Recognized by the Immortal Lord!
As the soul fire devoured the demon bird, the huge bird in the sky suddenly fell down. Jian Zhen was unable to dodge and was covered by the huge bloody wings. His whole body was stained with the bloody smell of the demon bird.
The Wang brothers, who were hiding behind a rock not far away, were startled and screamed.
A voice came from far away in the sky.
Indifferent, indifferent, as if looking at an ant, wrapped in a layer of lazy disgust.
“It’s really noisy.”
As soon as the words fell, a blazing soul fire began to burn on the bodies of the two brothers behind the stone. The flame burned very quickly, like a ferocious beast biting its prey tightly and killing it with one blow. The two brothers who were just scheming against others were silent in an instant.
All around was quiet.
The man in black standing on the ground had his robe trimmed with gold thread, the corners of his clothes fluttering in the cold wind. The air was filled with a faint smell of blood. The man had an unparalleled handsome appearance, but there was indifference and danger between his brows.
The demon bird had already died.
The two brothers were speechless. They looked at the man in black clothes not far away in extreme horror and kowtowed continuously in an attempt to save their lives.
Ye Jisheng said: "I want to ask you, were there only two of you here just now?"
After hearing this, Wang Can didn't even have time to be afraid. An extremely strong desire to survive rose up in his heart. The burning of the soul fire almost drowned him. He pointed at the corpse of the demon bird.
Ye Jisheng's gaze fell on the demon bird.
Jian Zhen, who was pressed under the magic bird, was surrounded by the blood and breath of the wings. The blood of the magic bird was very fishy and smelly, it was really going to kill her!
Ye Jisheng walked over slowly. His steps were extremely slow, but could not be ignored. He seemed to be strolling in his own back garden. He had the aura of a strong man, but to others, it seemed that every step he took was a step to hell.
Just as he was about to approach the demon bird.
A figure rolled out from behind the magic bird!
The frail figure, covered in dust and in disarray, collapsed on the ground. Yu knelt and said, "Thank you very much for saving us, master. We will always remember your great kindness!"
Ye Jisheng paused, and the atmosphere around him changed almost instantly.
Others may not feel it.
Only Jian Zhen knew that he was in a bad mood and even had murderous intent for a moment.
quite a while.
An extremely cold smile fell.
Ye Jisheng half raised his eyes, his gaze fell on the young man lying on the ground, and said in a light tone: "The ninth prince of the demon clan."
Yu trembled all over and lowered his head and said, "It's me..."
In the past, he had heard of the name of the Demon God in the royal family.
The only divine body in the world.
He is bloodthirsty, murderous, and extremely dangerous.
Although half of his power was sealed due to the God-Slaying Formation, he is still the strongest being in the Three Realms.
But rumors were just rumors after all, and seeing is believing. Now that he had seen it with his own eyes, he truly felt the horror of the demon god, and he even felt weak all over in front of him.
Ye Jisheng asked: "It was you who fought with the demon bird just now?"
Yu nodded: "Exactly."
Ye Jisheng's red eyes fell on him, with the pressure and judgment of a person who has always been in a superior position, and he opened his mouth: "You were originally a mulberry tree that was transformed into a human form?"
He just felt the power of the grass system. He was most familiar with this kind of energy, which was why he came here.
Yu knelt there and said respectfully as much as he could: "Yes, I am the ninth prince of the demon clan... Baiye Yu, I greet the Demon Lord, thank you for your help just now."
Ye Jisheng looked down at him, his attitude not changing at all because of his status. When he wasn't smiling, the man was wrapped in a cold and murderous aura, like a dark fog that would not dissipate for thousands of years. He said indifferently: "No need, I didn't do this for you."
Yu's whole body froze, but he still said with a stiff face: "No matter what, I will always remember the great kindness of the Demon Lord, and I will definitely repay it in the future!"
Ye Jisheng's red eyes were cold and ruthless, and he curled his lips in a mocking manner: "The demon clan's royal family is in turmoil, and the eldest prince is in power. How are you going to repay it?"
The words fell.
The man kneeling on the ground curled his hands tightly at his sides. The disheveled young man spoke softly, "I will study hard and practice hard. The eldest prince's lineage killed my mother and brother. I will avenge them!"
Ye Jisheng listened indifferently, turned around and was about to leave.
