Chapter 10 After abandoning the rebellious villain 10 Yao Ling Zhenjun asked about the immortal map, ...
After Fu Wei dissipated, he returned to the system space, leaned lazily on the sofa, and began to stroke the system's soft body.
The system purred comfortably, and asked curiously, "Sir, why are you doing this?"
Fu Wei: "The plot progressed a bit slowly in the early stages. I'll push it forward a bit. After all, isn't my mission to make the villain regard me as his master and his salvation in this life?"
"Saving him and then dying in front of him is a great way to increase your favorability."
The system was convinced by Fu Wei's logic and nodded in agreement, though it was still a little unsure: "But sir, if you do this, you will miss the five years of the villain's growth. Will there be any problems?"
Based on the extent of Fu Wei's injuries and the training progress of the related villains, it would take Fu Wei a full five years to regain his human form.
Fu Wei said, "There aren't any important plot points in these five years, so it won't be a problem even if we skip it."
System: [Hmm.]
Fu Wei suddenly said, "Thank you for what you did just now."
The system is puzzled: [Huh?]
Fu Wei rubbed the system's little head and said with a smile: "Help me activate the pain blocker in time, otherwise I would have suffered."
The system twisted its body shyly: [This is what I should do, sir, you are so polite.]
Fu Wei: "Nothing is something a person is born to do. You helped me, so I deserve your thanks."
The system was so happy that it rolled around in Fu Wei's arms, acting coquettishly and cutely.
Compared to the happy situation on Fuwei's side, the situation on Fenglingwu's side is not optimistic.
Feng Lingwu held the ancient painting in both hands, staring intently at the place where Fu Wei disappeared bit by bit. He was like an abandoned child, or like a person who had lived in darkness for a long time. He finally got a ray of sunlight, but in a blink of an eye, it was smashed to pieces, leaving nothing behind.
He had clearly begun to accept Fu Wei, he had clearly just tasted the feeling of having someone to accompany him, and he had clearly thought that he would no longer be alone.
Obviously everything is starting to get better.
But why, why did things turn out like this?
His eyes became more and more desperate, and he didn't know who to hate. In the dark night, he was filled with melancholy and endless confusion.
Feng Lingwu couldn't figure it out, so he could only ask himself over and over again in his heart.
In the end, he had to admit one thing - he seemed to have lost his home.
He couldn't find where his home was.
Zhao Nan on the side was crying. Although he had taken revenge and sent his mother to reincarnation, he was still very sad.
They lost the most important person to them at the same time, and were like two little bitter melons, squatting on the ground crying.
After waiting for a long time, Zhao Nan wiped away her tears, suppressed her sobs, and approached Feng Lingwu, beginning to apologize: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. If it weren't for me, Brother Fu Wei wouldn't have died. Lingwu, you can hit me, you can scold me, it's all my fault. You didn't have to get involved."
Feng Lingwu hugged the painting tightly in his arms. After a long while, he said, "It's none of your business. I kept asking him for the method to restore his spirit bones. He wanted to help me, but that's why he became like this. It's all because of me."
How could he have the right to blame Zhao Nan when he was like this?
He is the one who started it, isn't he?
Just when Feng Lingwu and Zhao Nan were blaming themselves for not being able to accept the reality, several more cars drove up to the gate of the villa.
The scene was even bigger than when the old man came, with more people and more powerful people.
The car door was opened respectfully, and a young man of about fifteen or sixteen years old walked out of the car. He was wearing a tailor-made suit and had a pale face. However, he started coughing violently at the slightest gust of wind.
He seems a little weak.
The young man looked at the miserable scene on the ground, his delicate brows furrowed. "Looks like we're still too late."
This person has the Chu family crest on him!
Zhao Nan immediately stood in front of Feng Lingwu and looked at the people in front of him warily: "Who are you?"
A middle-aged man beside the young man shouted, "How dare you! This is the young master of the Chu family. How dare you offend him?!"
After learning the young man's identity, Zhao Nan immediately understood that he was in cahoots with Chu Yue. Although he was afraid, he still stood in front of Feng Lingwu and said, "What do you want to do? Killing so many people is not enough, are you going to kill them all now?"
