Chapter 60: After Abandoning the Poor Little Apprentice 20 “I don’t like it at all…

"Why aren't you awake yet?" Helan Qin asked softly.

Feng Chixue thought for a moment and said, "Will he be weak after waking up?"

Bai Lingqiu replied, "Then it's better not to wake up. What if Fu Wei gets upset and kills Rong Jiao?"

Feng Chixue nodded. "What's that? If Xie Qingling and the others hadn't stopped him, Jiguang would have been killed by him, let alone a disciple who betrayed his master and ancestors?"

Bai Lingqiu suddenly asked, "Do you think he has opened his eyes?"

Helan Qin poked her head out: "Your Majesty?"

Rong Jiao was a little dazed, and it took him a while to react. The thunder from the sky struck his back, making his bones seem to be broken and reassembled. Now that he finally woke up, his mind was still in a daze, and his sea of ​​consciousness was in chaos.

"Where is my master?" Rong Jiao asked.

Without waiting for anyone to reply, a burst of ghostly howling and wolves howling, as well as chickens and dogs clamoring, was heard outside the bedroom.

Judging from the noise, it seemed like it was someone I knew.

Rong Jiao was stunned for a moment, then looked at his wrists and neck. They were bound by black iron, inlaid with blood-red gems and tinkling golden bells. The shackles around his neck split into two chains, connecting to the chains around his wrists. The slightest movement caused the chains to crackle and clatter.

It's like wearing a fancy necklace.

He was tied up?

Bai Lingqiu gloated, "You never thought that a dignified Demon Emperor would see this day."

Feng Chixue quickly distanced himself from the matter, saying, "It wasn't us. You know who would dare to do something like this, right?"

Helan Qin coughed dryly a few times, and said, somewhat unable to bear looking directly: "It's Lord Sword."

Rong Jiao chuckled. Fu Wei really held a grudge, but he was willing to do it as it made him happy. Now he only wanted to be with Fu Wei and see him.

"Is he healed?"

Feng Chixue said, "After surviving the heavenly tribulation, you are now full of energy and more energetic than anyone else. Why don't you take care of yourself first?" As he spoke, he looked at Rong Jiao's current appearance with an indescribable look.

Rong Jiao said that this was not a big deal at all.

At least Fu Wei just locked him up and didn't almost stab him to death like he did to Ji Guang.

As expected, his master still couldn't bear it.

After surviving the disaster, he was extremely grateful that Fu Wei was fine. He never wanted to experience the pain and heartbreak he felt when he saw Fu Wei's thunderous overtime in Xiaobie Mountain.

If something happened to Fu Wei, he would not be able to survive.

In the past, the extermination of the Yuncheng clan was the shackles that trapped his inner demon. Unknowingly, his inner demon became Fu Wei. He was afraid of being abandoned by Fu Wei, and even more afraid of Fu Wei's death. He wanted Fu Wei to live well.

"I'm fine. I'm going to see him."

Feng Chixue said: "Wait a moment, I have something to tell you."

Rong Jiao: "What's the matter?"

Feng Chixue asked, "Do you know that you possess the Devil Bone?"

Rong Jiao was shocked: "Demon bone?"

Feng Chixue: "Yes, the skeleton of the Demon God, carrying the Demon God's powerful power, and now that bone is in your body."

Back then, Fu Wei Ji Guang fought against the demon god, who died and the whereabouts of the demon bones were unknown. The person most likely to have obtained the demon bones was Fu Wei.

This reminded Rong Jiao of the flute Fu Wei gave him when he helped him to take revenge. After the flute was taken away by Fu Wei, he never saw it again until he saw the flute tucked around Fu Wei's waist in the Cave of Ten Thousand Demons when Fu Wei dug out his glass bone.

After he fell into the devil's cave and lost consciousness, he did vaguely see a flute, but it disappeared in a flash, so he didn't think much about it.

If that flute is a demon bone, everything can be explained.

I think Fu Wei knew that if he dug out his glass bone, he would become a cripple. It would be better to give him the devil bone and throw him into the cave of ten thousand demons to gain strength so that he could soar into the sky one day.

Moreover, Fu Wei's killing of Ji Guang was something that was not tolerated by the world of cultivation. When the deed was accomplished, Fu Wei would be hunted down by hundreds of immortal sects. As his disciple, he would naturally not have an easy time either. He was also a useless person and didn't even know how he died.