Yu raised his head and said, "My eldest brother has always been close to the immortals and wanted to harm the Demon Lord. I am different. If I were to take charge of the demon clan one day, I would definitely be on good terms with the demon clan and would not have any second thoughts!"
After the words were spoken, all around fell silent.
After hearing this, Jian Zhen, who was pressed under the magic bird, sighed.
Brother Yu, you are confused!
Ye Jisheng is not the kind of person who would just leave everything to fate!
really--
A very light laugh was heard not far away, full of disdain. If it were a good condition that an ordinary person would gladly accept, it would seem insignificant in the face of a sufficiently powerful force.
Ye Jisheng's black robe slid across the bloody lawn. He said calmly, "When you succeed in becoming the demon king, come and show your loyalty to me."
The valley was filled with fog, and the young man kneeling on the ground looked miserable.
The pressure from the devil god permeated the surroundings, making it difficult for everyone around to breathe.
Yu tried his best not to fall to his knees. With cold sweat on his forehead, he said, "I will prove it to you."
The valley returned to silence again.
Ye Jisheng's figure disappeared, and Yu, who was holding on to his last breath, fell to the ground. It seemed as if all his strength had been drained away from his body, and he was still immersed in fear of the demon's power.
The demon bird was almost fainted from being crushed and Jian Zhen had no strength left.
It took Yu a long time to finally get up, and then he tried his best to pry open the corpse of the magic bird and drag out the half-dead Jian Zhen.
Jian Zhen's body was half covered in the blood of the magic bird and was filled with the fishy scent of the magic bird.
Yu asked him, "Are you okay?"
Jian Zhen was hit and felt sore all over. She shook her head weakly and said, "Where are Wang Can and the others?"
Yu turned his head and looked at the stone not far away. The two brothers had already been devoured by the soul fire of the Demon Lord, so he said: "You don't have to worry about their life or death. If the Demon Lord hadn't happened to pass by just now, you would have been killed by those two!"
Jian Zhen also roughly understood who pushed her.
When it was still a small grass and stayed beside the demon god, Ye Jisheng always teased it, saying that it did not understand the wickedness of human nature and that it would suffer if it acted too early. Unexpectedly, his words came true.
Yu's hands were still shaking: "The Demon Lord... just came and saved us."
Seeing how scared he was, Jian Zhen patted his shoulder with pity.
Young man, I understand how you feel.
After all, when it first regained consciousness, it was also scared like this!
Seeing Jian Zhen's miserable appearance, Yu finally said, "Let's find a place to rest first. You should wash yourself, don't you mind the stink?"
Jian Zhen nodded and said, "Dislike."
Yu was curious: "Then you..."
"Because," Jian Zhen looked at him honestly and said crisply, "I'm already so smelly that I can't feel anything."
feather:"……"
Because the devil had been here, all the monsters and vines in the Misty Forest, no matter how big or small, didn't dare to come out and cause trouble. For a moment, Jian Zhen and Yu Jing were extremely safe and there was no danger at all.
Night slowly falls.
They finally found a riverbank. Jian Zhen washed his body with clean water downstream. The thick blood of the demon bird made him feel nauseous. He dry-heaved a few times but couldn't vomit anything.
On the way back, Yu was sitting by the riverside grilling fish, and when he saw that he looked pale, he asked, "What's wrong?"
Jian Zhen gently shook her head, covered her stomach and said, "I feel a little nauseous."
Yu asked worriedly, "Is he scared by the demon bird?"
Jian Zhen sat down on the pile of stones opposite him, the moonlight falling on his shoulders. He had just finished a bath and rolled up his sleeves, revealing his fair and slender arms. He spoke softly and glared at him angrily: "I'm not that timid!"
In Ye Jisheng's illusion, there were corpses floating everywhere.
Although it was also frightened at the time, compared to that scene, today's bird is really nothing.
Yu smiled lightly, thinking that he was just showing off: "When we get to Fuling Mountain, you should ask the pharmacist to check your pulse. You can't be careless about your health."
Jane really nodded and said, "Okay."
Yu was still worried: "Besides feeling nauseous, are you feeling uncomfortable in any other way?"
Jian Zhen thought about it seriously, then looked at Yu, covered her stomach and said honestly: "I'm still a little hungry."
feather:"……"
He handed the grilled fish to him with a helpless look on his face. He was relieved to see Jian really taking it and eating it quietly and obediently without even any complaints. This person always seemed so pure and open-minded, making him appear dark, selfish, and full of deceptions.
