"Since you said so, host, I will take you to see it!"
Seeing that Song Qingbai had made up her mind, the system had no choice but to agree. If she really encountered danger, she would be teleported back in time.
"Then let's go!"
Song Qingbai glanced at Lin Yanzhou who was practicing sword outside the house, hurriedly set up a barrier in the house, and begged the system to make a puppet for her. After everything was done, she urged the system to teleport her away.
"Host, what are you doing?"
When seeing Song Qingbai take out a mask and put it on his face, the system asked in confusion.
"Ruyi, the entire Shenwu Continent is now full of the Demon Palace's secret guards and Su Xuhai's men. If they accidentally see us, won't there be more trouble?"
Song Qingbai had a smile on his face, but he was serious when he spoke.
"Haha, you are worthy of being the host I have my eyes on. You are different, smart and powerful."
Song Qingbai was overjoyed by the system's praise. After fully armed, he disappeared on the spot.
"Master, there's suddenly a missing aura in the magic circle."
Not long after Song Qingbai left, Chengyu hurried to Meng Wenyi's house and reported respectfully.
Meng Wenyi still lowered his head and looked at the chessboard in front of him, without any surprise at all.
"Master, do you already know this?"
Chengyu took two steps forward and saw that Meng Wenyi's teacup was empty, so he picked up the teapot and filled it with another cup.
"Song Qingbai is Changfeng's child. I believe the bracelet on her wrist is a divine artifact. It can teleport through space without expending much spiritual energy."
Meng Wenyi slowly raised his head and looked at Chengyu and explained.
"Master, are you saying that the artifact on Song Qingbai's wrist is the one you've been searching for for so many years?"
Chengyu showed a bit of surprise on his face. He had followed Meng Wenyi since he was a child, and he already knew that Meng Wenyi had been waiting for someone all his life.
The man had a magical weapon on his wrist, but it was a long time ago, and Chengyu had only opened it accidentally when he was a naughty child. He had only seen Meng Wenyi's secret room once in the painting on the wall, so he didn't remember it clearly.
He had never seen her since then. Every time he asked about it, Meng Wenyi would look sad and remain silent.
"Yes, the past is gone. I never thought I would be the only one left in the end. Fate plays tricks on me. Heaven has dealt me a heavy blow.
Song Changfeng, ah Song Changfeng, I am ultimately one step behind you and cannot defeat you."
Meng Wenyi took a deep breath and said in a serious tone.
The expression on his face was no longer nonchalant, and his dark eyes suddenly showed a hint of murderous intent.
"Master, your inner demon..."
Chengyu's face changed slightly. Meng Wenyi had imprisoned himself in Chaolu Pavilion for many years. The most important reason was that he had a demon in his heart.
And this inner demon must have been caused by the woman in the portrait in the secret room.
"It's okay. For so many years, I have been suppressing him with my cultivation. Finally, I found a way to solve it in the past few days. Hehehe, it seems to be God's will..."
There was a hint of decadence on Meng Wenyi's face, and his tone was filled with a hint of self-abandonment.
"Master, I hope you can be more open-minded. You still have Zhenwu Academy and me. I have been by your side since I was young, and I have received your teachings. I have long regarded you as my father. I will definitely serve you until old age."
Chengyu knelt respectfully on the ground, looking at Meng Wenyi sitting upright on the chair, and couldn't help but start to worry.
On the fifteenth of every month, he would sit by the chessboard all night, drinking and muttering to himself, always saying things like sorry.
But the next day, he would return to normal, as if nothing that happened last night had happened.
"Chengyu, Zhenwu Academy has you, and your master is at ease. In this world, most practitioners pursue supreme power or immortality, but I want to enter the underworld, find the Three Lives Stone, and wait for her forever.
Now that I know of her death, I no longer have to struggle. You must have seen me using my spiritual power to fight the pain of my inner demons every day!
Meng Wenyi closed his eyes and looked at Chengyu, who was always calm, with a look of relief on his face.
He is worthy of being the child he raised with his own hands, and is not much worse than Lin Yanzhou raised by Song Changfeng.
If Song Qingbai could marry Chengyu, it would be a happy marriage.
"Chengyu, what do you think of Song Qingbai?"
"Master, what do you mean?"
Meng Wenyi changed the subject so many times that Chengyu was unable to react for a while.
"Although Song Qingbai is surrounded by many men, as long as you say a word, your master will definitely make the decision for you."
Looking at his disciple's red face, Meng Wenyi was very tough.
"Master, I am fully focused on cultivation and taking good care of you. I don't want to get married so soon. Besides, Song Qingbai already has so many outstanding men by her side. I feel inferior to them and don't want to get involved in that mess again.
I only wish to find a true friend in my lifetime. Please, Master, please don't worry about your disciple. Take care of yourself first, and don't lose hope of life."
Chengyu's eyes turned slightly red. He couldn't bear Meng Wenyi waiting silently for so many years, nor could he bear him suffering from his inner demons every day and still pretending to smile.
"Chengyu has indeed grown up and can stand on his own. Since you don't want to, I, your teacher, won't force you.
But I have my own wish. When that day finally comes, you have to help me take care of the entire Zhenwu Academy and Song Qingbai.
Song Changfeng has been missing for many years, and she has suffered a lot. You should cover up her going out today and don't let Lin Yanzhou know.
This is the last thing I can do for her!"
Meng Wenyi restrained his smile and spoke in a calm tone as usual.
He had already been thinking about how to deal with Su Xuhai and others, and wanted to do his best.
"Master..."
Chengyu had a sad look on his face as he listened to Meng Wenyi's instructions and bowed deeply several times.
"Keep this thing safe. It will definitely come in handy at a critical moment."
Meng Wenyi cast a spell and condensed his skills, and an object appeared from the space ring. It was the thing he used for cultivation.
"Master, what is this?"
Chengyu's eyes flickered as he looked at the thing in his hand and asked.
"Don't worry about it. Just remember to carry it with you. It will come in handy someday."
After Meng Wenyi gave him the mysterious instructions, he urged him to go out.
"Yes, Master. Disciple obeys your command."
Chengyu couldn't persuade him, so he could only pack up his things and turn around to leave.
Meng Wenyi smiled with relief. Although he had lost a lot, fortunately he had successors.
"Song Qingbai, you want the Fenghua Sword, so let me lend you a hand!"
In the room, Meng Wenyi had just finished speaking when he disappeared into Chaolu Pavilion.
Ruan Yinyin hid aside and quietly observed the situation in Chaolu Pavilion. She was originally from Yaoxian Valley.
Seeing Chengyu walking towards her with medicine again, her brows couldn't help but frown. Although there were slight differences, she could feel that today's medicine was different from the usual ones, as if there was something extra.
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