Chapter 43: After abandoning the poor little apprentice 3 Fu Wei no longer wants him. ...
Fu Wei is actually not used to being so close to others. He is used to doing his own thing. He has a bad reputation over the years and doesn't have many good friends.
So he doesn't know how to get along with others.
The little girl cried like a kitten that hadn't grown up yet, which made him think back to when he was just born...
"good--"
Little Tuanzi is very small and has not had much rest since last night. After crying for a while, he couldn't open his eyes, but he still stubbornly grabbed Fu Wei's sleeve.
"What's wrong?"
Fu Wei thought he was going to talk to her, but the little boy didn't. He looked up and begged, "Brother Shenxian, can I beg you not to leave?"
"I'm a little sad. Can you stay with me? Please."
Even an adult might not be able to endure this kind of change, let alone a five or six-year-old child.
Fu Wei: “No.”
The light in Rong Jiao's eyes dimmed. Although he was reluctant, he still decided to let go.
Brother Fairy is so busy and seems to be injured. He can't disturb Brother Fairy. He has to be well behaved and not cause trouble for Brother Fairy.
Just as Rong Jiao was trying to do this, Fu Wei bent down and picked up Rong Jiao.
It was a very awkward position to hold a baby, but from the red tips of Fu Wei's ears, one could tell that he was trying very hard to learn it.
Rong Jiao: "Brother Immortal?"
"Yeah." Fu Wei said awkwardly, "Your bed is too small, you should sleep with me."
Rong Jiao's eyes lit up instantly, and she said in a baby voice, "Okay..."
Fu Wei murmured to herself, "Children are such a hassle. They need someone to accompany them."
Rong Jiao knew that Fu Wei was tough on the outside but soft on the inside, so she nuzzled Fu Wei's neck affectionately and said, "I'm very good. I won't fight with Brother Fu Wei for the quilt. Please."
Fu Wei: "That's fine."
What Xiaotuanzi said was right. He had a good sleeping posture and was very well behaved when asleep. He would not kick around or grab the quilt. He would just curl himself up into a ball and nestle in Fuwei's arms, as if he was afraid that Fuwei would abandon him. Even when he was fast asleep, he would still hold on to Fuwei's clothes.
Fu Wei had reached this level of cultivation and it was actually difficult for her to sleep, but with her little girl lying in her arms, she didn't dare to move.
After all, this little girl is very annoying when she cries.
So he began to daydream, and even fell asleep in a daze.
It's warm to see the big and the small snuggling together.
When Rong Jiao woke up, it was already the next morning. He was no longer by her side. In her hand, she only held a robe as thin as a cicada's wing. The robe was soft and transparent, like flowing water, and was embroidered with beautiful patterns with gold and silver threads. Holding it in her hand, she felt that the texture was comfortable, and was made of the same material as the one she was wearing.
"woke up?"
Rong Jiao looked up and saw a man wearing only a tight suit, sitting on the windowsill of the room, blocking most of the sunlight. Outside the window, peach blossoms were rustling and petals were flying.
The golden wristband was gleaming, and the hem of the clothes flowed down like magma. Fu Wei was wiping it carelessly with the Thread Demon Sword.
If Fu Wei wipes his sword, it will not be a good thing. If an acquaintance sees him, he will be scared to death because he is going to kill someone.
But Rong Jiao didn't know, he just thought Fu Wei was pretty.
It looks very beautiful.
"Yeah, I'm awake." Rong Jiao nodded obediently.
Fu Wei flashed down from the windowsill, sat on the chair, and picked up a cup of tea from the table.
"Go wash up, there are important things to do after dinner."
Rong Jiao wanted to ask what was going on, but Fu Wei didn't like people talking too much, so she quickly put on her clothes and started washing up.
After washing up, sit down to eat.
The sword in Fu Wei's hand disappeared, replaced by a blood-red flute.
It is unknown what material the flute is made of, but it is crystal clear and glittering, with exquisite patterns carved on it. It is played with by Fu Wei's slender jade-like fingers, and it looks very beautiful.
Fu Wei also noticed that the little girl kept looking at the flute in her hand and asked with a smile, "Is it beautiful?"
Rong Jiao nodded seriously: "It looks good."
Fu Wei handed the flute over: "Take it with you and return it to me when this is over."
Rong Jiao: "Okay."
Fu Wei asked again: "Do you know how to use it?"
Rong Jiao shook his head: "I can't play the flute."
Fu Wei said with a hint of meaning: "My dear child, this is not a song for you to play."
Rong Jiao was shocked: "What do you mean?"
Fu Wei: "This is a top-grade magical weapon, it's for you to use to kill and avenge. You don't need to be able to play it. Just take off the jade pendant and use your spiritual power to activate it."