After taking two bites of the fish, Jian Zhen's cheeks puffed up. She looked at the silent Yu in confusion and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
"Brother Jian..." Yu had a lot of wounds all over his body. He curled his hands and said, "You knew everything about me during the day."
Jane really nodded and said, "Yeah."
Yu asked: "You don't blame me?"
Jian Zhen blinked in confusion, his figure reflected in her clear eyes, and asked, "Why do you blame me?"
Yu hesitated for a moment, then mustered up the courage to say, "I concealed my identity and lied to you. It's my fault. It's not that I don't want to tell you, but I'm in a difficult situation now and I'm afraid of putting you in danger."
Jian Zhen finally understood what he meant, and smiled, "Oh, about this matter, I'm not mad at you."
Yu asked: "Really?"
Jian Zhen nodded: "Yeah!"
Yu breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't expect Jian Zhen to be so casual. But he didn't expect -
The young man with red lips and white teeth sitting opposite said with curved eyebrows: "Because I am also hiding something from you, so we are even."
feather:"……"
I see.
However, as a prince of the demon clan, he has seen and experienced enough things over the years.
Yu Qing smiled and said, "It's okay. It's right for you to be reserved when traveling in the martial arts world. Brother Jian, after going through all this, we can be considered friends of life and death. No matter who we were in the past, we will be friends from now on!"
Jane never thought that she could actually make friends.
The young man thought for a moment, picked up the fish and clinked it with his mouth, signaling: "Fish instead of wine, cheers!"
Under the moonlight, the boy's eyes are bright. Even though he is covered in dust, it still can't hide his high-spirited eyes and his inextinguishable vitality.
Yu's heart moved slightly, he reached out and touched the fish with him, and said with a smile: "Done."
The road to Fuling Mountain after leaving the Misty Forest was not easy to travel. It took almost two months to go back and forth. It was not until the summer that Jian Zhen and Yu finally arrived at the foot of the demon clan's Fuling Mountain. The whole mountain was towering into the clouds and lush and green. The steps leading up the mountain seemed to have no end, and there were many people coming and going.
Jian Zhen and Yu received their disciple cards and were waiting for the entrance inspection.
Fuling Mountain is the largest holy mountain for cultivation of the demon race. The greatest wish of all the demons in the Three Realms is to be able to practice here, but not everyone can be selected and needs to take an exam to be judged.
When Jian Zhen and Yu were standing in the team, they heard people talking behind them:
"After a hundred years of waiting, Fuling Mountain is finally recruiting new members."
“I lost the election last time.”
"I heard that the Fuling Mountain martial arts competition will even invite the immortals of the immortal race to watch!"
"Is it the Immortal Lord Wangyou who is extremely advanced in Taoism and is known as the best swordsman in the world?"
"Yes, if I can't be selected, it would be good even if I can meet the Immortal Lord."
"Normally we would never see such a person in our lifetime of practice."
“It was really worth the trip!”
These words reached the ears of the two people in front without missing a word.
Jian Zhen's whole body was a little stiff as he held the disciple card. They said that the Three Realms were very small, but now he really began to doubt Cao Sheng. Wasn't it said that it would be difficult to encounter one in a lifetime? Why could he encounter one wherever he went?
Seeing his expression, Yu smiled and said, "Is your wish to see the Immortal Lord as well?"
Jian Zhen came back to her senses and answered honestly, "Actually... not really."
After all, they have met many times in the hundred years in the fairy mountain!
And it’s not that I’m afraid, I just don’t know how to face the Immortal Lord.
Yu patted his shoulder and said, "Don't worry, as long as we get through the election, we will definitely have a chance."
Jian Zhen: “…”
He really didn’t! !
The first test for a group of disciples is to pass through the water mirror at the mountain gate. This mirror is not an ordinary mirror like the one in Tianshui City. This mirror is the supreme spiritual treasure of the demon clan. Any demon clan member passing through the mirror gate will reveal his original form. It is also the first hurdle for the demon clan’s grouped disciples.
People kept passing by in front.
The demon elder sitting in front of the mirror took a look and divided them into groups: "Beast tribe, middle and lower level talents, give them the Earth Spirit Card."
Another demon was standing in front of the water mirror.
