Chapter 48: After abandoning the poor little apprentice 8 Let you and your master be in the illusion...

Rong Jiao was so frightened that his face turned pale, his heart almost jumped out of his throat, and even his back was wet with cold sweat.

what to do?

What should he do?

Did Fu Wei find out?

Fu Wei, who was half asleep, was startled by this. He waved his finger and the lights in the hall came on. He became much more awake and hurriedly touched Rong Jiao's forehead.

"What's wrong with you? Why is your face so ugly?"

Seeing that Fu Wei had no other unusual expression except worry, Rong Jiao lowered his brows and never said a word.

Fu Wei couldn't help but frown when she saw this. She subconsciously reached out and touched his brow, probing into his sea of ​​consciousness.

As soon as his sea of ​​consciousness was touched, Rong Jiao suddenly came to his senses and dodged as if he had just woken up from a dream.

“It’s okay…it’s okay…”

Fu Wei's face was solemn: "How can you be okay when you look so ugly?"

Rong Jiao: "I'm sorry..."

Fu Wei: "Don't tell me you're sorry, you were afraid I'd die, so you had nothing better to do than come and check on me in the middle of the night!"

Rong Jiao silently turned his head away, not wanting Fu Wei to see the panic in his eyes, and said softly, "It's because I had a nightmare that Master died, so I couldn't sleep and wanted to get up to check on Master."

Fu Wei gave a forced smile: "...Then you are truly a filial and good disciple."

“…” Rong Jiao just clenched his fists, lowered his head, and looked like he was ready to be beaten and scolded.

As long as Fuwei doesn’t find out, it’s fine.

My strange behavior has no other meaning to Fu Wei. Maybe one day when I tell him that I like him, he will reply very calmly - I like myself too.

Then, rub his head and coax him like a child, saying, "Oh, of course I like you too. Go play, my good disciple."

After figuring this out, Rong Jiao suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and continued using this excuse: "...But Master, I am really scared..."

Fu Wei said angrily: "Don't worry, your master was born and raised by nature. Even if you die, I won't die."

"But Master..." Rong Jiao smiled happily.

The more she looked at the child, the dumber he became. Fu Wei was helpless and could only hold Rong Jiao's head and hold him in her arms like when he was a child, then covered him with a quilt and turned off the lights.

"You bastard, just shut up and leave me alone for a while, okay?"

Although she said words of disgust, her body was actually more considerate than anyone else. After holding Rong Jiaolong in her arms, she gently patted his back.

A familiar faint fragrance lingered in his ears, and Rong Jiao's ears and cheeks were as red as a cooked shrimp. Fortunately, he buried his face in Fu Wei's arms, and Fu Wei could not see his appearance clearly.

Even if she saw it, Fu Wei would just feel that she was too hot.

Rong Jiao suppressed the throbbing in his heart, slowly stretched out his hand, and placed his hand on Fu Wei's slender and strong waist, wanting to hug Fu Wei.

"It's itchy, don't touch my waist." Fu Wei shuddered and pulled Rong Jiao's hand off her waist.

"Oh." Rong Jiao stopped moving, but subconsciously rubbed his fingertips under the quilt.

It turns out that Master’s waist cannot be touched, it will be very itchy.

What about other places?

When I think of that day, Fu Wei's neck seemed to not like others touching it. If it was touched even slightly, her whole body would tremble and turn red.

Well, can't touch it.

Fu Wei: "Don't let your imagination run wild. Go to bed early. We're leaving for Dongzhou tomorrow."

Rong Jiao responded obediently: "Okay."

At this point, Rong Jiao had to admit one thing, that is, his relationship with Fu Wei was not just an ordinary master-disciple relationship, it had deteriorated.

But he doesn't know.

Rong Jiao, who had figured everything out, couldn't sleep.

…

Dongzhou Tianshui Pavilion.

"I heard that Rong Jiao will also be here when the secret realm opens."

"Rong Jiao, who is he? Why does he sound familiar?"

"How could you forget about the Sword Lord's disciple, Rong Jiao, whom he held in the palm of his hand and looked at like the apple of his eye all these years?"

"Every good thing has happened to the Shangqing Immortal Sect. After losing Jiguang, they now have this pair of master and disciple who are trying to kill them."

"yes."

The master of Tianshui Pavilion was leaning on the main seat, wearing a red gauze dress, and holding a pipe in her slender jade fingers painted with red nail polish. She was listening slowly, and the smoke she was puffing out blurred her enchanting and charming face.

This is Feng Chixue, the new leader of Tianshui Pavilion.

"Master Feng, what do you think?"

