Chitose words

Chapter 77 Snow Mountain
After the soldiers pushed the slaves away gradually, Lu Shangque finally gently loosened his fingers that were almost white from strength.

"Your Highness makes atonement for your sins, but I was rude."

The little princess glanced at him lightly, and said with a smile: "What? Are you afraid that I will get angry and kill people, and the corpses will be scattered all over the place?"

Lu Shangque glanced at her, but said nothing.

At that glance, anyway, it was somewhat difficult to describe, and there was quite a feeling that silence was better than sound at this moment.

Fu Jingci laughed angrily.

She put two fingers together, pointed at him from the air, a little dissatisfied, and said a little coquettishly:

"I fought fiercely with the soldiers of Hanyong's army on the official road [-] miles away from Guangling, the capital of Hanyong in the Northern Dynasty, and acted recklessly on the heels of Sword Immortal Tomb Fuji City. Do you think I am that stupid?"

Lu Shangque froze for a moment, and then felt a little embarrassed by the words.

"That's not what I meant. Your Highness the Princess is naturally smart and considerate of the overall situation. It was me. I was the one who was too nervous just now."

Fu Jingci turned around, as usual, and slowly continued to kick the small stone that she had been tormenting for so long.

She chuckled, seeming to be laughing at herself.

"Actually, you weren't too nervous just now. As you expected, the fact that you were able to hold back from taking action was all due to my ninjutsu, which is as perfect as a tortoise."

She smiled lightly and joked, "The art of patience that I have developed now may be a little better than the art of Sanskrit music taught by Master himself."

In fact, just now she had been silently reciting the Great and Small Sanskrit Art and the Ksitigarbha Sutra in her mind, so that she could continue to hypnotize herself to calm down and not be impulsive.

Fu Jingci knows very well that as the princess of the Tianchen Dynasty who has been famous since the day she was born, and who is famous in the four countries, and who is personally ordered by the high priest of Fengzhi, she has to do what she can Only then.

What if she really rescued those Northern Dynasty slaves here?

Tianchen of the Southern Dynasty was thousands of miles away from Luomei Town of the Northern Dynasty, so where could she go to properly resettle them?
To put it another way, even if she was lucky enough not to be discovered by the people of Hanyong all the way, she could safely return to the Tianchen Kingdom with these Northern Dynasty slaves who could not carry their shoulders, could not resist their hands, and were all injured. So what?
Do they really want to?Are they willing to leave their homes, leave her, and go to a strange enemy country to spend the rest of their lives?
Can the people of the Southern Dynasties really give up their national hatred and accept these Hanyong slaves who even she herself does not know the origins of?
If the people in Guangling City or Buer City were alarmed by revealing their identities out of impulsive action, it would not be difficult for her and the little bird to escape by themselves, but what about these people?

If they were treated as Tianchen's work, would they still be alive?

She knew that if she had really taken action just now, she would not have saved them, but would have completely harmed them.

Fu Jingci understood even more clearly that even though she had three thousand worlds in her heart, it was not at this time, and it should not be here.

At least it shouldn't be her who is so small and useless at this moment.

At this moment, she was even more determined to break through the situation as soon as possible!
A 13-year-old half-immortal, in the Void Heaven Realm, is not enough!

She wants to break through the nebula and rank among the immortals!
Fu Jingci calmly held the Shanhe Sun-Moon Sword in his palm, raised his head with high morale, "Let's go! Go up the mountain!"

Lushangque raised his head to look at the sky, and said hesitantly, "Your Highness, it's getting late and the sun is almost setting. In the Kunling Snow Mountain at night, the temperature drops sharply, and it's bitterly cold. You have a noble status."

Fu Jingci smiled and waved his hand to interrupt him.

"What kind of noble status is there? After leaving Zhaoge City and Tianchen, I am just a sword cultivator - didn't we agree before leaving Zhaoge?
Along the way, your identity is my distant 'cousin' Shangque; and I am a weak cousin Azhao who came to join you and left home to practice martial arts with you Miss? "

She smiled like a harmless little fox, smart and cunning.

Her nickname is "Zhao Zhao".

