Return of the War God

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

Seemingly feeling the warmth brought by the sun, Ye Wuque was shaken all over. The fighting spirit of the Holy Dao, which had been cultivated overnight, slowly subsided, and the tightly closed eyes opened immediately, which happened to meet Xian'er's clear eyes, which revealed A sweet smile.

With joy on his face, Ye Wuque hurriedly stood up and asked with concern: "Xian'er, you woke up, 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 she was wearing healing medicine. Xian'er understood that last night, this boy who looked like his own brother might have been saved again. She died.

There was a trace of inexplicable reluctance on Xian'er's beautiful face, and she sat up on the bed and looked at Ye Wuque with a bright smile: "Brother Wuque, if it wasn't for you last night, Xian'er would have turned into a flying girl long ago. Ashes, speaking, this is the second time you have saved Xian'er's life, brother Wuque."

Xian'er's voice was clear and sweet, but it contained sincere gratitude and deep affection.

These words fell in Ye Wuque's ears, and he pretended to be angry: "Xian'er, if you are so out of touch with brother Wuque, brother Wuque will leave."

"Okay, Xian'er knows she's wrong."

In the past ten years, Ye Wuque and Xian'er have accumulated a very deep brother and sister relationship. For Ye Wuque, in the entire Murong family, only Murong Changqing and Xian'er can't let go. The former is him Respected elder, the latter is his beloved sister.

"Xian'er, since you're fine, I'm relieved. You have a good rest. I'll go first, and I'll see you later."

The boy who stayed all night touched Xian'er's hair and was about to turn around and leave. He knew that Xian'er might be hiding a secret. After all, the scene last night made him understand a lot, but what about it?

For Ye Wuque, Xian'er was his younger sister, and he wouldn't ask if the younger sister didn't want to say it. The important thing was that as long as Xian'er was safe and sound.

Xian'er's smiling face turned into deep reluctance at some point. Looking at Ye Wuque's figure about to leave, she suddenly said faintly, "Brother Wuque, Xian'er... is leaving..."

The girl's reluctant words fell in Ye Wuque's ears, causing him to stop walking, and a trace of reluctance flashed in his eyes. Perhaps in Ye Wuque's heart, he already knew that Xian'er would leave Murong's house sooner or later, but he didn't expect it. It came so fast.

"Brother Wuque, Xian'er, like you, was fostered in Murong's house. It's been ten years now. In the past ten years, Xian'er has lived very peacefully and happily. Although the Murong family is small, there is a peacefulness that is not found elsewhere. Peaceful, here, I don't need to be afraid or sad in my life. And you, brother Wuque, you are always by Xian'er's side, let Xian'er feel the warmth of her family, and let Xian'er understand that there are still fairy in this world Xian'er will not forget all these things that Er cherishes..."

It seems that the string in her heart has been deeply plucked, and Xian'er's clear eyes secretly burst into tears, but she is not too sad, just deeply saddened.

A pair of warm and fair hands gently embraced the girl in his arms, Ye Wuque stroked Xian'er's hair with reluctance in his eyes, but a low voice sounded in Xian'er's ears: "Silly Xian'er, again It's not parting from the Murong family, but it 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. How many tears did you shed?"

"Puchi"

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

Xian'er's reluctant heart seemed to be diluted a lot by Ye Wuque's teasing, she looked at Ye Wuque's handsome face with gentle eyes, and asked gently, "Brother Wuque, you must come to see him in the future. Xian'er, are you alright?"

Feeling Xian'er's expectation and anxiety, Ye Wuque couldn't help feeling sour. He had no parents by his side since he was a child, and he separated from Uncle Fu early. Although Murong Changqing regarded him as his own, he brought him to Ye Wuque. It is Xian'er who feels the most tender and like family members of the same generation.

Now that the separation may be imminent, Ye Wuque's reluctance to part is no less than Xian'er.

"Of course, no matter how far the journey is, Brother Wuque will definitely visit 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, nodding her head heavily, and the two looked at each other with a warm smile.

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"After this parting, I don't know what it will be like to meet again? Sora, can people really escape from parting?"

The slightly melancholy words sounded softly in my heart. Ye Wuque, who had left Xian'er's small building, was walking on the stone path. The breeze brought a trace of parting reluctance and gently brushed Ye Wuque's cheek.

"Hehe, there is no such thing as a banquet in the world, even if it is a close relative of blood, one day, there will be partings... Don't worry, this little girl is from the lineage of Fengluan Tiannv. Fengluan Tiannv must also have a high status, although I don't know why Fengluan Tiannv would let such a disciple be fostered in a small place like Murong's family, but her future life will only get better and better."

"Fengluan Goddess? She seems to be very powerful. What kind of existence is she?"

Ye Wuque is not surprised that Kong can know Fengluan Tiannv, Kong just lost the most important memory about who he is, but he can still remember some other memories that are not very important to him, such as identifying Dan The same goes for medicine.

