Chapter 15 No matter how much you miss someone, don’t be greedy for the world.
"Don't be angry, I'm here."
Feng Wuya gradually walked out of the bamboo forest. He had rushed back in such a hurry that his Taoist robe was stained with blood. His phoenix eyes were full of brilliance, and he had a calm smile on his face. He said helplessly, "Look at you, you are so angry at your age."
“Zheng——”
A spiritual sword rushed towards him at lightning speed.
Feng Wuya blinked.
One sword.
It stopped an inch away from the tip of Feng Wuya's nose.
Cui Yanjun, "Age?"
Feng Wuya knew he had spoken out of turn and begged for mercy with a smile, "I was wrong, I was wrong. Junior sister will always be 28."
The magic sword suddenly swung left and right, hitting Feng Wuya's arm twice.
"This won't happen again."
After Cui Yanjun finished speaking, she put away her sword and looked at Chang Huaijin again. She actually knew that she couldn't blame him.
Cui Yanjun rubbed her forehead and lowered her voice slowly, "Huaijin, what exactly do you think? You have to tell us."
"I……"
Chang Huaijin was speechless.
"Mr. Yan, that's all."
Feng Wuya also used hand gestures to clean the blood stains on his clothes to prevent Chang Huaijin from being reminded of the past.
Chang Huaijin couldn't help but look at him.
It's him.
The person who destroyed all the demons with one sword at that time was Feng Wuya.
Thinking of the Chang family and the ancestral hall, Chang Huaijin's eyes became slightly warm.
"Huai Jin."
Feng Wuya took out a spiritual sword with a light green color from the mustard seed bag. Chang Huaijin took it and finally let it fall after enduring for too long. The water-colored sword flowed down his handsome face and fell into the soil.
This should be his birthday gift this year.
Feng Wuya raised his hand and gently stroked the top of his head. "I met the head of the Chang family, and he entrusted you and Wu Yu to me. This sword is Fu Biao, right? Your father said it was yours. He said he was sorry for Wu Yu and didn't have time to find a suitable sword for her."
"If you are willing, stay in Penglai and learn swordsmanship from me."
"Just don't forget where the inner demons come from and why they should be eliminated in the end."
The young man held Fubiao tightly in his arms, his drooping eyelashes wet with moisture. The breeze from the mountain drifted into the courtyard in a trance, and seemed to brush across his forehead consciously, lifting his hair that was swirling with blood, and touching his eyebrows again and again with affection, just like when he was a child, and he couldn't help trembling.
Chang Huaijin follows his father and has the spirit root of wind.
Chang Wu Yu follows his mother and has the spirit root of thunder.
Fu Biao is a wind-attributed spiritual sword treasured by the Chang family. It is the sword that Chang Huaijin has been looking forward to his father giving him since he was a child.
Whenever I asked for it, my father would just say, "Wait a little longer, I'll give it to you when you grow up."
The breeze seems like an old friend coming.
The gentle mountain breeze, neither fast nor slow, neither light nor heavy, blew leisurely across Chang Huaijin's hairline and into the inner room, smoothing the frowning brow of Chang Wuyu inside the room.
On the bed, Chang Wuyu felt a chill on Furong's face, which was covered with cold sweat, and the wind caressed her cheeks again and again.
She grew up being pampered by her father and brothers, and had never suffered such hardship as today. She had always cared about her reputation, and she had endured it again and again today, but in the end, she didn't expect that the wind would blow her tears.
The water seeps into the pillow, and even when the sea of consciousness is drowsy, you will know it.
He has been here.
Feng Wuya quietly made a gesture and sent the breeze back to the sky.
No matter how much I miss you.
Don't be greedy for the world.
After a long time, the boy's hoarse voice sounded.
"Disciple Chang Huaijin, greetings to Master."
He lifted up his newly changed Taoist robe, knelt down, stood straight, and kowtowed three times respectfully to Feng Wuya.
Feng Wuya didn't care about the apprenticeship gift, but he didn't stop it.
This is the greatest gift Chang Huaijin has for Master.
After he finished worshipping, Feng Wuya waved his hand and lifted Chang Huaijin up with his spiritual power.
"Weiwei will take you there tomorrow morning."
Chang Huaijin agreed and turned to Cui Yanjun, whose expression was still not very good, and said, "Greetings, Third Uncle-Master."
Cui Yanjun nodded slightly and stuffed the gift he had prepared into his arms. "I'm not as smart as you, Senior Brother. I can't guess why you're willing to give birth to a demon in your heart."
"The inner demon is not easy to deal with. It will torment you without mercy. When you are in trouble, think of Wu Yu."
The heart of a doctor is for Bodhi.
No matter how angry she was, she was just worried that Chang Huaijin was still a child.
"Thank you, Third Uncle."
Chang Huaijin felt a little uncomfortable again. After a day, he realized how fickle people were.
It's not that the Chang family didn't seek help from other noble families, but the Chang family guards the border, and the nearby noble families are too far away. And the noble families also have their own measures when it comes to rescue. A single noble family will even split into several factions.
