Chapter 42: After Abandoning the Poor Little Apprentice 2: Brother Fairy, Please Don’t…
The man grinned and stretched out his hand towards Rong Jiao. Rong Jiao couldn't break free, so he could only close his eyes in despair, holding his parents' urn tightly in his arms.
The sky was gray and white.
Mom and Dad, A Jiao is useless and cannot avenge you.
“Tear—”
There was a sound of a sharp blade cutting through flesh, followed by a painful wail, and hot liquid splashed on Rong Jiao's face.
Tears fell on her eyelashes, and Rong Jiao opened her eyes blankly, only to find that her uncle had his arm chopped off by Fu Wei's sword, and was wailing in pain.
Before Rong Jiao could react, he was left behind by Fu Wei again.
The little guy hugged the urn, huddled in the corner, and looked at Fu Wei tremblingly.
"You fucking bitch, how dare you hurt me! Who the hell are you? How dare you..."
Fu Wei has always disliked talking nonsense with others. If something can be explained with fists, he would rather talk less.
What's more, these people in front of us are a group of beasts in human form who eat people without leaving any bones.
So Fu Weixiao picked up a stick, weighed it in his hand, and then gave them a good beating.
In just a cup of tea, dozens of servants fell to the ground with bruised faces and noses, trembling with fear.
Rong Jiao's uncle Rong Xi was frightened and knelt on the ground: "Hero... no no... Immortal, we don't mean any harm. We really just want to take him back. Didn't you just agree? Why are you going back on your word..."
Fu Wei threw the stick aside and wiped the dirt off his fingertips carelessly: "Even if I regret it, what do you think?"
Hearing this, Rong Xi quickly knelt down and begged for mercy: "Your Excellency can do whatever you want. It's us who are blind and don't recognize the great man. We have offended you. Please return Rong Jiao to us, okay?"
Fu Wei felt better and began to think about this problem.
This man doesn't seem like a good person. If he gives it to the child, he will be sending him to die.
But if I don't give it to him, the child will probably depend on me, and I won't be able to raise him.
Sad people.
Seeing this, Rong Xi persisted and said, "Rong Jiao is a pitiful child. Don't worry, Immortal. I am his uncle. I will definitely take good care of him. So please give the child to me."
Fu Wei raised an eyebrow and glanced at Rong Jiao, then asked him with a smile, "What do you think?
Since it concerned his own future, Rong Jiao didn't know how to beg Fu Wei to keep him, but he could not give up, so he gritted his teeth and knelt in front of Fu Wei.
"Brother Immortal, they destroyed the Rong family because they knew that we have a rare treasure that can make people ascend to immortality in one step. As long as you save me, I am willing to give you the rare treasure."
The Shangqing Immortal Sect is the number one sect in the world, and Fuwei is himself the number one divine sword.
After living for so many years, he still didn't know what there was in the Three Realms that could allow people to ascend to heaven and become immortals in one step.
This reason is absurd.
But it made Fu Wei very interested. He looked down at the little girl who was kneeling at his feet, looking up at him with hope in her eyes: "Okay."
Rong Jiao's eyes lit up instantly: "Do you agree?"
Fu Wei nodded: "Yes, I agree."
Rong Jiao finally breathed a sigh of relief, a smile appeared on his pale face, and he grasped Fu Wei's clothes in dependence: "Thank you, Brother Fairy."
Fu Wei raised his eyes and looked at those people. A ball of fire suddenly appeared in his hand. He threatened: "Why don't you leave? Do you want to die?"
Upon hearing this, Rong Xi ran away in a panic.
Fu Wei: "Get up."
Rong Jiao stood up tremblingly: "Thank you, Brother Fairy."
As if he was thinking about something complicated, the little dumpling's face wrinkled into a ball. Then he made up his mind and took off the jade pendant from his neck. It turned out that the originally ordinary little dumpling was surrounded by a layer of faint white spiritual power, and even Rong Jiao's whole temperament changed.