When he heard the word revenge, Rong Jiao subconsciously clenched his icy flute. The patterns on it hurt his hands, but he did not let go. Instead, he held it tighter and tighter.
Seeing this, Fu Wei raised the corners of his lips in satisfaction: "Little Dumpling, keep it. Whether you can take revenge soon depends on it."
Rong Jiao quickly knelt down and kowtowed deeply to Fu Wei: "Thank you, Brother Immortal."
Fu Weiwei raised her hand slightly: "No need for these empty formalities, let's eat first."
At this time, Rong Jiao already understood that the so-called serious business was revenge, so he did not dare to dawdle. After washing up, he quickly finished his meal and waited for Fu Wei.
He needs revenge.
He has to avenge his dead relatives and friends.
Thinking of this, Rong Jiao's eyes turned blood red, and his small body was replaced by a sense of oppression and heaviness, so that in a place where Rong Jiao could not see, the inner demon was faintly growing.
Seeing this, Fu Wei narrowed his eyes, walked over and put his hand on Rong Jiao's head.
His confused mind suddenly became clear, and his cloudy eyes became clear. Rong Jiao looked up at Fu Wei in a daze.
Fu Wei just curled his lips and smiled: "Be good——"
Rong Jiao rubbed Fu Wei's palm dependently and said "hmm".
What a good boy.
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This genocide was so powerful. Rong Jiao's father had always been kind to others and had never offended anyone over the years, let alone had any enemies.
If we have to say the reason, it was that Rong Jiao's father accidentally saved a Taoist priest. The Taoist priest stayed in the mansion for a few days. Somehow, he recognized that Rong Jiao was born with glass bones and even tried to take over his body.
After the trick was exposed, the Taoist priest fled. Not long after, a rumor spread:
That is, the Rong family has a magical weapon that can make people become immortal in one step.
Everyone wants to become an immortal and control the wind and rain. This disaster originated from this.
Thinking of this, Rong Jiao couldn't help but clench the jade pendant tightly. It was the only memory his family left him. Originally, his father and mother planned to take him to Shangqing Xianzong to learn from a master after the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Unexpectedly, an accident came first.
"ah--"
Countless servants were knocked away, their backs smashing the door into pieces. They fell to the ground wailing amidst the scattered fragments.
Fu Wei, dressed in a bright red, walked out slowly and openly from the gate.
The mansion was in chaos, and the maids and servants were running around in fear.
Upon seeing this, Fu Wei waved his hand and the entire mansion was covered by a barrier. No one inside could leave, and no one outside could come in. Everyone was trapped here.
"Help, help, there's a monster, there's a monster!"
Fu Wei sat majestically in the main seat of the hall, his delicate brows slightly furrowed. The noisy shouting made him very unhappy, and he tapped his fingers lightly.
"I came here only to investigate the Rong family's extermination. Every wrong has its perpetrator and every debt has its creditor. I only want Rong Xi."
"I'll give you a cup of tea to bring Rong Xi to me, or I'll burn the entire mansion down!"
The voice filled with spiritual power spread out like a wave, reaching everyone's ears accurately and making everyone shiver.
Everyone was not going to pay any attention to Fu Wei at first, but when they found that all the doors of the mansion were blocked, they panicked.
After a while, Rong Xi, who had a broken arm, was dragged out of the toilet by the servants, tied up with a hemp rope, and thrown in front of Fu Wei.
Fu Wei also kept his promise and released them all.
Rong Xi cried heartbreakingly and begged, "Immortal Lord, I know I was wrong. I was blind and offended you last time. Please forgive me, but I really didn't do anything."
Fu Wei fiddled with the teacup in front of her nonchalantly and sneered, "Seriously?"
"My Lord, I have a clear conscience. I really didn't do anything. The massacre of the entire Rong family has nothing to do with me. I am innocent!"
The hand fiddling with the teacup paused, and a sharp gaze swept across.
"When did I mention that the Rong family was exterminated?"
Rong Xi froze instantly, his constricted pupils filled with panic, but he soon continued to cry, "This matter has become so serious, it's hard for me not to think about it, Immortal Lord."
"Rong Jiao's father is my biological brother. No matter how vicious I am, I can't kill my biological brother and his entire family."
Fu Wei scoffed, "Brothers have fought against each other for so long, and there are so many cases of ruthless falling out. I don't want to waste my time talking to you." Fu Wei gave Rong Jiao a look, "Do you know how to use the flute?"
Rong Jiao nodded: "I understand."
Rong Xi said in disbelief: "How dare you attack me, little bastard? I am your uncle."
Fu Wei immediately shut his mouth.
"Enough of nonsense, let go."
A slightly dull and suppressed flute sound rang out, like a drum soaked in water making a low sound. My heart seemed to be tied to it, being beaten continuously, and my head felt like it was being torn apart by pain.
