Chapter 49 Little Mouse

Xie Buyou returned to his own mountain that same day. He was not injured, but he was in a coma for a month and had no idea what had happened.

By the way, he hasn't seen Ye Feiyu and Ye You for a long time, and it seems that they haven't sent him any messages during this time.

Wait, where are his storage bag and Zhaoyun Sword?

After waking up, Xie Buyou remembered that his things were missing after a long time: "..."

Tang Su, who was following An Nian on the top of the mountain and watching him read, found out after asking that Tang Fengshan had already handed his things to the sect leader.

Xie Buxun, who had just come back and was about to go back again, said: "..."

Why didn't Mo Wanli tell him that the things were with him? Did he deliberately not give them to him?

With this thought in mind, Xie Buyu kicked open Mo Wanli's lair, startling Mo Wanli who was throwing something out of the window.

Feeling guilty, I looked back and saw that it was Xie Buyou, which made me feel even more guilty.

Mo Wanli clenched his fists and coughed a few times to cover up his cough. He asked him, "Why did you come here suddenly? Are you feeling unwell?"

"Thank you for your concern, but no." Xie Buyou replied expressionlessly, then looked around and saw his Zhaoyun Sword on the table, but not his storage bag.

He picked up the Zhaoyun Sword on the table and reached out to Mo Wanli, "Where's my storage bag?"

"What storage bag? Haha?" Mo Wanli looked up and down but refused to look at Xie Buyou, laughing and refusing to admit it.

When Xie Buyou saw that he had his hands behind his back, he knew that his storage bag must have been turned inside out.

"Why are you looking at my storage bag? Besides the things you gave me, the other things in it are from Tang Su. What? Do you want the pills in it?"

"How is that possible!" Mo Wanli said loudly. As the leader of a sect, would he want just a few pills? He was just...

It seemed that he couldn't say this, so Mo Wanli didn't insist any more. He finally stretched out his hands behind his back and returned Xie Buyu's storage bag to him. "Here you go. I just took a look. I definitely didn't take your pills!"

As for whether anything was lost, he couldn't guarantee it.

Xie Buyu looked at him suspiciously, not really believing what he said. But it was true. Mo Wanli had so many good things, so there was no need to worry about this little thing of his.

Then Xie Buyou began to check his storage bag, and scanned everything in the storage bag with his spiritual sense, and found...

"You actually threw away my voice transmission charm?!"

Xie Buyu raised his sword and swung it, but Mo Wanli dodged and the chair behind him was split in half.

The long sword pointed at Mo Wanli's face, "Where did you throw my voice transmission talisman?"

“You you you!”

Mo Wan was so angry that he couldn't speak. His beloved disciple pointed a sword at him just because of a voice transmission talisman?

Xie Buyou wanted to get closer, but out of the corner of his eye he saw a yellow talisman outside the window.

He glared at Mo Wanli, retracted his sword, and jumped out of the window.

As soon as it landed, a gust of wind blew and sent the talisman paper into the sky.

Xie Buyou quickly jumped and caught the talisman that was about to fly away.

When he landed on the ground again, the voice-transmitting talisman paper in his hand began to boil. He used spiritual power to inject it, and the sound rang in his mind in an instant.

The sound of father and son crying loudly.

Yeyou: “Wooooaaaa——”

Ye Feiyu: “Wooooooaaaaaaa————”

Xie Buyou: "..."

Ye Feiyu: "Wife!!!"

Ye You: "Dad!"

Xie Buyou: "...shut up!"

My mind suddenly became quiet.

Xie Buyou glanced behind him and found Mo Wanli peeking through the window.

"Zhao Yun, let's go."

Xie Buyou immediately summoned the Zhaoyun Sword and flew away, leaving Mo Wanli standing there in panic.

If Xie Buyou hadn't arrived in time, he would have used a special method to deal with the voice transmission talisman without leaving any trace, just like last time. He was just one step away!

I don't know who the voice transmission talisman belongs to. Why does it smell so strange?

His apprentice must not be abducted by others!

Xie Buyou found a deserted place to continue contacting Ye Feiyu.

"I know you have contacted me many times, but wait, I will explain it to you."

Ye Feiyu: “Yeah!”

Yeyou: “Yeah!”

After the explanation, Xie Buyou felt thirsty. He took out a fruit from his bag and started to eat it, saying, "That's what happened. Don't worry. I'm not injured and nothing is wrong."

Ye Feiyu's voice was somewhat doubtful, and he asked cautiously, "Wife, do you really not feel uncomfortable?"

"Where are you talking about?"

"Dantian."

The hand that was biting the fruit paused, and the chewing action also stopped. He lowered his eyes and whispered to the yellow talisman paper floating in front of him, "A little bit?"

Ye Feiyu's voice inside the voice transmission talisman suddenly became a little tense, "How uncomfortable are you? Do you feel impulsive?"

Xie Buyou answered again, "Yes."

Ye Feiyu took a clear breath and asked again, "What impulsive feeling?"

