual tea.

She was in a terrible mood, feeling extremely depressed and irritable, so Master Cai Jing only comforted her a little, made her a cup of spiritual tea, and then left.

Master Cai Jing understood that Cen Biqing would not listen to any consolation at this moment, and the more you talked, the more irritated she would become. What she needed most now was to be alone and quiet.

However, at this moment, a clear voice came from outside the small pavilion: "Fairy Qing."

The moment Cen Biqing heard the voice, he sat up straight, and his originally dull eyes suddenly emitted a bright light.

Her shoulders shifted slightly, but she quickly fought the urge to turn around.

After a moment of silence, Cen Biqing's gaze fell on the bright tabletop in front of her, which was so bright that it could reflect her own face. Then she whispered, "I have lost so much face in the Barrow world. Are you here to laugh at me?"

Although there were no footsteps, Cen Biqing could clearly feel that Fang Jian had entered the small pavilion and was getting closer and closer to her.

Cen Biqing's breathing became a little rapid, but she lowered her head even lower, because she felt that she had lost such a big person, and now her face must be full of bad luck.

Fang Jian came to Cen Biqing and saw that the cup of spiritual tea in front of her had cooled down, so he said, "The tea is cold."

After saying that, Fang Jian waved his hand and used his magic power to evaporate the spiritual tea. Then he picked up the teapot and brewed a cup of warm spiritual tea. He placed it in front of Cen Biqing and said, "Drink it while it's hot."

Cen Biqing twisted her hands together and twisted her pretty body unnaturally. Even Fang Jian, who was standing next to her, could feel her entanglement and embarrassment.

But after a few breaths, Cen Biqing gritted her teeth and raised her head, but her gaze shifted away the moment she met Fang Jian's eyes, and then she immediately picked up the teacup with her right hand and took a sip.

It's no wonder that after taking a sip of the warm spiritual tea, Cen Biqing's frustrated and irritable mood suddenly calmed down.

She took a deep breath, then looked up at Fang Jian calmly.

There was no trace of ridicule or sarcasm in Fang Jian's eyes; instead, he was as clear-headed and gentle as ever.

"Give me your Green Bamboo Sword." Fang Jian said to Cen Biqing at this time.

Cen Biqing was startled when he heard this, then he took out the broken bamboo sword and placed it on the table, saying, "It's broken, what do you want it for?"

Fang Jian waved his hand to collect the Green Bamboo Sword fragments, then smiled and said, "You'll know in a couple of days."

After saying that, Fang Jian turned and left the small pavilion. When he reached the door of the small pavilion, he suddenly stopped and turned around. Looking at Cen Biqing who was staring at him with curiosity, he said, "No matter how serious the situation is, it's better to drink tea while it's hot."

After he finished speaking, Fang Jian also left Zuihua Pavilion, leaving Cen Biqing alone. She turned around blankly and looked at the cup of steaming spiritual tea in front of her.

Two days later, Fang Jian came to Zuihua Pavilion again.

This time, Cen Biqing's mood was obviously much better than two days ago. She was sitting in front of the window with Master Cai Jing, admiring the flowers.

Seeing Fang Jian coming, Cen Biqing and Master Cai Jing immediately stood up to greet him and brought a sandalwood chair to the side.

Fang Jian saw the sandalwood chair and smiled, "No need. I have things to do, so I won't sit down."

Cen Biqing smiled and asked, "Why are you here if you don't want to sit down?"

Fang Jian smiled faintly, then raised his palm and flipped it. A flash of fairy light appeared, and then a fairy sword with a clear green body, a restrained edge, and a majestic aura appeared in Fang Jian's hand.

When Cen Biqing saw this magical sword, her eyes widened. Then, with a look of astonishment and uncertainty, she said, "Fang Jian, this... is this my Green Bamboo Sword?"

Fang Jian nodded and said, "Yes, I have repaired it for you. Now it is returned to its original owner."

After saying that, Fang Jian used his magic power to send the repaired Green Bamboo Sword to Cen Biqing.

After Cen Biqing took the Green Bamboo Sword, she felt a heaviness in her hand. Although it was extremely familiar, the terrifying sword power contained in it made her feel a little unfamiliar when she held it in her hand.

"How...is this different?" Cen Biqing said as he injected his spiritual thoughts into the Green Bamboo Sword.

The next moment, Cen Biqing exclaimed, "How could this happen?!"

Cai Jing Zhenren, who was standing by, also looked at the Green Bamboo Sword in Cen Biqing's hand and said, "This... doesn't seem to be a True Immortal-level magic weapon, right?!"

Cen Biqing, who had recovered from his shock, said, "It's the Taiyi Golden Immortal's magic weapon!"

"Ah!" Zhenren Cai Jing immediately covered her lips, then looked at Fang Jian with horror and said, "Zhenren Hong Qing, not only did you help Xiao Qing repair the Green Bamboo Sword, you also upgraded it to a Taiyi Golden Immortal-level magic weapon?"

Fang Jian nodded and smiled, "Yes."

"But how is it possible? You are only at the Golden Immortal level, and you don't know how to refine weapons. How can you upgrade the Green Bamboo Sword to a Taiyi Golden Immortal magic weapon within a few days of training?" Cen Biqing looked at Fang Jian in disbelief with her clear eyes.

Talking about Fang Jian makes me feel a little sad. Why? Because I spent my Dao Qi...

However, Fang Jian naturally couldn't say it directly, so he said, "I have my own wonderful method, but it cannot be passed on to others."

Cen Biqing immediately understood what he said and said, "So that's how it is. I understand."

Master Cai Jing beside him also quickly said: "Master Hong Qing, don't worry, I know nothing."

Fang Jian laughed heartily. Looking at the solemn expressions on the two men's faces, he couldn't help but say, "It's not that serious. You two Daoists can just treat it with a normal attitude."

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