Chapter 243 "Then...what about me?"...

Wen Yu stared deeply at the person in front of him.

The master was kind to others, so Chi Huang had always been free and easy, and rarely looked as solemn and serious as he is now.

She clearly realized that the seriousness of the situation might have been beyond control. Otherwise, according to Chi Huang's personality, he would have gone alone to deal with it and would not have waited for her to return.

Ever since she entered the Temple of Spring, she has been like a flying bird, soaring freely under the sky held up by her master and Chi Huang.

Afterwards, she got into trouble and entered the mortal world secretly. Because of the cause and effect of the secular world, she wasted a hundred years on the Naihe Bridge. She even had to tell Prime Minister Huang about such a big thing happening in the Spring Temple before she knew about it.

Wen Yu's eyes were filled with tears as she looked at Chi Huang with regret.

It was her negligence, and she shouldn't have done that. Now that this has happened, how can she face the love and care that her master and Chi Huang had shown her in the past?

He raised his sleeve to wipe his cheek, and water marks immediately stained the corner of his clothes. Wen Yu had made up his mind.

She will not give up searching for Song Linsheng's whereabouts.

But now, she needs to take on the responsibilities of a disciple of the God of Spring.

"I promise." Gripping the Liuyun fan tightly in her hand, Wen Yu heard herself replying to Chi Huang, "I promise Master, and I promise you, too."

An extremely complicated gaze swept across Wen Yu's eyes. Chi Huang gently pinched her shoulders and said, "You must quell this chaos, but you must also take care of yourself."

Wen Yu nodded when she heard this, and her fingertips felt the jade bones of the Liuyun fan. She believed that with her master there, she would not let anything happen to her.

“Master…”

"When this matter is concluded, I believe the Divine Lord will have come out of seclusion."

Chi Huang knew what Wen Yu was worried about and quickly tried to comfort her, "Then I'll let the God take you to Chengyun Rock on Goddess Peak to watch the sunrise. That will be my apology for your sin."

Legend has it that Chengyun Rock on Goddess Peak was once the birthplace of an ancient true god. Her master often took her there to watch the sun rise and set, and the stars shine brightly.

Thinking of this, Wen Yu couldn't help but pursed her lips and sobbed, with tears in her smile.

"Master, what crime have you committed?" Wen Yu shook her head and sobbed as she instructed Chi Huang, "I was just thinking that Master's injuries are serious and difficult to recover. You must protect him and ask him to go into seclusion properly."

"I'll take care of the affairs of Zhongzhou. Tell him not to worry."

She knew her master's personality very well. If he hadn't been unable to bear it, he would never have let her go into seclusion alone.

But she was afraid that her master would worry about her, so she had to work hard even when she was in seclusion.

"Me?" Chi Huang hesitated, as if he was in a dilemma. "I'm going with you."

"How can that be?" Wen Yu refused without a second thought, even clasping the silver ring on Chi Huang's arm with both hands. "Whose mount is this big yellow ox of yours?"

The lighthearted joke seemed to make her forget the unknown dangers she was about to face.

"Of course, of course it's under the Divine Lord." Chi Huang's face flushed, but he still worried, "But you've never been to Zhongzhou..."

Wen Yu chuckled when he heard this, pointed his finger at his face and asked, "What is this?"

Chi Huang, confused, imitated Wen Yu and caressed his cheek, feeling a hint of warmth as he groped his way. "Nose..."

"There's a saying in the mortal world," Wen Yu said with a casual smile, "There's a road right under your nose."

"I have never been to Middle-earth."

“But the road under your feet always has a direction.”

Wen Yu tightened her palms, as if by holding the Liuyun fan, she could hold her master's hand as she had done countless times before, and calm her anxiety.

"Don't worry, take good care of Master."

After saying this, Wen Yu turned around and glanced at the black and white chess pieces scattered on the ground, shrugged at Chi Huang, and said, "Also, don't tell Master that I ruined his game."

"It's a deal." Chi Huang nodded solemnly and responded sincerely, then helped Wen Yu to stand up.

"That……"

Wen Yu's sparkling eyes depicted every inch of the edge of the broken cloud in turn, and finally she gazed deeply at Chi Huang who was facing her.

"Then I'm leaving."

Chi Huang lowered his eyes and looked at Wen Yu's crimson eyes. He felt as if a thousand words were stuck in his throat. After a thousand twists and turns, he simply replied, "Take care."

