Chapter 83 "Friend Fu, you'd better leave me alone"...
Su Xiaoyuan was about to move forward as she spoke, but before her leg could even touch the ground, someone next to her grabbed her arm.
"What's wrong?" she wondered.
"Wait." The man's low voice was close to his ear, and the magnetic feeling was stronger.
Su Xiaoyuan felt a little uncomfortable and moved to the side. She then wondered if she was being too shy. After all, the world of immortal cultivation did not attach much importance to the distinction between male and female wives. He had just helped her, so it seemed a bit mean to be on guard against him like that.
"Take a closer look at who those people are." Fu Shiyu said again.
Su Xiaoyuan rubbed her eyes, stood on tiptoe, stretched her neck and tried to see, and answered honestly: "Sorry, it's too far away and I can't see clearly..."
"You haven't established your foundation yet?" Fu Shiyu seemed a little surprised.
Su Xiaoyuan: "...I'm sorry."
"Why apologize?" Fu Shiyu said in a cold voice, seeming a little unhappy. "It's not a mistake not to have established your foundation."
He suddenly raised his hand and touched her eyelids with his finger. Before Su Xiaoyuan could react, she felt as if cold spring water was flowing across her eyelids.
"Let's take another look," he said.
Su Xiaoyuan looked at the fire again and was surprised to find that her eyesight had improved dramatically. However, when she saw clearly what was on the fire, she was so frightened that she almost screamed.
Fortunately, Fu Shiyu seemed prepared and covered her mouth and nose in time. His palms were warm and dry, and his cuffs carried a clean, cool scent, like snow soaked in pine branches. It smelled wonderful.
But Su Xiaoyuan had no time to appreciate it at the moment. The scene she just saw was lingering in her mind.
The people sitting around the fire were not monks at all, but a group of monsters dressed as monks with grayish-blue skin. On the fire was a headless male corpse, roasted to a golden and crispy state, sizzling with oil. The head of the corpse was stuck on a wooden pillar beside the fire, and it was "watching" the monsters gnawing on his arm with its lifeless eyes covered with white film.
There was only one word in Su Xiaoyuan's mind: "escape", but her legs were as soft as noodles and she could barely stand, let alone run.
Just then, a monster suddenly turned around and raised its hand to them.
Its fingers were long and rugged, and in the palm of its hand was a blood-red eye. The eyeball rolled around, looking left and right, and its gaze finally fell on them.
"We've been discovered." Fu Shiyu sighed softly.
Su Xiaoyuan felt a little relieved when she heard him speak so calmly and with the demeanor of a master.
Kaishan was right. As soon as she entered the secret realm, she met a kind-hearted nobleman.
Just as he was thinking about it, the man said again: "The monks transformed into demons, they all look like they are above the Golden Core level, and the one with the eye in his palm seems to be at the Nascent Soul level."
Su Xiaoyuan looked at him expectantly, wanting to ask about his cultivation level. Suddenly, she remembered that asking about cultivation level in the world of immortal cultivation seemed impolite, so she changed the subject: "A few golden cores and primordial infants, they are nothing to you, fellow Daoist, right?"
"I've only just established my foundation, so naturally I can't beat you," Fu Shiyu said confidently, "Let's run."
Then he pulled her up, turned around and ran away.
Su Xiaoyuan almost burst into tears.
It's not Big Brother. Big Brother has such a strong aura, why is he only just building his foundation? This doesn't make sense!
And why are you so calm when you have just established your foundation?
But now is not the time to complain. She can only be thankful that this fellow Taoist, although his cultivation is not that good, has good character. He did not just run away for himself, but was kind enough to pull her along.
She prayed silently in her heart, hoping that the monsters would be full and too lazy to chase her.
However, the man next to her seemed to be able to see through her thoughts: "I just heard them complaining about that man's ugly face. It looks like they are coming to arrest us."
Su Xiaoyuan was running out of breath. The little strength she had gained from the adrenaline rush was almost exhausted, and her legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead.
She wanted to say something: "The secret realm must be fake..."
"He won't really die, he will just suffer a little before dying." Fu Shiyu said.
Just as he finished speaking, there was a rustling sound in the bushes behind him, mixed with footsteps and "Mm-mmm" shouts. It was obvious that monsters were catching up, and it sounded like there was more than one.
Su Xiaoyuan choked and moved her legs even harder.
Unfortunately, her body was really disappointing. Even though her physique had inexplicably become much stronger recently, her overall condition was still weak and she couldn't breathe after a while.
The pursuit troops behind were getting closer and closer.
Fu Shiyu's breathing was steady, and even her panting was almost inaudible. However, because he was holding her wrist and half-dragging her, he couldn't run fast.
