Uncle Fu took care of him, but he was always injured?

In Ye Wuque's memory, Uncle Fu was like his father to him. He always gave him the feeling of being as broad as the sea, and always had a warm smile on his face.

Although Ye Wuque could not remember anything before he was four years old, he knew that he and Uncle Fu had been to many places. Perhaps, he was raised by Uncle Fu since he was still an infant.

"Uncle Changqing, is Uncle Fu's injury serious?"

Ye Wuque couldn't help but ask.

Hearing Ye Wuque's anxious tone, Murong Changqing knew that the young man was worried about his Uncle Fu, so he said, "I asked that person the same question at that time, and I took out all the healing pills, but that person just smiled and shook his head."

"I remember it very clearly. He said, 'This is an injury from many years ago. It won't heal and he won't die. Don't worry about it.' This sentence stunned me, but seeing that the man didn't care, there was nothing I could do."

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"An injury from many years ago? It won't heal and he won't die?"

Murong Changqing's words made Ye Wuque's heart sink. It seemed that a lot of things had happened to Uncle Fu.

"Later, I invited him to visit the Murong family, so he brought you to the Murong family. He stayed at the Murong family for more than a month. During this period, you woke up from your deep sleep, but I found that you, who were only four years old at the time, had lost your previous memories. But he was not surprised. In the end, he entrusted you to my Murong family, left the blood dragon jade, and then disappeared one night without saying a word to you. Just like that, he disappeared without a trace..."

Murong Changqing finished speaking quietly. The memories of that person, if it weren't for Ye Wuque's existence in the past eleven years, seemed like a dream, floating in and out quietly. No one knows where he went or where he came from. The only one who might know is Ye Wuque, but this child has lost that memory.

Ye Wuque seemed calm on the surface, but his heart was like a raging storm, and it couldn't calm down for a long time!

After ten years of persistence, the answer from Murong Changqing at this moment made Ye Wuque feel confused. Uncle Fu's whereabouts were still a mystery. The hidden injuries of those years, his amnesia, and his quiet departure all affected Ye Wuque's nerves.

"Huh"

he exhaled deeply, touched his chest, felt the blood dragon jade and the letter, and the confusion in Ye Wuque's heart gradually disappeared!

"Uncle Fu, Wuque will definitely find you!"

Feeling this persistence from Ye Wuque, Murong Changqing sighed secretly. This child was born to be tough and persistent, even a little paranoid. Just like he had hidden his cultivation for ten years, but suddenly exploded yesterday for a blood dragon jade! If there was no last resort and terrible patience, how could it be like this?

Until now, Murong Changqing still believed that Ye Wuque was hiding his cultivation. After all, within a month, his cultivation increased from the fifth level of body forging and tendon refining to the great perfection of body forging and marrow refining. He would not even think about it. It was too shocking.

But all this is no longer important. Murong Changqing didn't want to ask further. He knew that Ye Wuque had his own ideas, just like when he privately decided to let his daughter Murong Binglan and Ye Wuque make an engagement, which made Ye Wuque ask him to withdraw his decision several times. But he didn't expect that the engagement would eventually become the fuse for Ye Wuque and Murong Tian to fight.

"Maybe, Binglan is just not blessed... Forget it, let the young people do their own things..."

Knowing what he wanted to know, Ye Wuque left Murong Changqing's room. He needed to sort out the things about Uncle Fu.

Returning to his own room, Ye Wuque sat alone for a while, and Kong didn't disturb him.

"Kong, you said that you can turn three cultivators of the fifth level of Xifan into ashes with one finger, and you can also erase people's memories. How high a level of cultivation is required to do this?"

Ye Wuque's eyes flashed, and the voice of inquiry sounded in his heart.

"Do you remember the old man in yellow beside Jun Shanlie? He and Qi Shilong should be at the same level of cultivation. The strength of both of them has surpassed the seven realms of Xifan and reached another level. For example, the two of them can kill three Xifan fifth realm Qipo realm cultivators with one finger, but if they want to turn three Xifan Qipo realm cultivators into ashes, they will never be able to do it even if they are dozens of times stronger. As for erasing a person's memory without causing any harm, it is not something that can be done simply by cultivation. It must be a cultivator who has mastered powerful magical powers. "

Kong's tone was very sure. He also heard Murong Changqing's words just now. Now that Ye Wuque asked, he naturally expressed his thoughts.

Hearing Kong's answer, Ye Wuque narrowed his eyes and a hint of judgment flashed through his mind.

"Even if Qi Shilong, the Lord of Longguang City, who has surpassed the seven realms of Xifan, is dozens of times stronger, he cannot do it, but Uncle Fu can do it easily; Uncle Fu can also easily erase other people's memories. Although this shows that Uncle Fu is probably a nearly invincible cultivator! But even so, Uncle Fu still has hidden injuries for many years, and he left me in the Murong family alone, so it is very likely that Uncle Fu is afraid of something. Is there an opponent stronger than Uncle Fu who has been targeting Uncle Fu, which made Uncle Fu take young me to many places? This may be an escape."

