When Xian'er woke up and saw Ye Wuque sitting beside her and practicing quietly, her clear eyes were filled with joy. Then, as if she had thought of something, her thin black eyebrows slightly frowned.
As if feeling the warmth brought by the sun, Ye Wuque's whole body was shocked. The holy fighting spirit that he had practiced all night slowly calmed down. His tightly closed eyes opened immediately and happened to meet Xian'er's clear eyes, who showed a sweet smile.
With a happy look on his face, Ye Wuque hurriedly stood up and asked with concern: "Xian'er, you are awake, how do you feel..."
Seeing the concern flashing on Ye Wuque's handsome face, Xian'er felt warm in her heart. She glanced at Ye Wuque's right hand and found that it was coated with healing medicine. Xian'er understood that last night, this boy who seemed like his own brother might have saved her life again.
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's delicate face flashed with an inexplicable reluctance, and she sat up from the bed, looking at Ye Wuque with a bright smile: "Brother Wuque, if it weren't for you last night, Xian'er would have turned into ashes long ago. This is the second time that you, Brother Wuque, have saved Xian'er's life."
Xian'er's voice was crisp and pleasant, but it contained sincere gratitude and deep love.
When Ye Wuque heard this, he pretended to be angry: "Xian'er, if you are so distant with Brother Wuque again, Brother Wuque will leave."
"Okay, Xian'er knows I was wrong."
Over the past ten years, Ye Wuque and Xian'er have accumulated a very deep brother-sister relationship. For Ye Wuque, in the entire Murong family, the only people he can't let go of the most are Murong Changqing and Xian'er. The former is his respected elder, and the latter is his beloved sister.
"Xian'er, since you are fine, I am relieved. Have a good rest. I will leave first and come to see you later."
The young man who had been guarding all night touched Xian'er's hair and was ready to turn around and leave. He knew that Xian'er might have a secret. After all, the scene last night made him understand a lot, but what does it matter?
For Ye Wuque, Xian'er is his sister. If his sister doesn't want to say it, he won't ask. The important thing is that as long as Xian'er is safe, it's fine.
Xian'er's pretty face, which was originally smiling, turned into deep reluctance. Looking at Ye Wuque's figure preparing to leave, she suddenly said faintly: "Brother Wuque, Xian'er... is leaving..."
The girl's reluctant words fell into Ye Wuque's ears, causing him to pause, and a trace of reluctance flashed in his eyes. Perhaps in Ye Wuque's heart, he had long understood that Xian'er would leave the Murong family sooner or later, but he didn't expect it to come so quickly.
"Brother Wuque, Xian'er, like you, was fostered in the Murong family. Ten years have passed in a blink of an eye. During these ten years, Xian'er has lived a peaceful and happy life. Although the Murong family is small, it has a tranquility and peace that can't be found anywhere else. Here, I don't need to be afraid or sad in my life. And you, Brother Wuque, you have always been by Xian'er's side, making Xian'er feel the warmth of family, and making Xian'er understand that there are still things in this world that Xian'er cherishes. Xian'er will never forget all this..."
It seemed that the string in Xian'er's heart was deeply plucked, and tears quietly filled Xian'er's clear eyes, but she was not overly sad, just deeply reluctant.
A pair of warm white hands gently embraced the girl in his arms. Ye Wuque stroked Xian'er's hair, his eyes were reluctant to let her go, but his deep voice rang in Xian'er's ears: "Silly Xian'er, it's not a life-and-death separation. Leaving the Murong family doesn't mean we can't meet again. You see, I'm about to leave the Murong family to participate in the Hundred Cities War. Fortunately, you said goodbye to me first. If it were me, would I also shed a few tears?"
"Puchi"
Xian'er, who was lying on Ye Wuque's shoulder, couldn't help laughing out loud, and patted Ye Wuque gently with her little hand: "Hate! Brother Wuque, you are making fun of me again..."
Xian'er's reluctance seemed to be diluted a lot by Ye Wuque's teasing. She looked at Ye Wuque's handsome face with gentle eyes, and asked softly: "Brother Wuque, you must come to see Xian'er in the future, okay?"
Feeling Xian'er's expectation and uneasiness, Ye Wuque couldn't help but feel sour in his heart. He had no parents by his side since he was a child, and he and Uncle Fu also separated early. Although Murong Changqing regarded him as his own son, it was Xian'er who gave Ye Wuque the most gentle feeling like a peer family member.
Now that they may be separated, Ye Wuque's reluctance in his heart is no less than Xian'er.
"Of course, no matter how far the journey is, Brother Wuque will definitely come to see you in the future. This is Brother Wuque's promise."
Ye Wuque nodded heavily, his eyes were firm and his tone was firm.
Hearing Ye Wuque's affirmation, Xian'er burst into laughter again, and nodded heavily. The two looked at each other and smiled warmly.
...
"After this separation, I wonder what it will be like when we meet again? Kong, can people really not escape separation?"
The slightly melancholy words rang softly in his heart. Ye Wuque left Xian'er's small building and strolled on the stone path. The breeze brought a sense of reluctance to part, and gently brushed Ye Wuque's cheek.
"Haha, all good things must come to an end. Even if we are blood relatives, one day, we will have to say goodbye... Don't worry, this little girl is from the lineage of Phoenix Goddess. With her state of merging the true spirit last night, she must have a high status in Phoenix Goddess. Although I don't know why Phoenix Goddess would let such a disciple be fostered in a small place like Murong's house, her future life will only get better and better."
"Phoenix Goddess? She seems very powerful. What kind of existence is she?"
Ye Wuque was not surprised that Kong knew Phoenix Goddess. Kong just lost the most important memory about who he was, but he could still remember some other memories that were not so important to him, such as identifying elixirs.