Even Fu Wei, who had always been knowledgeable, narrowed his eyes and was a little unconvinced.
"We don't actually have any rare treasures in our family. The only thing that can be considered a treasure... is probably myself." Rong Jiao was actually afraid, but he also knew that if he didn't confess voluntarily, he would be thrown away immediately.
He couldn't meet anyone better than Fu Wei.
At least Fu Wei doesn't want his life.
"No wonder they wanted to exterminate the entire family. They were born with Glazed Bones."
You should know that the last person to come into the world with Glazed Bone was the Lord of Silence Light Sword, who formed the Dan at the age of twenty, the Yuanying at the age of thirty, and the Shendi at the age of three hundred, and was only one step away from the Tribulation Crossing Stage.
No wonder it is said that the Rong family has a rare treasure that can help them reach the top in one step.
Rong Jiao's eyelashes trembled, he was extremely scared, he didn't know how Fu Wei would deal with him.
Maybe kill him, or dig up his bones?
Just when Rong Jiao was panicking, Fu Wei did nothing but flicked her finger and the jade pendant was hung back on his neck.
Rong Jiao looked at him in confusion.
Fu Wei: "Little Dumpling, I want to ask you, I wanted to give you to someone else just now, do you blame me?"
Rong Jiao shook his head: "I don't blame you."
Fu Wei: "Why?"
Rong Jiao: "You saved me. Your life-saving grace is greater than heaven. I should repay you."
Fu Wei: "Very good, remember this, you owe me a life, you must repay me well in the future, do you hear me?"
Rong Jiao: "I will."
Fu Wei smiled with satisfaction.
Seeing that Fu Wei didn't mention the Glazed Bone again, Rong Jiao breathed a sigh of relief, but was also a little scared. If he was not a rare treasure, would Fu Wei still want him?
"Then I... do you still want it?"
Fu Wei said frankly: "I want you, but I don't want your glass bone now."
It may not be the case in the future.
However, the little girl didn't quite understand and just nodded obediently: "Thank you, Brother Fairy..."
The Rong family's residence was no longer habitable, and Fu Wei's actions were too blatant. If he didn't leave, there would likely be more troublemakers coming to his house, causing him all kinds of trouble. He could handle it, but it was too annoying. So he picked a random place and started walking.
Seeing this, Rong Jiao hurriedly followed.
Little Tuanzi had short legs, so when Fuwei had to walk, he had to run. What's more, he was holding a big jar, so he stumbled when he walked.
As they walked along, many mortals saw them and pointed at Fu Wei, saying, "Look at this guy, he's dressed well, why is he acting like a father like that?"
"Yeah, yeah, look at that dirty kid. He's been bullied like this, but he doesn't cry or make a fuss. He's really pitiful."
"If his mother knew about this, she would be so heartbroken."
Fu Wei really couldn't be blamed for this. He wasn't in the habit of waiting for people, and besides, he had been thinking about something since just now, so he really forgot about the little ball. When he heard that group of mortals talking and looking at him with disgust on their faces, he was still a little confused.
After all, he has no son.
It's complete nonsense.
There is one more dumpling.
Oh, dumplings.
Fu Wei then remembered and looked back.
The dirty dumpling suddenly bumped into his arms, and his nose turned red. Tears instantly fell. He was obviously the one who was wronged, but he hurriedly began to apologize: "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to bump into you, I'm sorry..."
Fu Wei frowned and looked at him.
Rong Jiao thought Fu Wei was unhappy and begged, "Brother Immortal, please don't abandon me."
Fu Wei then said, "Why didn't you call me?"
Rong Jiao said flatteringly, "I... I don't want to drag you down, and I can run very fast and keep up with you."
Fu Wei felt that Rong Jiao might have been stimulated to the point of being stupid. He looked around and saw an inn nearby. "Follow me," he said, and walked in.
Rong Jiao: "Oh, okay."