I don’t know who asked the question, but Feng Chixue narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly and suddenly smiled.

“Already here.”

Feng Chixue's figure flashed, and in an instant he was in front of Fu Wei, smiling charmingly: "Master Sword Lord, long time no see, do you miss me?"

As he spoke, his body softened and he fell into Fu Wei's arms.

Fu Wei flipped the man over with an expressionless face. Feng Chixue's body somersaulted in the air, his crimson clothes fluttering gracefully. In the blink of an eye, he returned to the main seat.

As if he had no bones, he leaned back in his seat and said with a sad face, "Master Sword Lord is so heartless."

Fu Wei's brows jumped: "Can you be more serious?"

Feng Chixue tutted his words, "So liking the Sword Master is not serious? The Sword Master is really boring."

Fu Wei didn't say anything, but just stared at Feng Chixue closely, his eyes full of coldness. Seeing this, Feng Chixue curled his lips and exhaled another puff of smoke lightly.

"Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore."

Fu Wei then took Rong Jiao to sit down.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. After all, they only dared to gossip about Fu Wei behind her back, and it was absolutely impossible for them to get close to her and start a big fight.

Moreover, the relationship between Fu Wei and Feng Chixue is not comparable to theirs. Feng Chixue was just the least pleasing disciple of the old Pavilion Master back then. It was Fu Wei who knew what method he used to elevate Feng Chixue to the position of Pavilion Master.

Since then, the Tianshui Pavilion headed by Feng Chixue has only followed Fu Wei's lead, and many rumors have spread.

Rong Jiao had naturally heard these rumors, so when he saw Feng Chixue, he was quite hostile towards her.

Fortunately, apart from the frivolous behavior at the beginning, Feng Chixue did not do anything excessive. He explained the opening time of the secret realm and the things to pay attention to in a proper manner, and then everyone took their disciples back to rest.

Except Fuwei.

He was still sitting there quietly drinking tea.

Feng Chixue walked down from the main seat and said with a smile, "How does the hundred-year-old peach blossom wine taste?"

Fu Wei nodded: "Not bad, very delicious."

Except for himself, Fu Wei treated everyone around him equally, except Feng Chixue, for whom Fu Wei showed unprecedented relaxation.

Feng Chixue was the same. After all, most of the immortal families were afraid of Fu Wei, and it was obvious to everyone, but she was not afraid at all.

This made Rong Jiao feel a little uncomfortable and a little jealous, as if something that clearly belonged to him alone was given to someone else without his knowledge.

"Are you Rong Jiao?"

Rong Jiao's attitude was cold: "Rong Jiao greets Pavilion Master."

Feng Chixue looked at the man carefully, and suddenly curled up the corners of his lips. While Rong Jiao was not paying attention, he attacked Rong Jiao.

Each move was fierce. After only three rounds, Feng Chixue had Rong Jiao lying on the table.

I saw the jade-white fingers pressing on Rong Jiao's spine neatly and efficiently, and the scarlet spiritual power rushed in desperately.

When he was about to touch the Glazed Bone, the biting cold of ice and snow forced Feng Chixue back, and his palms were covered with frost.

Rong Jiao mobilized his protective spiritual power, repelled Feng Chixue, and quickly retreated, looking at Feng Chixue warily: "What are you doing?"

Feng Chixue crushed the frost in his hand and said with a smile, "Don't be nervous, little one. I just want to see how your Liuli Bone training is going. It seems that it is still not good enough."

Upon hearing this, Fu Wei understood in his heart that it seemed that the cultivation level at the peak of the Golden Core Realm was still too little.

Rong Jiao: "What do you mean?"

Feng Chixue didn't say anything, just looked at Fu Wei quietly.

Fu Wei said softly, "It's nothing. Pavilion Master Feng is just testing your skills."

Although he said that, Rong Jiao still felt something was wrong, but he believed Fu Wei, so he nodded.

Fu Wei added, "You should go back to your residence first. I still have something to discuss with Pavilion Master Feng."

Rong Jiao looked at Feng Chixue hesitantly.

Feng Chixue teased, "Why, are you afraid that I'll eat your master?"

Rong Jiao didn't say anything, just glanced at Fu Wei silently and left.

"The cultivation level at the peak of the Golden Core stage is not enough." Feng Chixue said.

Fu Wei nodded: "When he comes out of the secret realm, he should be able to break through to the Nascent Soul stage."

Feng Chixue said, "The transition from Nascent Soul to Spiritualization is a huge challenge. Even Ji Guang took a hundred years."

Fu Wei: "So I plan to let him practice the ruthless way."

