The fat Chow Chow was afraid that Feng Zhirong would blame him, so he went back to his cave in despair.
Feng Zhirong did not dare to raise her head to look at Xuan Weizi, because he looked so funny at the moment, and she was afraid that he would not be able to help laughing, so she had to lower her head and pretend to be aggrieved and cry, "Shangxian, Zhirong is wrong.
Don't do that.
Tell my master or he will punish me again."
"Little Zhirong has become so beautiful that I almost can't recognize it.
Don't worry, I will definitely not tell that old-fashioned nerd Mu Liyuan.
But why did you come to steal Gui Yijian?
In fact, as long as you agree to be my disciple, don't Now that I have returned to the sword, you can take whatever artifacts you have in Tianmen Mountain."
"Shangxian, I can't tell you why.
Anyway, Zhirong just wants to take away the Gui Yijian.
And don't threaten me to become your disciple, Zhirong will cry."
"Taoist Master, I have only taken a fancy to such a good young man like you for hundreds of years, but you actually refused to accept me as my teacher.
Taoist Master, my life is miserable.
Now I only have that stupid Pegasus under my sect.
If it weren't for his master, how could I Accept him as a disciple."
Taoist Priest Xuanwei looked at the Wuhuan Sword in Feng Zhirong's hand and sighed: "The Wuhuan Sword is actually in your hand.
Alas, my eldest disciple also suffered a fate and ended up like that.
The owner of the Wuhuan Sword and the owner of the Gui Yijian were originally a pair of gods and immortals.
It's a pity.
Since you are destined to the Wuhuan Sword, there is no point in keeping this Guiyi Sword, so I will give it to you."
"Your eldest disciple is Jiang Li, the owner of Fengju and Wuhuanjian, or should I say Emperor Huantian."
"Jiang Li" Xuan Weizi was stunned when he heard this unfamiliar name, then shook his head and said: "Jiang Li, Emperor Huantian, it doesn't matter anymore."
"Who is the owner of Gui Yi Sword?"
"I'm afraid no one in the fairy world wants to mention that name.
As a child, you don't need to know so much.
Now that you have the Guiyi Sword, it's time for you to get out of the mountain."
Feng Zhirong picked up the Gui Yijian and said angrily: "The Immortal didn't even want to keep Zhirong, and even chased her away.
He's even more disgusting than my master."
"You don't want to stay in the first place, why shouldn't I be ignorant?
Taoist priest, I'm very curious about how Mu Liyuan taught you, Xiao Zhirong, to be like this.
Why don't I send you back to Kongsang and ask Mu Liyuan on the way?
” "I was kicked out of Kongsang by my master.
I now live in Xianyang."
"It's no wonder that Xiao Zhirong's body smells like smoke.
But the Taoist priest doesn't believe that Mu Liyuan kicked you out of Kongsang.
Your aunt entrusted you to his care because she was sure that he would take care of her.
Take good care of you."
"To be honest, Taoist Master, the master drove me out of Kongsang to fulfill the mission entrusted by my aunt.
My aunt hopes that Zhirong will find a mortal as her husband, and then continue the bloodline of the Nuwa clan."
"The Taoist priest really doesn't understand your aunt very well.
No wonder she didn't like me at the beginning."
It seems that the person in the portrait mentioned by Feng Ju is my aunt.
Why are there portraits of my aunt everywhere I go?
They couldn't all be painted by the master.
Feng Zhirong was sure that Xuan Weizi could not draw.
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Xuan Weizi was famous in the fairy world for his powerful spells, superior martial arts, and good strategy.
However, he did not understand poetry and painting, nor was he familiar with music.
He liked to keep pets and monsters.
"It turns out that the Shangxian also likes my aunt.
Zhirong really doesn't understand why she wants to fight with the demons for the God of the North when a god as interesting as the Shangxian and a handsome god like the master like her."
