Chapter 38 After Abandoning the Paranoid Villain 38 "Take me home, little...
Zhu Jiuyin was much more powerful than he had imagined.
Over the past thousand years, the spiritual energy in the world of esoteric arts has gradually become thinner, while resentment has grown rapidly, reaching an unimaginable level.
They have to fight not only Zhu Jiuyin, but also the delusions of mortals.
Back then, when Fu Wei was a semi-immortal at his peak, he used all his strength to kill Zhu Jiuyin.
Now Fu Wei's soul is burning every day he lives. As long as the scroll covers Qingyun Mountain, it is asking for Fu Wei's life.
The body of a painting spirit, the soul of a semi-immortal.
The best and purest.
Now, the air is filled with ghostly spirits and resentment. In order to prevent his mind from being eroded and his soul from being polluted by these things, Fu Wei has no choice but to forcibly separate himself from the scroll, so that he can breathe.
So Fu Wei became increasingly haggard, and his body became increasingly thin and transparent.
Feng Lingwu saw it all, but could do nothing about it.
"Master, how can I help you? Fu Wei, what should I do?"
It was unknown how many times Fu Wei had fainted. Feng Lingwu held Fu Wei in his arms and sobbed.
He looked through all the ancient books and consulted all the relevant information. He sought help everywhere, including the Zhuge family, the Zhang family, and the disciples of the Chu family who had already left, but none of them could help him. So he had no choice but to beg God not to be so ruthless.
Fu Wei's past life and this life have been hard enough, why did he have to encounter something like this?
Is it just because he is the True Lord Yao Ling?
Feng Lingwu choked up, "Fuwei, if only you hadn't met Chu Xiangzhi and me, you would still be that aloof, radiant and bright Yaoling Zhenjun..."
"Maybe he has already become an immortal."
But there are no ifs in the world.
At this time, Zhao Nan came over from outside and whispered, "Lingwu, Zhuge An is here."
Feng Lingwu wiped his tears and said in a muffled voice, "Let him in."
Zhuge An walked in and saw Feng Lingwu holding Fu Wei with a disheartened look on his face. His heart ached and his nose felt sore.
Fortunately, he held back and forced himself to put on an extremely ugly smile.
"That day when you came to Qingyun Mountain to rob the bride, I wanted to explain a few things on your behalf, but you didn't let me finish. I came here today to finish what I had to say."
"What?" There was no emotion in Feng Lingwu's eyes. Now, apart from Fu Wei, nothing could disturb his mind.
Zhuge An said: "Back then, you and Chu Xiangzhi were trapped in the sealing array. Zhenjun left you behind when he came out, but he didn't leave. He was waiting for you the whole time."
"Waiting for me?" Feng Lingwu was a little confused. How could Fu Wei be waiting for him? When he was abandoned, Fu Wei should have been prepared to die.
But he didn't leave and was waiting for her to come out. That only meant that Fu Wei was confident that he could come out alive.
This suddenly reminded him of the talisman Fu Wei had cast on him before he entered the sealing formation, and his heart twitched again.
Zhuge An said, "It's the Huanling Curse. With him protecting you, 90% of the damage you suffer will be transferred to him. He bears the pain for you, and it's this curse that keeps you alive. You have no spiritual power, and the formation that Zhu Jiuyin used to trap you will soon lose its power. Those resentments won't be able to harm you. As long as you stay inside and wait for the resentment to dissipate and the Suzaku Gate to open, you will be able to walk out safely."
"So the True Lord drove all of us away and waited for you at the gate for seven days and seven nights. I didn't expect that you, out of resentment and hatred, would directly absorb all the resentful and evil spirits in the seal formation, and finally destroyed Queshan and left."
"Que Mountain collapsed, Suzaku Mountain shattered, and the True Lord was attacked by the Huanling Curse. He guarded you for seven days and seven nights, and was extremely weak. But at that time, he didn't care and wanted to find you like a madman. It was me and Chu Xiangzhi who stopped him. Otherwise, I'm afraid..."
The rest is self-explanatory.
It turns out he had never been abandoned.
His master has been waiting for his return.
Feng Lingwu was trembling all over, tears falling. He looked at his beloved who had her eyes closed, and he didn't even dare to touch her.
He didn't know what to say or what to do.
What did he do?
She took him by force, bullied him, and forced him to marry her.
Zhuge An wiped his tears and continued, "That's when the True Lord's hair turned white. It was white for you. The blood-red patterns on the 'Asking the Immortal' map were for all the pain you endured."
Feng Lingwu had thought about the matter of hair before, and had asked Fu Wei about it in bed, but she had always been evasive. When she was pressed into a corner, she said that she liked white and wanted to change her hair color. But when asked again, she refused to say anything.