Thinking of this, Ye Wuque's eyes were surprisingly bright.

"Moreover, if my speculation is correct, Uncle Fu must have a very close relationship with my parents, otherwise he would not take me, who is like a burden, to escape. So where are my parents now? Are they still alive?"

Once a thought arises, a hundred thoughts arise.

When you figure out a problem, more problems will often follow. With only the current information, Ye Wuque is not completely sure of his speculations. Only when he gets more information about Uncle Fu can he confirm these speculations.

"Hundred Cities War, Hundred Cities War... Is there really news about Uncle Fu in the first main city? If there is, then no one can stop me!" At

this moment, Ye Wuque's edge must be exposed. In his heart, looking for Uncle Fu, defeating Jun Shanlie, and looking for Kong's past are the biggest reasons why he is willing to be extinct for ten years and practice hard.

Now that there is news about Uncle Fu, he will pursue it desperately!

"Om"

The light golden holy way of fighting spirit flows out of his body, and the golden red blood surges. Ye Wuque enters the practice again.

He did not follow Qi Shilong to Sima's house, but chose to wait at Murong's house, one to recover from his injuries, and the other to confirm Uncle Fu's matter.

Now that these two things have been completed, he completely enters the practice, quietly waiting for Qi Shilong to pick him up.

There is no time for practice, so a day will pass quickly.

Early the next morning, Ye Wuque left the small house where he had lived for ten years alone, with a faint reluctance in his heart. He walked step by step on the road to Murong's house, carrying the Seven Star Refining Dao Box behind him.

For ten years, he was busy practicing and never cared about other things. Now that he was about to leave, he still felt a little melancholy. After all, this was where he grew up. This time, Ye Wuque had a feeling that he might not come back for many years.

Ye Wuque walked slowly, letting the wind mess up his black hair. Soon, he came to the small building where Xian'er was.

After standing quietly for a long time, Ye Wuque did not go in. He did not want to say goodbye to Xian'er, although he knew that Xian'er would leave soon.

A bosom friend is a friend indeed, and the same is true for the relationship between brothers and sisters.

"Xian'er, Brother Wuque will definitely find you."

Ye Wuque strode away and walked towards the martial arts field of Murong's house.

He did not know that in that small building, Xian'er was looking at his back, but her face was expressionless, and behind Xian'er, stood a middle-aged female cultivator.

The female monk was wearing a green cloud robe, exuding a cold aura. Her face could not be seen clearly. She looked at Xian'er in front of her and suddenly spoke in a hoarse voice: "Has anyone in the Murong family seen the spirit girl Rong Zhenling?"

This sentence was without a trace of emotion, like ice that had not melted for a thousand years.

Hearing the question from the female monk, Xian'er's clear eyes did not fluctuate at all. Without the warmth of being with Ye Wuque, she said lightly: "No."

"Very good, please let the spirit girl follow me." As

soon as the voice fell, the female monk waved her right hand, and the whole room flashed red, and there was no trace of Xian'er anymore...

The martial arts field.

Ye Wuque carried a dark long box on his back, standing alone. There were some Murong disciples whispering around him, especially the girls among them, who kept looking at Ye Wuque with shy and regretful eyes.

A beautiful figure silently watched Ye Wuque in a corner. A variety of complex expressions flashed in her beautiful eyes, and finally turned into a sigh, which contained confusion, shock, and a trace of inexplicable regret. On her beautiful face, she bit her red lips lightly. It was Murong Binglan...

In another corner, Murong Tian clenched his right hand fiercely, his face was extremely distorted, and his eyes looking at Ye Wuque were full of resentment!

"Ye Wuque! Ye Wuque! You took away the blood dragon jade that belongs to me! You took away the quota that belongs to me! I won't let you go! I won't let you go..."

"Swish"

After Ye Wuque waited for a quarter of an hour, a wave came from the horizon, and then three figures appeared at high speed.

Ye Wuque looked up and saw that the leader was Qi Shilong, and behind him were a man and a woman. The girl, Ye Wuque had seen in the duel with Murong Tian the day before, should be Lin Yingluo, the eldest daughter of the Lin family.

Then the young man should be Sima Ao, the first genius of the Sima family.

"Buzz"

Qi Shilong raised his hand, and Ye Wuque found himself lifted up by a huge force. His whole body involuntarily moved closer to the three people, and in a flash he came behind Qi Shilong and stood with Lin Yingluo.

Seeing that the three people were all there, Qi Shilong laughed, and a faint halo emanated from his side, covering the three people behind him, and then turned into a halo and disappeared in the eyes of Murong's disciples. Feeling

the strange feeling of flying in the air, Ye Wuque felt a little strange, but suddenly heard a faint questioning voice from behind him: "A guy who has not even condensed the soul moon, what qualifications does he have to participate in the Hundred Cities War with me, Sima Ao?"

As soon as these words came out, Lin Yingluo's cold eyes flashed a little wave, and her peripheral vision swept over Ye Wuque, and found that the latter's face was as calm as ever, as if he had not heard it.

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