In fact, the Chang family was not destined to be wiped out.
Just a few people, just one person willing to come to support, and the Chang family can have one more person alive.
I’m afraid my father wouldn’t have thought that he would be the first to arrive at the Chang family.
It turned out to be Penglai.
It is Penglai on the sea far away from Tongzhou mainland.
Seeing that his mind was wandering, Feng Wuya said at the right moment, "Don't think about it anymore."
"Go back and rest. I will ask Tongzhou to give an explanation for this matter."
Chang Huaijin nodded and said nothing more. He believed in Feng Wuya.
The young man's figure gradually lengthened in the moonlight, thin but standing straight. From a distance, his brows were tightly furrowed, and his thin lips were tightly pursed under his straight nose, as if he was holding back something, as if there was some reason he couldn't let go.
After the children left, the adults began to talk about business.
"The Chang family was wiped out in one day." Feng Wuya tightly grasped the magic sword in his hand. He had not seen such a thick amount of blood for many, many years. When he arrived, the entire Chang family was bathed in blood foam, and the entire villa was filled with blood-colored mist.
He closed his eyes, unable to bear the sight of this tragic scene.
"The demon clan has been involved in too many disputes lately. This is the first, but it won't be the last. You and Chaojian should go and open all the illusions tomorrow. Tell Changsheng and Lunzhen to stop wandering around and come back to teach the children."
Feng Wuya's face gradually turned cold.
The demon race has been growing stronger in recent years, but the spiritual cultivators are currently in a period of transition.
Feng Wuya predicted that troubled times were coming.
"I asked a few days ago, and Fourth Junior Brother is still in the secret realm and can't come out for the time being. Fifth Junior Brother is available." Cui Yanjun understood, her white hair blown by the wind. "Are we going to start?"
She likes the present. Although it is not a peaceful and prosperous time, it is a rare peaceful time.
"I don't know," Feng Wuya said, holding the communication symbol. "By the way, where's Chao Jian? On the way back, I heard someone say that the seal of the Ten Thousand Demon Valley was broken."
Cui Yanjun shook his head, "Not sure."
Seeing that she looked a little tired, Feng Wuya waved his hand and said, "I'll go find him. You can rest first."
——
On the shore of Penglai.
A tall young man in black stood there.
He was sandwiched between the moonlight and the sea.
The moonlight tonight is so beautiful. The moonlight falls on the waves, and the ups and downs of the waves reflect the fragmented light and shadow of the moon. Penglai is the center of the sea. Standing on the shore of Penglai Island, you can't see the separation of the sea and the sky.
Under the night sky, the sky and the deep sea merge into one.
"Penglai..."
Chi Jin murmured.
It has been so long since I last saw this moonlight.
In his previous life, he sat here day and night, hoping that his senior brothers and sisters would return.
The sea was too calm at that time and he didn't wait for anyone.
Since the passing of Second Senior Sister, Master and the other uncles have all gone into seclusion.
No words were left.
Chi Jin practices the way of life. He is the fusion of the blood of two clans. This is the place where the conflict between the two is the biggest. There are too many sufferings of cause and effect, reincarnation, life and death, separation and hatred. He is the most suitable person in the world to practice the way of life.
So he knew.
That is destiny.
Destiny wants to use the life of Penglai's 58th generation disciple to fill this gap.
First, it was the second senior sister. He remembered what the second senior sister looked like before she died.
There are few people in the world as bright and beautiful as her. Chi Jin didn't know that Second Senior Sister would suddenly fall for love. Just one glance, and she was like a butterfly, and no one could persuade her, and she plunged into the invisible prison called love.
Ruan Wei, who was determined to become the number one swordsman and to provide a way out for all people in the world, became extremely submissive and willing to be a vassal of others. At that time, Chi Jin suddenly woke up.
This is not her.
He calculated the hexagrams and determined whether it was true or false.
So he tried his best to be on guard, but he couldn't stop a person who was as determined as iron. She even offered him the life-saving elixir and was happy to take it.
Chi Jin almost accepted her fate.
Before the second senior sister left, she seemed to have woken up.
She stammered and tried to speak, but her dry lips seemed to be sealed by something and no sound came out.
The teachers and leaders were extremely sad, and the senior brothers and sisters shrugged their shoulders. The eldest brother picked up his sword and was about to kill the man. The third brother hugged the eldest brother with red eyes, and the fourth sister lay down in front of the bed, her clothes wet with tears.
No one looked into Second Senior Sister's eyes.
Only Chi Jin.
Ruan Wei looked at Chi Jin, and her eyes no longer had the paranoia of the past caused by love. She just blinked at him calmly and mischievously, as if she had too much to say. There was no moisture in her peach blossom eyes, only calmness.
She looked at him.
Chi Jin looked back, and the trembling in her body calmed down.
Seeing that he understood, Ruan Wei's eyes, filled with answers, finally smiled, as if she was relieved. But she suddenly closed her eyes, and in a moment, her spirit dissipated.
He read it.
Senior sister refuses to accept her fate.
So, Chi Jin refused to accept her fate.
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