Chapter 141 Wulin Misleading Story 11

Along the way, Feng Wu was enjoying the colorful flowers in the winter valley, but she didn't know that she herself had become a part of the scenery in the eyes of others.

People who knew her well thought she was a wandering ghost who had been dead for six years and was lucky enough to come back to life. People who didn't know her looked at her with amazement and curiosity.

Feng Wu ignored all the looks and said good-naturedly to the two young men who were seriously trying their hand at fighting: "Excuse me, I'm just passing by."

The two sweaty young men were just fighting each other with great force, but when they were disturbed, they forgot to take back their intertwined hands. After doing so, the two of them looked like two black swans singing with their necks intertwined.

The two of them made way for a path nearly three feet wide sideways like crabs. Feng Wu nodded slightly, thanked him quietly, and led the horse towards the inner gate.

The inner gate guard was an acquaintance of the original body. When he saw Feng Wu, his eyes were filled with pure joy, but also with a bit of indescribable complexity.

"Junior Brother Tang, it's been so many years since we last met, but you're still as charming and elegant as ever. That's a cause for celebration!" Feng Wu ignored the gaze of the person in front of him and teased him seriously.

"Senior Sister Yu... are you really not dead?" Tang Feizhu asked excitedly, but his eyes were obscurely fixed on the long shadow behind Feng Wu.

There's a shadow?!

Not a ghost!!

Feng Wu said, "...I'm lucky. Back then, I was thrown off the Bone-Collapse Cliff by the Demon Cult, but I didn't die. By chance, I fell into a deep pool and was able to save my life."

After listening to this, Tang Feizhu imagined the scene of his senior sister falling from the Bone-Collapse Cliff that day, and couldn't help but feel relieved. "Senior sister, you have survived such a disaster and will surely have good fortune in the future. Come on, come into the mountain gate. The head master has been very upset about you these years. He will be very happy to know that you have returned safely."

Feng Wu thought: That’s not necessarily true. If you are shocked, you must be terrified. If you are happy, it depends on how you understand it!

Walking through the martial arts training ground and passing three secret sentries, Junior Brother Tang in front was still passionately expressing his thoughts, but Feng Wu listened with one ear and out the other, occasionally agreeing absentmindedly. Since they really didn't agree, she just smiled faintly.

Tang Feizhu had experienced Feng Wu's coldness in his early years, but he hadn't seen her for a few years. Now that they met unexpectedly, he was happier than anything else.

When he was young, the beautiful figure of this senior sister would occasionally appear in the boy's dreams.

One of them was talking while the other was listening, and the scene was quite harmonious. When they arrived at the main hall of the sword sect, the middle-aged man with a beautiful beard and thick black hair sitting at the top of the table, who else could it be but Wu Ma Shen?

"Master, look who I brought back?" Tang Feizhu didn't care about the people discussing matters in the hall. He grabbed Feng Wu's arm and rushed into the hall.

Feng Wu cooperated and followed him into the hall.

Tang Feizhu's teacher, Elder Yang, was a little annoyed when he saw his disciple breaking into the meeting room without following the rules. He glared at him with his tiger eyes and was about to curse, but his eyes glanced at his disciple's movements.

Oh my god!

This, this, Elder Yang did not have the energy-cultivating skills of the Wu Ma God. He was so frightened that he could not sit still. He jumped up and slipped to Feng Wu's side.

Not afraid of scaring the girl with his copper-bell-sized eyes, Elder Yang touched his chin and exclaimed in amazement, "Resemble her, really resemble her, too much resemble her, Feizhu! Which corner did you dig out this girl from..." Halfway through his words, Elder Yang glanced sideways and saw that the master was still as calm as a mountain. He felt that his previous fuss was a bit embarrassing.

With a cough, Elder Yang calmly took three steps back, deciding to leave the situation to the person involved.

He touched the pipe on his waist, smacked his lips, and wondered if his behavior of lighting a cigarette and watching the show in public would anger the leader.

Feng Wu let people stare at her until her eyes fixed on the face of Wu Ma Shen, then she bowed and said, "Master, your disciple has escaped death on all sides, and after six years, you are finally back. Master, how have you been these years?" Did you secretly light a few firecrackers because of my death?

The crease between Wu Ma Shen's eyebrows formed a river. Feng Wu thought to himself, this man is always overthinking and scheming, and yet he still has such thick, dark hair. He must be wearing a wig! If one day he were to fight a master and his wig was accidentally removed, revealing a bald bald head, then the noble title of "Penglai Sword Immortal" would definitely be mocked by the heroes of the martial arts world as "Bald Sword Immortal."

The more Feng Wu thought about it, the more her gaze became fixed on the black hair beneath the jade crown of Wu Ma Shen. She didn't even hear what Wu Ma Shen asked.

"Feng'er, Feng'er?" Wu Ma Shen felt his scalp itchy because of Feng Wu's warm yet relieved eyes. The words he said were filled with a hint of pressure.

Several elders and disciples around noticed it and silently used their luck to resist. Only Feng Wu didn't care. He waved his hand, and the pressure disappeared without a trace.

"Master, you asked how I escaped death. It's a long story..." Feng Wu summarized what happened when his original body fell off the cliff in a straightforward manner. He did not use any exaggerated words, and there was not a single word of it that was exaggerated.

"So that's how it is, Feng'er. You've truly survived this calamity. You'll surely be rewarded in the future." Chu Qiurui was the only female elder of the Kuanglang Sword Sect. Her Feihong Sword dance was as graceful as a startled swan and as agile as a flying dragon. Even when she wasn't using it to kill, it was still a sight to behold.

"Thank you, Elder Chu, for your kind words." Feng Wu's tone was slightly warm. From his original body's memories, he knew that this female elder had extended a helping hand to his original body when he was isolated and helpless.

Because of Feng Wu's unexpected appearance, the matter that was halfway through being discussed in the meeting hall was put on hold. After several elders took turns to care for Feng Wu, the younger brothers and sisters behind the elders also came forward one by one to greet Feng Wu.

After all, six years have changed many people and things. After a while of awkward chatting, the unfamiliarity between them was slightly eased.

"Master..." This sweet, sticky, and crisp call instantly froze the atmosphere that was originally becoming warm.

Feng Wu raised his eyebrows and thought to himself: The group pet is here!

I saw a young girl in a goose yellow dress running happily towards the Wuma God sitting high up, holding a bunch of wild flowers picked from somewhere in the valley.

The group's darling, Jiang Manman, looks like a young girl who hasn't fully grown up yet. She has a round face, rosy and tender white skin. Her round almond-shaped eyes can soften the heart of a hard-hearted man if she blinks. Her round chin is just right, making it impossible to see the fatness of her flesh. Her round ears are actually somewhat transparent in the sunlight. Her round earlobes are adorned with pearl earrings half the length of a finger joint. Even the roundness of the pearl is just right.

This is indeed a lovely little girl with fair skin and white skin.

No wonder the entire Kuanglang Sword Sect, from the leader to the servants, all fell in love with this plump and beautiful little sister.

Feng Wu has always been tolerant of beautiful and lovely creatures. When he first saw this little junior sister, even she did not feel disgusted. Putting aside the memories of her original self left in this body, Feng Wu calmly showed a fairly friendly smile to the back of the little girl's round head.