Chapter 134: Chase whoever comes

Two months passed by and the disciples who had received the recruitment mission were already returning to the sect one after another.

Fu Yu was completely unaware of the excitement inside and outside the sect. Soon after returning to the sect, she returned to her small courtyard and began to retreat.

It has only been a few months since it was transplanted. Due to its strong aura, the purple bamboo grows very well, and the surrounding walls are staggered and elegant. The stream in the courtyard is gurgling, and the flowers blooming along the stream are fragrant.

"call--"

Fu Yu opened his eyes in the small courtyard room and exhaled softly.

The twelve levels of Qi training are perfect.

"Catch up with the original cultivation base."

She murmured and was a little lost in thought. Her original cultivation was to practice Qi to perfection, and she even experienced a second foundation building.

Although they all ended in failure, it stands to reason that her state of mind should be that there is no bottleneck in practicing Qi.

But for some reason, it may be that the things she has experienced in the past few years have been too unbelievable, and the changes in her body and spiritual qualifications have made her a little confused.

Even though she is now extremely talented and has a famous teacher, she has always known that deep down she still has low self-esteem and is sensitive.

The qualifications of the Four Spiritual Roots, the second failure to build a foundation, and the wandering around since childhood are all deeply imprinted in my heart, how can they be erased so easily.

And the inexplicable memories of Mu Qingyun in the Demonic Forest made her even doubt herself.

who I am?

This problem that has been bothering her may also be the reason why her mood is not advancing but retreating.

But this time traveling to the Western Regions made her think clearly, why should she settle on just one name, Fu Yu or Mu Qingyun? It was just her, herself, and no one else.

Perhaps her origins are full of coincidences or even the product of tragedy, but in the past, for example, if a yellow flower died, those who come tomorrow will be especially pursued.

I can’t choose my birth, but no one can define my future except myself!

It was as if the long-standing fog in Fu Yu's heart had finally dispersed. The Lingjian technique began to operate on its own, getting faster and faster, and spiritual power entered the meridians at an extremely fast speed.

Fu Yu's heart skipped a beat. This feeling was not unfamiliar to her. It was the same scene when she took the Foundation Establishment Pill.

She only panicked for a moment and then calmed down.

Now that his cultivation and state of mind have been perfected, it is not necessary to build a foundation. Thinking of the foundation-building pill in the storage ring, Fu Yu felt happy and grateful.

Having made up her mind, she did not hesitate, took out a foundation-building pill, swallowed it, and actively started to use the technique. Immediately, all the spiritual energy in the small courtyard surged into the room.

At the top of Langhuan Peak, Taoist Qinghua opened his eyes in surprise.

But for a moment, a look of relief and some worry flashed across his face, and then he returned to calm, but his consciousness did not withdraw. He stopped outside the small courtyard on the mountainside, paying close attention not far or near.

A month later, the surging spiritual energy in the yard suddenly stopped. Although it was still gathering in the room, it became much calmer.

This change naturally did not escape Taojun Qinghua's reaction. Not only did she not breathe a sigh of relief, but the solemnity between her brows and eyes became a little more serious, because she knew that the young apprentice was going through the most dangerous part of foundation building: saving the void.

At this time, Fu Yu's spiritual consciousness automatically came to that magical space. The gray-brown land area was still only about ten feet in diameter as before, and the surrounding chaos was undetectable.

The bracts growing out of the white jade core on the ground seemed to shake, and then a very familiar feeling came over her, and her consciousness entered that mysterious state of sleeping and waking again.

It seems that every time it is related to the white core.

Since this was not the first time this happened, Fu Yu felt no fear. He sighed in his heart and his consciousness gradually became blurred.

At the junction of the northern and southern regions, there is the Fuguang Mountains, the longest mountain range in the mainland.

The light blue sky was suddenly pulled out like a hole, and then a large brown-yellow cloud like dry grass poured out from the inside. In a few breaths, the cloud dispersed, leaving no trace except the light blue sunny sky.

The monks from all directions rushed over, but they all shook their heads and returned, but no one noticed that two small specks like dust fell out of the cracks in the curtain.

One fell to the south of the Demon Realm Forest, a branch of the mountain range, being dragged by the wind. The black dot floated in the air like cotton wool. After landing, it made a big crater. It turned out to be a huge boulder with the word "Qingyun" on it. The boulder fell from the sky and once caused an uproar.

However, in the end, countless monks returned in despair;

Another black spot fell to the west of the mountains and hung on the branches of the ancient forest. It turned out to be a man in white clothes stained with blood. The man's face was pale, his eyes were closed, and he was not breathing. The surprised spiritual bird tentatively flew back to the tree trunk and confirmed

If there is no danger, approach slowly.

Two small fruits, as white as jade, fell from the man's chest and skirt. The two fruits were separated in the air. One fell straight to the ground and fell onto the fainted woman. It disappeared in the blink of an eye. The other rolled down not far away.

The grass seems to be shining brightly.

"Yang, Mr. Yang?"

On Langhuan Peak, the girl in the room was sitting cross-legged on a futon, her eyes were closed, her long eyelashes were trembling, and she was murmuring.

On the top of Qingfeng, the old man sitting by the water was about to make a move. When he vaguely heard the word Yang Jun, his hand holding the chess piece couldn't help but pause, and he looked towards the mirror-like water surface.

"What's wrong?"

The middle-aged man opposite looked at him in surprise. When he saw the other man's eyes falling on the water next to him, his eyes seemed to fall into the distance through the calm water. His mind moved and he silently recited the magic formula.

After a moment, the middle-aged man looked away: "Is it possible that Mr. Yan has fallen in love with this little girl again?"

The white-haired old man known as Yanjun shook his head, looked away, and remained silent.

I sighed secretly in my heart: I'm afraid I heard wrongly.

Seeing his silence, the middle-aged man raised his eyebrows and said, "This is common to all races. Mr. Yan should know that it is indispensable."

The white-haired old man twitched the corner of his mouth, and a sarcastic look quickly flashed across his face.

The middle-aged man put down the chess pieces and looked up at him:

"Yanjun should know that only unification can reduce losses, otherwise the so-called selection of the best is just a waste of resources;

As for the young man who deserves your special treatment, I don’t know whether it’s a blessing or a misfortune for him, haha.”

The girl who the two chess players swept past was none other than Fu Yu, who was building the foundation. Of course, she was completely unaware of this. Not to mention her, even Qinghua Daojun, who was cultivating to become a god, was also completely unaware.

At this time, Fu Yu's face had extremely rich expressions, including confusion, surprise, and contemplation. All the expressions eventually turned into calmness.

After that mysterious state disappeared, Fu Yu's consciousness came to the spiritual source, and she saw that the entire spiritual source was filled with spiritual energy as thick as white mist. Her consciousness could even feel the water vapor that was almost permeating it.

The thick and wet spiritual energy circled around the white transparent spiritual root in the center in a regular and orderly manner, and it kept circling like this for who knows how long.

"tick"

The sound came from the center of the spiritual source.

The moment is like the first bud under the thick soil of spring, the first breeze in the scorching heat of summer, the first golden ear after the sweat of autumn, and the first ray of warm sunshine in the severe cold of winter.

Fu Yu had never known that Foundation Establishment could have such a comfortable moment. The swelling and pain in her meridians were slightly relieved, and she knew that the next step would be condensation.
Chapter completed!