Chapter 140 Wulin Misleading Story 10

After Feng Wu closed his eyes and made countless unequal verbal treaties, the satisfied Helian Wuyou reluctantly boarded the escort carriage of Shangguan Escort Agency.

In order to make the little fool have a comfortable journey, in addition to the carriage carrying people in the front, the six or seven smaller carriages following behind were filled with all kinds of supplies from head to toe.

The farewell feeling of seeing the car off mile after mile finally ended when we entered the bamboo forest and could no longer see the car.

Feng Wu sat on the back of a white horse named "Zhao Ye Yu Shi Zi". The woman's dark blue tights were tightened by a two-finger-wide white belt, revealing her slender waist and her somewhat plump and surging jade peaks.

Less than half an hour ago, someone had hugged this bee-like waist and buried his head on the peaks where he had put his arms around her. There were still some suspicious wet marks on the peaks.

These were probably the sad tears streaming down her little fool's lips! Feng Wu thought with some amusement.

The hand that was tightening the reins tilted, the horse let out a long neigh, and turned its head. Feng Wu squeezed her legs against the horse's belly, and the horse immediately understood, stretching its long and powerful limbs and running at high speed between the overlapping shadows of the trees.

In the magnificent carriage in the woods, Helian Wuyou lowered the curtain in frustration after he could no longer see that beautiful figure. Seeing Ma Qing waiting beside him with lowered brows and eyes, not daring to speak, Helian Wuyou flattened the corners of his drooping lips and knocked on the small table in the carriage, "Ma Er, pour some tea."

Upon hearing the prince's order, Ma Qing immediately raised his head, knelt forward in a very servile manner, picked up the small purple clay teapot and poured the prince a cup of fragrant tea. As he poured the tea, he sighed, "The young lady is really good to the prince. She gave you half a bag of such top-quality tea without even blinking." Isn't that good? Food, clothing, housing and transportation, every detail is meticulously taken care of.

Helian Wuyou was speechless at Ma Qing's nerves, which were thicker than a bucket. He could only get straight to the point and ask, "Ma Er, do you still remember why you left Wuzhao and came to Dali this time?"

Ma Qing was a man of his own ideas. He really thought about it before saying, "My Lord, being a monk is really boring. It's not as comfortable and happy as holding the sweet and soft Crown Princess in your arms!"

Helian Wuyou: "..." He didn't want to talk, and sighed in his heart, how can there be such stupid people like pigs in the world?

He took a sip of tea, and the intoxicating aroma of the tea slightly suppressed the depression in his heart.

He didn't know why he suddenly woke up in a strange body. When he was fully awake, he only remembered the past and future of this body, and that he had been stupid for a month and had very cleverly found a wife.

He didn't know where he came from and had no memory in his mind, but he subconsciously knew that he was not Helian Wuyou, the prince of Wuzhao Kingdom. After regaining consciousness, he didn't know how to explain his situation and could only continue to pretend to be stupid.

The wife he recognized when he became a fool seemed to have infinite tolerance and patience towards him. No matter how he pushed his limits, his wife never got angry. Instead, the bottom line in her heart kept retreating.

He was not a fool and could not feel the affection she showed him. That was why, when they were about to part, he felt so reluctant to leave that he was blinded by an invisible ball of lard this morning and pushed the girl down on the couch and did this and that.

Thinking about his actions as a disciple of Shi Deng under the name of a fool, Helian Wuyou's originally fair and handsome face suddenly turned red, and his entire neck and earlobes turned a peach-blossom red.

Since he has become the real Helian Wuyou, he will marry her back to the Prince Qing's Mansion in a grand ceremony according to the etiquette of the royal family of Wuzhao Kingdom to be his one and only Crown Prince Consort.

As for his predecessor's grand wish to become a monk, he simply ignored it and didn't want to care about it.

Touching the bead on his neck that emitted a star-like luster, his mind suddenly became clear, and the occasional headaches slowly disappeared for some reason.

His wife said this thing was her family heirloom and a token of their love, and asked him to remember to wear it at all times. How could he bear to let such a precious thing leave his body for even a moment?

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Feng Wu rode fast all the way out of the territory of Liangjiang, climbed mountains and waded through water for half a month, and finally arrived at the sphere of influence of Penglai Island.

The Kuanglang Sword Sect is nestled between two unusually steep peaks and a dangerous mountain. There's a rare plain valley where the Kuanglang Sword Sect built its main hall. Since then, magnificent buildings have gradually risen from the ground. The Kuanglang Sword Sect's position, sandwiched between two mountains, is easily defended but difficult to attack. A silver waterfall cascades down from the dangerous peaks, and a stream flows through them. The mountains are steep and the terrain is treacherous. The Fengwu crosses a winding path carved into the inner wall of the dangerous peaks, suitable for carriages.

Feng Wu remembered that every summer, a waterfall more than ten feet high would pour down here, and the rumbling sound of water would come from top to bottom, from far to near, and finally disappear into the pool. The pool was wide, and the turbulent water turned into a winding stream. There were mountains and valleys, deep valleys, lush vegetation, and birds flying. It must be said that this place, in the eyes of future generations, is definitely a popular check-in destination with excellent scenery.

Feng Wu never expected that the Wu Ma God, who was not a very good person, had such a sharp vision and could find such a place surrounded by mountains and rivers with beautiful scenery.

Feng Wu was still lost in thought as she walked, unaware that her whereabouts had already been discovered by the sentry hidden in the dark.

Feng Wu, riding his horse in a swagger through the city, knocked directly on the mountain gate.

Feng Wu didn't recognize the person who came out of the tall iron gate, but he still greeted him politely.

"Who are you? Why do you favor my Kuanglang Sword Sect so much in the blue sky and white night? Do you have a visiting card or a token of trust?" After all, he was the face of a sect, so the visitor was polite despite being intimidating.

"Junior brother, you may not have seen me. I am Yu Feifeng, the eldest senior sister of the Kuanglang Sword Sect who has been missing for six years. I am back!" Feng Wu spoke in a calm tone, but his words were shocking.

Even if the visitor has never seen this legendary genius senior sister, when the disciples chat privately, they will occasionally talk about this once brilliant senior sister.

After taking a closer look at the senior sister in front of him, who was both heroic and pure and charming, the man's face turned from black to red in an instant.

As the saying goes, black and red are also red.

After stuttering for a while, the visitor finally sorted out his thoughts. Feng Wu just stood quietly in front of the mountain gate, neither arrogant nor impatient, and as still as a mountain.

"Big, Big Sister, you, you, please..."

Feng Wu bowed and nodded, holding the reins, and walked into this place where his original self had only lived for a few short years.

Walking the familiar road again, Feng Wu did not have the complicated emotions of her original self, such as being overwhelmed with emotions and homesickness. She just evaluated everything around her from the perspective of an observer.