I'm the villain's own mother

Chapter 264: The Past 11

Chapter 264 The Past (11)

Since then, Feng Yuan has been going to the main hall every half month.

His complexion gradually improved.

When Feng Yuan went to the main hall to heal his wounds for the second time, he met Jiang Yingsi who had returned.

I don’t know what they said that day, but I only know that Master Ming Zhao’s attitude towards Fengyuan has changed a bit since then.

In the future, Feng Yuan would always go down the mountain after finishing his homework in Taiyan Palace to help some mortals in trouble.

Time flies quickly, like falling sand.

The Fairy Gate Conference, which rotates every three years, is coming again.

Seeing that the formerly poor sect became less shabby for the Immortal Sect Conference, Mu Wanwan also rarely showed a smile.

"You see it's so lively outside, why don't you go out and take a look." Mu Wanwan said while playing with the wooden rabbit in her hand.

It was clearly May weather, but Feng Yuan was wrapped in a thick cloak.

Feng Yuan stopped what he was doing and brushed off the sawdust from his body.

"If you want to go, just go. In my current state, it will only be a drag on you if I go."

Mu Wanwan's body collapsed after she had just straightened up, and she stretched out her hand to stir the small wooden bird on the table.

"Speaking of which, three years ago I saw you carving all day long with a carving knife. I still don't know what you are carving."

Feng Yuan smiled softly, but felt a surge of energy and blood in his body, and couldn't hold back another mouthful of blood.

Mu Wanwan quickly stood up and stroked his back with her hand: "If you don't want to say it, don't say it. Why are you here? If you don't want to say it, just vomit blood and show it to me."

Feng Yuan took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth: "You will see the things carved at that time one day, but not now." As he spoke, he dipped his own blood and dotted the newly carved little rabbit.

His eyes were damaged. "Look, it's not useless for me to vomit blood. I can still light my eyes after all."

Mu Wanwan didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Fortunately, I didn't insist on letting you go out with me just now. It's been raining for the past two days and it's still a bit cold."

Feng Yuan just listened and kept moving his hands.

After a while, the rabbit took shape.

"Let's go play. It's hard to find Taiyan Palace so lively." Feng Yuan said and handed the rabbit to Mu Wanwan.

Mu Wanwan glanced at Fengyuan: "Then I'll go."

Feng Yuan waved his hand: "Go."

Mu Wanwan turned around and changed her expression, frowning.

Behind him, Feng Yuan had shrunk into a ball on the ground.

Three days later, the Immortal Gate Conference began.

However, Feng Yuan received a letter from Tan Huazong and left the house early.

Mu Wanwan waited for a long time on the way down the mountain before she saw the thin figure walking through the mist.

The word thin has never been associated with Fengyuan.

"Wow!" Mu Wanwan suddenly jumped out from behind the stone.

Feng Yuan stepped back and laughed: "It's really scary."

Mu Wanwan also smiled helplessly: "Can you stop coaxing me like a child?"

Feng Yuan reached out and touched Mu Wanwan's head. It felt a little cold, but Mu Wanwan did not struggle away. He used to be the person who was most afraid of the cold.

"I know, it won't happen next time. Are you here now to wait for me?"

Mu Wanwan smiled so hard that she couldn't see her eyes: "Yes, otherwise, who are we waiting for?"

Feng Yuan smiled: "I should go there regarding those people three years ago. Don't worry, I will be back before the end of the Immortal Sect Conference."

Mu Wanwan lowered her head and felt Feng Yuan's footsteps getting farther and farther away.

Finally, I couldn't help but ask, "Can I not go?"

Feng Yuan also stopped walking when he heard Mu Wanwan's crying voice.

"No, their reincarnated souls need me to send them away. I have no choice but to go. That would be my sin."

Mu Wanwan stopped talking, and the thin figure disappeared in the fog.

On the tenth day after Feng Yuan left, the elder of Qingyin Pavilion took out a photo bead.

Mu Wanwan sat on the high platform and closed her eyes as she watched the scene of Feng Yuan's murder three years ago reenacted.

On the twentieth day after Feng Yuan left, everyone in the five major sects was thinking about how to eradicate him.

Although Qing Hui explained time and time again, Feng Yuan just wanted to stay away at that time. He didn't expect to meet someone who was abusing a young girl in the rainy night. After killing one person, his weak body was backfired and he couldn't control himself at all.

Although Feng Yuan never forgot his sins, from that day on, he survived in the world just to atone for his sins and pray for them.

Of course, Jiang Yingsi also took out the photo beads that the evil spirit recognized at that time.

Mu Wanwan looked at the mouths of the people around her opening and closing, and suddenly felt tired.

She stood on the mountain path for a long time, the cool breeze clearing her mind.

However, I was caught off guard and heard the whispers of passersby.

"I heard that Taoist Qinghui finally changed his mind and wants to kill Feng Yuan."

"The five major sects jointly protested. It wouldn't be appropriate for Taoist Qinghui to decide otherwise."

"In the final analysis, Feng Yuan killed someone. If he hadn't killed someone, nothing would have happened to him."

"Don't say that. I heard that there was a disciple of Qingyin Pavilion who went around defrauding ignorant girls and then left. The number of people killed was no less than those killed by Feng Yuan."

"There is no evidence, unlike Feng Yuan's solid evidence."

"Speaking of which, how is the person you just mentioned doing now?"

"The wind is booming."

Mu Wanwan closed her ears and suddenly smiled, as if she was relieved.

Immediately, he summoned Cheng Yan, flew with his sword for half a day, and saw Fengyuan in a small town within Taiyan Palace.

When her sword fell, it kicked up a cloud of dust.

Feng Yuan waved his sleeves and slowly fanned the dust away.

"Why are you here?" There was still unfinished surprise on his face.

"There is a photo bead at the scene." Mu Wanwan's voice was clear and quiet.

The expression on Feng Yuan's face remained unchanged.

"You already knew?"

Feng Yuan smiled: "I don't know, but there will always be a day, right? This time they pushed me away, isn't it because they are afraid that I still have the peak power to stop them? And Tanhua Sect is willing to cooperate,

It proves that they also want me dead."

"But I don't want to." Mu Wanwan's voice was loud.

Feng Yuan was shocked, as if this was a bigger shock than his imminent death.

After a moment, he regained consciousness and reached out to touch Mu Wanwan, but Mu Wanwan dodged it.

"Wanwan, I will die sooner or later. If I don't surrender to him, I will die."

Mu Wanwan's tears kept falling: "Then I beg you, please don't go back now. Even if you die, don't go back now, okay?"

Feng Yuan stretched out his hand to wipe away her tears: "Awan, let me go back. I should go and accept my ending."

Mu Wanwan looked at Feng Yuan's firm eyes and could no longer reach out to stop him.

When the moon was at its peak, Feng Yuan came back.

Bathed in moonlight and dew, he walked toward his death peacefully.

With one palm, the blood spurted out was about to turn the moon red.

With one strike of the sword, his thin body shook until he collapsed weakly.