MTL - Return of the War God

Xian'er, who woke up, saw Ye Wuque sitting quietly cultivating beside her, and a burst of joy appeared in her clear eyes, and then she seemed to think of something again, her thin eyebrows frowned slightly.

As if feeling the warmth brought by the sun, Ye Wuque's whole body shook, and the sacred fighting spirit of the night of cultivation slowly subsided, his closed eyes opened immediately, and it happened to meet Xian'er's clear eyes, and the latter revealed A sweet smile.

With joy on his face, Ye Wuque hurriedly stood up and asked with concern: "Xian'er, how do you feel when you wake up..."

Seeing the concern flashing on Ye Wuque’s Junxiu’s face, Xian'er felt warm in her heart. She glanced over Ye Wuque’s right hand and found that heal medicine was applied. Xian'er understood that last night, this boy who looked like his own brother might have been saved again. She died.

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An inexplicable reluctance flashed across Xian'er’s charming face, and she sat up from the bed and looked at Ye Wuque with a bright smile: “Brother Wuwei, if it weren’t for you last night, Xian'er would have turned into a fly. It's gray, so this is the second time Brother Wuque, you saved Xian'er's life."

Xian'er's voice is clear and beautiful, but it contains sincere gratitude and deep emotion.

These words fell in Ye Wuque's ears, and he pretended to be angry: "Xian'er, if you see Brother Wuque like this, Brother Wuque will leave."

"Okay, Xian'er knew it was wrong."

Over the past ten years, Ye Wuque and Xian'er have accumulated extremely deep sibling affection. For Ye Wuque, in the entire Murong family, only Murong Changqing and Xian'er, the former is him. Dear elders, the latter is his cherished sister.

"Xian'er, since you are okay, I'm relieved, you take a good rest, I'll leave first, and I'll see you later."

The young man who had stayed the whole night touched Xian'er's hair and was about to turn around and leave. He knew that there might be secrets hidden in Xian'er. After all, the scene last night made him understand a lot, but how is this?

For Ye Wuque, Xian'er is his younger sister. The younger sister didn't want to say, and he wouldn't ask. What's important is, as long as Xian'er is safe.

Xian'er's pretty face with a smile on her face turned into deep dismay at some point, looking at the figure of Ye Wuque who was about to leave, suddenly said quietly, "Brother Wuwei, Xian'er... is leaving..."

The girl’s reluctant words fell in Ye Wuque’s ears, causing him to pause, and his eyes flashed with reluctance. Perhaps in Ye Wuque’s heart, she knew that Xian'er would leave Murong’s house sooner or later, but she didn’t expect. Come so fast.

"Brother Wuwei, Xian'er, like you, has been fostered at Murong's house. It has been ten years. In the past ten years, Xian'er has lived peacefully and happily. Although Murong's house is small, there is peace and tranquility that is not found elsewhere. Harmony, here, I don’t need to be afraid or sad in my life. And you, Brother Wuwei, with you always by Xian'er, let Xian'er feel the warmth of the family, let Xian'er understand that there are immortals in this world Xian'er will never forget the things that you cherish..."

It seemed that the string in his heart was deeply moved, and Xian'er's clear eyes were whimpering with tears, but she didn't feel too much sadness, but was deeply saddened.

A pair of warm white hands gently hugged the girl into his arms, Ye Wuque stroked Xian'er's hair, his eyes were also dissatisfied, but the deep words rang in Xian'er's ears: "Silly Xian'er, again It’s not life and death. Leaving Murong’s house does not mean that we can’t meet again. You see, I am about to leave Murong’s house to participate in the Hundred Cities War. Fortunately, you said goodbye to me first. If you change to me, do you have to How many tears do you shed?"

"Puff"

Xian'er, who was lying on Ye Wuque's shoulder, couldn't help laughing, and patted Ye Wuque lightly with her little hand: "Hate! Brother Wuque, you are making fun of others again..."

Xian'er's unwilling heart seemed to be diluted a lot by Ye Wuque's jokes. She looked at Ye Wuque's handsome face and gently asked, "Brother Wuque, you must come to find Xian'er, okay?"

Feeling Xian'er's expectation and anxiety, Ye Wuque couldn't help feeling sore. He had no parents with him since he was a child, and separated from Fubo early. Although Murong Changqing regarded him as his own, it brought Ye Wuque to him. Xian'er feels the most gentle as a family member.

Perhaps the separation is imminent now, Ye Wuque's perseverance in his heart is no less than Xian'er.

"Of course, no matter how far the route is, Brother Wuwei will definitely visit you in the future. This is the promise of Brother Wuwei."

Ye Wuque nodded heavily, his eyes firm and his tone firm.

Hearing Ye Wuque's affirmation, Xian'er burst into tears again and smiled again, and nodded a bit likewise, and the two looked at each other with a warm smile.

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"From this farewell, I don't know what will happen if we meet again? Sora, can people really escape from parting?"

Slightly melancholy words rang gently in his heart, Ye Wuque, who had left Xian'er Xiaolou, strolled along the stone path, the breeze brought a bit of parting reluctance, and gently brushed Ye Wuque's cheek.

"Hehe, there is always a banquet in the world, even if it is a close relative, one day, there will be a parting... Don't worry, this little girl is from the line of the Fengluan goddess, in the state of her true spirit last night, Tiannv Fengluan must also have a not low status. Although I don't know why Tiannv Fengluan would let such a clergyman be fostered in a small place like Murong's house, her days will only get better and better."

"Fengluan goddess? She looks very powerful, what kind of existence is it?"

It’s not surprising that Kong Neng knew about the Heavenly Girl Fengluan, Ye Wuque, Kong just lost the most important memory of who he was, but other memories that were not important to him can still be remembered, such as identifying Dan. The same is true for medicine.

