Chapter 140: Handwriting "Master, do you believe me?"
"I told you he wouldn't do that."
"On the day of the interrogation, he injured countless disciples of the Immortal Sect. Everyone witnessed it with their own eyes! How can you vouch for him based on your own words alone?!"
"I've already found out. It was Song Duoyan who took over the body that day, not Xie Wuyang."
"Possessing a body?" Wu Hanfeng sneered, "Do you think I'm stupid? Possessing a living person's body? Unless that person is willing to sacrifice himself, it's absolutely impossible!"
"Song Duoyan's ability was such that he could fight against Fuguang God a thousand years ago. Why do you think he can't?"
Wu Hanfeng was so angry that his chest heaved up and down, he glared angrily, and was unable to speak.
Yun Wanzhou didn't want to stay here and continue to be an eyesore, so he simply stood up and said goodbye. "I won't expel him from the sect. I hope you won't mention this matter again. Wanzhou, take your leave."
"You...!" Wu Hanfeng was so angry that his vision went dark. He fell back into his seat as soon as he stood up. He could only watch Yun Wanzhou push open the door.
When he was about to leave, a ray of light suddenly came in, passed through the hair beside Yun Wanzhou's ear, and was grasped in his hand.
Yun Wanzhou pursed his lips and opened his palms.
A piece of talisman paper with a sound transmission spell drawn on it floated and stopped in front of his eyes, and Xu Pingsheng's voice was heard.
"Master, Junior Brother Xie and I are in trouble. Could you please lend me the 'Record of Cultivation' from the Divine Master Fu Guang?"
Xu Pingsheng seemed calm and steady, so he must have important matters to attend to when he borrowed the "Record of Cultivation".
After hearing this, although Wu Hanfeng was dissatisfied with the name of his companion, he stood up without thinking and wanted to go to the library to find books for Xu Pingsheng.
Before he could even take a step, he heard Yun Wanzhou, who was about to leave, say, "Senior Brother will be in charge of the overall situation in a few days. I'll go."
"You?" Wu Hanfeng glared, "You're not leaving?"
Yun Wanzhou ignored his sarcastic tone and bowed, "I'll be back soon."
Just as he was about to leave, another ray of light streaked across the night sky and rushed into the house.
Yun Wanzhou didn't have time to stop him and was caught in Wu Hanfeng's hand.
Wu Hanfeng frowned and listened to Xu Pingsheng's voice coming from inside.
"Master, I have something else to report to you."
Yun Wanzhou retracted his foot.
Wu Hanfeng glanced at him lightly without exposing Yun Wanzhou's actions.
Xu Pingsheng's voice was clear and powerful in the sound transmission talisman. "I encountered Junior Brother Xie while in the desert at the border of the human race. Together with him, we captured Tu Si, a subordinate of Song Duoyan."
The word "Tu Si" caused Yun Wanzhou's expression to change for once.
Xu Pingsheng continued, "My junior fellow apprentice and I were fighting Tu Si when we uncovered his mask and discovered that Tu Si and..."
There was a pause in the sound transmission talisman. Xu Pingsheng seemed unsure how to stop speaking. After a long moment, he continued, "We discovered that Tu Si's face...was identical to that of the Fuguang Divine Master, as if he were present in person."
Wu Hanfeng's hand holding the talisman paper suddenly tightened, and he stood up from the table abruptly.
"What on earth does Song Duoyan want to do?!" Wu Hanfeng was furious and crushed the sound transmission talisman. "The God of Fuguang has already ascended to heaven and no longer cares about worldly affairs. He kept Tu Si here and let him plot and kill for him. His heart is damnable!"
"Brother..." Yun Wanzhou frowned. Although he was shocked, he didn't act as impulsively as Wu Hanfeng and tried to persuade him, "We have to wait until we meet Song Duoyan to find out everything."
"He's been lurking for several years, and now he's showing up. Does he think there's no one left in my cultivation world?"
"The most urgent thing is to tell Pingsheng how to deal with things."
