Chapter 569 Dust Snow (15)
"Yes."
"I knew it." Song Ningshu had an expression that said, "See, I'm right." "Has Divine Master Fu Xuan left?"
Qing Yun saw her smug expression and pinched her face, "Well, he said his friend is back and he wants to go back to Kunshan to meet him."
"Hey, he has friends? I've never heard of that before."
Qing Yun nodded, "It's been five or six hundred thousand years since we last saw each other."
"Did Lord Fuxuan tell you on his own initiative?" Song Ningshu sat cross-legged and opened the food box. It was a plate of five white pastries that looked like little spirit balls, and each one was adorable.
"I asked during casual conversation."
"What a bad taste! You actually let me eat myself." Song Ningshu took a closer look, his eyes full of admiration, but he couldn't help complaining.
Fu Xuan had been a Daoist, so he knew her past at a glance. It was not surprising that he knew what she looked like as a little spirit ball before she transformed.
Qing Yun also looked down upon hearing this, and couldn't help but smiled, "Very cute."
"Eat four and leave one. Sister Qingyun, do you want to eat it?"
Qing Yun shook his head and said jokingly, "How can I eat little dumplings?"
"This little dumpling is not that little dumpling. You can eat it now." Song Ningshu pushed the box towards her, "Eat, eat~ Delicious food should be shared~"
She blinked her bright eyes and looked at him expectantly, her kindness hard to refuse. Qingyun nodded and picked one up.
It also has a rich flavor of ice and snow, which is cool when you put it in your mouth and warm when you enter your stomach.
These two desserts must be mixed with a lot of magic medicine.
Song Ningshu also picked up one for himself, finished it in three or four bites, and then happily sent one to Jiuzhou.
"Forget it, I won't keep them. I'll give the last two to whoever comes back first." She ran back and closed the box. "Who is Fuxuan Divine Master trying to please? You're trying to please me, right? Giving him musical instruments is really touching."
This food box has the effect of preserving freshness and stasis, and the taste will not change even if it is stored for a long time.
Qing Yun wiped his hands, tapped her brow, and asked with a smile, "Have you been bribed by him?"
"Hehe, being bribed by him doesn't stop me from keeping my mouth shut. I'm not helping him pursue you." Song Ningshu hugged her arms, "Sister Qingyun, I want to listen to the piano. Can you play the piano to soothe me to sleep~"
Sister Qingyun is proficient in all kinds of musical instruments and can play anything.
"Yeah." Qing Yun used his divine power to create a piano, and used his spiritual consciousness to play a soothing sleep song.
Although their spirits and bodies were restored, their weapons were completely shattered. They had to find or refine new weapons.
They all have a sword, which was forged by Qi Shuo and Jing Shan, but now only Jiuzhou still has it.
Song Ningshu rested his head on her knees, closed his eyes, listened to her piano playing, and gradually fell asleep.
Qing Yun withdrew his divine power, and the zither and its sound disappeared.
She lowered her head, and with her fingertips she brushed away the hair that was blown against the little girl's face by the wind, and whispered, "Spoiled girl."
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When Fu Xuan returned to Kunshan, he saw a man in a tea-green robe with a pattern of white cranes and flowing clouds lying carelessly on the rocking chair where he used to lie. He was drinking the jade wine that he had hidden for who knows how many tens of thousands of years.
"Oh, I thought you had met with an accident while trying to save your life. Are you willing to come back?"
"What are you doing back? This God Realm is boring, but you've lived a legendary life these past few years." Dao Chen slowly sat up, propping himself up on the chair, and looked at him with a smile, his peach blossom eyes sparkling with color. "It's been a long time since we last met. You've become the master of Kunshan."
Fu Xuan lifted his foot and hooked the chair next to him. After sitting down, he said unhappily, "It's been a while since we last met, but you're still as nosey as ever. You're here to dig into my good wine. No matter where I hide it, you'll find it."
"You have so much wine, are you just going to let it gather dust? You're not hosting a banquet for friends or family, so why not let me drink it?" Dao Chen sat lazily and poured himself another glass of wine. "Where have you been? I sent you a message, but you just arrived now."
"I went to Zhongxing." Fu Xuan asked his men to prepare the dishes, poured a glass of wine, and clinked glasses with him. "Did you go back to Zhushan after you came back?"
After becoming the Great Dao, he had seen Daochen's fortune and knew that Daochen was playing in the Three Thousand Heavens after overcoming his life tribulation. He laughed out loud, thinking that he was still worried about him.
"Well, after being nagged by the old man for a while, I came to your place to get some peace and quiet."
Unlike Fu Xuan who made his way to the top on his own, Dao Chen is the second generation of gods, and his father is one of the five first generation gods in the divine realm.
"Yes, I have to nag you. After surviving the life-threatening disaster, you still haven't broken through to the level of God." Fu Xuan saw through his realm at a glance.
"How could it be that easy? If it were that easy, there wouldn't be only a few gods in this God Realm. Do you think you are all the immortal gods? Even the final step would take an incalculable amount of time." Dao Chen studied him for a moment. "I heard that you were once a great Dao, and now you are known as the Dao of Jiuzhou, a rising star. I've never heard of your name before."
"Well, Yuan Dao admitted that he is quite good."
Dao Chen smiled upon hearing this, "That's good. You've been dissatisfied with Hao Ming for quite some time. I heard that he's in the Stars. As a former Great Dao, you must have had a lot of dealings with him, right?"
"It's true that I've dealt with him a lot, and I think I have a pretty good relationship with him." He has been able to get into people's homes many times with his shamelessness, and even went so far as to settle down next door to them.
Dao Chen thought for a moment and asked, "You just came back from Zhongxing, didn't you go to his place?"
"Well, let's go get familiar with some people." Fu Xuan supported his head and fiddled with the ornaments on the table.
"You look so frustrated, it's suspicious." Dao Chen moved closer and stared at his face.
Seeing his gossipy face, Fu Xuan pressed his shoulder and pushed him away, saying unhappily: "Stay away from me, why are you getting so close to me?"
"If you have something, tell me." Daochen and he had known each other for tens of millions of years, so how could he not notice the difference in his expression?
To please the current Dao? Back then, Haoming didn't try to please Kunshan even though he disliked him. Now that the Dao is recognized by Yuandao, he has his own principles, so there's no need for Fuxuan to try to please him.
When something is abnormal, there must be something wrong.
"Stop gossiping, it's nothing."
"Alas, after being apart for five or six hundred thousand years, our brotherhood has faded. You don't tell me anything. Are we still friends who can talk about anything?" Daochen said pretentiously.
Fu Xuan was speechless. "Red Luan Star has moved, but she doesn't have any feelings for me."
Daochen's gossip became even more intense. "Who? Can you tell me?"
Fu Xuan is good-looking and powerful. Many fairies and goddesses pursued him in the past, but he hid like a fool and rejected them ruthlessly. Now he actually took the initiative to say that the Red Luan Star is moving, which must make Dao Chen curious to death.
"You don't know him, what's the point of telling him?"
"I'll be your military advisor and give you advice."
"You? Forget it." Fu Xuan looked him up and down and refused decisively.
Dao Chen gritted his teeth, "What's wrong with me? What's that look in your eyes?"
"Talking on paper is useless. You are overcoming a tribulation of fate, not a tribulation of love."
Dao Chen: "...then you can always tell me how long you have liked me?"
"How long? About 300,000 years, but I haven't seen her much." Fu Xuan sighed, "She is an innate spirit. She fell, and it was over 300,000 years before I saw her again."
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