Chapter 16 After Abandoning the Unruly Villain 16 If You Knew My...
Everyone gasped and looked at each other.
No wonder Zhuge An was unwilling to say it out loud, this is simply a scandal.
Feng Lingwu was shocked and looked at Fu Wei subconsciously. His heart was beating as if an unintentional hand had strangled his neck, making his hair stand on end. Every inch of his skin felt like it was being gnawed by countless ants. He subconsciously looked at Fu Wei's face, not missing a single emotion of his.
Upon hearing this, Chu Xiangzhi's eyes wandered over Feng Lingwu and he said softly, "This is truly treasonous."
Zhang Ningyan muttered, "How could anyone fall in love with their own master? If I ever see my master, I wish I could grow eight more legs and run away." After a pause, she added, "Of course, I'm not saying anything bad about Master Zhuge. It's just that Su Moli is so bold that he dares to betray his master and ancestors."
Chu Xiangzhi shrugged his shoulders: "Who knows?"
Upon hearing this, Fu Wei couldn't help but frown, but didn't comment much.
Zhuge An: "This matter concerns the reputation of the Patriarch, so please keep it confidential."
Everyone nodded.
Feng Lingwu withdrew his gaze, lowered his eyebrows, and pursed his lips tightly.
Fu Wei said, "Since he's related to Patriarch Zhuge, then Su Moli is a suspect. I'd like to trouble Young Master Zhuge to investigate this Su Moli and see where he went after leaving the Zhuge family. If we can find him, we might be able to learn more about Patriarch Zhuge."
Zhuge An: "I'll send someone to investigate immediately."
Fu Wei continued, "You said you had followed your master before. Could you tell me where you lost him?"
Zhuge An replied, "In the nearby Jinghua Village."
Fu Wei nodded: "Okay, we got it."
It was getting late, and they had rushed here from Qingyun Mountain during the day and had not had a good rest, so they planned to go and have a look tomorrow.
Everyone went back to rest.
Unexpectedly, as soon as she walked out of Zhuge Xianyu's bedroom, Chu Xiangzhi stood in front of Fu Wei.
Chu Xiangzhi hurriedly said, "Brother, please stay."
Fu Wei's steps suddenly stopped. Before he could react, he had already stopped. He turned around and asked, "Huh?"
Chu Xiangzhi said embarrassedly: "I have a private matter that I would like to consult with this senior brother."
That’s right, it’s my senior brother.
Chu Xiangzhi is calling him senior brother?
Hearing this long-lost name, Fu Wei was a little dazed, and for a moment she really thought Chu Xiangzhi was her junior brother.
But he quickly came to his senses, because his junior brother had reincarnated as Feng Lingwu and was now standing next to him. How could he have such thoughts?
So Fu Wei said distantly: "You and I are not from the same clan, I am afraid I cannot bear the responsibility of being called Senior Brother by Young Master Chu."
Chu Xiangzhi said, "The four major families have all been taught by Yaoling Zhenjun. They are of the same origin for thousands of years. How can I not be worthy of the title of Senior Brother? Moreover, Xiangzhi sincerely wants to seek advice, so please do not refuse."
Feng Lingwu couldn't help but frown, his whole body tensed up, and he had a natural hostility towards Chu Xiangzhi.
But because Fu Wei was there, he finally endured it.
Fu Wei didn't take Chu Xiangzhi seriously. Seeing that he insisted on doing so, she just smiled and passed it off.
Chu Xiangzhi smiled knowingly and said to Feng Lingwu, "Lingwu, I have something to say to my senior brother. Please go back to your room first."
What's the tone?
He actually put on an air of eldership in front of him. Feng Lingwu felt that he could not bear it any longer and opened his mouth to mock Chu Xiangzhi:
"If you tell me to leave, I'll leave. Do you really think that just because you call my master "senior brother" that you consider yourself an elder?"
Seeing Feng Lingwu's refusal to respond, Chu Xiangzhi did not get angry. He just smiled and said a poem to Fu Wei: "The clear sun shines brightly, and the gentle wind is gentle and graceful. [1]"
It was such an ordinary poem, but it made Fu Wei's expression change. His brows were furrowed and his eyes were slightly cold. Something was wrong.
Feng Lingwu naturally noticed it and asked bluntly, "What do you mean by that?"
Chu Xiangzhi still smiled and said, "It's just some old things."
Feng Lingwu wanted to speak but was stopped by Fu Wei.
Fu Wei put on that gentle and friendly smile on her face again, and said to Feng Lingwu softly, as if coaxing a child, "Be good and go back and wait for me. I'll come find you after I confirm some things with Young Master Chu."
Feng Lingwu: "But..."