"Forget it..." Su Xiaoyuan gasped for breath, "Friend Fu, please leave me alone. If this goes on, neither of us will be able to escape..."
"Okay." Without waiting for her to finish her words, Fu Shiyu simply let go of her hand.
The man's legs were 1.8 meters long. Without her holding him back, he disappeared in a few steps.
"Huh?" Su Xiaoyuan was stunned.
Although she took the initiative to propose it, it was too straightforward! During the Spring Festival, you have to push and pull twice to receive the red envelope!
But then she thought again, he was just a stranger they met by chance, and he had done his best by dragging her for such a long distance. She shouldn't be so ungrateful.
The monster behind was getting closer and closer.
Her scalp was numb, her legs and feet were sore and heavy, and her lungs felt like they were stuffed with a sea urchin, causing pain every time she breathed.
To make matters worse, the more she fled, the denser the forest became. The tree roots were tangled and twisted under her feet. She accidentally tripped and fell to the ground. Before she could get up, a cold hand suddenly grabbed her shoulder. A foul smell mixed with rotten meat, fishy smell and oily breath rushed into her nose.
That hand couldn't even be called a hand; it looked more like a deformed claw. The monster pinched her shoulder and muttered something to its companions. Su Xiaoyuan couldn't understand it, but she guessed it was commenting on the quality of her flesh.
The tone sounded quite satisfied.
When people are extremely scared, they can't even cry. Su Xiaoyuan just sobbed, her shoulders shrugged, and her body trembled uncontrollably. She couldn't even move, let alone escape.
The monster pinched her shoulders and seemed to want to pinch her face.
Su Xiaoyuan quickly dodged to the side. Just as the claws were about to touch her cheek, she suddenly heard a sound like chopping wood, and the hand fell down. A puff of black smoke poured out of the broken arm of the monster. Then there was another sound, and a round object fell to the ground with a "plop", rolled twice, and got stuck between several tree roots.
Su Xiaoyuan looked up in shock and saw a man in a cloak standing in front of her with a sword in his hand.
Fu Shiyu was only at the Foundation Establishment stage, and that sword was obviously not a good one, with a dull blade.
But the way he held the sword seemed effortless and confident, like a master.
"How did you..."
Before she could finish her words, Fu Shiyu jumped back, and the remaining monster left Su Xiaoyuan and pounced on him.
Su Xiaoyuan only vaguely saw two black shadows darting back and forth among the bushes, mixed with the sounds of chopping wood and the collision of metal, occasionally one or two sounds of flesh being torn and a man's muffled groan.
Su Xiaoyuan was frightened when she heard this and wanted to help, but she was blind in the dark and couldn't even tell the enemy apart, so she couldn't help at all.
The fight did not last long. After a dull thud of a rice bag falling to the ground, everything fell silent.
The cloaked man was still standing.
Su Xiaoyuan hurriedly ran towards him, and as soon as she got close to him, she smelled a strong smell of blood.
"Are you hurt?" she asked anxiously.
"It's nothing, just a minor injury."
Su Xiaoyuan heard the sound of "tick-tick", took out the spirit stone and shone it, and found a trickle of blood flowing down the sword and continuously dripping from the tip of the sword.
Her heart skipped a beat: "You're badly injured! Let me bandage you..."
"No need. Let's find a place to stay for the night first. This forest is not safe," Fu Shiyu said. "Put away the spirit stones. The spiritual energy will easily attract monsters."
As he walked, he tore off a piece of his sleeve, bit one end with his teeth, and hastily wrapped his arm to stop the bleeding.
"By the way, I have hemostatic pills!" Su Xiaoyuan quickly took out a small porcelain bottle from her Qiankun bag and gave it to him.
"You can only bring three hemostatic pills and three soul-replenishing pills into the secret realm trial. You have to last until the end of the secret realm." The man took the bottle but did not remove the cork. "You just entered the secret realm and gave one to a stranger you met by chance. What will you do when you get hurt?"
Su Xiaoyuan: "You could have escaped, but you got hurt because you came back to save a stranger like me. What's a pill? Besides, we are not strangers. I know your name is Fu Shiyu, and you are a good person."
He still didn't move.
Su Xiaoyuan urged: "Eat quickly."
Fu Shiyu: "I can't use my right hand."
"Oh, I'm sorry..." Su Xiaoyuan curled up her toes, took the bottle out of his hand, pulled out the cork, poured out a pill, and stuffed it between his lips.
Her fingertips inevitably touched his lips, which seemed to be infected by the moisture in the forest, and were slightly cool, moist and soft.
He opened his mouth and took the pill between her fingers into his mouth: "Thank you."
Su Xiaoyuan retracted her hand, and the wetness on her fingertips made her curl up.