Fu Wei casually threw a bag of silver ingots in front of the innkeeper and said, "Prepare a good room. Prepare hot water and food and send them to my room. Thank you."
The shopkeeper's eyes lit up when he saw the money. He first looked at Fu Wei, who was dressed brilliantly, and then at Rong Jiao, who was bedraggled. "Do you need a change of clothes? I think the young master is injured. How about I ask someone to buy some medicine for him?"
Rong Jiao was actually in great pain, and her clothes were wet. It would be better if she could change her clothes, so she looked at Fu Wei hopefully.
Fu Wei shook his head: "No need."
The shopkeeper hesitated: "This..."
Fu Wei frowned, a little displeased.
Rong Jiao immediately said, "Thank you, boss. I don't need it."
The shopkeeper said: "I am sorry to bother you, sir. Please - the waiter will take the guests upstairs."
The waiter hurriedly said, "Sir, please come upstairs."
Fu Wei nodded, and Rong Jiao followed obediently.
Only after arriving at the room did Fu Wei spare the energy to look at the little ball.
The little dumpling is probably only five or six years old, and now it only reaches his waist. Even though it is covered in mud, you can still see his original cute appearance, especially when his big wet eyes look at you, just like the glutinous rice balls that Fu Wei has eaten, so white that he looks so easy to bully.
Such children have been pampered since childhood. Now that such a change has happened, it is as if they have grown up overnight. At this age when they should be innocent and lively, their eyes are dim.
"Put the jar down."
Rong Jiao found a place where the jar would not get in the way and put it away carefully.
Fu Wei: "Come to me and hold out your hand."
Rong Jiao walked up to Fu Wei hesitantly and stretched out his bloody hand.
Fu Wei frowned even more tightly and said, "Bear with it." His hands moved lightly. He used the cleaning technique to clean the blood stains on Rong Jiao's hands, and then took out a bottle of high-quality elixir from his ring and sprinkled it on Rong Jiao's palm as if it were free.
As the powder was sprinkled on the wound, Rong Jiao felt his palms getting hot and itchy. Before he could scratch it, the bloody hand slowly healed, and new flesh grew at a speed visible to the naked eye.
After a while, the two little hands were back to normal without any scars.
Rong Jiao touched his hand, looking surprised.
"Brother Shenxian, you are so amazing. You are the most amazing person I have ever met."
Fu Wei was very pleased with this. Just then, the waiter came up with hot water. Fu Wei raised her chin and said, "Now that your wound is healed, go take a shower. You're so dirty, how can you still be a child?" Before she finished speaking, Fu Wei carefully examined Rong Jiao and felt that this little guy might drown himself. "Forget it."
Rong Jiao was puzzled: "Hmm?"
Fu Wei pinched the back of Rong Jiao's neck with her hand and threw the child into the bathtub with a little disgust.
"Stand firm and clean yourself up."
Rong Jiao: "Okay."
In fact, cleaning techniques can be used, but Rong Jiao is too dirty. Fu Wei always feels that if he doesn't wash it with water himself, it will still be dirty, and he feels uncomfortable.
Fortunately, the little dumpling could splash around in the water and washed himself clean in a short while. Then he clung to the edge of the wooden barrel, trying hard to find Fuwei and looked at Fuwei for help.
"Brother—I'm done washing."
Fu Wei lightly tapped his fingers, and the little ball was wrapped in a blanket. He then took out a robe that could be larger or smaller from his ring and threw it on the little ball.
The robe automatically slipped onto the little ball, fitting perfectly.
The originally dirty little dumpling immediately turned into a precious young master.
Fu Wei nodded in satisfaction.
This is more like the kind of person he is helping.
However, this guy is too soft-hearted. He needs to work harder in the future to train him to be as arrogant and domineering as himself.
Fu Wei was also sleepy: "The food is on the table outside, eat by yourself, and then go to rest." He was tired. The backlash was no small matter. He needed to regulate his breathing early and had no time to take care of Xiaotuanzi.
