Si Jiu didn't expect that Shen Xinghe would be gone for three years.
If it weren't for the soul lamp belonging to Shen Xinghe that was still lit, Si Jiu would have been unable to resist going down the mountain to find him.
But in fact, for a monk, three years is sometimes just a period of seclusion.
Of course, Sijiu did not receive the postcard from her beloved baby, whom she was worried about so much. She couldn't even see the real-time monitoring screen of her baby when she turned on the system.
The system says that real-time monitoring also has scope limitations.
If the opponent is too far away, it cannot be captured.
And this far sometimes does not only refer to the distance, it is more likely that Shen Xinghe is in the secret realm.
Sijiu was helpless and had to give up.
I had nothing to do, so I traveled around the nine peaks of Qingyue Mountain in the past three years and became more familiar with several of my senior brothers and sisters.
Her old injury flared up a couple of days ago and she's been feeling very sick.
Her old father, Sect Leader Cang Huan, was worried about her, so he sent the seventh peak master, Fu Cha Yuan Jun, to take care of her.
In fact, there was nothing to take care of. Li Chengyun was in charge of all the affairs of the Ninth Peak. He handled everything in an orderly manner and served his master with all his heart. There was no need to worry about Fu Cha Yuanjun at all.
Fucha Yuanjun was in Guanghan Palace. Every day he either played with cats and dogs (bushi), or ran to the peak in the back mountain that connected to the forbidden area. He would run there for the whole day and was gone. He was having a lot of fun.
Sometimes she would bring back some strange things, and she looked very eager to roast them for Sijiu to eat.
Looking at those strange-looking beasts, Si Jiu was deeply moved but then rejected her, which made Fu Cha Yuan Jun very disappointed.
"Xiaojiu, there's nothing interesting in your back mountain. Perhaps you've heard of Duanshe Cliff?"
Seventh Senior Sister was wearing a wide-sleeved green robe that was completely out of tune with the color of everyone else in Qingyue Mountain. She had never worn a woman's bun on her head, but instead had a man's bun tied with a bamboo crown and a bamboo hairpin inserted in it. She looked elegant and simple... and indeed simple.
As everyone knows, Fucha Yuanjun was extremely poor.
All her spirit stones were not enough to compensate for the trouble she caused (basically going to the treasured lands of major sects to capture other people's spirit beasts).
Of course, she could also shamelessly refuse to pay the debt. If she refused to compensate, no one would be able to do anything to her, because she was the third-best swordsman.
However, Fucha Yuanjun considered himself a cultivator with great style and would not do anything shameless.
Si Jiu really couldn't understand where her obsession with catching and roasting spirit beasts came from.
As soon as I heard her "malicious" tone, I knew what she was planning.
"No. I've loved you, but we won't date you."
Fucha Yuanjun: "...Xiaojiu, don't be so cold and heartless."
The cup-serving officer remained unmoved.
She felt bad, she felt wronged, and she missed her baby.
She didn't want to embark on any forbidden journey with her barbecue-crazy Seventh Senior Sister.
Fu Cha was very disappointed and sighed deeply, "You stay stuck in this yard all day. Aren't you afraid of mushrooms growing there? Come with me. Yesterday I found a very cute spirit beast near that place that I've never seen before.
But maybe he was too timid, and he ran away before I could see clearly.
Judging from the direction, it is heading towards Duanshe Cliff.
I must catch it today."
Just as she finished speaking, she saw her little Jiu lying down on the beauty bed, turning over with his back to her, and snoring in his sleep.
Fucha Yuanjun: “…”
Hearing the footsteps of Seventh Senior Sister gradually fading away, Si Jiu opened his eyes, but was too lazy to get up.
Three years, no, three years and 21 days.
Is he lost? Did he run away?
Am I not good enough to him?
[Son, if your brother comes back, I will treat him better.]
The sound of very light footsteps was heard again, and Si Jiu was speechless.
"Seventh Senior Sister, I really fell asleep. Go by yourself. I wish you success."
A strange yet familiar voice came from behind, gently falling into Si Jiu's ears.
"Master."
"I'm back."
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