She inexplicably recalled the first time she fed the puppet man orange candy, and she felt increasingly uneasy. She looked around and asked, "Where should we find a place to stay for the night?"
Fu Shiyu: "Just follow the spiritual light, we'll be there soon."
"Spiritual light? Where is it?" Su Xiaoyuan looked around, "I can't see it."
"You can only see it after you build your foundation." said the man.
Su Xiaoyuan: "...Okay." She felt the contempt from the secret realm.
The journey went smoothly afterwards without encountering any danger. The two chatted casually as they walked.
Fu Shiyu spoke very little. Su Xiaoyuan only knew that he was a casual cultivator from the mortal world, and that he learned sword skills from a wild master. After his master died, he came to Longji Peak to try his luck.
It was she herself who revealed her entire background and origins.
They followed the spiritual light for about a quarter of an hour and found a dilapidated temple.
The temple had already collapsed in half, the door missing. Su Xiaoyuan peered inside and saw the painted statues on the shrines, slumped beneath the lotus pedestals, their paint peeling off. A pile of blackened offerings lay indistinguishable, resembling moldy fruit and pastries. Cobwebs and dust covered everything.
There was also a fire in the temple, and five people, three men and two women, were sitting around it.
Su Xiaoyuan felt a little nervous when she saw the fire. She observed outside the door for a while before following Fu Shiyu in.
The people inside heard the noise and looked at them in unison.
A young male cultivator, elegantly dressed and with rosy lips and white teeth, complained, "Finally here, what took so long?"
"I'm sorry," Su Xiaoyuan apologized hurriedly, "We encountered two monsters in the woods..."
The male cultivator was impatient to listen to her explanation: "Two low-level monsters have been fighting for so long, isn't this wasting other people's time? Come quickly, we are discussing the battle plan and division of labor."
Su Xiaoyuan was most afraid of dragging others down, but she was concerned about Fu Shiyu's injury, so she gritted her teeth and said, "Please wait a moment, Fellow Daoist Fu is injured and needs bandaging..."
Someone whispered, "Isn't he still able to walk? He doesn't look seriously injured, but they're being so pretentious..."
Su Xiaoyuan bit her lip and her face turned red immediately.
But she said nothing. They had to stay in the secret realm for several days and work together to fight monsters. It would not be good to have a conflict as soon as they came in.
What's more, her companion Fu Shiyu was injured.
"Excuse me, are there any fellow Taoists who practice medicine?"
Those people either shook their heads or remained silent.
Su Xiaoyuan didn't have much hope at first. Most of those who came to take the exam at Longji Peak were sword practitioners or martial artists, and the probability of meeting a medical practitioner was very small.
She then said to Shi Yu, "Let me bandage you."
Fu Shiyu said, "The bleeding has stopped. Let's listen to what they have to say first."
"real?"
He lifted his sleeve and placed her fingers on the armband.
Su Xiaoyuan didn't feel any moisture, and the smell of blood seemed to have faded a little. She breathed a sigh of relief and didn't insist any longer.
There was no level restriction on the hemostatic pills and qi-replenishing pills; hers were the best money could buy.
The two men walked to the fire one after the other, and several monks looked surprised.
Su Xiaoyuan often saw this kind of reaction when she went out. After all, she had a level 10 beauty filter on her appearance.
But she soon noticed that several of those eyes were focused on her companion's face.
She turned her head and saw Fu Shiyu unbuttoning his cloak and taking off his hood, and she was stunned.
His voice was very sweet, and he had a handsome aura about him. She guessed that he had a good-looking face as well.
But for a long time she couldn't see what he looked like.
Because his whole body seemed to be glowing, even the strand of silver hair hanging on his shoulder looked like cut moonlight.
She never imagined that there would be a man in the world who was more handsome than her puppet. After all, the puppet was a real model.
Perhaps top beauties and perfect bone structure have similarities. Fu Shiyu's face actually has some shadow of Fu Tingyun, and even the faint human-machine feeling is somewhat similar.
Fu Tingyun, Fu Shiyu, even their names sounded like a pair. If she hadn't known that puppets couldn't change their faces, she would have thought he had followed her in.
However, his pupils were not inorganic black, but were clear and bright, as if reflecting the galaxy.
The facial features are not as perfect as those of a puppet, as if they were measured with a vernier caliper. There are even some imperfections, but these imperfections combined together constitute a higher level of perfection.
Could it be that the system has also given him a level 10 beautification effect?
No, no, no, the system cannot create a face like this, and humans cannot create it. Su Xiaoyuan even suspects that even Nuwa herself cannot create a second one.
Why were the monks' reactions so indifferent? Why did they look away after a moment of amazement? Couldn't they see the grandeur of this face?