Phoenix Goddess made Ye Wuque feel a little curious.
"In my remaining memories, there are some descriptions of this, which is why I can tell that the little girl is integrating the true spirit. Fengluan Tiannv does not represent a person, but a general term for a long-standing force. Their family is composed of women, but each of them is extremely powerful. Even in the place where many forces gather, they have a very strong reputation!"
"The Fengluan Tiannv lineage has unique skills and extraordinary power, which all come from the innate companion true spirits in their bodies. Every year, Fengluan Tiannv sends countless disciples to explore the world, looking for baby girls with true spirits in their infancy, and accepting them as her disciples. This little girl should be the same. However, although the Fengluan Tiannv lineage is powerful, its temper is also strange and it is not easy to get along with it."
"Oh? It is a very strange force.
Kong's explanation made Ye Wuque secretly amazed, but he also understood that Xian'er would not suffer after returning to Fengluan Tiannv, so his worries were temporarily put aside.
"In short, work hard. With your qualifications, if you hadn't spent ten years in extinction to condense the origin of the Holy Fighting Law, your current achievements would definitely not be inferior to Jun Shanlie. But everything is a matter of drinking and eating. You spent ten years to condense the origin of the Holy Law. In the future, you will gain great fortune from it. Wuque, this world is very big. As long as you keep getting stronger, one day you will find that this world is infinitely wonderful."
Ye Wuque knew that this was Kong's disguised enlightenment. He smiled slightly, sorted out his mood, and flashed his figure. He rushed to where Murong Changqing lived.
"Uncle Changqing, Wuque wants to see you."
Standing outside Murong Changqing's room, Ye Wuque said respectfully.
"Stinky boy, since you are here, what are you doing outside, why don't you come in!"
A full-bodied voice came from the room. Hearing Murong Changqing's words, Ye Wuque's heart was slightly relieved. He understood that Murong Changqing's injury was no longer serious.
Murong Changqing sat on a chair in the living room with a ruddy face, as if he had just finished practicing. Seeing Ye Wuque coming in, a smile appeared on his square face.
"Uncle Changqing, are you okay?"
Ye Wuque asked as he approached Murong Changqing.
"It's okay. Jun Shanlie didn't kill me. He just injured me. I just need to rest for a few days and I will recover."
Murong Changqing waved his hand, indicating to Ye Wuque that he was fine.
When he heard Murong Changqing mention Jun Shanlie, a flash of murderous intent flashed in Ye Wuque's eyes, which was immediately captured by Murong Changqing without any concealment.
Thinking of the four-year agreement that Ye Wuque and Jun Shanlie made yesterday, Murong Changqing sighed again in his heart.
"Uncle Changqing, don't worry. In four years, I will definitely defeat Jun Shanlie and avenge you yesterday!"
Ye Wuque's tone was firm. Obviously, Ye Wuque had already murdered Jun Shanlie!
Looking at the burden that the young man in front of him carried alone, Murong Changqing was moved but also felt a little worried, but then this worry was swept away, because he knew that Ye Wuque today was no longer the Ye Wuque of the past!
He has risen again, and this time, he will surely shine with great brilliance. Four years later, who dares to conclude that Ye Wuque cannot defeat Jun Shanlie?
"Wuque, you came to me, you must have something to ask, right?"
Murong Changqing smiled as if he knew what Ye Wuque was thinking.
"Well, Wuque came here to say goodbye to you. After all, since I have agreed to represent Longguang Main City in the Hundred Cities War, I don't know how long I will be away, so I bid you farewell."
Looking at Murong Changqing, Ye Wuque replied.
"Haha... City Lord Qi can let you represent Longguang Main City in the war, he must have seen your strength and potential. This is also the glory of my Murong family. You can go!"
Murong Changqing was full of smiles. Ye Wuque's ability to represent Longguang Main City in the Hundred Cities War itself has already explained something.
Then Ye Wuque took a deep breath, looked at Murong Changqing with burning eyes and said in a deep voice: "The second reason why Wuque came here is that I hope you can tell me about Uncle Fu."
Looking at the persistent eyes of the young man in front of him, Murong Changqing sighed leisurely, and a touch of nostalgia appeared in his eyes.
"Wuque, I know that you will ask me about this sooner or later. Well, now you should know about that person, that is, your Uncle Fu."
Ye Wuque's breathing became a little hurried under Murong Changqing's words, but he held his breath and listened attentively, not wanting to miss any word.
"That was eleven years ago. I couldn't stand the few monks who were burning, killing and looting outside the main city of Longguang, so I wanted to get rid of them in anger, but I didn't expect to fall into the evil plan of those people."
"Although the cultivation of those people is not as good as mine, they can still pose a threat to me together. In addition, I was careless for a while and fell into an ambush. When I was about to die, that person appeared!"
At this point, Murong Changqing's eyes flashed with a ray of surprise and respect!
"I still can't forget it. I just pointed at the three people lightly, and the three masters who were at the fifth level of Xifan, the spirit level, turned into ashes and disappeared between heaven and earth."
Murong Changqing's tone was a little trembling. Obviously, Uncle Fu's horrific methods still made him unforgettable.
Ye Wuque was also inexplicably excited. In this way, Uncle Fu was indeed a powerful cultivator.
"Although that man looked middle-aged, his aura was as deep as the sea and boundless, and there was a sleeping little boy lying on his back at that time."
Murong Changqing looked at Ye Wuque, and it was obvious that the little boy was Ye Wuque.
"But that man coughed from time to time, and I even saw dark red blood stains on his sleeves. Although I am not a healing master, I can still tell that the man had a hidden injury, and it has been a long time." As soon as
these words came out, Ye Wuque was shocked!
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