This decision made Feng Chixue gasp. The ruthless path required the severance of all emotions and love, and the severance of all karma. As the level of cultivation became higher and higher, those who practiced it would gradually lose all emotions and desires, and live like a piece of ice, a puppet.

Only in this way can one achieve unity of mind and body on the path of cultivating immortals and make rapid progress in cultivation.

Practicing the ruthless way is indeed a shortcut, but after achieving it, it is no different from being dead.

Feng Chixue couldn't help but click his tongue: "You've watched him grow up since he was a child. Can you really bear to watch him practice the ruthless way?"

"But ever since I decided to take him in, it was all for his Liuli Bone."

This includes borrowing the demon clan's treasure from Bai Lingqiu, also in order to dig out Rong Jiao's glass bones one day and revive Ji Guang.

Feng Chixue: "I still don't understand why you are so obsessed with reviving Jiguang. You are already the best in the world, the head of the Shangqing Immortal Sect, and a sword master respected by everyone in the world. You have everything you wanted."

Fu Wei slowly stood up, his face stern, and said bluntly: "But this is not what I want."

Feng Chixue was surprised: "What do you want?"

Fu Wei smiled and said, "Freedom."

He wanted to completely erase the backlash curse that Jiguang had placed on him. He wanted to be clear-headed and free of all worries. He wanted to be as free as the wind, without any constraints or restrictions.

Instead of today, it looks bright and beautiful on the surface, but in fact both hands and feet are shackled.

He hated the feeling of being constrained like this.

He wanted to break through this shackle, even if it meant losing his position as the head of the sect.

Feng Chixue still didn't understand. She frowned and said, "But no one in this world can control you anymore."

Fu Wei asked in return: "So the shackles disappeared?"

No.

It will never disappear.

Once the backlash curse is known to others, there is no guarantee that they will attack Fu Wei in groups. In any case, the more people Fu Wei kills, the more backlash he will suffer. They will use human lives to exhaust all of Fu Wei's spiritual power.

By then, Fu Wei would be like fish on someone else's chopping board.

Fu Wei would not allow such a thing to happen, so he had to resurrect Ji Guang and break the backlash curse.

Feng Chixue seemed to understand a little, so she asked, "But I see Rong Jiao has such deep feelings for you, and you don't just treat him as a tool. Are you really willing to let him go?"

"It's just compensation for guilt."

Feng Chixue continued, "What if he disagrees?"

Fu Wei curled his lips and said firmly: "He will agree."

Feng Chixue: "Why are you so sure?"

Fu Wei said: "Because he doesn't want to leave me."

So this was also part of Fu Wei's plan? Using her true feelings to coerce Rong Jiao.

Feng Chixue: "When are you going to tell him about this?"

Fu Wei thought for a moment: "Come back from the secret realm."

He will talk to Rong Jiao in person, and by then, Rong Jiao will have to agree even if she disagrees.

…

This time the secret realm is opened, only those below the Nascent Soul stage can participate.

There are a total of twenty people participating from the Shangqing Immortal Sect this time. They are all elite disciples selected from various peaks. After entering the secret realm, they all consciously take Rong Jiao as the leader.

As for the disciples from other sects, they also came in groups.

There are many spiritual herbs and treasures in this secret realm.

Occasionally, they encountered a few spiritual beasts. The low-level ones were released, and the high-level ones were taken away by the disciples of the Beast Taming Peak. So nothing special happened along the way.

As they went deeper, they entered a bottomless abyss.

The deep pool was extremely calm, like a pool of stagnant water, but on the cliffs deep in the pool, there actually grew fist-sized Huiling Fruits!

The most important thing is that there is more than one, it’s a wall!

You should know that the Huiling Fruit is a miraculous fruit that can bring mortals back to life and allow ordinary cultivators to break through. It is sold at a sky-high price outside the secret realm, and there are so many of them in the secret realm!

The disciples from various sects were originally friendly with each other, but when the spiritual fruit appeared, everyone looked at each other with different thoughts. In the end, no one knew who started it, but everyone rushed over like a gust of wind.

Only Rong Jiao felt that something was not right and stretched out his hand to block the disciples of Shangqing Xianzong.

Upon seeing this, the disciples of Tianshui Pavilion also retreated silently.

Just as the disciples who were snatching the spiritual fruits were cheering, they saw that the fruits, which were as red as gems just now, began to turn black and rot, and a foul odor hit them in the face.

Immediately afterwards, a black dragon soared into the sky!

The deep pool stirred up huge waves, washing over the earth.

Only then did everyone realize that the wall was inlaid with countless eerie corpses.

