Chapter 22 After Abandoning the Unruly Villain 22 "Master, do you know...
When Fu Wei woke up, he was in the guest room of Zhuge's house. It was dusk and sunset, and Feng Lingwu was guarding him.
It must be that Feng Lingwu transmitted spiritual power to him, so the spiritual power in his body is still quite abundant.
"Master, are you awake?" Feng Lingwu saw Fu Wei wake up and quickly supported Fu Wei. He stared into Fu Wei's red eyes and asked with concern, "Are you feeling unwell?"
Fu Wei shook his head and rubbed his brows, as if remembering something. He frowned and asked, "How is Chu Xiangzhi?"
That black energy was the root cause of Su Moli's loss of mind and mistaken killing of Zhuge Xianyu. It must have been the remnant left behind when the four major families sealed the ghost disaster twenty years ago. It also absorbed all the ghost energy and resentment of Jinghua Village, which gave it such great power that it caused such a disaster.
A little bit of ghost energy will not kill him.
But he didn't expect that Feng Lingwu would rush over to protect him, and Chu Xiangzhi rushed over again to protect him and Feng Lingwu.
Although Feng Lingwu disliked Chu Xiangzhi, he felt that Chu Xiangzhi had indeed helped him this time. While pouring water for Fu Wei, he said, "He's injured. I don't know the details, but someone from the Feng family has arrived. Master, don't worry too much..."
But Fu Wei didn't listen. She walked out the door in a flash and went straight to Chu Xiangzhi's room.
Feng Lingwu stood there frozen with the teacup of water in his hand. It took him a while to come back to his senses. He silently put the cup down and followed.
Fu Wei and Feng Lingwu arrived one after another.
Chu Xiangzhi was lying unconscious on the bed, his face pale and bloodless, and he was shrouded in a deathly aura.
The doctor looked solemn as he was treating Prime Minister Chu.
The Feng family's eldest elder stood there, spinning in circles, sighing repeatedly, "How am I supposed to explain this to the Patriarch? Young Master, you're so foolish! How could you do this?"
Everyone was extremely anxious. When they saw Fu Wei walk in, they immediately fell silent and bowed respectfully to him, saying in unison, "Greetings to Master Yao Ling."
"No need to be so polite." Fu Wei walked past the crowd and went towards Chu Xiangzhi. She sat beside the bed and held his wrist.
The golden spiritual power probed into Zhuge Xianyu's Dantian spiritual bone.
The doctor said guiltily, "Please forgive me, Master. I am not very knowledgeable. The young master's spirit bones are shattered and his dantian is damaged. I can't think of any way to save him."
The damaged Dantian can be healed slowly, but what should I do if the spiritual bones are shattered?
The Great Elder also sighed and said, "The young master was born with a defect in his spirit bone. Over the years, there has been no way to cure it, but at least he can still practice magic. Now that his spirit bone is broken, how can the young master accept it when he wakes up?"
There was a silence.
Feng Lingwu in the dark couldn't help but clench his fists.
Zhuge An, dressed in mourning clothes, stood aside and said, "Young Master Feng was seriously injured because of our family's affairs. If you need any help, please let me know."
But Zhuge Xianyu is dead, and Zhuge An is only fifteen or sixteen years old now. I'm afraid the Zhuge family will have a difficult road ahead in the future.
Even though the Great Elder was angry, he couldn't embarrass a child: "Thank you for your concern, Young Master. However, Master Zhuge has just passed away, and I'm afraid the Young Master is busy with his work. I'm sorry that we can't continue to help the Young Master."
Zhuge An's eyes were red and he was about to burst into tears in the next second: "Thank you."
Fu Wei waved to Zhuge An and said softly, "Come here."
Zhuge An walked over obediently and squatted at Fu Wei's feet, like a child who couldn't find his home, confused and afraid about the future.
"Zhuge Xianyu is a good steward of the family. You are his nephew, and you should support the entire Zhuge family. I know you are worried and anxious right now, and I'm sure the entire Zhuge family is too."
"So I will stay here for the time being. You can ask me anything you need. The Zhuge family is in chaos right now, so you don't have to stay here. Go out and stabilize the situation."
Zhuge An secretly wiped his tears and said, "Thank you, Master. I will definitely live up to your expectations."
Fu Wei rubbed his head and said, "Good boy, go ahead."
The people from the Zhuge family had left, and now there were only a few of them left in the room, but no one spoke.
Until the Great Elder knelt before Fu Wei and begged, "True Lord, the doctors can't help, but you are a god, so you must have a way. I dare to ask you to save our young master."
The doctor also knelt down and said, "Please, Master Zhenjun! If you don't take action, the young master won't survive more than three days."
Fu Wei helped the two people up from a distance and said softly, "Even if you don't beg me, I won't let him die."
The Great Elder was surprised: "True Lord, are you saying that our young master can be saved?"
Fu Wei nodded: "I have a way to keep him alive, so you don't have to worry, go down."
"Yes." With Fu Wei's words, the elder and the doctor breathed a sigh of relief and stood up to leave.
