Bypassing the somewhat fine woods of Kunlun Palace, there is a remote bluestone path in front of you, winding and rarely visited.

After walking up the path for half a stick of incense, Fu Chen saw the familiar trickle of stream, twisting and twisting, and with the slight sound of water, it stretched into the distance.

This stream was once the place where he first learned swordsmanship.

Chunyuan Shangshen tied huge stones to his limbs, held a long stick in his hand, watched him stance and steadily holding a long sword.

If the sword shakes a little bit, it will be a stick in the head.

If the posture is distorted a little bit, the stick will increase the force and hit him hard behind him.

There is an old saying that strict teachers produce high disciples, Chun Yuan and Fu Chen should be the best interpretation of this sentence.

The 20,000 years of living in Kunlun Palace, Fuchen starts at the Mao hour every day and closes at the Hai hour. He study hard in the morning and practices hard in the afternoon, and he almost never gets tired for a day.

Now, I revisit the old place and recall these little and little bits. The sound of the crumbly flowing water and the extremely cold wind in the deep winter have become something unique.

As the flowing water went up, the dragon vein of Ruoshui Peak shone with golden light, presenting it in front of Fu Chen like a dream.

He hesitated for a moment, looked around again and made sure that no one saw him, no one followed him, and no one noticed his existence, the breeze gradually rose under his feet, and then the luck of the dragon vein jumped in front of Ruoshui Peak.

The gate of this huge palace is closed and a golden lock is placed.

Since the Chunyuan Shangshen slept, Ruoshui Peak of Kunlun Mountain has been sealed and turned into an empty god with few people.

After the Lingnu gave birth to the prince Fu Cang, she thought about finding Fu Chen's teacher to teach him swordsmanship, but was told that Chunyuan Shangshen had been sleeping for many years because of the demon clan's life-suspending attack.

The god of Ruoshui Peak has been breeze and sunny every day, frost and snow, and no one cleansed it again.

In just over five hundred years, he actually looked a little dilapidated.

Fu Chen couldn't help but feel regretful, walked to the door, raised his hand and gently stroked the golden lock.

The lock did not move at all, and there was no spiritual appearance in the room in front of him. He even stood at the door without even capturing a trace of true energy.

If the Supreme God of Chunyuan is still alive, it means that her immortal body is no longer here.

If she was dead, she wouldn't even have a breath, that would be reasonable.

He was a little discouraged and sighed with his head down.

But when he lowered his head, he saw a footprint on the ground that did not belong to him.

Fu Chen's eyes tightened, and he suddenly turned his head. There was no one around. His hand was alert to the hilt of Yun Yujian's sword, slowly squatted down, and looked at the footprint carefully.

It seems that these footprints have been a while, and the previous marks have been covered with a thin layer of dust.

He hesitated a little, and thought for a long time in his mind, but he still couldn't figure out who would come to this place.

The Supreme God of Chunyuan is a great god in the world and wilderness. He lives with Tian. It is rumored that he once suppressed the prehistoric beasts with the ancient emperor to maintain peace and tranquility in the world and wilderness.

Because of this, she does not have many disciples under her command.

In this generation, Fuchen is the only person.

In other words, a footprint at the door must not be left by her disciples, or the origin of this footprint is quite strange.

He circled the Ruoshui Peak Palace for a whole circle, and confirmed that the barrier of the palace was still intact, and only found the footprint at the door.

Watching the sun slowly approaching noon, he turned around and jumped down the dragon vein, followed the road he came, passed through the woods, flipped in from the rear window of the living yard, and hurriedly took off his clothes.

The moment the white fox fur was draped on his body, Luo Chen gently pushed open the door of the yard, held a large plate of lunch, and quickly placed his hands and feet on the dining table in the house.

He respectfully bowed to Fu Chen: "Today's lunch has been delivered, so use it slowly."

After saying that, he took two steps back politely, turned around and left.

"Let's go." Fu Chen looked at his back, walked aside, swept his hand over Luo Chen's back, and took off a yellow leaf. "Dare you ask God Luo Chen, what are the rules of this Kunlun Palace disciple ranking competition? How to compete?"

Luo Chen turned around with a smile. When he saw the leaves in his hand, his perfect smile suddenly stiffened. He laughed dryly, then looked inside the house very stiffly, and asked in a low voice: "Whether Yue Zun is in the house, why not ask Yue Zun to come out, I will explain it to you together."

Fu Chen shook his head slightly: "Master went to talk to Master Hongjun about participating in the competition early in the morning and has not returned yet."

Luo Chen seemed to have known it just now, and said seriously "Oh".

"Then you sit down, I will explain to you slowly." Luo Chen smiled, with two very beautiful dimples on his face, pulled the stool beside him and sat in front of Fu Chen.

How could Fu Chen not know the rules of Kunlun Palace ranking competition?

In every five hundred years, as the only disciple of the Ruoshui Peak Pure Yuan Shen, he had no right to choose at all.

In the past 20,000 years, a few people participated more than 40 times, and the number one position covered all his years in Kunlun Palace. Under such circumstances, how could Fu Chen not know the rules of this competition?

Looking at Luo Chen who was talking nonstop beside him, for a moment, he felt that the person in front of him was really similar to Chongwen from the Medicine King Valley. They were all intrigued and they were out of control.

In fact, it was a rule that could be explained in a few simple words, and he kept talking for half an hour.

When he looked at Fu Chen's head and said that he understood, the two big words "comfortable" rose significantly on Luo Chen's face.

The food in front of him was already a little cool, and Luo Chen looked at Fu Chen with a smile: "This is the first time participating in the competition in Yuehai Huanhua Pavilion. I have been in Kunlun Palace for ten thousand years and have never seen the magic of the Moon Clan. This time I finally have the chance to open my eyes!"

Fu Chen was slightly stunned and laughed dryly.

Seeing that it was not early, Luo Chen got up and bowed to say goodbye. He was in a very good mood and disappeared outside the house while humming a small song.

He was left alone, rubbed his temples, and looked at the table of cold food in front of him, and couldn't help sighing.

He has never been pleased with nostalgia. If one thing can be explained clearly in a few words, why do you have to talk about it for so long?

It took another incense stick of time before Zhao Yue came back from outside the yard. Seeing Fu Chen sitting at the dining table in a daze, frowned, and reached out to grab a steamed bun on the table: "Your face is dark, you must have caused something bad again!"

He took a bite of the steamed bun in his hand and looked at the fox-eared boy in front of him with dissatisfaction.

Fu Chen didn't say anything, raised his hand and snatched the steamed bun she had bitten, put it in front of him, inserted the chopsticks beside him, and tugged them hard several times.

This action was done in one go, and Zhao Yue was stunned.

"What's going on with you?"

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Zhaoyue: I don’t think I can do it anymore.

Fuchen:...

Zhaoyue: How could you take off your clothes anytime you keep moving.

Fuchen: Oh.

(Take out two bottles of good wine from Qiankun bag and open one bottle on your own.)

Fuchen: Come on, drink!

Zhaoyue:...
Chapter completed!