It was her mother, Queen Xie, who took it for her, from the "Zhao" in Zhaoge.

Queen Xie hoped that her daughter's future life would be like that thousand-year-old city Zhaoge, prosperous and everlasting.Fu Jingci raised his eyebrows and urged Lu Shangque with a smile on his face.

"Let's go! 'Cousin'! Let's go up the mountain now! What do martial arts practitioners fear from the severe cold? The exercise of resistance is considered as practicing internal strength. Speaking of which, we have never practiced swordsmanship all night on Kunling Snow Mountain. Come to think of it, Extremely elegant!”

It's hard to say that the wind is not elegant, and it's hard to say that the bird is injured on the road, but the action of breaking the wind and cutting the sword in the snowy mountains of Kunling at night is indeed very heart-rending and crazy.

But what is unexpected is that, apart from their freshly baked "cousins", there are actually people who are as windy (crazy) elegant (demonic) as they are on this Kunling Snow Mountain.

——On the third day of practicing swords day and night in the severe cold and blizzard, they unexpectedly met a brain (carved) disabled (suffering) fellow who, like them, practiced swords in a desolate place deep in the snow-capped mountains.

This person was the first to be discovered by Fu Jingci.

She was just like a thief, tiptoeing along with the so-called road-scarred sparrow, quietly lying behind a rock in the upwind wind and snow.

If you say that Fu Jingci is lazy, she was not afraid of the severe cold since she was a child, she practiced martial arts hard, and never slack off for a day; but if you say that she is diligent, when she is not practicing swords, she is too lazy to use her internal energy to warm her body.

So at this moment, the girl's small hands were flushed red with cold, and the slender fingers that were originally white as green onions now looked like swollen carrots.

But she didn't feel cold yet. She was lying behind the icy rock, her big bright eyes chattering around, shining with inexplicable excitement!
She covered her lips with her hands, turned her head to block the strong wind, and said with a smile on her face, "Hehe! We have been in this ghost place for three days, and today we can be regarded as seeing a living disciple of Fuji City."

Their trip was only to cultivate their Dao heart and swordsmanship with the help of the natural limit of frost and snow, not to show off, let alone ask to compare swords with others.

Therefore, in order to avoid unnecessary troubles, Fu Jingci and Lu Shangque have been enlightened at the most inaccessible peak in the northwest of Kunling Snow Mountain in the past few days. The headquarters of Pai and Fuji City.

It is precisely because of this that they have never seen the disciples of Fuji City until now.

"Your Highness."

Lu Shangque reluctantly stretched out his hand to block her from the gale that sounded like dragons and tigers, but obviously it didn't do much.

"Why don't you use your skills to keep out the cold, so careless about your jade body, if you catch the wind and cold—"

"No way!"

Fu Jingci waved her hand indifferently, her little face that was blown red by the north wind seemed to be smeared with the most charming and best rouge in Zhaoge City, with pink in the red and transparent in the pink. Wear white.

She stretched out her little hand to cover the mouth of the road-stricken mother-in-law, and said in a small voice:
"——Little bird, please keep your voice down. Although this man is only practicing swords, he doesn't use his internal energy so he can't tell the level of martial arts. But just looking at his swordsmanship, he is already very superb, and his cultivation level is by no means ordinary."

If the snow and wind hadn't become their most natural helper, the man might have discovered them at such a close distance.

Fu Jingci withdrew his hand, and then continued to stare at the vague figure in the wind and snow with burning eyes.

She looked at it for a while, then stroked her chin thoughtfully.

"Is this Suxue's sword technique? From this point of view, this sword technique is worthy of being the first sword technique in the world that the swordsmen of Fuji City have continuously enlightened in the Kunling Snow Mountains and combined with the power of frost and flying snow to perfect and sublimate.

The momentum of his sword can actually echo the flying snow on the mountain, which is indeed exquisite. "

Without using internal strength, he can exert his sword intent to such an extreme, who is this person?
The girl frowned slightly.

Her curiosity was aroused after a long absence by the man who practiced swords in the cold and snow.

next moment.

"Withdraw, retreat, let's go practice sword practice quickly, we can't be outcompeted by others."

(End of this chapter)