Chapter 663 When was it discovered?
Ye Wanxi's master is named Futu, which is derived from the saying "Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda".
Legend has it that when her grandmaster took her master in, her master was just a clueless little novice monk with a shiny little bald head.
The master was delighted at first glance, and upon closer inspection, he realized that the young novice had good potential, so he asked the temple to bring him over.
Her original intention was to train a kind-hearted, mature, and stable pillar of the family. Who would have thought that her master was a bit crooked? He was cute and adorable when he was young, but when he grew up, he was lively and unruly, like a mudfish that couldn't be touched. This infuriated her master, who finally decided to let go of this human-shaped husky and let him go into the world to cause trouble for other sects.
Ye Wanxi's master disliked being restrained. For the past few decades, he traveled around alone. In the last twenty years or so, he felt that traveling around was no longer fun, so he started to settle down by taking on children and disciples.
When Ye Wanxi arrived, her master was painting at his desk. He was painting camellias that had just bloomed in the courtyard.
The bold strokes of ink, depicting both form and meaning, combined with the person's white robes, give off a rather ethereal and otherworldly air.
However, the next second...
With a slurp, the brush in someone's hand tilted, and the slender branches of the camellia instantly transformed into a large wooden pole, a slightly crooked pole that twisted and turned.
Fu Tu frowned and said with disdain, "Tsk, this kind of meticulous work is really not suitable for me."
Seeing the impatient look on someone's face, Ye Wanxi smiled helplessly and called out, "Master."
"Yuanyuan is here."
Futu looked up and saw his most beloved little disciple. His eyes lit up slightly. He casually tossed aside his pen and greeted him with a smile.
Ye Wanxi glanced at her master, then at the masterpiece not far away, and said with a half-smile, "Master was painting just now?"
Futu froze, wishing he could destroy the painting on the spot and erase all traces of it.
"Ahem, I heard you went down the mountain with some of your senior sisters today?"
Ye Wanxi was amused by her master's almost clumsy attempt to change the subject, and nodded in response, "Mm."
"What did you go down the mountain for?"
"Of course, it's a birthday gift for you, Master."
Fu Tu's eyes brightened slightly: "Yuan Yuan prepared a birthday gift for me? What is it? Show it to your master quickly."
Even though tomorrow is his birthday, Futu is already eager to see his gift.
Ye Wanxi did not refuse and immediately took out the processed cauldron: "This is a cauldron that I made myself. Although it looks a bit ugly, it should still be usable for burning incense."
Her master was an impatient person, but he was also very picky about certain things. For example, he insisted on burning incense every day, otherwise he couldn't even sleep.
Therefore, even during the years he traveled abroad, he would always carry a small incense burner with him for his daily use.
"Yuanyuan crafted this herself?" Futu was overjoyed, holding the precious cauldron with obvious delight. "Where is it ugly? I think it's extremely beautiful. Look at the shape, the patterns..."
Futu has a filter several meters thick for his little disciple; he can see black as white, let alone now.
Ye Wanxi listened to this all-too-familiar flattery, but felt somewhat dazed.
She stared blankly at the person in front of her. Although her master was nearly seventy years old by worldly standards, cultivators looked younger the higher their cultivation level.
Therefore, although her master was already seventy years old, he was fair-skinned and beardless, and apart from a few strands of white hair, there was no trace of age at all.
He doesn't look like a seventy-year-old at all; he looks like he's only in his early thirties.
Fu Tu held up the precious cauldron and praised it for a long time, but when he found no one responding, he turned his head and saw his little apprentice staring at him, with a few tears glistening in his eyes.
"Yuanyuan, what's wrong?"
"Master, have I told you this before?"
"What?"
“I love you very much, just like a daughter loves her father. In my eyes, you are my father, my only father.”
Fu Tu was stunned, then said with relief, "Why are you bringing this up?"
“You took me in, gave me a home, raised me, and gave me everything you could. But in the end, I didn’t have time to repay you, causing you to bury your child. I am an unfilial disciple.”
"Yuanyuan..."
Before Fu Tu could say anything more, Ye Wanxi smiled at him with tears in her eyes: "Master, it's so good to be able to see you one last time."
despair--
As Ye Wanxi spoke, everything around them froze. The babbling water by the artificial hill outside the courtyard stopped in mid-air, and the camellias swaying in the breeze were frozen in place.
Even the gentle breeze seemed to be choked by something, awaiting its fate along with everything around it.
A few seconds later, everything that had been paused was restored, and even the flow accelerated, but the expression of the person in front of him became unfamiliar and indifferent.
"Isn't it better to stay in the past?"
"Isn't it good that the people you care about haven't left?"
The two consecutive questions uttered by "Futu" carried a slight chill, making Ye Wanxi even more awake.
"It's good, but what's fake will always be fake, and it can never become real. Life can only move forward, and dwelling on the past will only lead to greater losses."
Hearing the rapid dripping of water outside the courtyard, Ye Wanxi suddenly laughed: "Besides, my master is a very petty person, especially when it comes to vying for favor. If he knew that I mistook a dream bubble for him, he would be angry."
As soon as the words were spoken, time stood still again, and the surrounding scenery and the person in front of them suddenly distorted, like a reflection in a river, and disappeared without a trace.
Instead, there are mirrors upon mirrors!
In the small room, which was less than a few square meters, tall mirrors were placed on all four walls, surrounding Ye Wanxi.
Ye Wanxi looked up and glanced around, then heard a voice from the air that was exactly the same as before: "When did you find out?"
When was it discovered? Of course, it was when Senior Sister Qi Yao mentioned Senior Brother.
The mastermind behind this illusion is undoubtedly a cunning individual.
When they dragged her into this, they temporarily sealed some of her memories, but anything fictional will inevitably leave traces.
The moment Qi Yao mentioned the Sealed Heaven Domain, Ye Wanxi suddenly realized that it was impossible for her senior brothers not to come back to celebrate their master's 70th birthday.
However, from the time she woke up until she descended the mountain, she did not see any of her senior brothers. In fact, in her memory, there was no mention of any of her senior brothers in the previous days, which was obviously unreasonable.
Especially the eldest brother, if he were on the peak, he would never let her leave alone, even if she were with several senior sisters.
Illusions are something that can easily be doubted. Once a person who has been deceived begins to doubt, even the most beautiful fantasy will be diminished, and her missing memories will gradually return.
(End of this chapter)
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