Fujizo doesn't look young, his temples are already pale, and his appearance is slightly vicissitudes of life. From the outside, he is about forty or fifty years old. If you look closely, you can find that Wang Zhuo's wife looks quite similar to this person.
This person is extremely handsome, with a flawless face inlaid with a pair of eyes that are brighter than the sparkling gems in the dark ocean.
"Xiu Xiu, now my Fuji family has encountered a strong enemy, and the ancestors do not appear. This matter has a strange smell. If you return to the Fuji family safely this time, you and your sister should not come out." Fuji San's voice , Said plainly.
Fuji Hidehide is the daughter of Fujizo. In fact, the reason Fujizo came out of the closed room was to protect Fuji Hidehide back to the town of Fujisan.
Fuji Hidehide nodded slightly.
"If... If you die for your father this time, then you should not go to Fujijiacheng to find your sister, and leave Zhao country immediately, how far and how far you have walked." Fujisan hesitated and said solemnly. .
Wang Zhuo listened to this, his expression calm, but his heart was sneered.
Fujisan's eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts. He glanced at Wang Zhuo coldly, without showing any expression on his face, making people wonder whether he was happy or angry.
He stretched out his hand and stroked Fuji Hidehide's hair, feeling waves of emotion in his heart.
Since his ancestor forced him to separate from his wife many years ago, he knew that even if he lived in this life, he could only survive in the shadow of the ancestor. All of this was just because his wife was a mortal, and he, As a direct family member of the Teng family, as one of the most valued great-great-grandsons of the ancestors, he must never marry a mortal as his wife.
Because. His offspring. Must have the qualifications to cultivate immortals!
If you want to change, you must have power. Must have more than the cultivation base of the ancestor.
Years later. He is successful in cultivation. Although the two daughters have already stepped into the realm of comprehension with his help. But his wife had already died of life. The grief in his heart. Until now, there has never been a moment less.
These countless years. He disciplines himself strictly. Wholeheartedly monasticism. Because only in the pursuit of monasticism. He could suppress the devastating miss for his deceased wife.
To a certain extent. Fuji Hidehide who looks most similar to his deceased wife. Not only his daughter, but also replaced the longing for his deceased wife in his heart. So he will never let anyone hurt Fuji Hidehide in his life. Will not let her be wronged at all.
A cold glance at Wang Zhuo. Fujisan said lightly: "Wang Zhuo. For Xiuxiu's sake. The old man won't kill you. Get out! From now on. Fuji Xiuxiu has nothing to do with you."
Wang Zhuo's eyes flashed, staring at Fujisan, and said with a sneer: "It's so angry!" As he said, he was about to leave as soon as he retreated.
When Teng Xiuxiu heard this, her expression changed, she immediately stepped forward and grabbed Wang Zhuo's arm, turned and looked at her father with tears in her eyes, bit her lower lip, and said nothing.
Fujisan’s gaze was still cold, but slowly, he sighed and turned his head. Fuji Xiuxiu’s gaze was almost exactly the same as that of his deceased wife. He could not kill Wang Zhuo in front of Fuji Xiuxiu. Because he didn't want to, Fuji Hidehide was sad all his life.
"Wang Zhuo, even if the Teng family did too much wrong to your whole clan back then, I hope you, don’t hurt Xiuxiu, you... after all, you are a couple of double cultivation, your parents may not be able to accompany you for life, but your wife, I’m the only one who can accompany you for the rest of my life, Wang Zhuo, you can do it for yourself.”
Wang Zhuo was silent and glanced at Fuji Xiuxiu. His heart was full of complicated colors. In fact, even he didn't know how he would choose if there was such a day.
Fujihide looked at the two men who were very important to her, and whispered: "Father, Wang Zhuo won't, he won't." At the end, her voice was full of conviction. This woman, always By this time, I still insisted on believing that Wang Zhuo would never hurt her.
Although Fujisan's expression remained the same, the murderous intentions in his heart were not reduced, but more. If it was the time when the Teng family was strong, Wang Zhuo's life and death were of little significance, and Teng San had full certainty, Wang Zhuo would never act rashly.
But now, when the Fuji family is facing a crisis, all these are very different. Fujizo has already decided to find a chance to Wang Zhuo and his death after returning to the Fuji family city.
Because he always felt that if this Wang Zhuo did not die, then Fuji Xiuxiu would definitely be in danger.
However, he did not have this opportunity.
One day, dark clouds suddenly rushed from the sky clouds, and almost in the blink of an eye, they covered the surrounding sky, and the black clouds seemed to fall down at any time.
Fujisan's eyes condensed suddenly, and he hardly hesitated. Pointing his right index finger on his abdomen, he spouted a mouthful of Nascent Soul blood. At the same time, a spot of light flew out of his storage bag and merged into the blood and immediately changed. , Turned into an oval aperture and appeared in front of him.