Therefore, the best way is to clear up the relationship with yourself and it is best not to stay in the world of cultivation. Moreover, Emperor Beichen originally entered the Taoism through magic.

Practicing magic will only benefit you.

He actually misunderstood Fu Wei so deeply.

Rong Jiao's heart trembled, and his eyes turned red: "I know."

Feng Chixue nodded: "It's good that you know. I'm not saying this to blame you, but to tell you that although Fu Wei hurt you, it's also true that he didn't want to kill you. Don't blame him for hiding it from you. He saw with his own eyes that Chang Huan was persecuted to death by Cangsheng, the person she trusted the most, and sent off the only person he trusted with tears. He was imprisoned for too long and deceived by Ji Guang. He no longer knows how to trust others, nor how to speak. He can only swallow all the difficulties with all his strength."

"If you really love him, stop blaming him. He's suffering enough."

Rong Jiao bowed respectfully towards Feng Chixue: "Thank you, I understand."

Feng Chixue nodded: "Take good care of him."

Rong Jiao: "I will."

Feng Chixue and Helanqin left.

Bai Lingqiu sighed: "As expected, you two are destined to be together. As for me, I'd better go back to my demon world."

"Of course." Rong Jiao didn't stop him at all, nor was he modest.

Bai Lingqiu curled his lips and left with a sigh.

Rong Jiao got up from the bed and walked towards the door.

The sunlight outside the window was just right, and the lotus in the yard was swaying gracefully. Fu Wei, dressed in red, was lying lazily on the beauty couch, and Chang Qin was standing by his side with an excited look on her face.

In front of him was Zhao Qifang, who was beaten black and blue, hanging on a tree. Those big demons who had spoken rudely to him at the Red Dust Banquet didn't know what Fu Wei had done, and he was crying bitterly.

Standing beside him were a group of frightened leaders of various factions. At first glance, they were all people who had issued wanted warrants for Fu Wei.

"Master Sword Lord, we were wrong. We had no choice but to do this. We didn't do it on purpose!"

"Yes, it's all the fault of that big devil Rong Jiao. If it weren't for that big devil, how could we treat you like this! You are the god of our cultivation world. We admire and respect you so much."

Zhao Qifang also choked up and said, "Yes, Lord Sword Lord, we are innocent. I really don't want to betray you!"

Looking at the man with a bruised face and sobbing, Fu Wei nodded in approval: "Ah, so you were forced to do this."

“That’s right.”

Fu Wei: "But I don't believe it. Prove it to me."

The demon hanging from the tree excitedly said, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty! We are willing to prove it! As long as you let us go."

Zhao Qifang: "I'm willing too!!!"

"What do you want?" Rong Jiao had come to the beauty's bed at some point. The chains on his body jingled and his face looked a little haggard. He lowered his eyebrows and squatted in front of Fu Wei's bed, looking up at Fu Wei.

It was just like when we were little, but the difference was that the admiration had turned into surging love.

The smile on Fu Wei's face froze, and his eyes became a little vague and confused.

"Master?" Rong Jiao blinked and gave a well-behaved smile.

Fu Wei sneered and pinched his chin: "Still laughing, don't you know what you have become?"

Rong Jiao tilted his head and rubbed Fu Wei's wrist, his face full of dependence.

Fu Wei pulled her hand back in disgust and gave an innocent smile to the group of people who vowed to prove it to her: "You want to prove it to me? Come on."

With a snap of his fingers, he thoughtfully lowered the demon hanging from the tree.

Zhao Qifang and the group of demons were so frightened that they were about to cry, and the leaders of the hundreds of immortal families were trembling all over.

Seeing this, Rong Jiao also stood up cooperatively: "Want to fight? Go ahead, I won't fight back."

But do they dare?

They don't dare.

They couldn't afford to offend either of these two great gods. Last time, they helped Rong Jiao and offended Fu Wei, and were beaten black and blue, crying like ghosts and wolves. If they offended Rong Jiao in order to help Fu Wei this time, Rong Jiao would definitely tear them apart.

Who can come and save them?

After so many years, this master and disciple are really a perfect match. They are simply a disaster!

Seeing that they were still hesitant to take action, Fu Wei sneered, "Weren't you quite efficient when dealing with me? Why are you unwilling to do the same when dealing with someone else?"

The red lotus karma fire burned up.

If he sticks his head out, he will be in danger. Zhao Qifang decided to save his own life first and let Rong Jiao settle the score later.