"I know what Zhenjun did was wrong, but he never intended to hurt you from the beginning to the end, so please don't hate him, because this was the only way he could think of to protect everyone."
How could he hate Fu Wei?
Even when he thought he was abandoned, he never hated Fu Wei. He was just jealous. He was jealous that Chu Xiangzhi could get so much favor from Fu Wei, and he resented his own incompetence and inability to please Fu Wei.
A rough hand brushed across Fu Wei's white hair. Feng Lingwu asked with a sob, "What happened to his amnesia?"
Zhuge An said, "I didn't notice this at first, thinking it was just an accident, but recently I've been thinking about it. Perhaps Chu Xiangzhi was jealous of you, so he erased Zhenjun's memory and tricked him into marrying him. So on the day of the wedding, when Chu Xiangzhi was seriously injured, Zhenjun immediately regained his memory."
It was Chu Xiangzhi again, and it was him again.
It’s not enough that this person has deceived Fu Wei for a thousand years, now he wants to bully them like this. Why?
Why?
He had clearly received all of Fu Wei's favor, yet he still wanted to hurt Fu Wei like this. His master clearly just wanted to protect the people, but the people he protected were bullying him.
Even myself.
"Master, Fu Wei, how could you be so foolish? What right do we have to ask you to save us? You can't even save yourself..."
"Finally, you said it." Zhuge An finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Feng Lingwu put aside all his grudges. He handed him a dazzling stone and said, "Lingwu, I didn't find a solution to Zhu Jiuyin, but I found this."
"The True Lord's soul has been separated from the scroll, and he no longer has the spiritual energy to sustain it. This is why he often falls into a coma. This is the Spirit Water Stone. It can provide the True Lord with the spiritual energy to maintain his daily life, and it can also temporarily heal his pain of separation. With this, the True Lord may feel better."
Time is limited, and Zhuge An cannot bear to see such a bright and handsome man like Fu Wei being dragged to death.
Even if he had to deal with Zhu Jiuyin, even if he had to die, he hoped that Fu Wei could be more comfortable in those last few days.
This is the last thing he can do for Fu Wei.
Feng Lingwu took the Water Spirit Stone and said, "Thank you."
Zhuge An bowed deeply and sincerely wished: "May you live a thousand years, and may spring come to you everywhere. [1]"
"Thank you—"
Feng Lingwu inserted the Spirit Water Stone into Fu Wei's heart and watched the bright white spiritual energy flow through Fu Wei's body. He choked with sobs and said, "Master, did you hear that? Everyone hopes you can get better..."
He buried his head in Fu Wei's neck and cried uncontrollably.
Big tears fell on Fu Weixing's face like pearls that had broken off a string. The tears blurred his eyes and made it impossible for him to see Fu Weixing in front of him. Fu Wei's eyelashes trembled and she slowly opened her eyes.
Fu Wei stared at Feng Lingwu for a long time. After a while, as if helpless and distressed, she said softly, "Little Lingwu, Master is fine. Why are you crying?"
Hearing the familiar name, Feng Lingwu cried even harder.
Fu Wei reached out and wiped the tears from his face: "Don't cry, okay?"
But he really couldn't help it and could only say over and over again: "I'm sorry... I'm sorry... Fu Wei... Master, it's my fault... It's all my fault..."
As if she had guessed something, Fu Wei sighed, "Ever since you were little, you've always been obsessed with trivial matters. Little Lingwu, what do you want your master to do?"
Feng Lingwu continued to apologize.
Fu Wei had no choice but to suddenly reach out and hook Feng Lingwu's neck, then press down hard, while she raised her head and kissed him.
The crying stopped abruptly.
Feng Lingwu stared at Fu Wei blankly. This was the first time Fu Wei took the initiative to kiss him, and it was when she was sober. It was not forced, nor was it anything else, she just kissed him purely.
Seeing that Feng Lingwu had finally calmed down, Fu Wei slowly said, "I don't blame you, and I have never resented you."
Feng Lingwu: "Master——"
Fu Wei hugged Feng Lingwu tighter and whispered, "Take me home, little Lingwu. I miss our home and I want to eat the food you cook."
Since you can't change it, just use the remaining time to do what you want to do.
For example, go back to the place where they first met, go back to his and Feng Lingwu’s home.
That small and shabby, but warm enough home.
Feng Lingwu: "Okay, let's go home."
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Back to where they met.
Feng Lingwu was only fifteen years old at that time, and was still a teenager who could only scream and run away when he saw an evil ghost.
