"Xie Qingyi's ghostly aura has grown more and more recently. If this continues, I'm afraid nothing will be able to contain him."

"If there is no check, the balance will be broken and the world will be in chaos."

"The only contract that can control his nature is his birth date. Unfortunately, everyone who knew his birth date was killed by him, so..."

"We need your help."

The beautiful woman's analysis was very precise, and she put all the stakes in front of Fu Rou without mincing words.

She believed that since the overall situation of the world was involved, any disciple with a sense of responsibility would take the initiative to volunteer without hesitation.

But Fu Rou...

"But I'm only in the foundation building stage." She muttered softly.

Is there any need for communication between the Ghost King and the little trash on the third floor of the foundation building?

The beautiful woman was silent.

"I'll teach you swordsmanship."

A moment later, a cold voice sounded. Fu Rou looked up, and her gaze was intertwined with the other person's. She quickly looked away as if her eyes were burned, and began to tremble: "Well... I can learn from someone else."

?”

She made this request very carefully and timidly, and the hall suddenly fell into silence.

That was Shaohuaijing, a sword-bone genius who was rare to see in ten thousand years. Who wouldn't want to join his sect and learn swordsmanship from him? Otherwise, why would the Wanyue Sect have more new members every year?

Who wouldn't want to learn a few tricks from Shao Huaijing? Even if he gets some advice by chance, he can benefit from it for ten years.

Whoever thought of this, she became a despised existence.

A burst of laughter suddenly sounded in the empty hall, and the beautiful woman couldn't stop laughing, even the golden hairpin in her hair was shaking.

"If this spreads out, the leader will be completely embarrassed." She wiped the tears of laughter from the corners of her eyes, then turned to look at Fu Judao: "Little guy, who do you want to teach you?"

It’s fine for anyone, as long as you’re not the leader.

This is Fu Rou's innermost thoughts, and of course she won't say it out loud. What's more, she has no intention of going.

But before she could say the words of rejection, she heard the cold voice again.

"This trip is dangerous, I want to ensure your safety."

It means that he has taught it.

There was no room for Fu Rou's refusal.

Fu Rou's eyes widened, and she quickly looked at the old man and the beautiful woman in turn, but the two of them avoided each other with one look and shrugged to express that they were helpless.

There is no way, who made him the leader, who dare not listen to what he says.

You have to be able to fight even if you don't want to listen.

"Go to Lingweifeng on time at seven o'clock tomorrow."

As these words fell, Fu Rou's fate seemed to be knocked to death. Even though she didn't want to do anything, she could only swallow the resistance in her mouth when her eyes met those cold and calm eyes.

I can't help it, my aura is too strong... I can't afford to offend him.

Unable to reject the offer, Fu Rou could only go back and wait for notification.

It would be great if she could go offline now, so she wouldn't have to face such a scary face.

It's a pity that the system mechanism determines that suicide cannot be considered as completing the task.

Otherwise, she would commit suicide by jumping into the river right now.

After spending a very difficult night, Fu Rou reluctantly followed her senior brother who came to summon people to Lingweifeng in the morning.

She thought she was early enough, but when she arrived, she discovered that she was the last.

The diligent brothers and sisters have been practicing swordsmanship there early, and it seems that they have been practicing for a while.

Naturally, she also saw Lin Jiaojiao and Lu Shiling among them.

Her arrival attracted the attention of others, but because the leader was staring right in front, everyone's passion evaporated with enthusiasm.

Lu Shiling glanced at her. He knew about the master's decision yesterday, but he still couldn't figure out why the master agreed to Xie Qingyi.

Although guarding the ghost gate is a troublesome thing, Xie Qingyi may not always abide by the agreement.

After all, he is a ghost, not a human being.

People can be unbelieving, let alone ghosts.

Fu Rou herself has low internal strength and has almost no ability to protect herself if something happens.

This is really too dangerous.

Lu Shiling frowned. He could understand the truth and the master had to understand it, so he couldn't figure out what the master was going to do.

He was not the only one who couldn't figure it out, Fu Rou herself couldn't figure it out either.

There are thousands of Wanyue Sect disciples, so why must she be chosen to deal with Xie Qingyi?

Is it because he once wanted to give himself a birth date?

Then this is too ridiculous.

Fu Rou lowered her head and thought, and she was caught off guard when she heard her name:

"Fu Rou, come here."

The sudden sound frightened Fu Rou. She looked up reflexively and saw that all the eyes in the field were focused on her.

Including Shaohuai Jing’s cold gaze.

Fu Rou stiffened and felt an unprecedented pressure.

She walked slowly to Shao Huai Jing and said in a low voice: "Master... are you okay?"

Her voice was soft and soft, like a small animal that would be frightened by any loud noise.

Shao Huaijing looked at the furry head exposed by her bowed head and said, "Reach out your hand."

Fu Rou was stunned, looked at her hands, hesitated for a long while and stretched out both hands.

The girl's fingers were slender and white, and they were curling up slightly in response to the owner's slightly uneasy thoughts, like soft white clam meat, trembling silently.

Shao Huaijing stretched out her hand to hold one, and inserted the inner force into her meridians like a thread.

The coldness between the wrists was the temperature of the other person's fingers.

Fu Rou clenched her fingers uncomfortably, but she didn't want her fingertips to accidentally rub against the other person's palm. She froze immediately and looked at the other person in a panic.

Shao Huaijing's slightly drooped eyelashes showed a bit of indifference, and Bai Yu's expression showed no fluctuation. It seemed that he did not take her actions seriously, and after some inspection, he quickly let go.

"You will train with them here from now on."

From Shao Huaijing's examination just now, he found that the internal energy in her body was very thin. It cannot be said that her foundation was very poor. It could be said that she had almost no talent in this aspect of cultivation.

With such a foundation, one should practice more diligently.

So Fu Rou became a transfer student among these direct disciples.

He is also the only one among these people who is a waste in the foundation building period without any background.

The backstage is secondary, but the waste is real.

Fu Rou stands out among the other brothers and sisters, mainly because she is so attractive.

She was clearly holding a basic silver sword, but her slashing speed was extremely slow, and her entire small, white face was even more wet with sweat.

It was as if she had used all her strength to slash.

The man on the side couldn't help but look at her a few more times, not because of her lame movements.

But he felt that she seemed a bit... weirdly pretty?

But before he could take a few more glances, his vision was blocked by a flash of black.

Lu Shiling blocked other people's sight with a calm expression, and then corrected her poor sword-holding action under the girl's surprised gaze:

"The hilt of the sword should be held on the wrist like this so that it won't be difficult."

He put his hand on her wrist and corrected her movements little by little.

He acted very much like a senior brother who cared about his junior sister's cultivation progress, but only he knew how nervous he was.

Her fingers were soft and wet, and a thin layer of sweat seemed to melt into his palm, bringing out bursts of fragrance.

His heartbeat gradually accelerated with the fragrance, and his whole body seemed to be about to escape.

He hooked her fingertips, adjusted her fingers one by one, then released his hand and took a step back.

"Okay." He said anxiously, squeezing his fingers.

Fu Rou didn't notice anything strange about the boy next to her. She waved it a few times as usual, and the jerky feeling was indeed reduced a lot.

Her eyes lit up, and she quickly followed the young man beside her to say thank you: "Thank you, senior brother, I feel much better."

She wanted to sincerely thank him, but unexpectedly she saw a young man with cheeks as red as jade, and a pair of long dark eyelashes that trembled frequently.
To be continued...