In the end, only Feng Lingwu and Fu Wei were left in the room.
Feng Lingwu asked in a low voice: "His spirit bones are broken. Master, how do you plan to save him?"
Apart from replacing Chu Xiangzhi's spirit bones with a new one, Feng Lingwu couldn't think of any other solution.
In the past thousand years, only two people have ever found spirit bones: his and Chu Xiangzhi. So when he asked this question, he was already prepared for Fu Wei to dissect his spirit bones. He wasn't afraid of the pain, nor was he afraid of having his spirit bones dug out. He just wanted to do something for Fu Wei, not to make himself dispensable.
So Feng Lingwu was smiling, but with a hint of bitterness.
But Fu Wei didn't.
Fu Wei just looked down at Chu Xiangzhi and whispered, "You can go down too. I don't need you. I have my own way."
What does it mean that he is of no use to you? What does it mean that you have your own way?
Feng Lingwu took a step forward and grabbed Fu Wei's arm: "What's the solution?"
Fu Wei looked up at him and said, "Go back first."
Feng Lingwu said, "Master, I also have spiritual bones. I can give mine to him..."
"I don't need it."
Feng Lingwu was anxious: "Master, you are not the kind of person who would watch someone die without helping him. He is your junior fellow apprentice, and you helped me repair my spirit bones. Now that you have raised me up, it is time for me to repay you. Please give my spirit bones to..."
"Shut up!" Fu Wei scolded, looking at Feng Lingwu with anger in his eyes.
What does Feng Lingwu think of him?
He wanted to save someone, but at the cost of hurting another person. He couldn't do it, especially since that person was his own apprentice.
Feng Lingwu was stunned: "Master, you..."
Fu Wei realized that he had lost his composure and slowed down, saying, "You are not needed for this matter. You have been guarding me for such a long time. Go back and rest first."
Feng Lingwu: "But..."
Fu Wei: "Little Lingwu, be a good boy, okay?"
Feng Lingwu had no choice but to nod and leave.
After confirming that Feng Lingwu had gone far away, Fu Wei took action. He cut his wrist without hesitation, and saw golden red blood condensed into beads, which Fu Wei fed into Chu Xiangzhi's mouth.
He had deceived Feng Lingwu, and he had no other choice, but so what? He was determined to go against the will of heaven and protect both of them at the same time.
…
Feng Lingwu hadn't seen Fu Wei for several days, and he became more and more anxious. He had no idea how Fu Wei would save a dying person with broken bones.
The Zhuge family was in a hurry to arrange the funeral, and Zhang Ningyan was taken back by the Zhang family. Now everyone was busy running around, but Feng Lingwu had some free time.
This day was the day when Zhuge Xianyu was buried. Feng Lingwu also went there and burned a dozen paper money. He finally saw Fu Wei at the funeral.
Feng Lingwu subconsciously wanted to call Fu Wei, but Fu Wei was shrouded in fatigue, his face was as pale as paper, and his body was light, as if he would disappear in the next second. Perhaps because of his limited attention, he did not notice Feng Lingwu.
The Chu family's eldest elder and the doctor stood by with a worried look on their faces, whispering, "Master, are you really okay?"
"Why don't you just forget it? You've been consuming too much energy these days."
Fu Wei shook his head. "Zhuge Xianyu died a violent death due to resentment. If I hadn't come, his resentment would have followed him through reincarnation, and I'm afraid he would have suffered a miserable death in every life."
"And I've already promised Zhuge An."
The doctor and the great elder had no choice but to obey and stopped trying to persuade them.
Zhuge An came over, presented a willow branch with both hands, and bowed respectfully: "True Lord."
Fu Wei took the willow tree, and the wilted branches instantly came alive, sprouting new buds and growing new branches. The branches and leaves were lush green, with a faint green glow.
"The Supreme One has commanded that your lonely soul be liberated. Reincarnate as a human being and escape the sea of suffering. [1]"
The green color became more and more dazzling, and the leaves on the willow branches flew out and slowly fell on Zhuge Xianyu in the coffin. After about half an hour, the leaves dissipated and merged with Zhuge Xianyu's body, thus completing the rebirth mantra.
Fu Weiliuzhi returned and said, "Seal the coffin."
Everyone in the Zhuge family knelt down and kowtowed to Fu Wei, saying in unison: "Thank you, Master!" Then they told people to start sealing the coffin.
Fu Wei's face became paler and paler, and Feng Lingwu could feel it through the master-servant contract.
In the past, Fu Wei was strong and he was weak, so Fu Wei was dominant and controlled everything for him. But for some reason, Fu Wei is now lacking in spiritual power and is very weak, so the contract is tilted towards him, allowing him to check on Fu Wei's situation in turn.
But the contract told him that Fu Wei was extremely weak.
What did Fu Wei do? What did he use it for?
How could I have gotten myself into this state?
"Master..." Feng Lingwu walked forward and called out in a hoarse voice.
Fu Wei paused and said to the Great Elder and the Doctor, "You two should go back first."
"yes."
Fu Wei and Feng Lingwu found a quiet place to talk.