"This matter involves the old grudge between the God and that demon. It also concerns the God's reputation, so it shouldn't be underestimated." Wu Hanfeng calmed down a bit. "Junior brother, send a message to Pingsheng and have him bring Tu Si back immediately."
"good."
"Also," Wu Hanfeng pinched his brows, remembering something thorny, "as for Xie Wuyang... well, you go there yourself and make sure to bring them back safely before the war."
"yes."
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According to the clues given by Xu Pingsheng, two days had passed when Yun Wanzhou found them.
According to the time calculation, the disciples of the major immortal sects had already gathered and headed to Cangqiong Mountain to discuss major plans. The war between the human and demon worlds was about to break out, and the towns on the border were becoming more and more turbulent, and people were uneasy.
Xie Wuyang was not surprised by Yun Wanzhou's arrival.
As soon as I pushed the door open and saw this familiar face, the surging thoughts almost couldn't be suppressed and burst out.
He had to admit that he had been regretting every moment these days.
Xie Wuyang is notorious and has done many evil things. When did he become so indecisive and considerate of others?
He should always be by Yun Wanzhou's side, not caring about the disputes among the immortal sects, whether his reputation would be damaged, or whether he would be burdened by him. At worst, he could just kill all those people and see who dared to say a bad word!
But after the impulse, Xie Wuyang knew that if he had the chance to do it again, he would probably make the same choice.
Yun Wanzhou could fall into the dust and be surrounded by rumors, but he couldn't bear to do so.
Yun Wanzhou approached.
For a moment, Xie Wuyang could almost see the fine hairs on his face and feel his warm breath on the side of his face.
As early as when Xu Pingsheng sent the message, he knew that if he left on his own initiative, if Yun Wanzhou's side was in chaos and he happened to know where he was, Yun Wanzhou would definitely come looking for him based on his personality.
Maybe it's anger, maybe it's questioning, maybe it's worry.
But there was nothing, as if it was just the only way to enter the door. The cold air blew past gently like the wind, and there was no other news.
Yun Wanzhou entered the house and walked straight towards Xu Pingsheng.
"Where is Tu Si?" he asked.
Xie Wuyang closed the door silently and went into the inner room.
Before Xu Pingsheng could recover from the shock of the newcomer being Yun Wanzhou, he was completely disoriented by the inexplicable, yet ultimately unharmonious atmosphere between the two of them. "Tu Si was tied up in the inner room by Junior Brother Xie and me. When did Senior Uncle return to the Demon Realm?"
At that time, Wu Hanfeng wrote back to him, saying that someone would come to find them to discuss countermeasures.
He thought it might be some elder who came...
Yun Wanzhou said briefly, "Yesterday. I didn't have time to send you a message."
Xu Pingsheng looked quietly back and forth in the direction where Yun Wanzhou and Xie Wuyang had left. With important matters at hand, he could only suppress all the questions in his mind.
"Uncle Master, come with me." As he said that, Xu Pingsheng picked up the phoenix feather on the table and followed Xie Wuyang.
The room where Tu Si originally lived was reduced to ruins due to the fight between three people. There were three or four holes in the ground and roof, not to mention the loss of tables, chairs and pillars.
After the innkeeper was put down, he looked at the room and burst into tears, almost fainting.
Fortunately, Xu Pingsheng brought a lot of spirit stones when he went down the mountain and compensated the shopkeeper for most of it, and the farce was barely over.
Xu Pingsheng didn't dare tell Yun Wanzhou about the misfortune he and Xie Wuyang had brought upon the shopkeeper. He evaded the issue by saying, "Tu Si's original guest room was upstairs, but it wasn't badly damaged in the fight, so I'm afraid we won't be able to find any clues."
"Song Duoyan will not leave any clues." Yun Wanzhou didn't care much. He squatted down and carefully studied Tu Si's face.
Xie Wuyang was ignored for a long time, and finally couldn't help asking, "Master, have you brought the handwriting of Fuguang Shenzun?"
