Chapter 28 After Abandoning the Unruly Villain 28 That little disciple in your family...
Three years later.
After the battle at Queshan, Yaoling Zhenjun eliminated the ghost disaster and prevented the Ghost King from being born, which was a cause of celebration for the whole world.
The news of the appearance of Master Yao Ling spread throughout the entire world of esoteric arts. Everyone cheered and came to pay their respects, but they were all turned away by Prime Minister Chu, who told Fu Wei to stay at home and cultivate himself.
Three years have passed, and everyone's enthusiasm for Master Yao Ling remains unabated, so they all want to try their luck at this Qingyun Conference to see if Fu Wei will show up.
Chu family.
The patriarch of the Chu family is dead, and Prime Minister Chu is now the head of the Chu family.
"What are you thinking about, brother?"
In the yard, Fu Wei was sitting on the swing in a daze.
"Wondering what I've forgotten?"
"Why don't you ask me?" said Chu Xiangzhi.
He should have asked Chu Xiangzhi, but for some reason, every time he saw Chu Xiangzhi, his heart twitched, as if there was a barrier between them, and he couldn't open his heart to him.
Fu Wei: "You are very busy."
Chu Xiangzhi squatted at Fu Wei's feet, leaning on his knees like a child, and said with a smile: "I am very busy, but apart from my senior brother's affairs, I am very free."
"Senior Brother actually woke up once a long time ago, but unexpectedly, Zhu Jiuyin appeared in the world. He then went to Que Mountain to kill the Ghost King. Zhu Jiuyin was killed, and Senior Brother was seriously injured and remained in a coma for seven years."
As he spoke, he looked up at Fu Wei and said, "I finally woke up, but I didn't expect to lose my memory. But fortunately, my senior brother still remembers me."
Fu Wei looked down at him, and suddenly a fragmented image flashed through his mind. It seemed that someone had once been lying on his knees and looked up at him like this.
But it doesn't seem like Chu Xiangzhi.
So Fu Wei asked, "Have I ever forgotten anyone?"
"A lot." Chu Xiangzhi said with a smile, "But it doesn't matter. The Qingyun Conference will start soon, and you will see them again. I will introduce them one by one then. They will definitely be happy to see me."
Fu Wei nodded gently: "Yeah."
Chu Xiangzhi looked at Fu Wei lovingly and said shyly, "Brother, a thousand years have passed. I have finally reincarnated, and you have finally found me. From now on, you will always be by my side, right?"
Fu Wei looked up at the magnificent villa, the fountain in the yard, the various modern equipment in the distance that he couldn't understand, and Chu Xiangzhi's clothes.
He was quite unfamiliar.
The person I am most familiar with now is Chu Xiangzhi in front of me.
A thousand years ago, Chu Xiangzhi died for him. A thousand years later, he finally found his junior brother, so he would naturally not leave him. So Fu Wei nodded: "Of course."
Chu Xiangzhi happily held Fu Wei's hand and said, "Then let's get married, okay?"
Fu Wei was puzzled: "Get married?"
Chu Xiangzhi nodded and said as a matter of course, "We were betrothed since childhood, with the words of a matchmaker. If it weren't for that ghost disaster a thousand years ago, we would have already become a pair of immortal lovers."
"Brother, don't you want to?"
Everything is so logical and reasonable.
The man in front of him was his senior brother, his junior brother whose soul he had risked his life to save. He was his childhood sweetheart, and with the elders of his family as witnesses, they were destined to be husband and wife.
But Fu Wei felt a dull pain somewhere in her heart.
It's like there's an inexplicable barrier.
But nothing happened between him and Chu Xiangzhi.
Fu Wei suppressed the discomfort in her heart and nodded: "Yes."
Forget it, let's take it one step at a time.
He always knows what's going on.
"That's great." Chu Xiangzhi stood up and said happily, "In a few days, Senior Brother and I will attend the Qingyun Conference together. We will then announce our wedding date to the entire Xuanshu world."
"How about setting it up three days after the Qingyun Conference? That way, we don't have to make another trip. We can just stay here after the competition is over."
Fu Wei: "I'll do as you say."
"I immediately ordered people to prepare it," Chu Xiangzhi said excitedly, "Brother, I am so happy."
"After a thousand years, we can finally achieve our goal."
Fu Wei reached out and rubbed Chu Xiangzhi's head, saying gently, "Qingyun Mountain will be very busy these days. We have to prepare for our wedding soon. I don't understand the current customs and habits, so I can only leave it all to you. I hope you don't feel wronged."
Chu Xiangzhi: "Why would you feel wronged? I'm so happy."
"That's good." Fu Wei already looked tired. "Then you go get ready first. I'm a little tired and want to go back to my room to rest."