Just like the time she had secretly entered the mortal world before, Wen Yu turned away and passed by Chi Huang. Back then, he had also asked her to take care of herself, and he was no different now.

However, she is no longer the ignorant little tree demon. Now that she has ascended to become an immortal, she will go to Central Continent to quell the chaos.

Wen Yu stepped out of the palace gate at the edge of the clouds. When she looked back for the last time, Chi Huang was standing next to the messy chessboard and waving at her.

She will be back soon, Master.

Floating golden mist, cranes crying and green phoenixes singing, Wen Yu stood on the jade steps, gazing at the distant sea of ​​clouds.

Zhongzhou, Gouwu Mountain.

After a moment of silence, Wen Yu tightly grasped the Liuyun fan in his hand, and walked away without looking back. His figure gradually moved away and finally disappeared into the fairy mist.

Until Wen Yu's shadow could no longer be seen, Chi Huang continued to wave his wrists. A dry feeling kept coming up in his eyes, making him turn his back.

A cloud of green mist suddenly rose before my eyes, and as it swayed, a figure gradually emerged.

Chi Huang suppressed the sob in his throat and called out in a muffled voice, "God."

Wearing a green satin ribbon, with bright eyes, Ju Mang lowered his eyes and looked at the scattered chess pieces on the chessboard.

The black and white pieces, which were originally in a stalemate and difficult to determine the winner, now seemed to break the original balance and gradually produced a third ending.

As expected of A-Yu, the situation that had remained unsolved for hundreds of years was just a matter of a flick of the sleeve for A-Yu.

Ju Mang raised his lips, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

Ah Yu, once you go there, all your requests will be answered.

"Is it worth it?" Chi Huang couldn't help but ask in a low voice as he looked at Ju Mang who was sitting as upright as a pine tree.

A breeze rushed in from the palace gate, blowing the ribbon and hair behind Ju Mang's head, and his clothes fluttered as he knelt silently.

He ordered Huang to be silent, knowing that he had talked too much.

However, he could clearly see the aura surrounding the Divine Lord—

It was a kind of sorrow watching Wen Yu walk away, and also a kind of mercy that fulfilled what Wen Yu wanted.

Inside the empty palace beside the Broken Clouds, there was only a sigh.

There were pairs of white cranes and gusts of smoke and clouds. Wen Yu passed through the fog all the way. He didn't even return to his own bedroom and ran towards the exit of the East Heaven.

But just as they reached the Three Lights Sacred Water outside the Temple of Spring, they felt a sense of gloom and the sky was unclear.

strangeness……

Could it be because Master is in seclusion?

Wen Yu slowed down his pace and looked around with a puzzled look. The more he looked, the more uneasy he felt. He raised his hand and made a gesture to call Chi Huang to come and investigate.

"Where are you going?" A cold male voice came from the darkness. It was clearly a question, but he said it without any pause.

Startled, Wen Yu immediately turned around and followed the sound.

Her original form, Bi Wu, was currently being born in the Three Lights Divine Pool, being nourished by spiritual energy and divine power, and afterwards—

The visitor's gloomy face appeared before her inch by inch.

He was wearing a dark gold robe, with a calm face and seductive eyes. Beneath his calm appearance, there was a tremendous rage.

Perhaps it was because his aura was too overwhelming, or perhaps it was because his appearance was so sudden, Wen Yu couldn't help but take a step back in shock, whispering in disbelief: "Yu Chang..."

This is the Temple of Spring, not the place where Yu Chang should come.

Wen Yu immediately withdrew his hand, deciding not to alarm Chi Huang and being even more careful to prevent others from finding out.

Yu Chang frowned, spoke in a deep voice, and approached the person in front of him step by step——

This little tree demon is not easy for him to find.

No, now it should be the Little Tree Immortal.

Since she is not Meng Po, she must have come back to be her immortal king, right?

Seeing Wen Yuhou's actions, Yu Chang's eyes darkened.

"I went to look for you by the Naihe Bridge as usual, but you weren't there."

When saying this, Yu Chang's brows were deep and his expression was normal, clearly no different from his usual self.

But Wen Yu suddenly felt a cold wind blowing across her face, which made her heart tighten.

Yu Chang is a man of pure heart, but his appearance still looks terrifying.

It has never changed in hundreds of years.

"I'll be waiting for you at the table we usually sit at, second from the left, at the Wangsheng Inn. If you don't come back."

