Return of the War God

Bo brought himself, but was injured all the time?

In Ye Wuque's memory, Fu Bo was like his father to him, and he always felt as broad as the sea, with a warm smile on the corner of his mouth.

Although Ye Wuque couldn't remember what happened before he was four years old, Ye Wuque knew that he and Uncle Fu had been to many places. Perhaps, he was raised by Uncle Fu since he was still a baby.

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

After all, Ye Wuque couldn't help but ask.

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

"I remember very clearly, he said, 'This is an injury many years ago, and it won't die if it gets better, don't worry about it'. This sentence made me stunned, but seeing that person doesn't care, I can't help it."

"Injury from many years ago? Can't you die?"

Murong Changqing's words made Ye Wuque's heart sink, it seems that a lot of things happened to Uncle Fu.

"Later, I invited him to be a guest at Murong's house, so he brought you to Murong's house. He stayed at Murong's house for more than a month. During this period, you woke up from a deep sleep, but I found that When you were only four years old at the time, you lost your previous memory. But he was not surprised. In the end, he entrusted you to my Murong family, and left the blood dragon jade, and then floated away in one night. I didn't leave you a word, just like this, disappeared without a trace..."

Murong Changqing finished speaking quietly, the memories of that person, if not for Ye Wuque's existence in the past eleven years, it seems like a dream, floating in and out. No one knew where he went or where he came from. The only person who could possibly know was Ye Wuque, but this child lost that memory.

Ye Wuque seems to be calm on the surface, but his heart is like a wave that can't calm down for a long time!

The ten years of perseverance, the answer that is not an answer from Murong Changqing's mouth at this moment has made Ye Wudee confused for a while, Fu Bo's whereabouts are still a mystery, those years of dark wounds, amnesia of himself, quietly leaving , all affect Ye Wuque's nerves.

"call"

Taking a deep breath, he touched his chest, feeling the blood dragon jade and the letter, and the confusion in Ye Wuque's heart was gradually swept away!

"Uncle Fu, Wu Que will definitely find you!"

Feeling this persistence from Ye Wuque, Murong Changqing secretly sighed, this child was born tough and persistent, and even a little paranoid. Just like he had hidden his cultivation for ten years, but suddenly exploded yesterday for a blood dragon jade! How could this be possible if it were not for unavoidable bitterness and terrible patience?

Up to now, Murong Changqing still thinks that Ye Wuque is a hidden cultivation base. After all, within a month, his cultivation base has skyrocketed from the fifth level of physical training, to the great perfection of physical training, and he can't even think about it. Think, it is too appalling.

But all this is no longer important, Murong Changqing did not want to ask, he knew that Ye Wuque had his own ideas, just like when he made his own decision to let his daughter Murong Binglan and Ye Wuque marry, Ye Wuque had asked Ye Wuque several times. He took his life back. It's just that they didn't expect that the marriage contract would eventually become the fuse for Ye Wuque and Murong Tian's battle.

"Perhaps, that girl Binglan doesn't have this blessing at all... Forget it, the young people's business is up to them..."

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

Back in his hut, Ye Wuque sat alone for a while, and Kong did not disturb him.

"Kong, you said that with a single finger, three monks in the fifth realm of the world can be turned into flying ashes, and they can also erase people's memories. How much cultivation does it take to do this?"

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

"Remember the old man in yellow next to Jun Shanlie? He and Qi Shilong should be at the same level of cultivation. The strength of these two people has surpassed the Seven Great Realms of Washing Fans and reached another level. For the two of them, they can kill three monks in the fifth spiritual realm with one finger, but if they want to turn the three monks in the spiritual realm into ashes, even if they are dozens of times stronger It is absolutely impossible to do. As for erasing a piece of memory of a person without causing any harm, that is not something that can be done simply by cultivation, it must only be done by a cultivator who has mastered powerful supernatural powers.”

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

Hearing Sora's answer, Ye Wuque narrowed his eyes, and a slight judgment flashed in his heart.

"The Lord of Longguang City, Qi Shilong, who has surpassed the Seven Great Realms of Cleansing Fans, can't do anything even if he is dozens of times stronger, but Uncle Fu can easily do it; Uncle Fu can easily do things like erasing other people's memories. It can be done. Although this shows that Uncle Fu is likely to be an almost invincible monk! But even so, Uncle Fu still has secret injuries for many years, and he left me in the Murong family as a foster home, so it is very likely that Uncle Fu is afraid of something , whether there will be a more powerful opponent than Fu Bo who has been targeting Fu Bo, so that Fu Bo has traveled to many places with my young me, this may be escaping."