Su Xiaoyuan didn't know that the face they saw was not the same face she saw.
Only she saw the true face of Ling Yue Xianzun. Others saw just a handsome man dressed in cloth, holding a broken sword.
While being amazed, Su Xiaoyuan also felt a little jealous.
How could anyone be prettier than her Fu Tingyun?
She immediately suppressed the thought.
Someone just got injured while rescuing her, what is she thinking!
She calmed herself down and quickly sat down by the fire.
"Now that everyone is here, let's talk about which sect or which master each of you learned from, what method you practiced, and what level of cultivation you have achieved."
The male cultivator paused and raised his chin. "I'll go first. My name is Wang Maoshu. I've been practicing swordsmanship with my father, Jingu Daojun, since I was young. Later, I became a disciple of Yaobo Yuanjun of the Cangwu Sect. I'm at the seventh stage of the Nascent Soul."
Su Xiaoyuan had never heard of Jingu Daojun, but she vaguely knew that Cangwu Sect was also a major sword sect. Seeing the expressions on other people's faces, she guessed that Jingu Daojun was also from a prominent family.
After the male cultivator finished speaking, it was the turn of the female cultivator next to him.
Only at this moment did Su Xiaoyuan notice that the female cultivator had red lips, white teeth, clear eyebrows and eyes, and was very beautiful.
It’s just that Fu Shiyu’s radiance is too bright, making ordinary beauties pale in comparison.
The female cultivator opened her red lips slightly, her voice as sweet as a silver bell: "My name is Ling Sangrou. I have just entered Taiyan and have not yet accepted a disciple. I practice swordsmanship and have barely reached the third stage of the Nascent Soul."
When everyone heard that she was a disciple of Tai Yan, they were all in awe.
A hint of envy and admiration flashed across the male cultivator's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure and said, "Given your young age, it's already quite good that you've reached the third stage of the Nascent Soul."
Only Su Xiaoyuan stared at Lin Sangrou blankly, her face getting redder and redder.
Fu Shiyu tilted his head to look at her: "What's wrong?"
Su Xiaoyuan came back to her senses, shook her head, still in disbelief.
The name Ling Sangrou is taken from the Book of Songs "菀彼桑柔", which is the pseudonym used by the heroine Lin Wan in the book when she was traveling around the world!
She and the heroine were drawn into the same secret realm. What kind of fate is this?!
Just as she was thinking, the male cultivator looked at her and Fu Shiyu beside her: "Where are these two fellow Taoists? Where are they at?"
Since the Dragon Ridge Peak trial this time had no restrictions on methods or teachers, Su Xiaoyuan had no need to lie and said honestly: "I am an outer disciple of the Yunyu Sect, my surname is Su, and I am at the third level of Qi Refining." She accidentally advanced a level on the boat, which was quite timely.
Several people looked at each other, and the male cultivator showed undisguised contempt on his face, and his eyes turned frivolous and playful when he looked at her.
Su Xiaoyuan knew that it was common to be looked at sideways when leaving the Yunyu Sect's territory, so she was mentally prepared. Although she felt disgusted, she was not surprised, and it passed after she adjusted herself.
The male cultivator looked at Fu Shiyu again: "Brother?"
Fu Shiyu glanced at him and said, "Fu Shiyu, casual cultivator, swordsmanship, second stage foundation building."
Now, those who had looked up to him because of his handsome appearance or were curious about his demeanor had completely lost interest in him.
In the world of cultivating immortals, only cultivation, family background and inheritance from teachers are real strengths, and everything else is just icing on the cake.
Even the Immortal Venerable Ling Yue did not win his current position by relying on his looks.
The remaining three people also introduced themselves. They all came from large sects or famous families, and their lowest level of cultivation was at the high level of Golden Core.
The male cultivator looked at Su Xiaoyuan and Fu Shiyu as if he were looking at two garbage bags that had to be left overnight. "One of you hasn't established your foundation yet, and the other is injured. We don't ask you to help us, but just don't hold us back."
He turned to the others and said, "Let's not waste any more time talking. Let's first figure out the secret realm mission."
It was obvious that he was experienced. He stood up and walked around the temple. He performed a purification spell on the Buddha statue that had fallen in front of the shrine, and then used a spell to put it back on the lotus seat.
He put his fingers together to get a fire, lit the three incense sticks in the incense burner, and perfunctorily bowed to the Buddha statue three times.
When the sparks on the incense went out and the wisps of smoke drifted in front of the Buddha statue, the statue's mouth suddenly moved up and down like a puppet in a puppet cartoon, which was indescribably strange.
At the same time, three thunderous laughs erupted from the Buddha's belly: "Live to the end."
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