"To be honest with Zhirong, if Taoist Priest and I were a female fairy, I might also fight for the God of the North.
After all, that God is talented and beautiful, has a high status, and has a good background.
Rumor has it that he is also very dedicated and gentle. , and very caring.”
Feng Zhirong was stunned for a moment as she wondered why what Xuanweizi Shangxian said was so similar to Fusu, except that one was a god and the other was a mortal.
"When Zhirong was kicked out of Kongsang, her magic was blocked by her master.
The Immortal asked Big Fatty to send me back."
"Big Fatty is probably afraid that you will kick him again, so he hid and went to sleep.
Let Fengju take you back."
Feng Zhirong reluctantly agreed.
Taoist priest Xuanweizi summoned Fengju, gave him some instructions, and after transforming it into its original form, he yawned and left.
"Let's go, Feng Zhirong from the Nuwa tribe.
Don't remember the lifelong promise you made before.
Fengju doesn't dare to marry someone from the Nuwa tribe."
Along the way, Fengju's inner thoughts never stopped.
Feng Zhirong was too lazy to pay attention to him.
She just jumped on the horse's back and slapped it hard on the horse's back with the Gui Yijian she had just obtained.
"No wonder that fat Chow is hiding, you are so cruel.
It seems that I will have to hide far away when I see you in the future."
Feng Zhirong remained silent.
It didn't take long before we returned to where we started.
Feng Zhirong jumped off the horse, kicked Fengju hard on the butt, and laughed, "You crazy horse, why don't you hide back to Tianmen Mountain."
Fengju wanted to fight back, but the Immortal Xuanweizi transformed it into its original form.
It was unable to use magic to fight back.
After roaring, it turned around helplessly and went back to Tianmen Mountain.
Feng Zhirong thought silently in her heart, when she returns to the human world, she will be Yun Qiong, not Feng Zhirong from the Nuwa tribe.
Yun Qiong regretted not letting Fengju run two more steps just now.
This place was still about ten miles away from the palace.
At this time, Yun Qiong was tired and sleepy and didn't want to walk at all, so she had to use the Qinggong of Shushan School.
Yun Qiong stood outside Fusu's palace, looking at the two divine swords in her hands, and couldn't help but get distracted.
Why did Jiang Li, the owner of the Wuhuan Sword, come to the world?
Who would be the owner of this Guiyi Sword?
What happened between them, who were originally a couple of gods and immortals.
Will he and Fusu become a couple like the original owners of these two swords, and will they end up in the same tragic end as them?
Hearing someone calling Mrs.
Yun outside the palace, Fusu threw down the letter in his hand and ran out.
Seeing Yun Qiong, who was looking tired and dazed, Fusu felt sorry for her.
Hug him.
"Yunqiong, stay with Fusu.
Fusu knows that he is not strong enough to protect you, but Fusu dares to do everything for you, Yunqiong."
Thinking of the danger she encountered in Tianmen Mountain, all that appeared in her mind was Fusu's face.
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She could no longer deny that she liked Fusu.
Yun Qiong ignored the two swords in his hands, let go and hugged Fusu.
"My heart is like your heart.
Yun Qiong will stay with you Fusu."
Yun Qiong felt relieved after saying the words that had been pressed in her heart for a long time.
Yun Qiong's words made Fusu surprised and happy, but he couldn't believe his ears, "Yun Qiong, you mean you want to stay with Fusu."
Yun Qiong said coquettishly, "I forgot what I just said.
There are some things I only say once.
Forget it if you didn't hear."
Hearing Yun Qiong's tone, Fusu was sure that he had heard correctly.
He was so excited that he picked up Yun Qiong and spun her around several times before stopping.
He looked at Yun Qiong in his arms and smiled unconsciously.
This was the first time she saw him smiling so brightly and so proudly.
Yun Qiong looked at him intently, purely obsessed with his smile.
When Wang Ben saw this scene, all his previous doubts and wariness about Yun Qiong disappeared.
