"Qu Feixuan, the Lord of Southern Xinjiang, is your sixth senior sister, but it's better if you haven't met her. She has been a lunatic since the beginning. She used to pester the master to promise her that he would not accept any more disciples in the future and let her become the last disciple. She didn't want anyone to share the master's love anymore." The originally gentle Emperor Donghua frowned when he mentioned the Lord of Southern Xinjiang. His tone was full of disgust, even a little contempt.
"What happened later?" The ancestor Wanling couldn't remember anything, so he listened with relish.
"Later, didn't she accept your seventh senior brother and you? She fought with your seventh senior brother every day. They had a good relationship in front of the master, but they fought every day behind the master's back. Once, they almost killed someone and beat the seventh junior brother so badly that he was dying. The master was furious and said he would expel her from the sect. She knelt for three days and three nights to beg the master for forgiveness, and then she never dared to do it again. This person has a strong possessiveness. When she gets crazy, she even beats herself. It's better not to recognize her." The Emperor Donghua said.
Patriarch Wan Ling hugged himself subconsciously, trembling: "Is this person so perverted? Why didn't Master beat her to death!"
"Almost, what a pity." Emperor Donghua's tone was calm, but the content of his words made Wan Ling feel uneasy.
Patriarch Wan Ling was silent. It can be seen that the second senior brother also disliked the sixth senior sister.
"What about the seventh senior brother?" Patriarch Wan Ling asked.
"It's Bai Muye, the palace master of Qianshan Snow Palace. Since Master's accident, he has become even colder. It's not surprising that he didn't recognize you. After all, he cares about Master the most. But he is not a pushover. Back then, he was severely injured by your sixth senior sister. We all thought he deliberately calculated it. With his strength, it is impossible for him to be beaten like that." Emperor Donghua explained.
Patriarch Wan Ling was silent for a moment, and then said, "Second Senior Brother, is the relationship between us very bad?"
Emperor Donghua was also silent, and after a while he said, "Not really. We can share the burden when something goes wrong, but if we compete for the master's favor, we will be rivals again."
So the master and the disciple can share the burden of hardship, but not the happiness?
Patriarch Wan Ling vaguely remembered that he seemed to be very attached to his master when he was a child. No, it should be said that he was also very attached to his master when he grew up.
Emperor Donghua glanced at Gu Qingxi lying on the bed, and asked Patriarch Wanling: "Junior brother, she..."
Patriarch Wanling looked at Gu Qingxi lying on the bed, interrupted the rest of Emperor Donghua's words, and curled his lips and said:
"She is a little devil, Gu Qingxi. I met her when I just woke up. She was so cruel. She poked people's heads right away, which scared me. She looks weak and gentle, but she is actually ferocious and cruel...
I asked her to help me find the paradise I left behind.
She is very fierce and speaks with a sharp tongue, so I often fool her and say she is stupid.
In this trial land, I sometimes fell into a deep sleep, and sometimes I woke up to see her beating people from your Donghua Palace. She
is so cruel. It’s not counted as one robbery. Some people were robbed by her twice or three times. She also likes to break people’s ribs. She is a real little devil..."
Patriarch Wanling opened his mouth and kept complaining, not noticing that Emperor Donghua’s expression was getting weirder and weirder.
Emperor Donghua finally couldn't help but interrupt the words of the Ancestor Wanling: "Junior Brother, what's the matter with you fooling her into thinking she's stupid?"
When the Ancestor Wanling mentioned this, he was jealous again: "It's about learning the formation and refining. I remember that the senior brothers took a long time to learn, but she mastered it in a short time, which made me angry. Then I would definitely make it harder for her to learn, and then she would spend more time, and I would mock her for being so stupid. In fact, she learned these things much faster than us. Fast and good."
Emperor Donghua was silent.
Of course it was fast and good. All the disciples' formations and refining were taught by the master. How difficult would it be for the master to learn again?
"Junior Brother, do you forget the master?" Emperor Donghua asked such a question.
When Ancestor Wan Ling heard this, he immediately said excitedly: "Of course I remember my master, my master is the best master in the world!"
Emperor Donghua said again: "But you don't remember what your master looks like?"
Ancestor Wan Ling seemed to be stuck, scratched his head, and said distressedly: "I can't remember what you look like, but I know I have the best master, and my senior brothers and sisters."
Emperor Donghua understood, then looked at Ancestor Wan Ling, then looked at Gu Qingxi lying on the bed, and said in a deep voice: "Now I finally know why you were beaten the most by your master when you were a child."
"What?" Ancestor Wan Ling was puzzled.
"I think that when Master regains his memory, the first thing he will do is to beat you to death." Emperor Donghua said calmly.
Ancestor Wan Ling: "???"
Why? Ancestor Wan Ling's eyes were full of question marks.
"By the way, Second Senior Brother, is that Zhong Li Cang your son?" Ancestor Wan Ling suddenly remembered this.
"No." Emperor Donghua denied it immediately.
Ancestor Wan Ling was about to say "oh".
Emperor Donghua said, "That's me."
Many question marks appeared in the eyes of the Wanling Patriarch again. What does it mean?
"It was transformed from a trace of my soul, just for the convenience of walking outside." Emperor Donghua said. Regarding this matter, many people in Donghua Palace speculated that Zhong Li Cang was the son of their Palace Master, after all, they looked too similar. But the Palace Master never admitted it, nor did he say who Zhong Li Cang's mother was. So the people in Donghua Palace imagined tens of thousands of words of love, hatred, and vengeance. Of course, no one dared to ask their Palace Master.
The Wanling Patriarch then said
"oh". Emperor Donghua reached out and gently touched the head of the Wanling Patriarch, whispering, "The time has not come yet. I will erase your memory just now. You continue to stay with her and wait until you remember everything. Your body will be preserved for you by the eldest brother, don't worry. I am looking forward to the day when our sect can get together again."
Before the Wanling Patriarch could react to what Emperor Donghua meant, his eyes went black, and he turned into a puff of green smoke and went back into the small mirror that nourished the soul.
Emperor Donghua looked at Gu Qingxi lying on the bed and sighed softly.
Junior brother Su Wanling was indeed beaten the most by the master when he was a child, but he was also the master's most beloved disciple.
So in the end, the junior brother did not hesitate to use his own soul as a guide, risking the dissipation of his soul, and vowed to bring the master back to this world again.
And he did it. It was worthy of the master's most beloved little disciple.
The junior brother did it, but he paid a huge price.
His soul was incomplete and confused.
It can be seen that the junior brother's soul was about to dissipate before, but fortunately, it has been nourished by the magic weapon, so it did not collapse and dissipate.
This magical instrument for nourishing the soul must have been found by the master.
Therefore, even if the master does not remember the little junior brother, he will still care about him and love him.
Emperor Donghua slowly half-knelt beside the bed, stretched out his hand and held Gu Qingxi's hand.
He stared at Gu Qingxi's calm face in a daze, and finally sighed: "Master..."
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