Fujisan grabbed his hands, and Fuji Xiuxiu exclaimed. She was involuntarily thrown into the aperture by Fujisan. She looked at Wang Lin and her voice was full of desperate pleading: "Father!!!"
The sound fell in Tengsan's ears, he couldn't be cruel, he sighed secretly, and grabbed again with his right hand. This time, Wang Zhuo was caught by him and threw it at the aperture.
Together with Fuji Hidehide, they disappeared into the aperture.
All this happened extremely quickly, almost at the moment when the black mist was shrouded in black mist, Fujisan had already lowered his cultivation level, and at the cost of a large amount of Nascent Soul essence and blood, he sent Fuji Xiuxiu and the other two out.
After doing this, he had no regrets in his heart, his body was tall and straight, looking up at the sky, beside him, a gleaming orange flying sword appeared silently.
This flying sword was created by him himself. This sword is called Mourning Yun. His wife has a rhyme in his name.
He wiped this sword with spiritual power every day, and never let anyone touch it except himself, even Fujikamoto.
When fighting against people, he never used this sword.
This flying sword, he treasures, is not weaker than Fuji Hidehide, because when he built this sword, his wife left a drop of blood in it.
It is precisely because of this drop of mortal blood that the power of this sword has fallen a lot, but Fujizo didn't care at all. In his mind, this sword is there, others are there, this sword is broken, and others die.
At this moment, Fujisan had a strong will to fight, because he knew that today, he was bound to die.
If he is allowed to choose the method of death, he hopes that he can coexist and die with this sword.
Gently touched the flying sword. This was the last time he wiped it with spiritual power in his life. Then his eyes flashed suddenly, revealing bursts of determination. Without a word, the flying sword hummed. It galloped towards the black mist of the sky.
Fujisan's body immediately leaped, and immediately after Feijian, his whole body's spiritual power was pushed to the limit, and his whole body, together with Feijian, turned into a meteor, with a color of absoluteness, suddenly rushed into the black mist in the sky.
Among the shooting stars, Fujisan vaguely saw his wife, smiled at him, and called out to him.
The meteor dashed across the sky, passed through the black fog, and landed hundreds of miles away.
In the black mist and clouds, all condensed together to form an illusory figure, gradually revealing Wang Lin's appearance, he looked thoughtfully at the direction of the passing star.
At the moment just now, the middle-aged man rushed towards him without any fear, and died in the extreme state, but at the moment of his death, a trace of mourning was felt by Wang Lin.
Wang Lin was silent for a long time, he did not take out the soul of this person, although this soul would become a superior demon if it were sacrificed. He did not expect that even in the Teng family, there are such kind and righteous people, but this person must die, because he should not be born in the Teng family!
Hundreds of miles away, the meteor fell, and Fujisan's body had no injuries.
In his hand, the flying sword named Mourning Yun shone after it shined for the last time...
Tengjiacheng.
Teng Hua Yuan was on the top floor of the ancestral house, staring blankly at the row of jade slips in front of him. There were nine jade slips in total, five of which were already shattered. As Teng Hua Yuan looked at it, it represented the jade slips of Teng San. With a "click" sound, one broke into two.
Teng Huayuan's body trembled, and his figure suddenly became much older. He tremblingly stretched out his hand, and touched the broken jade slips one by one, and finally stopped on the Teng Sanyu slips in his eyes. She shed tears that she had never seen before for four hundred years.
"Haier..." Fujikamoto murmured.
Fujimi is the real name of Fujizo.
While inheriting their titles, the nine core clansmen of the Teng family will leave a trace of their souls in the special jade slips in the ancestral house. In just two days, these jade slips shattered one by one, and each piece was broken. , Fuji Kamoto's heart will be stabbed.
Especially Fujigo, he almost witnessed the death process in person. This feeling of being ten feet away, but close to the end of the world, even the hard as iron heart of Fujikamoto couldn't help but feel pain.
In appearance, Fujigo, except for Fujiichi, is the most similar person to Fuji Li of the year. It is precisely because of this that he is very much loved by Fujikamoto.
Fujiujiu, a bitter childhood, caused his distorted character. It is precisely because of this that he embarked on an extreme cultivation path and overdrawn his life. Fuji Huayuan had already prepared the best pill for him, but unfortunately, now this pill is no longer available.
Fujiba, Fujiliu, and Fujisi also have a place in Fujikamoto's mind, but compared with them, Fujisan's weight is the heaviest.
Fujisan, Fujikamoto once thought it was the shame of the entire Fuji family. As a core disciple, he did not seek practice, but was obsessed with a mortal woman. For this reason, he forcibly interfered, separated the two, and let the ruthless years take away that. The life of a woman.
Fujikamoto knows, Fujizo, hates him!
However, this does not affect the kindness of Fujikamoto to Fujisan, an alternative tribe of the Fujisan family. Even, for the things of the year, he has some regrets in his heart, but this trace of regret has no roots anymore, because Fujisan Already, dead!