Maybe he hadn't recovered well enough, or maybe Feng Lingwu's death was too unforgettable. Even after Fu Wei woke up and lost his memory, he felt tired and exhausted. He couldn't pay much attention to the things around him, and inexplicably felt a sense of world-weariness.
Chu Xiangzhi nodded: "Then have a good rest, brother. If you want to eat anything, you can tell the nanny or call me."
Fu Wei: "Okay."
After Chu Xiangzhi left, Fu Wei did not rush back.
He simply touched his white hair, then stretched out his hand and summoned the scroll, which was the Asking Immortal Picture.
It was covered with strange blood-red patterns, like cracks, or like a spider web encircling the entire painting.
This is the trace left by the use of forbidden techniques.
Apart from Chu Xiangzhi, who else in this world can make him use such a life-threatening forbidden technique?
What exactly did he forget?
Why didn't Chu Xiangzhi tell him, and what was he hiding from him?
Is it really as simple as Chu Xiangzhi said?
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Seven years later, the Qingyun Conference is still as lively as ever.
The talented young people from all families and factions are like leeks in the field, one crop after another, each one better than the last.
Before the game started, there were already a lot of people gathered at the field, talking about it.
"I heard that Master Yao Ling will also be here. Is it true or false?"
"I don't know. I hope that Master Yaoling can be here in person. That way I can go back and brag to them that Master Yaoling has seen me compete."
"You're so beautiful... So if the True Lord comes, can't he sign an autograph for me? If he signs for me, I'll definitely keep it as a memorial!"
"I want one too!"
At this time, the Chu family's elder stood on the competition field and said in a loud voice:
"Everyone is welcome to participate in our Qingyun Mountain Martial Arts Competition—"
Everyone cheered.
"Now let's invite our judges!"
Chu Xiangzhi came out first, holding the hand of a young man in snow-white clothes and hair.
Autumn water is divine, jade is bone, snow-white skin and flower-like face cannot be desecrated.
Even though the people below were far away, they could still feel the spiritual power surrounding Fu Wei, which was pure and kind, like water.
After everyone fell silent, they started to shout the name of "True Lord Yao Ling" as if something was boiling.
Some were even bolder, shouting at the top of their lungs, "Master Yao Ling, I'm going to give birth to a baby for you. Look at me!"
"Master Yaoling, you are so handsome, please be my boyfriend."
"Husband, have you abandoned me?"
Fuwei was walking quite steadily, but when he heard the people below shouting like that, his hands started shaking. Fortunately, someone supported him, otherwise he would not have fallen down.
After a thousand years, he was somewhat at a loss about the current situation.
In the past, people admired and feared him, and even the most daring people would not do this.
Moreover, humans cannot give birth to monkeys. Most importantly, the person who shouted this sentence is a man, so he cannot give birth either.
Seeing Fu Wei's cheeks flushed, which was rare, and she was at a loss, Prime Minister Chu on the side teased: "These youngsters are really becoming more and more unruly. They even dare to tease the ancestors."
The elder on the side also laughed and said, "They are treating the True Lord as an idol. Judging from the situation, if our True Lord wanted to, he could make his debut."
Although she didn't understand and there was confusion in her eyes, Fu Wei still nodded.
Chu Xiangzhi didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He took Fu Wei's hand and said, "Brother, just sit here and do nothing else. Just wait for them to come and see you."
Fu Wei nodded: "Okay."
As soon as the voice fell, Chu Xiangzhi sat in the first seat below Fu Wei's right hand.
Zhuge An was the first to step forward.
Seven years have passed, and Zhuge An is no longer the impetuous boy he was seven years ago. Now, his every move and gesture shows the calmness of a head of the family.
He bowed and said, "Master, it's been many years since we last met. Are you doing well?"
Fu Wei looked at Chu Xiangzhi, who smiled and nodded at him. Fu Wei helped him up from a distance and said, "Everything is fine."
The head of the Zhuge family smiled lightly: "That's good."
Next came Zhang Ningyan, the eldest daughter of the Zhang family. She was wearing a pink Lolita dress and holding the Barbie doll in her hands. She was dressed very formally, like a princess walking out of a Western mural.
After all these years, she is still playful and cute. Her eyes light up when she sees Fu Wei. She runs to Fu Wei and says pitifully, "Brother Fu Wei, I finally see you again. Last time, the Zhuge family was in chaos, and my brother Xiangzhi's spirit bones were damaged. The elders at home were afraid that I would cause trouble for you, so they took me back. All these years, I have been locked up in the Zhang family and not allowed to come out. Will you blame me?"
Hearing this, Fu Wei frowned: "The spirit bone is damaged?"
Chu Xiangzhi smiled and said, "It's just a few minor injuries, they're healed now, don't worry, Senior Brother."
Zhang Ningyan blinked her big eyes: "Brother Fuwei?"