The dragon spit out its core, its dark scales sparkling, and it roared as it pounced towards the group of disciples who were trying to snatch the spiritual fruits!

The disciples ran away in panic, crying and howling like ghosts.

This scene was also seen clearly by Fu Wei and the others.

They were not worried because before opening the secret realm, they had seen in advance that the dragon was injured and now only had the cultivation level of a Jindan stage cultivator. As long as Rong Jiao and the others worked together, it would not be difficult to kill the dragon.

Feng Chixue played with his pipe and asked Fu Wei with a smile, "Sword Master, do you think your disciple can defeat this dragon?"

Rong Jiao was taught by him personally, so Fu Wei had complete confidence in him, so she said without any humility, "Of course."

Rong Jiao in the secret realm did not disappoint. While the dragon focused its attention on the disciples picking spiritual fruits, he and the disciples of Tianshui Pavilion had already discussed what to do.

In just one hour, the dragon was pinned to the wall by Rong Jiao's sword.

Feng Chixue, who was outside the secret realm, clapped his hands and cheered, "As expected of the Sword Lord's disciple."

But Fu Wei no longer felt relaxed. He didn't even hear Feng Chixue's words clearly, but stared at the dragon.

Everyone was confused by this unexpected change, and someone asked, "What happened?"

Feng Chixue couldn't see anything wrong: "Isn't he already dead?"

In the secret realm, several disciples were discussing splitting the elixir, so much so that they didn't even notice that the dragon, which was supposed to be dead, actually opened its eyes.

Fu Wei: "Oh no, that dragon is going to transform into a dragon!"

Everyone was shocked.

"No, how could he turn into a dragon?"

Once the Jiaolong transforms into a dragon, it will be at least at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage. Wouldn't that mean the lives of those youngsters?!

Feng Chixue pointed out the problem: "When I suppressed my cultivation to explore the secret realm, the spiritual fruits were not yet ripe. It was because the dragon ate those fruits that it turned into a dragon!"

"Sword Master, what should we do?"

Before Feng Chixue could finish his words, Fu Wei's body had already transformed into a stream of light and headed straight for the secret realm.

The dragon transformed into a dragon, and the entire secret realm was on the verge of collapse. The people outside completely lost control of the situation in the secret realm.

Rong Jiao and the others' situation is not optimistic.

Countless thunders descended, and the dragon rolled in the thunder. Its huge body crushed and collapsed all the trees and forests. Everyone was forced to have nowhere to go and could only keep dodging. No one knew how long it took, and the thunder ended, but the dragon did not grow any horns.

The dragon's eyes were blood red, and it looked around with anger, as if looking for something. Its huge tail was restless, and every swing of its tail shook the earth.

A confused disciple asked, "What's going on?"

Rong Jiao bit her lip and said, "It should be that the dragon is in the secret realm, and the thunder tribulation has been affected, so the dragon's transformation was forced to stop."

"Then why is he so grumpy?"

Rong Jiao said, "He has become a half-dragon and has developed a spiritual consciousness. He is blaming us for not being able to transform into a dragon. He is coming to kill us!"

As the sound fell, the dragon discovered them and spewed a mouthful of fire towards them!

The power of this dragon is stuck at the early stage of Nascent Soul, which has already made the secret realm shaky and is in a rioting stage. It is simply not something that these disciples of theirs can deal with.

"What should I do? I crushed the distress talisman, but the signal is disconnected!"

"We can't defeat it. Will we die?"

"Master, please come and save us. I don't want to die yet."

"Big Brother, what should we do?"

I don't know where Rong Jiao got his confidence from, but he said with certainty: "My master will come to save us, let's hold on for a while longer."

Fu Wei will definitely notice something is wrong and rescue them quickly.

"roar--"

The dragon discovered them!

A huge fire instantly burned the grass and trees that covered their bodies. Rong Jiao dodged in a panic, but the dragon reacted faster and slapped it hard with a claw. Rong Jiao did not hesitate to summon the Lingshuang Sword and block it in front of him.

"Big Brother!"

The sword was bent by the pressure, the frost and snow condensed, and then melted by the fire on the dragon's body, dripping wetly onto Rong Jiao's face.

Seeing that Rong Jiao was about to collapse, the other disciples made a move to chop the dragon, but were slammed away by the dragon's tail!

"roar!"

At the critical moment, a sharp sword energy swept over and cut off the dragon's newborn claws. The dragon claws fell to the ground with a bang. Rong Jiao was confused and was embraced by a familiar embrace the next second.

It’s Fu Wei!

But it only took a moment before Rong Jiao was put down.