The young man said apologetically, "I'm not here to seek revenge, I'm here to clean up my mess. The man who died was the third elder of our Chu family. I just found out he practiced sorcery, so I hurried here, intending to take him back and deal with him. I didn't expect to be a step too late."
Feng Lingwu walked out slowly, his eyes red as he sneered, "You didn't know when Chu Yue was plotting to kill for money, and you didn't know when your Third Elder was on a killing spree. Now that everyone is dead, you think of cleaning up the family. Minister Chu, you are really a good young master of the Chu family."
The middle-aged man scolded again: "How can you talk like that, kid?"
Chu Xiangzhi: "Shut up!"
The middle-aged man shut up instantly.
Chu Xiangzhi looked at Feng Lingwu in surprise and asked in shock, "Are you Lingwu?"
Feng Lingwu: "I am."
Chu Xiangzhi: "I haven't seen you for many years. You have changed a lot."
As Fu Wei disappeared, Feng Lingwu had no place to vent his anger, especially since the person who came was from the Chu family. He did not have a good face and spoke in a sarcastic tone.
"Of course, it can't compare to Master Chu's boundless glory."
Chu Xiangzhi pursed his lips, his expression somewhat grim. "Lingwu, are you blaming me for being late? I just checked, and all the dead were members of our Chu family, along with some unimportant people. But you seem very angry and hostile to me."
Feng Lingwu's eyes were red: "My master is dead, and you tell me that he is an insignificant person?"
Chu Xiangzhi frowned and said bluntly, "He's just a painting spirit. If you feel sad, I have hundreds of paintings for you to choose from as compensation..."
"Shut up!" Feng Lingwu practically yelled, "He's Hua Ling, but he's also my family, my friend, and the master who saved my life!"
Chu Xiangzhi had never expected that the painting spirit would be so important to him, but this matter was indeed their fault, so Chu Xiangzhi lowered his attitude and said, "If you are willing, could you lend me the painting to take a look? Maybe I can find a solution."
Feng Lingwu didn't believe a single word the Chu family said.
"No need."
Chu Xiangzhi: "Sorry."
Feng Lingwu simply said, "Take your people away from here, along with those corpses. I don't want to see any of you with the surname Chu again!"
Chu Xiangzhi's face looked a little ugly. After all, he was the young master of the Chu family, and he was so humble. However, because of a small painting spirit, he was repeatedly humiliated. How could he not be angry? So he stopped making trouble for himself and waved to the people around him. The people around him immediately understood and started to clean up the mess.
Not long after, Chu Xiangzhi left with his men.
Before I knew it, it was dark.
There are no stars or moon in the night sky, only endless darkness and suffocating silence.
Feng Lingwu hadn't seen such a night scene for a long time.
It's too cold.
How many nights like this will I have to spend alone in the future?
He doesn't know.
…
Five years later, in an old alley in the downtown area.
A hideous monster was running madly. When it reached a dead end, it jumped onto the wall in an attempt to escape.
At this moment, a young man in a black windbreaker came running, kicked his feet, jumped onto the wall first, blocked the monster's way, and then kicked the monster down.
The monster screamed, and the young man threw out several golden talismans at lightning speed, which turned into a cage and trapped the evil ghost before it could react.
The monster screamed and cursed: "Damn you stinky Taoist priest, I didn't provoke you at all, why did you arrest me!"
The young man stood on the wall, the moon behind him bright and clear, highlighting his perfectly angular features. His windbreaker rustled as he looked down at the monster, "You didn't provoke me, yet to satisfy your own appetite, you killed three people and devoured their bodies afterwards."
This is a mutated wild dog spirit that comes out to hunt for food every full moon night. It drags people into alleys, bites them to death, and then eats their corpses.
The wild dog demon kept making excuses for himself: "I'm just hungry. Anyway, their lives are so hard and miserable. Instead of living in pain in this world, it's better for them to be eaten by me. Then they can be reborn into a good family and live a happy life in the next life!"
The young man said coldly, "You are so eloquent, your crime is unforgivable, you must be executed!"