Only ten breaths passed, but it felt like a lifetime.
Rong Xi screamed miserably, blood gushing from all seven orifices. He rolled madly on the ground, wailing and crawling to Fu Wei's feet: "I'll tell you, I'll tell you!"
Fu Wei didn't even look at him.
Rong Xi had no choice but to kneel in front of Rong Jiao, tears and snot all over his face: "I was wrong, I was wrong, please forgive me, I'll tell you who it is, I'll tell you who it is!"
Rong Jiao's little face was tense, and he subconsciously looked at Fu Wei, but saw that Fu Wei had no intention of intervening. He knew that Fu Wei was giving him full authority to handle the matter.
"Who is it?"
Rong Xi's eyes were red, and he asked in a cold voice, "Did you do it?"
Rong Xi pleaded, "It wasn't me, it wasn't me. It was that Taoist priest. It was that Taoist priest. He told everyone that the Rong family had a rare treasure that could make people become immortals in one step. I heard about it, but I didn't dare to do it. It was Zhang Caishen who did it! It's all his fault. If you don't believe me, you can go to his house now. That stinky Taoist priest is still at his house!"
"You are lying." Rong Jiao said.
Rong Xi cried, "I didn't lie."
Rong Jiao: "If you really came to pick me up, why didn't you come last night? The fire burned all night. Why did you come after things were over here? Rong Xi, you are in the same group with them. You have people among those assassins!"
Rong Xi was still stubborn: "You are my nephew, how could I do this? I am innocent..."
Rong Jiao didn't believe it, so he blew the flute again.
The whistle that was pounding the life out of him rang out again. Rong Xi clutched his head and wailed bitterly on the ground, rolling around. Finally, he even started cursing, "So what if we did it? Who made your father so rich? Who made you live so well? I just can't stand seeing you do well. You deserve to die if you live better than me!"
"Hahahahaha, you deserve it, your whole family is dead! Hahahaha!"
The sound of the flute became sharper and sharper, and the ending tone almost broke. The black air lingering around Rong Jiao had turned into substance, carrying with it full of malice.
Fu Wei acted as if she didn't notice and let Rong Jiao release all his malice.
As soon as the last syllable was uttered, Rong Xi's wailing stopped abruptly. His internal organs were shattered and he died with blood gushing from all seven orifices.
"The first one." Fu Wei finally spoke.
Then he tore through the void and brought Rong Jiao to the residence of Zhang the God of Wealth.
Zhang Caishen was lying drunkenly on the lap of a beauty, his upper body naked on the bed, surrounded by beauties. He looked angrily at the old Taoist priest standing below him and scolded him, "Are you fucking lying to me? I killed everyone in the Rong family. I have nothing left!"
The Taoist priest smiled and said, "Yes, yes. Isn't the young master of the Rong family still alive? As long as you find him and hand him over to me, I will definitely help you find the way to become an immortal!"
Zhang Caishen sneered: "Are you kidding me? What use is a little brat to me? Could it be that the treasure is with him?"
Taoist priest: "Yes, yes, it's on him!"
Zhang Caishen spat on the Taoist priest's face and cursed, "You idiot, why didn't you tell me earlier? Now that he's gone, where can I find him?!"
Disgust and murderous intent flashed in the Taoist's eyes, but in order to get Zhang Caishen to help him find Rong Jiao, he endured it: "As long as you send someone to look for her, they will definitely find her..."
Before he could finish his words, a whirlpool appeared in front of them, and then a small man holding a flute walked out.
Zhang Caishen was startled. “Who the hell are you? Where did you come from, you little bastard?”
Rong Jiao raised her head and looked at him expressionlessly: "I am Rong Jiao."
The Taoist priest shouted, overjoyed: "It's him, little bastard! There's a road to heaven but you don't take it, and you're breaking into hell! Today I must catch you!"
Zhang Caishen was also very happy and ordered the people around him: "Catch him for me!"
The Taoist priest also said: "I want him alive!"
A large group of people rushed towards Rong Jiao, but were blocked by a red barrier! Then another person slowly walked out of the vortex. She was dressed in red, with picturesque eyebrows and eyes, as beautiful as peaches and plums. Zhang Caishen was stunned and said infatuatedly: "Beauty... Such a beautiful beauty..."
Zhang Caishen didn’t recognize him, but the Taoist priest did.
His cultivation level was not good, but what kind of person was Fu Wei? He had seen Fu Wei from afar and knew Fu Wei's identity, so when he saw Fu Wei, he knew he was doomed.
The Taoist priest fell to his knees, frightened as a quail: "I was wrong, I was wrong, please spare me, please spare me!"
Zhang Caishen was stunned, confused and said, "Why are you kneeling to him? Let me catch him and make him serve me!"
Fu Wei glanced at him indifferently.