Fu Wei's lips were covered with the familiar doting smile that Feng Lingwu had once again, and she said in a gentle voice, "Why do you look so grim?"
Feng Lingwu's eyes were red as he said, "No, I just miss my master."
Fu Wei was stunned for a moment, then reached out and rubbed Feng Lingwu's stiff head, saying soothingly, "Are you bored here alone? Master, I'm sorry I haven't been able to take care of you these past few days. How about this, I'll ask Zhao Nan to come and keep you company? Or you can go find him."
His hands clenched into fists beneath his sleeves, and Feng Lingwu's eyes reddened as he asked, "Master, are you trying to drive me away?"
Fu Wei: "How could that be?"
Feng Lingwu: "I'm not going anywhere. I'll stay here with Master."
Fu Wei nodded and said with a smile: "That's fine. After a few days, when I have dealt with things here, we will go home."
But can they go back?
Feng Lingwu asked, "Master, can I meet Minister Chu?"
Fu Wei was stunned and subconsciously refused: "He hasn't recovered yet. When he is better, I will formally introduce him to you."
"Then when will it heal?" The shattered spirit bones weren't fatal, but Chu Xiangzhi's dantian was also destroyed. If one of them was destroyed, it would be a near-death experience, let alone someone like Chu Xiangzhi. "Or is it impossible to cure it at all?"
Fu Wei frowned: "Don't talk nonsense."
Feng Lingwu pressed on: "Then Master, tell me, how do you plan to save Chu Xiangzhi?"
Seeing Fu Wei remained silent, Feng Lingwu stared at the glittering mark on his forehead and said, "It's okay if you don't tell me these things. Master, you can also tell me why your power is disappearing, and why the master-servant contract no longer restricts me, but restricts you?"
"Master, do you know? As long as I want, I can control everything about you."
Treason!
Fu Wei scolded, "How dare you!" He was so angry that he was about to leave, but Feng Lingwu held his shoulders and wrists and forced him to sit down again.
"Is this considered outrageous?" Feng Lingwu pushed him against the chair, forcing Fu Wei to spread her legs and kneel on the chair. In an absolutely oppressive posture, he questioned, "Are you really saving him, or are you risking your life to save him?"
This posture was too passive and too uncomfortable. Fu Wei struggled and glared at Feng Lingwu, saying, "It has nothing to do with you."
"Fuwei, there's no way you can save him."
Finding he couldn't break free, Fu Wei gave up and said coldly, "I am the True Lord Yao Ling. There is nothing in this world that I can't do. Feng Lingwu, don't think that just because you are my disciple, I won't teach you a lesson!"
Feng Lingwu was not afraid: "Now you have a painted spirit body, your spiritual power is exhausted, even a small rebirth mantra can overdraw your body, how can you teach me a lesson?"
Feng Lingwu was extremely bold today. He ignored Fu Wei's scolding and threats. He grabbed Fu Wei's wrist and exerted force. Fu Wei's sleeve burst open and pieces of clothes fell down. On the snow-white arm, there were ugly scars, as hideous as centipedes. On Fu Wei's snow-white skin, the scars were even more terrifying and had a great visual impact.
"I knew it, I knew it..." Feng Lingwu muttered to himself, "Fu Wei, you can't even heal yourself now, how long are you going to lie to me?"
The last piece of fig leaf was torn off. Fu Wei stopped being stubborn, but he also refused to pay attention to Feng Lingwu. He closed his eyes, leaned his head against the chair, and did not look at Feng Lingwu. He just said coldly: "It has nothing to do with you, get out."
Looking at the scars, Feng Lingwu's heart was bleeding. He lowered his head and rubbed his cheek on Fu Wei's wrist. The faint fragrance carried with the smell of blood made every nerve in his body tingle.
"I can't do anything about Dantian, but I do have a way to treat the damaged spirit bones." As if he had made up his mind, Feng Lingwu released the hand that was restraining Fu Wei. He squatted in front of Fu Wei, looking up at him like he did when he was a child, with redness in the corners of his eyes, and he spoke word by word.
Fu Wei suddenly opened his eyes and subconsciously wanted to get up, but Feng Lingwu trapped him there with the master-servant contract and he could not move.
Fu Wei finally panicked: "What do you want to do?"
Feng Lingwu: "I want to help Master."
Fu Wei gritted her teeth and said, "I don't need you..."
Feng Lingwu shook his head and said bitterly, "But I don't want to see Master get hurt. I'll be in so much pain. My heart really hurts. Master, I just hope you're well. Even if you mistook me for Chu Xiangzhi from the beginning...it doesn't matter..."
Fu Wei froze and looked at Feng Lingwu in disbelief.
It seemed as if he was asking how Feng Lingwu knew all this.
Feng Lingwu didn't show Fu Wei his expression and stood up and left.
"Feng Lingwu, come back here!"
"Come back here!"
Just like what happened five years ago when Fu Wei was in the villa, Feng Lingwu never looked back.
Tears fell, and my heart ached.
I don’t know who it belongs to.
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