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

"And, if my conjecture is correct, Faber and my parents must have a very close relationship, otherwise he would not have escaped with me like a burden. So where are my parents now? Are they still alive? ?"

As soon as a thought arises, a hundred thoughts arise.

Figuring out a problem often leads to more problems. Based on some current information, Ye Wuque is not completely sure about his guesses. Only by getting more information about Fu Bo can he confirm these guesses. .

"Battle of a hundred cities, war of a hundred cities... Will there really be news of Uncle Fu in the first main city? If there is, then no one can stop me!"

At this moment, Ye Wuque's edge will be revealed. 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 die for ten years and practice hard.

Now, since there is news about Fu Bo, he will continue to pursue it!

"buzz"

The pale golden Holy Dao battle qi flowed out from the body, the golden red qi and blood surged, and Ye Wuque once again entered the practice.

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

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

Cultivation has no time. In this way, a day will pass quickly.

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

For ten years, he has been busy cultivating and has never cared about other things. Now that he is about to leave, he is still a little melancholy. After all, this is where he grew up. After leaving this time, Ye Wuque has a feeling that he may not come back for many years. .

Ye Wuque walked slowly, letting the wind ruffle his black hair, and after a while, he came to the small building where Xian'er was.

After standing quietly for a while, Ye Wuque didn't go in. He didn't want to say goodbye to Xian'er, even though he knew that Xian'er was about to leave soon.

There are confidants in the sea, and if the ends of the earth are neighbors, the same is true for the love of brothers and sisters.

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

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

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

This female cultivator was wearing a blue water cloud robe, and her whole body exuded a icy aura. She couldn't see her face clearly. She looked at Xian'er in front of her, and suddenly said, her voice was hoarse: "Has anyone in the Murong family seen the spirit girl Rong Zhenling? ?"

This sentence does not carry a trace of emotion, like ice that has not melted in a thousand years.

Hearing the female cultivator's question, Xian'er's clear eyes did not fluctuate, without the warmth of being with Ye Wuque, she said lightly, "No."

"Very good, please leave with the old slave."

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

martial arts arena.

Ye Wuque carried a long black box on his back, Zhuoran was independent, surrounded by some Murong children whispering, especially those young girls, who kept scanning Ye Wuque with shyness and regret.

A shadowy figure stared at Ye Wuque silently in a corner, a pair of beautiful eyes flashed various complex expressions, and finally turned into a sigh, which contained confusion, shock, and a trace of inexplicable regret, and red lips on her beautiful face. Nibble, it was Murong Binglan...

In the other corner, Murong Tian squeezed his right hand together fiercely, his face was extremely distorted, his eyes looking at Ye Wuque were full of resentment!

"Ye Wuque! Ye Wuque! You took away my blood dragon jade! Take away my place! I won't let you go! I won't let you go..."

"call out"

After Ye Wuque waited for a quarter of an hour, there was a wave of fluctuations in the sky, and then three figures appeared at an extreme speed.

Ye Wuque looked up, and the leader was Qi Shilong, followed by a man and a woman. That girl, Ye Wuque had seen in the showdown with Murong Tian the day before yesterday, should be Lin Yingluo, the eldest young lady of the Lin family.

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

"buzz"

Qi Shilong raised his hand, and Ye Wuque realized that he was being held up by a huge force, and his entire body involuntarily moved closer to the three of them. In a flash, he came behind Qi Shilong and stood with Lin Yingluo.

Seeing that the three of them were complete, Qi Shilong laughed, and a faint halo emanated from his side, covering the three behind him, and then it turned into a halo and disappeared in the eyes of Murong's children.

Feeling the strange feeling of being in the air, Ye Wuque was a little unfamiliar, but suddenly heard a faint questioning voice from behind him: "A guy who doesn't even condense the moon, what qualifications does he have to participate with me, Sima Ao? Hundred Cities War?"

As soon as these words came out, Lin Yingluo's icy eyes flashed a little fluctuation, and her peripheral vision swept across Ye Wuque, and found that the latter's expression was as calm as ever, as if she hadn't heard it.