Fu Wei frowned slightly: "Well, you are not listening now?"
Feng Lingwu had no choice but to give up: "Then I'll go back and wait for you." After saying that, he did not forget to glare at Chu Xiangzhi.
After everyone in the small garden had left, the jasmine flowers next to it swayed in the wind, and they walked to the pavilion next to it and sat down.
To be precise, Fu Wei was sitting and Chu Xiangzhi was standing there.
Fu Wei: "Why did you say that poem to me?"
Chu Xiangzhi stared at Fu Wei's eyebrows, his eyes were already bloodshot, and tears seemed to be swirling in them. He choked up and said, "This poem has always existed in my dreams."
"It was a very strange dream. The people in it lived thousands of years ago. They could fly, hide underground, seek immortals, and do many other things."
"I have average talent. Apart from a distinguished family background, I'm basically the most insignificant person in the sect. But I have a senior brother who treats me very, very well. He's the most talented person in the Xuan Realm and the one with the greatest hope of ascending to immortality in thousands of years."
"His name, Yaoling Zhenjun, is taken from this poem."
Every time Chu Xiangzhi said something, Fu Wei's heart trembled, especially when Chu Xiangzhi said the four words "Yao Ling Zhenjun", which made Fu Wei's heart tremble.
How many years has it been? A thousand years.
Unexpectedly, I heard it again from Chu Xiangzhi's mouth.
Chu Xiangzhi smiled bitterly and continued, "I forgot to mention that in my dream, I have another name, Qingyang, which is also taken from this poem."
"The clear and bright light illuminates all things. My senior brother told me that he would only have me as his junior brother in this life, and he also promised me that he would protect me forever."
These words were indeed spoken by him, whether a thousand years ago or a thousand years later, only his junior fellow apprentice Qingyang knew about it.
He originally thought that the person he had been looking for for a thousand years was Feng Lingwu...
So far, it seems he was wrong.
Fu Wei suppressed the turmoil in her heart and said with pursed lips, "I need to check your spirit bones."
"Okay." Chu Xiangzhi knelt at Fu Wei's feet without hesitation, lowered his head towards him, revealing his fragile neck.
The white fingertips trembled in the air, and after struggling for several times, they finally landed on Chu Xiangzhi's spine.
There was a piece of spiritual bone there that was exactly the same as Feng Lingwu's. For some unknown reason, it had a slight crack and became extremely fragile. The little bit of spiritual energy that leaked out, after sensing Fu Wei's breath, wrapped around him affectionately.
It was very quiet all around, and no one spoke first.
Fu Wei didn't know how to describe his feelings. His fingers were curled up, not knowing where to put them. He looked at the person kneeling at his feet with a complicated expression.
Chu Xiangzhi is indeed his junior fellow apprentice.
Chu Xiangzhi came over and lay on his knees, tears falling down and sobbing: "Brother, don't you want me anymore? I am Qingyang, I am Qingyang..."
This is his junior brother Qingyang.
It was Junior Brother Qingyang who almost lost his soul because of him.
And he didn't recognize it.
I recognized the wrong person...
After a while, Fu Wei's hand fell on his head, her eyes red, and she asked in a low voice: "You have suffered a lot in these years."
Chu Xiangzhi looked up at him, his eyes full of admiration: "As long as I think of my senior brother looking for me, Qingyang doesn't feel bitter."
"Because Qingyang likes Senior Brother the most."
…
Fu Wei and Feng Lingwu's rooms were not in the same room. Now the lights in both rooms were off. It seemed that he came back late and Feng Lingwu had already gone to bed.
For some reason, this made Fu Weiwei feel a little relieved.
At this point, he finally realized that he had recognized the wrong person. Feng Lingwu was not his junior brother Qingyang at all. Now that the truth was out, he should feel happy.
But when he thought of Feng Lingwu, Fu Wei couldn't help feeling guilty.
Because from the very beginning, Fu Wei's kindness to Feng Lingwu was based on the fact that he was Qingyang.
“Squeak—”
Fu Wei pushed open the door and walked towards the room. Suddenly, he was hugged by someone. The door behind him slammed shut, and the room was dark. He was hugged by Feng Lingwu.
"Master." Feng Lingwu said a little aggrievedly.
Fu Wei froze.
He should hug Feng Lingwu and comfort him, but he couldn't even utter a single word of the words he used to comfort a child.
With a slight movement of his fingers, the lights in the room came on.
Fu Wei: "What's going on?"
Feng Lingwu whispered, "You and Chu Xiangzhi haven't met much, so what could he possibly want to ask you? I think he has ulterior motives and is plotting something bad against you."
In the past, Fu Wei would have nodded in agreement, but now was different. Fu Wei lowered her eyes and said, "You may have some misunderstandings about Xiangzhi. He is not the person you think he is."