The Taoist knelt there in silence, not daring to say a word.
Fu Wei said without question, "I only want their lives. Leave here in one stick of incense, or you'll stay and be buried with them!"
They didn't know how powerful Fu Wei was, but they knew how powerful the Taoist priest was. Seeing things turn out like this, they instantly scattered like birds and beasts and ran for their lives.
Zhang Caishen still didn't understand the situation: "Come back here, I'm going to beat you to death, you traitors!"
Fu Wei ignored them and just said to Rong Jiao, "I'll wait for you outside."
Rong Jiao: "Okay."
This is Rong Jiao's hatred, he will not interfere. He needs to break his own inner demons. If he can't even take revenge, Rong Jiao might as well die.
So Fu Wei chose to turn around and leave without hesitation.
He stood under the tree at the door.
Within half an hour, Zhang Caishen's residence was engulfed in flames. This magnificent residence was reduced to ashes and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Rong Jiao walked out of the sea of fire and came to Fu Wei's side, holding the flute. He was about to kneel in front of Fu Wei, but was held back by Fu Wei.
Fu Wei asked him, "Are you happy?"
Rong Jiao said with red eyes: "Happy."
He was happier than ever.
He took revenge.
Nothing could make me happier than this.
"That's good."
Fu Wei looked at the black air swirling around him and took the flute back. They stood in the sea of fire, their bodies illuminated by the flames, watching the sparks flying around, but they were not hurt at all.
Fu Weiwei's cool fingertips fell on Rong Jiao's eyebrows.
"Rong Jiao, listen carefully. This is your nightmare, but it can only be your dream. It must not become a shackle that binds you, nor a cage that keeps you stuck in your ways."
"Today I will take you with me and put an end to everything."
A faint mark fell on Rong Jiao's brow, cool and purifying those evil thoughts.
Rong Jiao raised his head and looked at the person in front of him. The hatred in his heart was suddenly soothed, as if something had been planted and gradually sprouted under the watering of the young man's words.
"Brother Immortal..."
Fu Wei said word by word:
"From now on, you will not have any inner demons anymore. Your path to becoming an immortal will be smooth sailing, soaring straight into the clouds."
It's like a vow, a wish, and even more like a beautiful piece of music.
"...Little Dumpling, if you really can't forget, just think of me. I'm at the Rong family, by your side. I'm also in the nightmare, at the beginning and end of the story. No matter what happens in between, the ending must be you killing the nightmare."
Rong Jiao murmured to himself, "Brother Immortal..."
Fu Wei: "Yes, I'm here."
The seeds broke through the soil, sprouted new buds, grew into thick trunks at an unstoppable speed, sprouted new branches, and finally covered the tree with flowers.
Hatred is buried in the soil, and hope blooms.
Rong Jiao's tears fell, and he nodded: "I understand, I understand..."
It turns out that the end of hatred is not the abyss, but Fu Wei.
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Fu Wei left without saying goodbye.
Rong Jiao originally thought that Fu Wei had gone out, but he waited in the inn for a long time, but did not see him until sunset.
In the end he went out to look for her, but he searched the entire city and still couldn't find Rong Jiao.
However, six-year-old Rong Jiao was so anxious that her eyes turned red, but she tried hard not to cry.
He was extremely panicked. The fear of being left behind and abandoned made it almost impossible for him to breathe, and it seemed as if his soul had flown away.
Why did Fu Wei leave?
Fu Wei was chatting and laughing with him a few days ago, saying that she would take him to eat Qingcheng's Drunken Chicken, but in the blink of an eye, the place was empty.
Did Fu Wei dislike him?
Do you think he is a burden, or do you think your cultivation speed is too slow? Otherwise, why does he always say that he wants you to go to Shangqing Xianzong to become his disciple?
But Rong Jiao didn't want to go anywhere. He just wanted to stay by Fu Wei's side, be a slave or a servant. He didn't want to be abandoned, nor did he want to be alone, wandering around like a rootless duckweed.
He thought Fu Wei understood what he meant, but Fu Wei abandoned him.
Before she knew it, Rong Jiao's tears began to fall.
Rong Jiao stayed in the inn where they were staying for a very long time, so long that he turned from a clean glutinous rice ball into a dirty bun.
Until someone outside the window shouted, "The Immortal Ascension Conference is about to begin! I will definitely become a disciple of the Shangqing Immortal Sect!"
Rong Jiao's dead eyes moved, and he stood up mechanically and looked out the window, only to see a group of people surrounding the bulletin board.
Yes, Shangqing Immortal Sect, he wants to go to Shangqing Immortal Sect.
As long as he becomes a disciple of Shangqing Immortal Sect, he will be able to see Fu Wei.
Rong Jiao, who had been silent for many days, immediately packed up his things.
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