Chapter 42 Weak

There is no dust accumulated in the house, and Donnie Yen is still in retreat next door.

Fu Yu took off the green bracelet.

A teenage girl's appearance should have changed a lot after three years of growth.

But time seemed to stop at the moment when Fu Yu opened the art of child care.

Fortunately, she did not miss this opportunity. At the same time, she became more and more curious about her current identity.

Even if, as Ellie said, this body is a hybrid between the Cyperus and other races, what does it have to do with herself?

It's really getting more and more unclear.

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In Fuguang Continent, the period before the Yuan Qi era was the ancient cultivation period, and the later period was the Taoist cultivation period.

According to unofficial records, during the ancient cultivation period, there was no distinction between demons, demons, and monsters. The family was prosperous and the sects were only a few. At that time, they were not called sects, but Taoist temples.

However, as the differences between the three paths became apparent, many Taoist cultivators died at the hands of demons and demon cultivators. Taoist cultivators in the Floating Light Continent slowly joined together in the form of sects across their families, in an attempt to enhance the power of the Taoist sects.

After tens of thousands of years, the sect became more and more powerful and gradually developed into its current structure.

But even if the sect is powerful, there are always very few families that can survive.

Compared with the other three regions, the family power in the Southern Region has been relatively intact, headed by the Gu, Song, and Chen families, followed by the Zhang family, which passed down the family by making talismans.

The ancestor of the Zhang family was originally a clerk at a talisman shop, and by chance he was accepted as a disciple by a talisman maker.

After thousands of years of development, the Zhang family is no longer what it was back then.

Houses are lined up one after another, covering an area of ​​more than 100 acres. Looking down from a high altitude, you will find that the entire building complex is circular, and the large house in the center is particularly eye-catching.

The main house in Zhangjia Center.

When Zhenjun Lingfeng saw Zhang Yu coming in, he waved his hand and asked the maids serving Ran Koudan on both sides to step back.

"Ancestor."

Even though the woman is dressed in cyan casual clothes, her graceful body curves are clearly revealed when she bends down to salute. Her long hair is casually pulled into a bun, and the light blue hairband hangs down beside her cheeks when she lowers her head, adding a bit of playfulness.

The woman in a long red dress on the high couch blew on Kou Dan who was not yet dry, and then looked at the woman in front of her.

"Although I haven't made it clear to you, you should know what it means to return with me this time?"

The woman in green clothes looked up, and in an instant it was like the moonstone on the hall wall dimmed a bit.

All I could see was that his skin was like cream, his eyebrows were slender and his eyes were phoenix-like, and a red mole the size of a grain of rice in the corner of his eye gave his originally elegant and refined face a bit of enchantment.

Zhang Yu was about to speak but he stopped. Although he saw that True Lord Lingfeng didn't have any worries on his face, he still said with relief: "Ancestor, you don't have to worry too much. You still have to look at your grandson's destiny."

True Lord Lingfeng chuckled: "You're like a monkey, and you can't keep your appearance straight all day long."

There was a bit of anger in his words.

If other disciples in the clan saw their ancestor, who had always been solemn and noble, so approachable and easy-going, they would probably be shocked.

Phew, it seems like I'm not sulking.

Zhang Yu breathed a sigh of relief.

True Lord Lingfeng called Zhang Yu closer, pulled her to the couch and sat down, speaking softly:

"You should know that clans are weak nowadays, and clans without the support of clans are like fat meat in a tiger's mouth.

Since Yuan Qi, which clan has not been fearful and fearful? Even though the three families of Gu, Song and Chen are called clans, they have actually become supporters of the Yunwu Sect.

Do you know why our sect has managed to survive so far alone?"

Zhang Yu nodded, this was a question she had to think about and learn from since she was a child.

"Recruit externally and frighten internally."

True Lord Lingfeng shook his head: "

We don't have the strength to really intimidate us, it's just that the other party has concerns.

As for foreign aid, my generation of monks have always valued strength, and any foreign aid may be unreliable at times.