A lake of water appeared in the mirror, which was formed by cultivation in a water-attributed pond.
The elder said: "Water Tribe, mid-level talent, give the water spirit tablet."
Based on this analogy, more and more disciples took the cards, and some disciples did not pass the talent test and went down the mountain. Yu stood behind Jian Zhen and said, "The disciples of Fuling Mountain are divided according to the order of gold, wood, water, fire and earth. People from different groups have different methods of cultivation. You and I are both plant-shaped, so we should be Wood Spirit Cards."
Jian Zhen nodded and said, "I understand."
What I didn’t expect was that a water mirror would be used here.
This water mirror is obviously much more advanced than the one in Tianshui City. Will it be able to reflect his prototype? But there are many disciples coming and going, and there are also plants with grass as their prototype. It shouldn't be that easy to find, right?
The disciple in front called out, "Next!"
When Jian Zhen saw that it was his turn, he stepped forward and handed the sign in his hand to his disciple.
The disciple glanced at the wooden plaque with some disdain. The wooden plaque would usually record the family background and status of the disciples participating in the audition. A little demon like Jian Zhen, who had no background, was usually at the bottom of the status list.
The elder looked at the wooden sign without even bothering to look up, and just said, "Stand in front of the water mirror."
Jian Zhen took a deep breath and comforted herself that she was just taking a picture of the appearance of grass. Don't be afraid, little grass, be brave and don't be afraid of difficulties!
In full view of the public.
A handsome and plain-dressed young man stood in front of the water mirror. The highest-level water mirror of the demon clan shook, and the shadow of a small grass first appeared on the round and smooth mirror, but it shattered in an instant, revealing a blurry figure of a young boy. However, the figure of the young boy quickly disappeared and was replaced by a blurry shadow.
Several mirror images flickered back and forth before finally settling into a cloud of mist.
No one can see what is behind the clouds.
The water mirror actually made a loud buzzing sound, shocking the elder so much that he sat up from his chair. At the same time, cracks appeared on the water mirror, and it seemed like it was about to split into two!
Jane was really shocked.
Just when everyone was at a loss and in a panic, a stream of spiritual energy descended from the sky. This power was gentle and mellow, and it tightly covered the water mirror, isolating it from the outside world and protecting the water mirror. However, the power was also extremely strong, and the ripples it caused pushed everyone around back a few steps.
Everyone was a little frightened.
Only Jian Zhen, who felt this power, became nervous, if for no other reason than that he was too familiar with this spiritual energy. This was its other owner.
really--
The elder's voice sounded: "Greetings to the Sect Master, greetings to the Immortal Lord!"
Jian Zhen felt relieved. As expected, she was right. It was really the Immortal Lord. It seemed that she had caused trouble for him. However, whoever raised the grass should clean up the mess. She shouldn't blame him... right?
Countless thoughts flashed through a certain grass's mind.
Then I heard a gentle and elegant voice not far away: "What happened?"
Fu Changhuan was dressed in brocade clothes, with his black hair draped behind him, but he was meticulous in every detail. He stood on the high platform, as cold and pure as the snow on the sacred mountain that had not melted for thousands of years. When his gaze fell, everyone unconsciously felt respect and awe in their hearts. The Immortal Lord of the Three Realms was as noble as dust.
The elder immediately pointed at Jian Zhen who was trying to reduce his presence in the corner and said, "It was that disciple who stood in front of the water mirror and caused it to move suddenly!"
In an instant, everyone's eyes fell over.
Jian Zhen's little head lowered unconsciously, wishing she was a quail, and silently said in her heart, it has nothing to do with the grass, you can't see me, you can't see me...
The headmaster said, "Raise your head."
Invisible pressure descended in an instant, and a large number of the surrounding demon clan members knelt down.
Ordinary grasses simply could not withstand the pressure from the demons above the Mahayana stage. Those with lower cultivation would probably vomit blood on the spot. Jian Zhen also felt the pressure all over his body, and he groaned in pain, unable to bear it.
Almost out loud.
A stream of spiritual energy gently lifted his body up, and suddenly all the pressure on his body was dissipated.
Fu Changhuan put down his hand and said in a cold tone: "He is just an ordinary disciple. Why does the master have to be like this?"
The head of the sect was slightly surprised. He did not expect that the Immortal Venerable would take action for an unknown disciple. However, he was an old fox, so he quickly smiled and said, "The Immortal Venerable is right. You all should get up."