"I don't blame you." Fu Wei felt familiar with the girl in front of him and subconsciously wanted to take out a handful of candy from his pocket.
As far as he knew, Chu Xiangzhi didn't eat candy.
But no.
He and Zhang Ningyan don't see each other often, so there's no need to prepare candy specially for him.
So who likes candy?
He would probably only do this subconsciously if the people close to him like to eat candy.
Zhang Ningyan also stretched out her hand skillfully, this was a habit she developed back then.
But Fu Wei didn't have any sugar on her, so her spiritual power condensed and turned into many small golden beads.
"good--"
Although it wasn't candy, Zhang Ningyan's eyes lit up and she quickly caught it: "So beautiful, thank you Brother Fuwei!"
Fu smiled and said, "As long as you like it."
The last one to arrive was Feng Weiyu.
Unlike seven years ago, Feng Weiyu today is full of gloom, like a water ghost who just crawled out of the water. He is dark and damp, with black eyes. Just standing there, he gives people an inexplicable discomfort.
This person doesn't seem like his friend. Fu Wei feels more like an enemy.
Feng Weiyu smiled happily and bowed to Fu Wei: "Greetings to Master Yao Ling. It's been seven years since we last met. Is Master Yao Ling doing well?"
Fu Wei frowned: "An."
Feng Weiyu curled his lips: "That's good."
Fu Wei's body swayed, and he came to Feng Weiyu, put two fingers together, and tapped Feng Weiyu's eyebrows: "Why do you have ghost energy?"
Feng Weiyu looked at it doubtfully, then jokingly looked at Fu Wei's fingers: "Really? Maybe it got some on me when I was exorcising ghosts a few days ago."
Zhuge An said, "Your Excellency may not know, but some time ago the Feng family was suddenly attacked by evil spirits, and they sent out several distress talismans, so we rushed over with our men to investigate. Fortunately, Young Master Feng was able to turn the tide, and the situation has been resolved."
Fu Wei withdrew his hand thoughtfully and turned back to his seat.
From an angle invisible to everyone, Feng Weiyu smiled strangely.
The judges are seated and the competition is about to begin.
Fu Wei had no interest, but she forced herself to watch the first two shows. She said something to Chu Xiangzhi and slipped out.
Qingyun Mountain was very busy, with a street stretching as far as the eye could see, filled with vendors. However, most people were watching the game at the stadium, so there weren't many people here. Therefore, he wasn't worried about being recognized, and so he started strolling around alone.
He wants to buy some candies.
Although he didn't know who it was for, he just wanted to buy it.
So Fu Wei went to the candy stall, bought a few bags of candy, held them in her hand, and prepared to leave.
Unexpectedly, a few children who were playing rushed over from the corner and bumped into Fu Wei without noticing.
Fu Wei quickly supported the child, and the candy in her hand was about to fall to the ground. At this moment, someone caught the two bags of candy.
It’s Feng Weiyu.
After the child thanked him and ran away, Fu Wei looked at Feng Weiyu and felt a strange feeling in her heart again.
"Thank you." Fu Wei stretched out her hand and motioned Feng Weiyu to return the candy to him.
“Who bought the candy?”
Fu Wei didn't know either, so she just said calmly, "The child at home."
Feng Weiyu heard this and sneered, "Didn't your little disciple die a long time ago?"
Fu Wei's eyes were filled with shock, and she looked at him in disbelief: "What apprentice?"
Feng Weiyu's eyes flickered as he stared closely at Fu Wei's eyes, as if trying to judge whether he really didn't know or was just pretending to be stupid.
Unfortunately, Fu Wei really knows nothing.
"nothing."
"Oh." Fu Wei held out her hand. "Candy."
Feng Weiyu handed the candy to him, but while returning the candy, he grabbed Fu Wei's wrist. Without waiting for Fu Wei to shake it off, he pulled Fu Wei into his arms with force.
That wasn't all. Feng Weiyu had the audacity to grab a strand of soft white hair by Fu Wei's ear and twisted it around his finger again and again. With a hint of ambiguity, he lowered his head and casually examined Fu Wei:
"Why is your hair white?"
Fu Wei struggled: "How dare you."
Feng Weiyu wasn't afraid and didn't let go. He even moved forward a little, his breath spraying on his neck, causing a tingling sensation. "Hmm?"
His behavior was frivolous and showed no respect at all. Fu Wei frowned and cut off the strand of hair directly. He used his spiritual power to shock the man away and took several steps back: "It has nothing to do with you."
After saying that, Fu Wei left.
Feng Weiyu did not stop her. He looked at the long hair in front of him, slowly put it into his sleeves, and raised the corners of his lips, but not with happiness. His eyes were filled with overwhelming hatred and unwillingness.
I can’t just forget my dear Master.
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