So he gathered strength in his hands, and the black demonic energy turned into a black long sword. Sweat dripped from his forehead. Zhao Qifang closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and stabbed towards Rong Jiao!

Rong Jiao did not dodge, and even his eyes did not change. He kept looking at Fu Wei affectionately.

Seeing that the long sword was about to pierce Rong Jiao's back, Fu Wei's eyebrows twitched.

"bite--"

The sword was deflected.

But it was not Rong Jiao who did it. Fu Weiwei just raised her hand slightly, and a red spiritual power blocked the sword that was stabbing at her.

Everyone was confused, but they saw that Fu Wei was a little impatient. He grabbed the big demon Zhao Qifang and others, and while they were confused, he threw them all out of the palace like garbage.

"Idiot." Fu Wei muttered, treating Rong Jiao as if he were a transparent person. After that, she stood up from the beauty bed and prepared to leave.

The stunned Rong Jiao came back to his senses, almost rushed forward, hugged Fu Wei from behind, and whispered: "Master——"

Fu Wei was still angry and didn't want to pay attention to him, so she deliberately stabbed him: "No, I don't deserve it."

Rong Jiao: "I'm sorry, Master. I was wrong."

"Oh!"

Just as Fu Wei was about to use his spiritual power to shake Rong Jiao away, he heard Rong Jiao groan, as if his wound was pulled.

Fu Wei immediately stopped moving and yelled, "Let me go!"

Rong Jiao buried his head in Fu Wei's neck, his eyes red as he whispered, "But if I let go, Master won't want me anymore and will abandon me again. Master, I'm a bastard, I deserve to die, you can do whatever you want to me, you can beat me and scold me, I only beg you not to abandon me, okay? I have nothing left, I only have Master."

Hot liquid fell and hit Fu Wei's jade-like skin like small beads of fire, burning him and making him shiver.

Rong Jiao cried...

The last time I cried was when Rong Jiao couldn’t find me.

So much time has passed in the blink of an eye.

Fu Wei didn't know why her heart ached, but because of this moment of distraction, she could no longer get angry or say anything harsh.

After all, I raised him since he was a child.

Rong Jiao whispered, watching Fu Weixin soften little by little.

Rong Jiao whispered, "But Master has suffered such a great injustice, you shouldn't have kept it from me."

As soon as this was mentioned, Fu Wei became angry.

Fu Wei said, "How can I tell you? Who was it that took matters into his own hands the moment we met and slept with me? I'm telling you the truth, but are you willing to listen? Do you believe it?"

"You...you did it in front of that bastard Jiguang!"

Fu Wei became more and more angry as he thought about it. He didn't care whether Rong Jiao was injured or not. He pushed him away and turned away.

“Master…”

Without waiting for Fu Wei to walk away, Rong Jiao covered his chest with his hands, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, his face turned pale, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, staining the flowers and plants in the hall red.

Fu Wei's heart tightened, and he immediately turned around and held him. The scarlet spiritual power subconsciously penetrated into Rong Jiao's sea of ​​consciousness.

The heavenly thunder during the Tribulation Period could destroy a city, but most of it was borne by Rong Jiao, a fearless man. This made Fu Wei feel complicated and puzzled.

Over the years, he has been helping and protecting others. Except for Chang Huan, who had been dead for eight hundred years, no one had protected him so recklessly. The same thing happened last time in the secret realm of Tianshui Pavilion.

He actually doesn't need others to protect him like this.

He had long been accustomed to being alone, and Rong Jiao's behavior made him at a loss as to what to do.

Fu Wei whispered, "You shouldn't have taken the blame for me."

Rong Jiao: "You've suffered too much, I don't want to see you hurt anymore, Fu Wei, if possible, please give me a chance, so that I can protect you, take care of you, love you, and accompany you, okay?"

"I don't need it. I'm living well on my own." Fu Wei's expression changed slightly, and he frowned awkwardly.

Rong Jiao whispered, "But I can't live well alone. I need a master."

Fu Wei: "You are not a child anymore."

Rong Jiao: "But Master will always be my Master, won't he?"

Fu Wei pursed her lips, not knowing what to say. She didn't say yes, nor did she say no. She just said softly, "You are injured. Go back and rest early."

After saying that, Fu Wei raised his hand and removed the shackles and handcuffs from Rong Jiao's neck.

The chains fell to the ground with a crisp sound. Fu Wei said to Chang Qin beside her, "Take good care of him. I'm leaving now."

