Peerless Taoist

When Lu Yu was in the lower realm, it was Fu Zhixue who saved his life from Xu Guizong. Not to mention, it was with the help and guidance of Fu Zhixue that Lu Yu was able to establish a foothold in the Heavenly Realm.    

"Senior Brother!"    

Lu Yu walked forward and supported Fu Zhixue.    

After not seeing him for so many years, the high-spirited young man had become lethargic. His white hair was like a waterfall, and his clothes were simple. Fu Zhixue's face was filled with an unconcealable fatigue.    

He was the disciple of Wen Sheng and Yi Han. His talent was shocking, and he had been expected to become a Grand Secretary at a young age.    

Xu Gui Zong and the plain girl were the pain of his life. One of them was his good friend, and the other was his lover. Both of them were dead. Only when he was outside the Imperial Capital did Fu Zhi Xue show his weakness.    

In the last years of Great Yu, there were too many outstanding figures. However, many people had forgotten that Fu Zhixue was once a peerless genius.    

Not many people admired Lu Yu in this life, but the study of talismans was definitely one of them.    

"Senior Brother, where have you been all this time?"    

Lu Yu grabbed Fu Zhixue's arm, but he could feel that under his loose robe, Fu Zhixue's bones were terrifyingly thin.    

He had already lost a lot of weight. He was like a scholar who had exhausted all his energy, causing him to be unprecedentedly weak.    

His hair had all turned silver. It was like the autumn wind falling on the leaves, making the green turn yellow.    

Even so, Zhixue still stood straight up. His skinny body seemed to contain a long sword. He was ready to draw it out at any time. No one knew what he had experienced. In the past, Zhixue was gentle and easy-going, a scholar who had read a lot, but now he was like an assassin who was ready to drink the blood of others.    

"Little Brother, I've heard about what you've done over the years. You've done very well."    

It was the same familiar voice. Fu Zhixue patted Lu Yu's shoulder and revealed a gratified smile.    

When Lu Yu heard this voice, his heart trembled even more. He could hear the weakness in Fu Zhixue's voice. No matter what, Fu Zhixue was a World Lord expert. He shouldn't be so weak.    

As for Lu Yu asking how he was doing, Fu Zhixue waved his hand and did not plan to answer.    

He had followed the reincarnation of the plain girl and was willing to be her Dao Protector for the rest of his life to repay her kindness.    

Lu Yu suddenly turned his head and looked at the Divine Sword Marquis, Fang Buhui, who was standing at the side.    

Back in the Imperial Capital, although Lu Yu, the Divine Sword Marquis, and Fu Zhixue did not officially become sworn brothers, they were still brothers.    

On the sword behind Fang Buhui's back, there was a faint killing intent. It was obvious that he had experienced an intense battle.    

"Master Hou, what's going on?" Lu Yu asked.    

The Divine Sword Marquis, Fang Buhui, was first transferred to the Two World Mountain by Zhao Yuanyan, and then transferred to the bitter cold place. Because Fang Buhui and Lu Yu were on good terms, Zhao Yuanyan wanted him to die in a foreign land.    

However, in the end, Zhao Yuanyan still miscalculated.    

After all, Fang Buhui was one of the eight great Divine Marquises of Great Yu in the past. His cultivation level was extremely high, and his sword qi was sharp. He killed the guard by force and then lived in seclusion in the martial arts world.    

The Nets Above Snares Below had once found traces of Fang Buhui, but was forced to stop by Lu Yu. He knew that Fang Buhui was used to being free and unfettered.