The goddess Fengluan made Ye Wuque feel a little curious.

"In my residual memory, there are some descriptions of this, which is why I can tell that the little girl is melting the true spirit. Fengluan Tiannv does not represent a person, but a collective name for a long-standing power. , They are all women from top to bottom, but they are all powerful and extraordinary, even in the place where the forces gather, they have a very strong reputation!"

"Fengluan Tiannv's lineage is unique and powerful, all of which originate from their inherent companion true spirit. Every year, Fengluan Tiannv sends countless disciples and children to explore the world to find out if the true spirit is still alive. The baby girl who was swaddled into the family, and this little girl wants to come here too. However, although Fengluan Tiannv's lineage is strong, her temper is also weird, and it is difficult to get along with her."

"Oh? It's a rather strange force.

Ye Wuque was also secretly surprised by Kong's explanation, but he also understood that Xian'er would not suffer after returning to Fengluan, and the worries in his heart were temporarily put down.

"In short, work hard. With your aptitude, if it wasn't for the purpose of condensing the origin of the holy law of fighting and fighting for ten years, your achievements today would definitely not be under that Junshan Lie. But everything will cost you ten years. Condensing the source of the Holy Law in years, in the future, you will gain great fortune from it. There is no shortage, this world is very big, as long as you continue to become stronger, one day, you will find that this world is infinitely wonderful."

Ye Wuque didn't understand that this was Kong's enlightenment in disguise, smiled slightly, packed up his mood, his figure flashed, and he hurried towards the place where Murong Changqing lived.

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

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

"Stinky boy, since you're here, what are you doing outside, don't come in yet!"

There was a full-bodied voice from the room, and when he heard Murong Changqing's words, Ye Wuque's heart was slightly relieved, he understood that Murong Changqing's injury was no longer a serious problem.

Murong Changqing sat on the chair in the living room, her face was ruddy, as if she had just finished practicing, when she saw Ye Wuque coming in, a smile appeared on her face.

"Uncle Changqing, is your injury okay?"

Approaching Murong Changqing, Ye Wuque asked.

"It's okay, Jun Shanlie didn't kill me, he just hurt me. After a few days of rest, he will recover."

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

Hearing that Murong Changqing mentioned Jun Shanlie, Ye Wuque's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he was immediately caught by Murong Changqing without concealing it.

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

"Uncle Changqing, don't worry, in four years, I will definitely defeat Jun Shanlie and avenge you for yesterday's revenge!"

Ye Wuque's tone was decisive, it was obvious that Ye Wuque had already killed Jun Shanlie!

Seeing the young man in front of him carrying the burden alone, Murong Changqing was moved but also worried, but then this worry was swept away, because he knew that the Ye Wuque of today is no longer the Ye of the past. No shortage of!

He has risen again, and this time, it will definitely shine brightly. After four years, who would dare to conclude that Ye Wuque would not be able to defeat Jun Shanlie?

"Wu Que, if you come to me, you must have something to ask?"

Seeming to know what Ye Wuque was thinking, Murong Changqing said with a smile.

"Well, Wu Que came to say goodbye to you first. 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 say goodbye to you."

Looking at Murong Changqing, Ye Wuque replied.

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

Murong Changqing's face was full of smiles. Ye Wuque was able to represent Longguang's main city in the Hundred Cities Battle, which 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 thing Wuque came here is to 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, and there was a touch of nostalgia in his eyes.

"Wu Que, I know that you will ask me about this matter sooner or later. Anyway, now you should know about that person, that is, Uncle Fu."

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

"It was eleven years ago. Because I couldn't see the few monks who burned, killed and looted outside the main city of Longguang, I wanted to get rid of them in a fit of anger, but I didn't expect to fall into the tricks of those people. ."

"Although the cultivation of those few people can't compare to me, they can also pose a threat to me when combined, plus I was careless and ambushed for a while, and when I was about to die, that person appeared!"

Speaking of this, Murong Changqing's eyes flashed with a glimmer of admiration and reverence!

"I can't forget it to this day. I just pointed at the three people lightly, and the three masters who were in the fifth realm of spirit-cleaning realm turned into flying ashes and dissipated between heaven and earth."

Murong Changqing's tone trembled a little, obviously Fu Bo's terrifying means still made him unforgettable to this day.

Ye Wuque was also inexplicably excited in his heart, so Uncle Fu was indeed a powerful cultivator.

"Although that person appeared to be middle-aged, his aura was as deep as the sea and boundless, and he had a sleeping little boy on his back at the time."

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

"However, that person coughs from time to time. I even saw dark red bloodstains between his sleeves. Although I am not a healer, I can still tell that that person has dark wounds and has been around for a long time. ."

As soon as these words came out, Ye Wuque was shocked!