The goddess Fengluan made Ye Wuque feel a little curious.

"In my lingering memory, there are some descriptions of this. This is why I can tell that the little girl is fusing the true spirit. The Fengluan goddess does not represent a person, but a collective name for a long-standing power. , They are all women, but they are all powerful and extraordinary, even in the place where all the forces converge, they also have an extremely not weak reputation!"

"Fengluan Tiannv’s unique pulse technique and incredible power are all derived from the companion true spirits in their bodies. Tiannv Fengluan sends countless disciples to explore the world every year, looking for the true spirit of the body. Swaddled baby girls, they are brought under the door, and this little girl wants to do the same. However, although the Fengluan goddess has a strong line, her temperament is also weird and it is not easy to relate to."

"Oh? It's a rather strange force.

Kong's explanation made Ye Wuque secretly surprised, but he also understood that Xian'er would definitely not suffer after returning to Fengluan Tiannv, and the worries in his heart were temporarily let go.

"In short, work hard. With your qualifications, if it weren't for ten years to condense the sacred law of fighting and fighting, the original source of death for ten years, today's achievements will inevitably not be under that Junshanlie. But everything will cost ten. The origin of the Holy Dharma will be condensed in the year, and in the future, you will get great fortune from it. There is no shortage, this world is huge, as long as you keep getting stronger, one day you will find this world infinitely wonderful.

Ye Wuque didn't understand that this was Kong's enlightenment in a disguised form, smiled slightly, cleared up his mood, his figure flickered, and he hurried towards the place where Murong Changqing lived.

"Uncle Evergreen, I want to see you all."

Standing outside Murong Changqing's room, Ye Wuque said respectfully.

"Smelly boy, since he's here, what is the pestle doing outside, he won't come in yet!"

A very angry voice came from the room. Hearing Murong Changqing's words, Ye Wuque's heart relaxed slightly. He understood that Murong Changqing's injury was no longer serious.

Murong Changqing sat on the chair in the living room with a ruddy face. It seemed that he had just finished his training. When he saw Ye Wuque coming in, a smile appeared on Guozi's face.

"Uncle Changqing, is your injury okay?"

Approaching Murong Changqing's side, Ye Wuque asked.

"It's okay, Jun Shanlie didn't kill me, he just shook me. Just a few days of resting, I will recover."

Murong Changqing waved his hand, indicating that Ye Wuque was fine.

Hearing Murong Changqing's mention of Jun Shanlie, Ye Wuque's eyes flashed murderously. Without disguising, he was immediately caught by Murong Changqing.

Thinking of the four-year agreement between Ye Wuque and Jun Shanlie yesterday, Murong Changqing sighed again.

"Uncle Changqing, rest assured, in four years, I will defeat Jun Shanlie and avenge yesterday's revenge for you!"

Ye Wuque's tone was decisive. Obviously, Ye Wuque had already killed Jun Shanlie!

Seeing the burden that the young man in front of him was carrying alone, Murong Changqing's heart was touched, but there was also a touch of worry, but then this worry was wiped out, because he knew that today's Ye Wuque is no longer the past. No shortage of!

He has risen again. This time, he will surely shine. Four years later, who would dare to conclude that Ye Wuque could not defeat Jun Shanlie?

"Wow, you come to me, there must be something to ask, right?"

As if knowing what Ye Wuque was thinking, Murong Changqing smiled.

"Well, Wucai came here to say goodbye to you. After all, since I promised to represent the main city of Longguang to participate in the Hundred Cities War, I don't know how long it will take, so I bid you farewell."

Looking at Murong Changqing, Ye Wuque replied.

"Haha... if City Lord Qi can let you participate in the battle on behalf of Longguang City, you must see your strength and potential. This is also the glory of my Murong family, but you can go!"

Murong Changqing smiled, and Ye Wuque's ability to represent the main city of Longguang to participate in the Hundred Cities War had already explained something.

Then Ye Wuque took a deep breath, looked at Murong Changqing with scorching eyes, and said in a deep voice, "The second thing Wuque came to is I hope you can tell me about Uncle Fu."

Looking at the persistent gaze of the young man in front of him, Murong Changqing sighed leisurely, a look of nostalgia appeared in his gaze.

"Wugua, I know you will ask me about this sooner or later, but now you should know that person, that is, your Fortune Uncle's business."

Ye Wuque's breathing became a little hurried under Murong Changqing's words, but he held his breath and listened, not wanting to miss a word.

"That was eleven years ago. Because I couldn't see the several monks who burned, killed, and looted outside the main city of Longguang, I wanted to get rid of them in my anger, but I didn't expect to be caught in the tricks of those people. ."

"Although those people's cultivation bases are not better than me, they can also pose a threat to me together. Besides, I was carelessly ambushing, and when I was about to die, that person appeared!"

Speaking of this, Murong Changqing's eyes flashed a glimmer of stunning respect!

"I can't forget it so far. I just gently pointed at the three people. The three masters with cultivation bases in the fifth stage of the Washing Fan Spirit Realm turned directly into flying ash and dissipated in the world."

Murong Changqing's tone trembled a little, and it was obvious that Fubo's terrorism still made him unforgettable.

Ye Wuque was also inexplicably excited, so Fu Bo was indeed a powerful monk.

"Although the man looks middle-aged, his breath is deep and vast, and there was a sleeping little boy on his back."

Murong Changqing looked at Ye Wuque, and it was obvious that the little boy was Ye Wuque.

"But that person coughs from time to time. I even saw dark red blood stains on his sleeves. Although I am not a healing hand, I can still tell the difference. That person has dark wounds and has been around for a long time. ."

As soon as this remark came out, Ye Wuque was shocked!

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