The other monsters were still immersed in the pressure just now and could not move.
Jian Zhen raised his head. Fu Changhuan was standing on the high steps and looking at him. The midday sun was hot, and the sunlight shone through the gaps between the tree shadows onto the shoulders of the young man. He was wearing plain clothes, black hair with a wooden hairpin, and his round eyes on his handsome face seemed to gather a little light. He had a clean temperament, and when he looked at him, he was like a new bud emerging from the water, soft and lovely.
Fu Changhuan stared at him for a moment and asked, "What's your name?"
The young man in the audience said softly, "Jian Zhen."
"True." Fu Changhuan read the word, savoring it like a jade bead, and said calmly, "The great way is simplicity, returning to the original simplicity, it's a good name."
Most people, if praised like this by the Immortal Lord, would certainly sense the implicit appreciation in the compliments and quickly pick up the topic to extend it.
Only Jane Zhen remained motionless.
As everyone waited to see how he would take advantage of this opportunity to get involved, the young man blinked his eyes, nodded obediently to accept the compliment, and smiled: "Thank you."
Everyone: “…”
The air was deathly silent.
The elder of the demon clan said: "Master, Immortal Venerable, this water mirror suddenly became strange, what's the problem..."
The head of the sect was also an old hand, and his water mirror had never had any problems in tens of millions of years. His eyes naturally fell on Jian Zhen who was not far away, but before he could open his mouth -
Fu Changhuan said, "There have been many unusual movements at Wanmie Mountain recently, which have affected many natural spiritual treasures. I also felt the aura of Wanmie Mountain on the water mirror just now. It has nothing to do with this disciple. Send someone to send the water mirror back and summon the masters of each peak to open the dust purification formation to clear the obstacles for the water mirror."
The words were spoken calmly and calmly, but convincingly.
The head of the sect bowed and said, "Thank you for your guidance, Immortal Venerable. I will send someone to do it right away."
The elder asked, "Master, what about these disciples..."
The head of the sect calmly arranged, "Those who have passed the selection will be settled in the disciple room inside the mountain. Those who have not passed the selection are requested to go down the mountain and settle down. After the water mirror is restored, Fuling Mountain will issue a notice to invite you to come again."
The elder immediately accepted the order. Although the other monsters behind the mountain felt regretful, they all accepted the order.
The matter is now settled.
The head of the sect leaned over and invited, "Please follow me to the Fuling Hall to rest for a while."
Fu Changhuan withdrew his gaze from everyone. Jian Zhen didn't know if it was an illusion, but the gaze paused on him for a moment, but in the end he turned around and said to the headmaster: "Thank you."
Only after the big guys left did the young disciples who were standing there breathe a sigh of relief.
The aura of those in power, which was intimidating without them even showing any intentional pressure, still made these fledgling disciples feel fear and daunted.
Only Jian Zhen is still out of the situation.
Yu squeezed through the crowd and took his hand, asking worriedly, "Are you okay?"
Jane Zhen shook her head gently.
Yu looked at his absent-minded appearance and said: "Are you scared? Don't worry, the Immortal Venerable said that it was the cause of Wanmie Mountain, it's not your fault. The head master is a reasonable person and will not blame you."
Jane really said that this was not what he was worried about!
just……
Did the Immortal Lord recognize him?
However, the Immortal Venerable has never seen his human form before, so he probably wouldn't be able to recognize him.
Yu held his hand and said, "I'm behind you. You haven't been selected yet. You've been selected. They will take you to the disciple room in a while. I can't follow you. You must be careful, understand?"
Jian Zhen nodded and said obediently, "I know."
feather:"……"
It's strange. Although I'm worried, seeing how heartless he is makes me feel like my worry is in vain!
Very quickly.
All the disciples were evacuated and arranged. As expected, Jian Zhen received the Wood Spirit Department's badge and lined up in the Wood Spirit Department crowd. The senior brother in front arranged food and accommodation for each of them. After the eldest senior brother led everyone to the temporary disciples' place and left, many people from the Wood Spirit Department surrounded him.
Everyone wanted to ask about what happened with the water mirror just now.
But Jian Zhen didn't know anything when asked, just like an idiot. Everyone felt bored and left.
evening.
It is time for the disciples to go to the mountain cafeteria to get their meals.