There are two bedrooms in the inn. Fu Wei sleeps in the larger master bedroom. After Rong Jiao finished his meal, he did not dare to disturb Fu Wei and went to the small room next door and lay on the bed.
The room was very quiet and Fu Wei was very nice to him, but he felt a little sad.
It was clear that the night before yesterday, he was sleeping in the brocade bush, with both parents alive and living a happy life. But today, his family has been broken up and he lives in an inn.
Sometimes he really hoped that this was a dream, and when he woke up, his father and mother would still be by his side.
Then the tears in the corners of my eyes fell again.
Rong Jiao didn't dare to cry too loudly. She could only bite the quilt tightly and swallow her sobs into her throat. The little ball curled up into a ball, and her figure was almost invisible on the big bed.
Fu Wei over there adjusted his breath for a while and then stopped. He was a little uneasy and had too many distracting thoughts.
It is actually very simple to break the backlash curse, all you need to do is take Jiguang's heart blood.
Unfortunately, Jiguang was completely dead, with only a wisp of soul left. In order to resurrect him, the glass bones of a cultivator in the Spirit Transformation Stage were needed as a guide.
This little boy has the Glazed Bone, and he will surely form an infant and become a god within three hundred years. But now that his whole family has been slaughtered, he must have inner demons, and he will probably stop at the Nascent Soul stage, so he has to find a way to remove the inner demons of the little boy.
Furthermore, Jiguang died, and the position of the head of the sect was vacant, and the Shangqing Immortal Sect was in the midst of internal strife.
Fu Wei didn't plan to care about them. He would wait until they fought to the death and both were injured. Then he would go back and take back the position of the leader. Then he would be the leader of the righteous path. He could do whatever he wanted and no one would dare to control him.
Fu Wei felt good just thinking about how that would feel.
As I was thinking about this, I suddenly heard a few cat meows in the night, whimpering, as if the cat was hurt and sobbing, which looked quite pitiful.
But where did the cat come from in the inn in broad daylight? It seemed to have come out from that little dumpling's room?
Tsk, little Dumpling won’t cry secretly, right?
Fu Wei didn't want to care, but the crying was so sad that it made people feel distressed. Forget it, he decided to go and take a look. What if the inner demon was not eliminated and the little girl cried herself to death first?
“Woo…”
The room was very quiet, and the little girl was curled up in the quilt. If you didn't look carefully, you couldn't see anyone there.
Fu Wei felt sad when she heard him crying, but he didn't know how to comfort others and had never been coaxed by anyone. After thinking about it, she put her hand on the little Tuanzi's body through the quilt and pretended to pat him twice.
The crying stopped abruptly, and then the little girl pulled back the quilt, revealing her red and swollen eyes as she looked at Fu Wei, hiccuping in fear.
Fu Wei: “…” Is he so scary?
Fu Wei reached out her hand and helped the little girl calm down. She explained helplessly, "I saw you were crying a little sadly, so I wanted to come over and comfort you. I didn't mean to scare you."
The little girl was still like a rabbit, shedding tears and not saying a word, as if she was scared silly.
It seems even more pitiful.
Fu Wei couldn't stand it a little. This little kid always made him feel like a bastard who bullied children.
He rummaged through his space ring, took out a handful of candy, and placed it next to the little dumpling's pillow. Then he said, "...Never mind, I don't know how to coax a child. Don't be too sad. I'm going back." Then he got up and left.
But just as Fu Wei stood up, the little ball who was holding the candy in a daze suddenly reached out and grabbed Fu Wei's sleeve.
Fu Wei turned around subconsciously, and then he was pounced upon by the little dumpling.
The little girl cried sadly in his arms.
"Brother, please, don't go..."
The little hands tightly hugged Fu Wei's neck, as if he had grabbed his last life-saving straw, which made Fu Wei dazed and bewildered for a moment. No one had ever relied on him so much, and his hand subconsciously patted the little dumpling's shoulder.
"Well, I'm not leaving."
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