Yun Wanzhou then opened his eyes and glanced at him calmly, "I brought it."
While saying this, he had no intention of taking out the "Record of Cultivation".
Xie Wuyang was so angry that he almost laughed, "Can you lend it to me for a read?"
"What do you want the "Record of Cultivation" for?" Yun Wanzhou asked.
Xie Wuyang felt that Yun Wanzhou was working against him, and he was suffocating for a long time. He said in a rage, "I saw someone annotating the Record of the Imperial Gods, and I suspect it was done by the God of Fuguang."
The "Record of Divine Control" was a banned book, hidden in the attic of a forbidden area, and was accidentally found by Xie Wuyang.
Ordinary disciples had no access to this book. Even Xu Pingsheng had never heard of it. When he heard the title, he simply asked, "What book is this?"
Xie Wuyang pulled the corners of his lips with a forced smile, but did not say that it was written by Song Duoyan. He just stared at Yun Wanzhou's expression, trying to find a trace of cracks on his face.
Yun Wanzhou's expression remained unchanged, as if he didn't recognize the book "Record of the Divine Power." "Do you suspect the relationship between God Fuguang and Song Duoyan?"
Xie Wuyang felt bad for not getting the desired result, and nodded absentmindedly, "Yes."
Yun Wanzhou took out the "Record of Cultivation" and handed it to him. "The hundreds of immortal sects worship the gods and take it as their guiding principle. Don't speak nonsense in front of others."
"What about Master?" Xie Wuyang suddenly spoke, raising his eyelids to reveal the corners of his eyes that were slightly raised. "Master, do you believe me?"
Yun Wanzhou's gaze moved from Tu Si to the ground, then climbed up little by little, finally landing on Xie Wuyang's face. He thought inappropriately that Xie Wuyang had lost weight, his cheek contours had become sharper, and his chin was becoming more and more obvious, as if his childishness had suddenly faded away in the wind and frost, and would never return.
Fu Guang's kindness to the hundreds of immortal families and even the human race has been passed down from generation to generation by people, and no one has refuted it.
Yun Wanzhou adheres to old conventions, treats others strictly, and treats himself even more strictly. He should respect and admire such a person who has made great achievements and is famous in history. However, when he meets Xie Wuyang's serious gaze, his principles disappear completely.
Yun Wanzhou's lips moved, and he wanted to say "believe", but he was concerned about Xu Pingsheng beside him, so he changed his words and finally changed them to the second best words, "You won't be suspicious for no reason."
In one sentence, the estrangement and alienation that had existed for many days were broken.
Xie Wuyang pursed his lips. The pain of having his spiritual veins broken and his cultivation lost seemed to have just begun to emerge, trampling all his disguise and composure underfoot.
He suddenly felt his eyes sour and his nose hot. He felt pretentious and afraid of losing face in front of Yun Wanzhou, so he turned his face away in an attempt to hide his mistake and opened the "Record of Cultivation".
Although it is protected by a barrier, after all, thousands of years have passed. The pages of the book have turned yellow, and the handwriting inside has become darker and darker due to the baptism of time.
At first glance, the handwriting is neat, like stone carvings, which shows the author's intention in writing this book.
The works of Fu Guang Shen Zun are rare in the world, and gold, silver and jewelry are hard to come by. However, Xie Wuyang did not read the content much, and paid all his attention to the handwriting.
Nearly a year had passed since the last time he had seen the "Record of the Divine Powers". His memory of such trivial matters as the handwriting he had accidentally seen in the book should have become fuzzy. Fortunately, Xie Wuyang's memory was still pretty good. Although he could not replicate himself one by one, he could still recognize the handwriting at a glance when he saw the same handwriting.
But after just scanning two lines, he closed the book and met Tu Si's empty gaze. "It's Fu Guang's handwriting."
Without the command of its master, a puppet is nothing more than a lifeless and useless body.
Xie Wuyang didn't want to get anything from a puppet, but this face would always be a disaster if it stayed in the demon world.
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