Looking at Fu Wei's departing back, Rong Jiao's eyes were extremely dim, and it felt like there was a big hand on his heart, stirring it fiercely.

Fu Wei went straight to Tianshui Pavilion.

At that time, Feng Chixue and Helan Qin had already returned to Tianshui Pavilion, and the two were chatting.

"I don't know if Fu Wei and Rong Jiao can achieve a happy marriage. I can see that Fu Wei truly loves this disciple. Otherwise, given his personality, he would have torn Rong Jiao into pieces long ago."

Helan Qin smiled and said, "Sword Lord has a bit of an awkward personality, and Your Majesty is paranoid. Now that the misunderstanding has been resolved, I'm sure Your Majesty will comfort Sword Lord. Besides, Your Majesty is injured, and Sword Lord will never attack a sick person."

"That's right." Feng Chixue nodded, then asked, "Will you blame me for hiding this from you?"

Helan Qin shook her head: "You have your secrets. As your lover, I should respect you. And there must be a reason why you don't tell me. When the time comes, you will definitely tell me."

Feng Chixue smiled, charming and attractive, and the two of them looked very affectionate.

When the love reached its peak, the two of them looked at each other with affection. Just when they were about to kiss, a bright face suddenly came up to them, staring straight at them, and said in a cold voice: "How loving."

Feng Chixue was so scared that he pushed Helan Qin away. Helan Qin lost her balance and fell into the lotus pond.

Feng Chixue was shocked: "Helan Qin?!"

Helan Qin climbed out of the pond with a bright red carp on her head. She said, "Xiaoxue, I'm fine. You talk to Jian Jun first. I'll go..." Helan Qin held the fish in her arms and said in a funny way, "I'll go cook some fish for you."

Fu Wei snorted coldly, took Helan Qin's place and sat down.

Feng Chixue: "Oh my, you're not in the Demon Palace, why are you running to my Tianshui Pavilion? Look how scared my Ah Qin is."

Fu Wei stared at him intently: "You've exposed all my secrets, why would I look for you?"

Feng Chixue took a deep breath, feeling extremely guilty, and said stubbornly, "This can't be considered as exposing your secrets. This is to help you clear up the misunderstanding and assist your love."

Fu Wei sneered: "He is my apprentice, how can there be any love between him and me?"

Feng Chixue: "Listen, listen to what you said! He treated you like that, and yet you still treated him as your disciple and didn't even think of killing him. Isn't this true love?"

Feng Chixue didn't know about the other things, but if Ji Guang dared to treat Fu Wei like this, Fu Wei would die with him even if her sword broke and she died.

As a result, Rong Jiao is not only fine, but is now alive and well.

For Fu Wei, isn’t this true love?

Seeing Fu Wei remained silent, Feng Chixue struck while the iron was hot and said, "Think about it again. What would you do if someone else dared to offend you like this?"

Fu Wei snorted coldly: "Apart from him, who in the Three Realms and Six Paths dares to treat me like this?"

Feng Chixue: "So he got you."

Fu Wei: “…”

Feng Chixue coughed dryly, "Of course, that's not what I meant. You have to know that with your personality, if Rong Jiao hadn't forced you, you wouldn't have been able to bloom for ten thousand years. This is probably what's called a burglar-style lover."

Fu Wei: "Do you want this blessing?"

Feng Chixue waved his hands and said shamelessly, "But that's how I snatched my Ah Qin away from me."

Fu Wei: “…”

Feng Chixue whispered, "You don't know, among all the demons in the demon world, apart from the one from your family, he's the most handsome. He's clearly in a demon cave, but he's always talking about morality and justice. It makes me itch. He keeps saying girls should respect themselves. I just can't stand his behavior, so I just slept with him. At the beginning, it was a life-and-death struggle, but look, now we two are like a perfect couple."

simply……

It's simply unreasonable!

How could this woman be Chang Huan’s reincarnation!

Fu Wei's brows twitched fiercely, and finally he said, "...Shut up right there."

Feng Chixue kept quiet, but after a moment, he added, "Actually, things have come to this point. There's no point dwelling on it too much. There's no need to dwell on those minor details or argue about who's better. It's just a matter of everyone taking a step back."

Fu Wei: "So who was the one who retreated when you were robbing people by force?"

"Nonsense, it must be him, otherwise the duck in my mouth would have flown away."

Fu Wei: "Then what's the point of you saying all this nonsense?"