Feng Lingwu pushed Fu Wei away and said in disbelief, "You...what did you call him?"
In just two hours, Fu Wei was bewitched by Chu Xiangzhi, and now their relationship is so good that they call each other by their first name.
How could Feng Lingwu feel at ease about this?
Fu Wei choked: "...I felt a strong connection with him the moment we met."
Feng Lingwu chewed over these words over and over again, staring at Fu Wei intently: "Master, have you forgotten about that puppet doll? The Chu family is not as simple as they appear. There is not a single good person in their family."
"He's been trying to get close to you, and now he's trying to please you in every way he can. He definitely has other plans for you, Master. Don't be fooled."
Fu Wei: "I understand what you said, but knowing each other is different from knowing others, so I won't be in danger if I'm with him."
Feng Lingwu was incredulous and said, "Master, what did he say to you? You weren't like this before."
Fu Wei: "Just some small things, nothing big."
Feng Lingwu didn't think so, because ever since Fu Wei came back, not only had he been treating him strangely, but he also went against his usual habit of being on Chu Xiangzhi's side.
It was obvious that at the beginning, Fu Wei had no good feelings towards the Chu family and regarded Chu Xiangzhi as an insignificant person.
Then there is only one possibility.
Feng Lingwu: "I've been hiding something from Master. Actually, back when we were in Qingyun Mountain, Chu Xiangzhi asked me to borrow a painting. He said that the painting Master lives in is exactly the same as the one that the Chu family lost before, so he wanted to borrow the painting to take a look."
"I didn't agree, and I didn't dare tell you because I was afraid he would take you away."
"So this is what he came to you to talk about today, right? Otherwise, why do you keep speaking in his favor?"
Fu Wei didn't expect that Chu Xiangzhi had recognized her a long time ago and asked for the painting, but was rejected by Feng Lingwu.
I dare not imagine how sad Chu Xiangzhi must have been at that time.
Hearing this, Fu Wei couldn't help but frown.
Seeing Fu Wei like this, Feng Lingwu's heart became more and more confused, as if it was cut by a knife, and he was extremely sad: "Master, tell me, is this true?"
Fu Wei felt a little reluctant, but there were some things he would know sooner or later, so he nodded: "It's true."
The light in his eyes went out, his clenched fists loosened, and he stood there with his head down, like an abandoned cub, not saying a word.
Fu Wei felt a little distressed, and knew that the truth was very cruel to him, but Feng Lingwu was his disciple after all. He said, "Lingwu, don't be sad, you have to believe me. Even so, you are still my disciple, the only disciple I will have in this life."
Feng Lingwu then looked up and answered cautiously, "Will you still be nice to me like before?"
Fu Wei affirmed: "Yes, you will always be my apprentice."
Feng Lingwu: "Then will you leave me?"
Fu Wei: "No, you are my responsibility."
Even if he leaves, he has to wait until Feng Lingwu finishes his studies. This is his duty as a master.
Is it just responsibility?
Feng Lingwu opened his lips, what he actually wanted to ask was:
Fu Wei was so nice to them, but she mistook him for Chu Xiangzhi?
But in the end, he didn't dare to ask, because if he asked, Fu Wei would not lie to him.
What if he really is a stand-in?
If Fu Wei wanted to help, it was not at all what he should do?
What if Fu Wei's kindness to him was due to her mistaking him for Chu Xiangzhi?
The last bit of hope in his heart was truly shattered.
He didn't dare to think about what he would do if that were the case.
He has nothing but Fu Wei.
But now Fuwei is not his anymore.
So he could only choose to deceive himself.
It's good to be able to deceive yourself for a while.
"good--"
Fu Wei knew that he was feeling upset, so he stretched out his arms and hugged him, patting his back like he did when they were little, and soothing his little apprentice softly.
He knew that his little apprentice was just someone he was afraid of losing.
But it doesn't matter, Fu Wei will take good care of his little apprentice and resolve the misunderstanding between him and Chu Xiangzhi.
He believed that before long, Feng Lingwu would also recognize Chu Xiangzhi as his uncle.
"Don't be afraid, I will always be your master, and I will always be with you."
Feng Lingwu smiled bitterly in his heart, buried his head in Fu Wei's neck, and sniffed the fragrance that belonged only to Fu Wei, but his heart was sad:
But Master, I don’t want to be your apprentice at all.
If you knew what I was thinking, would you still say such words?
Today in Zhuge Xianyu's room, Fu Wei said nothing, but he saw the coldness in Fu Wei's eyes and the frown on her brow.
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[1] From Ruan Ji’s Thirteen Nostalgic Poems, No. 1
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