Xie Buyu laughed twice and said, "I want to beat you up."

Opposite: "..."

“Hahahaha——” The laughing sound came from Yeyou.

Then he began to tell Xie Buyou where he was, "Dad, we are in Mangya now! Come quickly!"

Even though he couldn't see Ye Feiyu at the moment, Xie Buyu could still imagine the expression on his face when he was betrayed by his own son.

Xie Buyou threw the fruit core away and said to them, "Let's do it another day. I don't have time right now. I still have to teach my apprentice."

Ye Feiyu: "Disciple???"

Ye You: “Ah?”

Two shocked voices spoke in unison. Xie Buyu simply nodded calmly, "It's a new one, more than two months old. Okay, I'll tell you about it another day."

Xie Buyu didn't wait for their response, unilaterally cut off the voice transmission, and flew towards his own mountain with the sword again.

On the other side, Ye Feiyu and Ye You looked at each other.

Ye You was the first to speak, "Father, I want to go see the disciple you accepted..."

Ye Feiyu had a different goal from him, "I want to see my wife more."

He added: "But our goals are in the same direction, so we can work together. But not now, we have to wait until the competition in two months."

Ye You was puzzled, "Why do we have to wait for the competition in two months?"

Ye Feiyu looked sad and sighed, "Of course it's to avoid causing trouble for your father. Your father is still the direct disciple of the leader of Wandao Sect, and your father is just an ordinary casual cultivator. In terms of status comparison, the leader of Wandao Sect, Mo Wanli, will definitely stop me and your father from falling in love."

Ye You looked at his father with some disdain, "I thought you were so thick-skinned, but it turns out you also know that you are not worthy of my father."

"You stupid kid, where are you from?" Ye Feiyu grabbed Ye You by the back of his neck, lifted him up and made eye contact with him, "If I wasn't thick-skinned, would you be able to meet your father? If you run up to him alone to recognize him, you'll be called a fool!"

"Dad won't scold me for being crazy!" Ye You snorted in dissatisfaction, and said proudly: "I don't have to be in human form to recognize Dad. I can turn into my original form and tie it to Dad's hair. In this way, I will also recognize Dad as my father!"

“…”

For a moment, Ye Feiyu admitted that it seemed that he was the only one who needed to be thick-skinned.

Before he could think of a way to turn the tables, he heard Ye You say:

"Father, you said you waited for Dad for so long, and the loneliness of waiting cultivated me to wait for Dad to appear again. I always thought you would do whatever it took to keep Dad by your side, just like you never allowed me to leave Dad's body until it disappeared."

"But when you saw me again, you seemed to have given up all your previous determination to keep me by your side. Didn't you say you wanted me to escape death this time? Why are you letting me bear it alone now?"

The atmosphere was silent for a long time before Ye You heard Ye Feiyu's low and somewhat helpless voice say, "Because he wants to do it. He wants to do what he wants to do. I don't want to restrict his freedom, and I have never restricted it."

"If he feels so happy, then let him do it. At worst, I will cover for him when the time comes."

He is no longer the jealous person he used to be who would get jealous if Xie Buyou paid too much attention to others.

He is a mature man now, Ye Feiyu thought, and raised his head proudly.

Ye You seemed to know what Ye Feiyu was thinking: "..."

…

On a quiet night, An Nian lit a lamp and read a book. A faint light shone through the window, staining the entire paper window.

A burst of rustling sound disturbed An Nian.

An Nian looked in the direction of the sound, but saw only dark grass and shadowy tree shadows outside the window.

"...Did I see it wrong?" An Nian murmured, stopped looking out the window, and lowered his head to read the book again.

“Squeak—”

An Nian raised his head suddenly, and this time he was sure that he had not heard wrong.

But this time he couldn't identify the direction of the sound. He could only look around, trying to find where there was something new.

The sound just now sounded like a mouse, so was it a mouse?

Thinking of this, An Nian felt relieved and realized that he was overthinking.

He picked up the book and stood in front of himself, buried his head in it, and then stood there motionless, appearing to be reading very seriously.

“Squeak, squeak, squeak—”

The voice rang out again, but this time An Nian did not raise his head.

In a dark corner of the room where the candlelight could not reach, a little mouse was standing on its hind legs, its bean-sized eyes looking in the direction of An Nian in confusion.

Strange, is he asleep? Otherwise, why is he not responding?

The little mouse didn't believe it and squeaked again. This time the sound was sharper than the previous two times. Anyone who could hear it could tell the location of the sound.

But the young boy sitting on the table with his head buried in the book remained motionless, as if he was asleep.

The little mouse barked a few times and then stopped barking. It put down its front legs and quietly ran under the table. It poked its little head out to look at him, and after making sure that he didn't respond, it jumped onto the table.

The little mouse came up to the boy and was about to poke his arm when the boy suddenly stood up and covered him with the book!

The little mouse, who didn't have time to escape, stubbornly stuck out its little head but couldn't get away anymore.

"I got you!"