She looked at His Highness Fusu with eyes full of deep affection.
You can pretend to be anything in the world, but true love cannot be faked.
Looking at it, Yun Qiong actually fell asleep.
Firstly, she was too tired, and secondly, Fusu's embrace was reliable and warm to her.
Fusu gently carried Yun Qiong into the bedroom.
Wang Ben picked up the two divine swords on the ground.
Looking at the black one that he had never seen before, he was shocked.
He heard his father Wang Jian say that when he was young, His Majesty the Emperor received a divine sword from a fairy, and that divine sword was a black sword. , called Guiyi, after His Majesty unified the six countries, the Guiyi sword disappeared.
There should not be many people who know about this.
After all, there are only a few people who went to the battlefield with His Majesty and are still alive.
After Fusu helped Yun Qiong cover the quilt and made sure she was asleep, he remembered to go out and get the sword.
When he saw the way Wang Ben looked at Gui Yijian, he guessed that he also knew the origin of Gui Yijian.
"Give your highness the sword.
There is no need to come here these days.
You can spend time with Sister Jinxiu and little Ayin at home."
Wang Ben handed over the sword with both hands, bowed and saluted, and said solemnly: "Your Highness has decided.
Wang Ben has nothing to say.
Wang Ben knows what a minister should do."
Fusu knew that Wang Bi was complicating things, so he patted Fusu's shoulder helplessly and said with a smile: "Wang Bi, what you are worried about will not happen.
This sword was just brought by Yun Qiong to teach me swordsmanship."
He gave it to me without any other intention.
His Highness’s biggest intention now is to protect her.”
"Does Mrs.
Yun know about Gui Yijian?
If she knows, what is her intention in giving this sword to His Highness?"
"Wang Ben, don't go too far and speculate on Yun Qiong's thoughts.
Your Highness knows what kind of person Yun Qiong is.
You have seen her abilities.
If she is really as you guessed, as long as she is so kind, Just a few Gu and a few ghosts can do it.
Why go through so much trouble to find a sword?"
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Wang Ben also knew that what Fusu said made sense, but others didn't know Yun Qiong's ability.
What would others think if they saw Fusu using Gui Yijian.
Wang Ben bowed again and persuaded Fusu: "Your Highness, try not to take this sword out of Xihua Palace."
"Your Highness will be careful."
After Wang Bi left, Fusu returned to the palace with his sword.
While Yun Qiong was sleeping, Fusu started working on his wedding to Yun Qiong.
First, he ordered the people in Xihua Palace to make the study room look like a bridal chamber, then ordered the clothing workshop to make the wedding dress, and arranged for the imperial kitchen to prepare a table of good wine and food.
After everything was arranged, Fusu began to knit by himself.
A pair of red sword spikes.
It was dusk when Yun Qiong woke up.
Fusu held Yun Qiong's hand, greeted her affectionately, and then ordered the palace maid to take her to wash and change clothes.
After washing, the palace maid put her into a black dress, which was very similar to the wedding dress Hexu wore on the day she married Meng Tian.
Although Yun Qiong felt baffled, she didn't ask much.
After all, she didn't understand the rules in the palace.
The maids dressed up Yun Qiong carefully, combing her hair into a very solemn bun, wearing exquisite hair accessories, eyebrows, painted red, and rouge.
Yun Qiong, who was used to being bare-faced, was very embarrassed.
After everything was over, Yun Qiong stood up to leave, and the palace maid quickly helped Yun Qiong.
Yun Qiong quickly ordered them to disperse.
She had always disliked the feeling of being overly served.
It was just a walk and someone had to support her.
As soon as Yun Qiong took a few steps, she felt a little regretful.
The gorgeous clothes she was wearing were too heavy, and the hair accessories on her head were too heavy.
It turned out that I was wrong to blame those ladies.
Even a martial arts practitioner like me felt heavy, let alone their weak and untouchable people
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