With a snap of his fingers, the golden cage instantly caught fire and was burned to ashes before the wild dog could even scream.
The young man didn't even bother to look at her, turned around, jumped off the wall and left.
"Are you back?" Zhao Nan poked his head out of the kitchen and looked at Feng Lingwu with a smile as he took off his windbreaker and hung it on the hanger.
Feng Lingwu raised his eyes and glanced at Zhao Nan: "Why did you come back so early today?"
Zhao Nan said, "The class was rescheduled, so it's early. Did you go ghost hunting again today?"
Feng Lingwu: "Well, a wild dog spirit, the money paid over there is higher."
Zhao Nan brought the food out of the kitchen and said softly, "Actually, we've saved enough money in the past few years. Why don't you take a few days off? After all, this is quite dangerous."
Feng Lingwu shook his head and rejected Zhao Nan's kindness: "I have a feeling that Fu Wei is coming back. I have to make all the necessary preparations. I can't let him suffer with me like before."
Unknowingly, several years passed and Feng Lingwu and Zhao Nan grew up.
Feng Lingwu lived up to Fu Wei's expectations and became an excellent heavenly master with his extraordinary talent.
Although Zhao Nan has no talent in magic, he is a genius in medicine and is currently studying for a master's degree in medicine locally.
In fact, he could have gone to Peking University, but he still stayed here. One reason was that he didn't want to leave his hometown, and the other was to fulfill Fu Wei's instructions and take good care of Feng Lingwu. After all, he couldn't help Feng Lingwu in normal times, so he could only worry about him more in his life.
Zhao Nan nodded and asked, "Can I see that painting?"
"Can."
Feng Lingwu summoned the scroll.
Zhao Nan was puzzled: "Why didn't I see anything?"
Feng Lingwu stroked the scroll, his eyes soft as he spoke, "The higher your cultivation, the clearer your vision. I used to be like you, unable to see anything. Even now, I can only get a vague idea."
Zhao Nan: "What's drawn on this?"
Feng Lingwu said in a gentle voice: "True Lord Yao Ling asked about the Immortal Map."
Yao Ling, the Immortal Lord, has the common people in his heart, is bright and clear, and is loved by all generations. In the end, he completes his merits and ascends to heaven on the spot.
This painting depicts the appearance of Yao Ling Zhenjun when he ascends to heaven. He is surrounded by clouds and his robe sleeves are fluttering, and he is about to fly away on the wind.
However, his cultivation was low, and he could never see the true appearance of Master Yao Ling.
Zhao Nan was puzzled: "True Lord Yao Ling? Is he the ancestor that your Xuanshu community has been talking about?"
Feng Lingwu nodded: "Yes."
Zhao Nan sighed, "He's truly a great figure. I heard he's the only true immortal who has truly ascended to heaven in the world of metaphysics. He's a true genius."
Feng Lingwu said "hmm".
For some reason, he always felt that Fu Wei and Yao Ling Zhenjun had an unusual relationship, otherwise they would not be so powerful.
But everyone has secrets, and Fu Wei must have his reasons for not telling him.
Zhao Nan: "Speaking of Master Yao Ling, I recently heard something. The Chu family is going to hold a competition in Qingyun Mountain, inviting the four major families and those unaffiliated celestial masters to participate."
When the Chu family was mentioned, Feng Lingwu's expression became even colder.
Zhao Nan said, "The prize is none other than the Ruyi Bracelet, which was once carried by Master Yao Ling. I heard that the bracelet is spiritual and can nourish all things."
"Although the painting has been restored, it's not a good idea for Brother Fuwei to remain unconscious. Perhaps this Ruyi bracelet will be useful. After all, isn't the painting of Yaoling Zhenjun also a painting of him?"
When Feng Lingwu heard that he might be able to wake Fu Wei up, his eyes lit up instantly. He no longer cared about his grudge with the Chu family and asked, "When is the competition?"
Zhao Nan smiled and said, "I knew you would go. I've already made inquiries for you. It will be in three days."
Feng Lingwu nodded: "Okay."
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