Chapter 243 (1/2)

Fu chuantian's pale eyes turn slowly, as if to consider the true meaning of Shen Zhenyi.

After touching the mysteries of the top of martial arts, he became calm and introverted.

”Anyway, I have brought my knife. Is it still so sure after Mr. Shen saw it?”

The bloody sword is killing heaven.

With Fu Po Tian's words, the blade of the sword jumped and made a sonorous sound.

Flowers in the garden are falling.

A petal jumps in the air and finally falls into dust.

There is no life.

Shen Zhen Yi indifferent smile, white long sleeve a brush, steady will this withered petal catch.

At this point, the petals have become grayish brown, only a touch, will turn into powder dust.

Petals fall on the white sleeve, appear dirty and ugly.

Shen Zhenyi looked at it quietly and suddenly said with a smile: ”no matter what, we have been friends for many years. Since you are here, we should invite you to drink a glass of water.”

He gently shook his sleeve, and the withered petals fell in response to the sound, but not to the ground, but rose in the wind, slowly flying to the branches.

In this process, life seems to be re infused into the petals.

Originally shriveled and withered, it gradually began to swell and moisten, and the gray and black dead gas disappeared, showing a bright pink, as if spring had just arrived.

The most surprising thing is that the petals, which have been taken off, did not fall into the dust after two circles in the air, but flew back to the branches and fell back to the original place again!

Amazing!

Standing beside Shen Zhenyi, Chu Huoluo is stunned. She can almost put a duck egg in her mouth. She witnessed the whole process and couldn't believe it.

If you want her to cut down a hundred or a thousand flowers, you can't get a flower back to the branch.

This is simply out of the scope of martial arts, but like the legendary immortal method.

Fu broke the sky fixed ground to look at that one petal, in the eyes without God seems to have some infatuation.

”How did you do it?”

Shen turns to him.

”You can do it, too.”

Shen Zhenyi didn't make a mystery. ”It's just a kind of barrier between the forces of heaven and earth. The vitality is dead and can't be recovered. I just borrow it to keep our drinking spirit from getting bad.”

Fallen flowers can't be reopened, people can't be reborn after death.

At least we can't do it in the world.

”Good.”

Fu chuantian didn't ask again. He said calmly, ”I haven't seen you for 400 years. What kind of wine do you drink now?”

”When friends meet for four hundred years, we should drink wine.”

Shen Zhenyi clapped his hands, and his own people sent to the wine jar.

Fu chuantian didn't look at it either. He took over the wine jar, clapped open the mud seal, drank it with a gulp, and smashed the wine jar between them.

”The wine has been drunk, and the friendship in those years has been written off.”

”Mr. Shen, I'm going to make a knife.”

He said that he wanted to make a knife, but the whole person was still in a relaxed state, but his body became vague and unreal.

Shen Zhenyi holds the wine cup, squints and glares, and doesn't care.

”Since you are in such a hurry, let's do it. I said I would let you do it three times

”Good!”

Fu chuantian did not mean to be polite at all. He took a step forward and held his head like a knife.