The alley was still pitch black. Feng Lingwu and Fu Wei walked there hand in hand, but Feng Lingwu was not afraid at all. He even hoped that the alley would be longer and longer, long enough to take them back to the beginning.
Feng Lingwu is still that fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, and Fu Wei is still a painting spirit who knows nothing.
But this road is too short. Compared to the previous chaos and fear-provoking situations, it is now very peaceful.
When they reached the door of the house, Fu smiled and said, as if remembering something, "Can we still live here? If not, you have to find a way. Anyway, I won't be wronged."
This is how his master should be, held in the palm of his hand and cherished in his heart.
Feng Lingwu opened the door and said, "I have someone come over regularly to clean up and take care of the place. Don't worry, you can stay here."
He has known Fu Wei for a long time, but there are so few things related to Fu Wei that he wants to treasure every one of them.
This is where he and Fu Wei spent the most time together, and it holds many beautiful memories, so naturally he has to take good care of it.
When the door was opened, familiarity and memories poured out, and they seemed to have returned to many years ago.
Feng Lingwu: "Welcome home, Fu Wei——"
Fu Wei smiled and said, "You are so disrespectful. Call me Master."
Feng Lingwu immediately called out obediently, "Master."
Feng Lingwu was right. The place was kept very clean. There was no dust on the table. The water and electricity bills were paid on time. Someone cleaned the room. Even the clothes in the closet could be taken out and worn.
Feng Lingwu made a lot of preparations for their return this time.
"Master, please sit down first. I'll call someone to send some food over." The weather was getting a little cold. Feng Lingwu took out a blanket from the cupboard and wrapped it around Fu Wei. He then turned on the TV for him and put the remote control in his hand. "Master, please rest first."
Fu Wei nodded and snuggled into the sofa skillfully.
It was late at night and the two birds on the branch flew back home.
A funny soap opera was playing on the TV, and Fu Wei's gentle laughter could be heard from time to time. In the kitchen, a fire was on on the stove, and soup was stewing inside. Feng Lingwu, wearing an apron that was washed white, put the chopped vegetables into the crackling oil pan and began to stir-fry.
It was a very ordinary day.
After Feng Lingwu finished cooking, he poked his head out of the kitchen with a smile and said, "Master, it's time to eat. You can go wash your hands now."
Fu Wei's eyes were almost glued to the TV series, and she couldn't bear to look away even when she was talking: "No, I want to finish watching this part."
Feng Lingwu hadn't seen Fu Wei throwing a tantrum like this for a long time, and he felt so sweet in his heart. He walked over, paused the TV series, picked him up, took him to the sink, hugged him from behind, and washed his hands.
"I'm not a child." Although she said that, Fu Wei did not refuse.
Feng Lingwu: "Yes, Master is not a child."
Fu Wei: "You lied to me again."
Feng Lingwu was puzzled: "What?"
Fu Wei: "You told me at that time that kindergarten was a place dedicated to serving people. Later, An An told me that kindergarten was a place only for children their age to go."
Feng Lingwu hugged Fu Wei tightly and coaxed her, "Fu Wei, sometimes I really wish you were a child, so that I could raise you instead. Then I would definitely treat you very well, hold you in my hands, and accompany you to grow up well."
There is no need to meet that annoying Chu Xiangzhi.
Fu Wei was a little sad: "Little Lingwu, it seems that Master didn't raise you well, and you suffered a lot of grievances."
Feng Lingwu hugged Fu Wei tightly and said seriously, "But if I hadn't met my master, I would still be a loser, and might even have dropped out of school to work. Fu Wei, I'm very happy to have met you. There's no better life than this one."
Seeing Feng Lingwu looking so serious, Fu Wei couldn't help but laugh.
Feng Lingwu added, "But I've never seen what Master looked like as a child. This isn't fair."
Fu Wei thought about how she was raised by Feng Lingwu and actually felt that it was not bad.
Seeing Fu Wei in a daze, Feng Lingwu thought that the TV he had given him was broken and it was too boring, so he turned on the TV series.
Funny sounds were coming from the TV, and the protagonists were in a mess, making people laugh, but Fu Wei was always absent-minded.
Feng Lingwu was a little confused and wanted to ask what was going on, but then he saw Fu Wei said to him very seriously: "If there is a chance, and if you are willing, I want to be raised by you."
Feng Lingwu's heart moved, but his eyes were a little red: "Okay."
Fu Wei then waved her hands in satisfaction, and then asked him excitedly, "Where are we going tomorrow?"
Feng Lingwu: "Let's go to my school. I'll show you what I've done in the past few years you've been absent, okay?"
Fu Wei: "Okay."
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