Jian Zhen followed the crowd to the cafeteria. When he got there, he found that he had to pay spirit stones to exchange for food. He had no money, so he had no food.
The cafeteria manager said disdainfully: "The free food is next door at Qingfeng, you went to the wrong place!"
Jian Zhen asked softly, "How do I get to Qingfeng?"
The canteen manager was about to chase the people away, but when he looked up, he was met with a pair of clear, bright eyes. Those eyes were so sincere that it was impossible to say cruel words. He choked and said, "Go straight from here and turn two more corners and you will arrive."
Jian Zhen nodded, obediently and seriously: "Thank you."
Canteen manager: “…”
What's with this sudden feeling of guilt?
All the disciples who were selected from the entire cafeteria either had good family backgrounds or had some abilities. Only Jian Zhen left the cafeteria alone under the suspicious gazes of everyone.
At sunset, Fuling Mountain is covered with a sea of clouds and rosy clouds.
Jian Zhen suddenly remembered the sunset over the Demon Realm Mountain, which was bright red and even more magnificent and moving.
Walking along the stone slabs from the path outside, Jian Zhen didn't meet anyone along the way. After walking for a while, he turned two corners and still hadn't reached Qingfeng's cafeteria, but the sky was gradually getting dark.
Maybe I took the wrong road?
Jian Zhen paused and hesitated whether to go back.
Just thinking about it.
A voice fell: "Lost?"
Under the setting sun, a tall attic stood majestically on the mountainside. Standing at the railing of the attic was a figure dressed in snow-white clothes, with a temperament as white as dust. There was no extra expression on Fu Changhuan's cold face, and his eyes clearly reflected the figure of the young man on the path.
Jian Zhen was shocked, a look of hesitation flashed across her face, and she said, "Excuse me, is this Qingfeng?"
Fu Changhuan said: "No."
"Oh." Jane Zhen nodded and said, "I'm lost."
Fu Changhuan was silent for a moment: "What are you going to do in Qingfeng?"
Jian Zhen touched her stomach with her fair little hand, raised her head and answered honestly, "I'm hungry."
“…”
There was another suspicious silence in the air.
The sunset dyed the sky red, the evening breeze blew over the hills, and the immortal standing on the building, who was not stained by the dust, had a faint smile in his eyes. He stood there looking down, as if he had been looking at the people below like this for thousands of years.
Just a moment.
A breeze blew by, and the snow-white brocade clothes swept across the ground.
Jian Zhen saw Fu Changhuan appear in front of him, his cold face was calm: "Let's go."
? ?
Xiaocao blinked in confusion.
Jian Zhen raised her head, looked at him with her bright eyes, and asked in a soft voice, "Where are we going?"
Fu Changhuan turned around and said, "Aren't you lost? I'll take you to dinner."
Jane nodded obediently: "Oh."
He followed behind him, walking on the stone road, one in front and one behind, and felt that the Immortal Master was still as gentle to people and things as before, and would even help lost people find the canteen.
Fu Changhuan asked, "Why didn't you eat with the other disciples?"
Jane was frank and honest: "I don't have any money."
Fu Changhuan turned his face slightly, but he was walking in front, so Jian Zhen couldn't see his expression.
Only the wind blew across the path.
Just when Jian Zhen thought that he no longer wanted to talk to an ordinary disciple like himself who had nothing, Fu Changhuan asked, "Where is the disciple who came with you?"
Jian Zhen was stunned for a moment before she responded: "Yu?"
Fu Changhuan's tone was cold, and it was impossible to tell his emotions: "Well, he was very worried about you about the Shuijing incident today, and he stood behind you the whole time."
Jian really didn't expect that the Immortal Venerable would observe everything so carefully, so he nodded honestly and said, "He hasn't been selected yet, so he went down the mountain first and will come back after a while."
Fu Changhuan said: "You seem to have a very good relationship."
Jian Zhen was in the mood for small talk and was completely relaxed at the moment. She nodded obediently and introduced the person: "Well, Yu is my friend. He knows a lot and takes care of me a lot."
The two people just turned a corner and walked into a bamboo forest.
Fu Changhua's snow-white clothes slid across the stone path covered with rustling bamboo leaves. His cold face was as warm as jade under the sunset glow. He paused and looked sideways at the person beside him: "So it's because of this friend that you've been unwilling to come back to me and Lingshan?"
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