While Fu Wei was fighting the dragon with great effort, he cleared his mind and sent a message to them.

"The secret realm can no longer withstand the cultivation of a second Jindan or higher level. I have suppressed my cultivation to the peak of Jindan. Now the secret realm is in danger of collapse. Find a chance to leave and don't stay!"

"yes!"

The other disciples left in a hurry, but Rong Jiao was the only one who was unwilling to leave.

How can someone at the peak of the Golden Core stage fight against a dragon at the Nascent Soul stage? Isn't that courting death?

Rong Jiao was a little anxious. When he was thinking about what to do, Fu Wei took the dragon's initiative and hit it hard, inserting the Immortal Demon Sword into the dragon's inner alchemy!

The dragon roared, and huge spiritual power spread out from its body, bringing with it the pressure of destroying the world.

This dragon is actually going to self-destruct!

Even Fu Wei's eyes flashed with surprise, but Rong Jiao had already rushed to Fu Wei like an arrow and hugged him.

Before the huge explosion came, Fu Wei turned around, switched positions with Rong Jiao, and protected Rong Jiao in his arms!

The huge spiritual power made Fu Wei spit out blood. He fell from a high altitude into a dark pool while holding Rong Jiao. The blood bloomed in the water like a scarlet flower.

They sank and floated in the pool.

Fu Wei had already fainted. Rong Jiao tried his best to grab Fu Wei. He held Fu Wei's waist and wanted to take Fu Wei upstream.

At this moment, a dazzling golden light suddenly engulfed them.

The spirit is in turmoil and the sea of ​​consciousness is shaking.

Rong Jiao's consciousness was completely plunged into darkness, but the hand holding Fu Wei never loosened. In the surging pool water, they were wrapped in golden light and taken to an unknown place.

…

When Rong Jiao woke up again, he was in a palace.

The palace was magnificent but deserted and empty. In the main hall there was only a tall statue of a god, which looked like neither a demon nor an immortal. There was an incense table in front of the statue and two cushions underneath.

He was not in the mood to check where he was. The first thing he did when he woke up was to look for Fu Wei. He was relieved to find Fu Wei lying next to him.

"He's fine, kid."

A young man in white clothes walked out from the statue and said with a smile.

Rong Jiao protected Fu Wei behind him and looked at him warily: "Who are you?"

The young man smiled and said, "Have you heard of me, Emperor Beichen?"

Emperor Beichen was extremely gifted. He entered the Taoism through magic and reached the tribulation period in just three hundred years. He was only one step away from ascending to heaven. However, he fell in love with a cultivator and gave up the chance to ascend. In the end, he and his lover lived together until death.

People in the world of cultivation have been searching for the inheritance of Emperor Beichen for hundreds of years, but they didn’t expect it to be right here!

Rong Jiao remained cold and unmoved, "Thank you, Emperor, for your help. I have no intention of disturbing you. It's just that my master is injured and may need the use of the treasure land."

Beichen raised his eyebrows slightly, a little incredulous: "He is your master, not your Taoist partner?"

Rong Jiao was shocked: "Emperor, please don't talk nonsense."

Beichen smiled happily: "I can say no nonsense, the way you look at him is not like the way a disciple looks at his master, little guy, you like him, right?"

Rong Jiao, whose thoughts were revealed by this word, first looked at Fu Wei nervously, but seeing that he was still asleep and had not heard, he retorted coldly: "What does this have to do with you?"

Beichen patiently coaxed him, "Of course there is. I've always regretted that no one inherited my legacy until my death. And you were born with Glazed Bone, the most gifted person I've ever met. If you're willing to become my disciple, I'll help you get it. How about that?"

Rong Jiao refused without even thinking about it, saying, "I already have a master, and I don't want to be your disciple. Besides, I can handle my own affairs, so you don't need to worry about me."

"Little guy, don't speak so early." Beichen said with the air of an experienced person, "It's actually very easy to get your master to like you. As long as you break free from the restrictions of master and disciple, it won't be against the moral code, and your master will accept you."

Rong Jiao had a cold face and refused to agree to him.

Beichen sighed: "Since you are so stubborn, let me give you a gift."

Rong Jiao: "What do you mean?"

Beichen said with great interest, "I will create an illusion for you, allowing you and your master to be husband and wife for the rest of your life. Once you have tasted the sweetness, you will naturally agree to my request."

Rong Jiao was shocked and wanted to refuse, but Beichen didn't give him the chance to refuse. A flash of inspiration came to him, and Rong Jiao, who had just woken up with great difficulty, was sent into a fantasy world by Beichen.

Along with him is Fu Wei.