"Of course it helps." Feng Chixue said darkly, "Since you don't know what to do, just follow your heart. The shackles on you are gone. Now you can do whatever you want. Just be happy."

Fu Wei's expression changed slightly.

Just at this time, Helan Qin came over and told them that the food was ready and they could go and eat.

Feng Chixue and Fu Wei drank the five hundred year old wine until they were drunk.

They drank until sunset, and Feng Chixue and Fu Wei were both drunk and unconscious on the table. Just when Helan Qin was about to ask someone to help Fu Wei to the guest room to rest, Rong Jiao arrived.

His face was still pale, and his eyes, which were aloof and majestic, immediately softened when he saw Fu Wei.

Helan Qin was supporting Feng Chixue and asked, "Your Majesty, how is your injury?"

Rong Jiao took off his cloak, covered Fu Wei with it, and said, "It's almost healed."

Helan Qin: "That's great, are you here to take Sword Master back?"

Rong Jiao nodded: "Well, I'll take him home."

After saying that, Rong Jiao carefully picked up the person, and after speaking a few more words to Helan Qin, he carried the person onto the chariot. The three-headed giant winged lion flapped its wings, and the chariot took off into the air.

The western sky is blood red, shrouded in clouds and mist, the sun sets, and tired birds return to their nests.

They went home in the evening breeze.

Fu Wei opened his eyes drowsily, and seemed to have sobered up a little. He stared blankly at the sunset, stretched out his hand, grabbed the sunset glow in his palm, then curled his lips and smiled.

The white fingertips hooked the blood-red glow, which was incredibly beautiful.

Rong Jiao tentatively took Fu Wei's hand, interlocked their fingers, and whispered, "Master."

Fu Wei tilted his head and blinked, "Hmm?"

Rong Jiao whispered, "Can you like me a little bit, just a little bit, okay?"

Fu Wei frowned slightly, as if he didn't understand, or as if he was thinking vaguely, but he didn't answer.

Rong Jiao lowered his head and chuckled. It was okay. There was still a lot of time to come. He would always find a way to make Fu Wei fall in love with him.

But at this moment, Fu Wei suddenly smiled and said childishly, "I don't like this world at all, but I think I like you a little bit."

The world is not good, many people bully him, and he hates the world.

But he seemed to have a little bit of affection for the person in front of him. Fu Wei didn't know why, but he didn't want the person in front of him to be sad. Once he was sad, his heart would also be tight.

Rong Jiao was completely stunned. After a long while, he came to his senses and laughed softly. It was obviously something worth being happy about, but he couldn't control his tears, which fell drop by drop, hot and scorching.

"Master, Fu Wei, Fu Wei..."

He doesn't ask for much, just a little bit of liking is enough.

I thought it would be impossible in this life, but now, Fu Wei actually said that she liked him.

Fu Wei frowned: "Why...are you crying?"

Rong Jiao held Fu Wei's cheek, her breath mingling with his, her voice trembling: "Because I am really happy, because I love you so much."

…

At the same time, at the end of the sky, the Eastern Pillar of Heaven.

As the demon god slammed into the pillar of heaven, the pillar with the giant dragon coiled around it collapsed, leaving only one third of it stubbornly supporting itself.

Suddenly, the weather in the sky changed suddenly. The eastern sky was covered with dark clouds, and a rainstorm was about to break out.

Jiguang stood at the end of the pillar, continuously inputting spiritual power into the pillar, trying to save the pillar from collapsing.

But no, it doesn't work at all.

The Pillar of Heaven is the pillar that the God of Creation transformed into after his death. It is impossible to repair the Pillar of Heaven with his own strength alone.

Moreover, the method of repairing the Sky Pillar is extremely tricky. Only a cultivator who possesses the energy of chaos and has reached the Tribulation Crossing Stage can do it.

The so-called chaotic energy is a combination of spiritual power and demonic energy.

In other words, in today's world, there are only two people who can cultivate the chaotic energy in a short period of time.

The first one is Fu Wei, the sword spirit of the Immortal Demon Sword, who is born with spiritual power and demonic energy.

Another one is Rong Jiao.

He practiced the ruthless way for a hundred years, and his spiritual power was pure. Later, he switched to the magic way and also had the power to cultivate the chaotic energy.

Thinking of this, Ji Guang's face turned very ugly and pale.

The pillar of heaven collapsed and everyone in the three realms would die. He could not delay any longer. He did not want Fu Wei to die because of this, so he planned to go find Rong Jiao.