You can't grow if you stick to your roots, and the family background is far inferior to that of the big sects, so I want you to join the sect, what do you think?"

Zhang Yu was surprised: "Yunwu Sect?"

No disciple of the Zhang family has entered the Yunwu Sect in so many years.

True Lord Lingfeng shook his head and looked north: "Would you like to go to the Northern Territory?"

A figure of Xin Chang's back flashed in Zhang Yu's mind. That person once traveled to the Eastern Territory alone.

There was a surge of pride in her heart: "My grandson is willing to go!"

Then he seemed to have thought of something, Zhang Yu looked worried: "It's just that you declined True Lord Qi Yan of the Yunwu Sect on the grounds that you wanted to teach me personally. If I really worshiped the Northern Territory, wouldn't it be..."

True Lord Lingfeng's face suddenly turned cold: "At that time, Zhang Yu was not Zhang Yu, so what did he do to our Zhang family in the Southern Region?

Zhang Yu lowered his eyes.

I don’t know how long I thought about it before my ancestor proposed this idea. She already has too many things to bear on her and she can no longer worry too much about me.

Zhang Yu encouraged himself, and when he spoke again, his tone was brisk but decisive: "Yu'er will live up to your high expectations!"

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Monster forest.

Fu Yu unleashed a burst of wood-attribute spiritual power.

"Hey—"

The flying bear bared its teeth and pounced towards the little human girl.

The reason why the flying bear is called a flying bear is not because it can fly, but because it has excellent jumping ability; its tail hair is long and fluffy, and it flutters violently when jumping in the forest, just like flying.

Fu Yu used his body skills to get out of the way quickly.

However, this intermediate-level flying bear was very cunning. When it passed by Fu Yu, its long tail wrapped around Fu Yu's arm, and it turned around and swung its claws.

Well come!

Fu Yu turned his body slightly, the fire spirit wrapped his right hand, and punched directly into the bear's claw.

"Ouch! Ouch-"

The thick and fluffy fur on the flying bear's body is extremely flammable and will cause it to roll on the ground in fear.

Fu Yu smiled slightly, if he understood the habits and characteristics of monsters, he would be able to deal with them with twice the result with half the effort.

Seeing the flying bear howling miserably and about to jump into the jungle, Fu Yu took off the white dragon on his back and shot out a spiritual arrow condensed with fire spiritual power.

"Ugh!!"

Um...the shot missed.

The flying bear screamed, but the expected burning pain did not come. It was stunned, turned around and saw Fu Yu pulling the bow string again, and was so frightened that it ran for its life.

The flying bear was so fast that it was submerged in the low bushes before Fu Yu could fire his second arrow.

Still need to practice more frequently.

Fu Yu had no choice but to take back Bai Long when his eyes inadvertently caught sight of a bird with colorful feathers standing on a branch. His heart moved and he turned the arrow and shot it out.

The spiritual arrow passed through the body of the colorful feathered bird, and after two breaths, it turned into spiritual energy and dissipated in the air.

The colorful-feathered bird didn't know until it died that it suddenly couldn't feel itself after combing its feathers on the branch.

Fu Yu walked under the tree, bent down and was about to pick up the bird on the ground, when his movements suddenly stopped.

An arrow feather grazed her cheek.

"Put that bird down!"

Fu Yu picked up the colorful feathered bird, stood up and looked at the man and woman walking towards him.

The woman holds a white bow in her hand, is dressed in pink, and has a flat bun. She looks to be only fourteen or fifteen years old, and she looks quite delicate.

The man was holding a quiver in his hand and was wearing an aqua robe. He looked handsome and handsome.

"I told you to put down that bird!"

One has three levels of Qi training, and the other has six levels of Qi training.

Not wanting to say more, Fu Yu turned around and left.

"Brother, look at her." The female cultivator, who felt she had lost her face after being so ignored by a little girl, stamped her feet and angrily raised her bow and pointed it at Fu Yu's back.
Chapter completed!