Seeing Wen Yu unable to defend herself, Yu Chang did not feel happy. He was not forcing her to answer, but... he could not suppress his fear.

Wen Yu flipped his wrist and put away the Liuyun fan, then waved his hands repeatedly, "I, I have some things to do when I come back, and I was in such a hurry that I forgot to tell you."

She didn't mean to do that.

"In a hurry?" Yu Chang raised his eyebrows, his eyes full of suspicion. "I've been to the Netherworld and met Fengdu Jun."

He didn't believe a word of Wen Yu's words.

He didn't believe that someone in a hurry would have the time to write a letter of resignation, or even the leisure to deliver it personally to the Palace of the Underworld.

After running around for several days, he finally had some free time. When he returned to the Naihe Bridge with great anticipation, he found Wen Yu was nowhere to be found.

When he arrived at the Wangsheng Inn, the only people left in the hall were Xie Bian sitting at the table and Fan Wujiu leaning against the door frame.

"Oh, maybe there's still time to catch up now."

Xie Bian’s words were still ringing in his ears, and Yu Chang even clearly remembered the smile on his face.

Thinking of this, Yu Chang felt a pain between his brows.

He knew that everyone in the Samsara Department, like Xie Bian, laughed at him.

Wen Yu still held the position of Meng Po in the Samsara Department. Whether it was the Naihe Bridge or the Rebirth Inn, they were all places she should go to when investigating official business. He was just a shameless person who had been clinging to Wen Yu's side for hundreds of years without any name or status...

Yu Chang closed his eyes and remained silent, his thoughts becoming clearer and clearer.

I'm afraid it's worse than a dog.

In a hurry? Yu Chang felt sad. It was just that someone wanted to abandon him again.

As for the so-called "explanation", it was the same as that day -

It was the same in the past. He left Jiangyang in order to... find some answers, but when he came back, Song Linsheng was dead and Wen Yu was missing.

After much effort and tracking down, he finally found Wen Yu, who had become Meng Po, at the Wangsheng Inn by the Naihe Bridge.

Her departure was just like now, she never thought of giving him an explanation.

Yu Chang lowered his eyes and said nothing. His tall figure was like a silent and decadent mountain. Half of his face was sunken in shadow, making his gloomy brows and eyes even more profound.

Suddenly, it seemed like the green mountains were weeping.

"Yu Chang." Wen Yu frowned, feeling reluctant, "I..."

She was not thoughtful enough and acted inappropriately in this matter.

Looking at Yu Chang with his head lowered, Wen Yu opened his mouth several times but didn't know what to say.

The gurgling water of the Three Lights God Pond made the silence between the two people even deeper.

Yu Chang sighed inaudibly. He was just worried that something might go wrong again.

In the past, he was not by Wen Yu's side and failed to protect her safe ascension. Now he does not want to be separated from her for a moment.

He can give Wen Yu whatever she wants.

If he could bring the mortal named Song Linsheng back to life, he would not hesitate at all as long as it was what Wen Yu wanted.

But, when I think of that mortal...

Yu Chang frowned, looked up at Wen Yu, and couldn't help asking, "You've only known him for a few months, yet you're willing to waste a hundred years on him."

Wen Yu seemed to have not expected Yu Chang to ask this question suddenly. She looked up in a daze and saw that his eyes were focused and serious. Only then did she react.

"Yes," Wen Yu answered affirmatively, without hiding anything. "Sometimes, I don't even know why."

Maybe……

Wen Yu looked away, gazing at the distant clouds and flowing lights. Such a view had never been seen on the shores of the Naihe Bridge, which never saw the sun year-round. Such tranquility was also rare at the Wangsheng Inn, where ghosts and spirits were always roaming.

Perhaps if I could meet him again, I would know.

"Then...what about me?" He always had a hope for luck, so Yu Chang couldn't help but ask.

After saying this, Wen Yu withdrew his gaze and looked at Yu Chang again.

He looked more solemn and steady than he had been three hundred years ago. All the loose hair on his forehead was gathered up, revealing his gloomy eyes and brows.

With bell chains hanging on her ears and a Dingyuan lock on her chest, she has a very innocent face, yet she looks a bit rebellious.

It is not the same as when we first met at the Far Water River, and it is also very different from the Naihe Bridge three hundred years ago.

But what has not changed is that at that time, just like now, he followed her to the Rebirth Inn and asked her -