"The Lord of Southern Xinjiang, Qu Feixuan, is your sixth senior sister, but it doesn't matter that I haven't met her. She has been a lunatic from before. She used to pester the master to promise that he would not accept any more disciples in the future and let her become a closed disciple. I don't want to Someone else will share Master's love." The originally gentle Emperor Donghua frowned when he mentioned the Lord of Southern Xinjiang, his tone full of disgust and even some contempt.
"What happened next?" Ancestor Wanling couldn't remember anything, so he listened with great interest.
"Later, didn't she take in your seventh brother and you? She started fighting with your seventh brother every day. They had a good relationship in front of the master. They fought every day behind the master's back. One time, she almost killed someone and beat the seventh brother. She was seriously injured and dying. The master was furious and said that he would expel her from the master. She knelt for three days and three nights and begged the master for forgiveness. After that, she never dared to make a mistake again. This man was extremely possessive. He even beat himself up when he went crazy. If he didn't get along, It's good that she recognizes her." Emperor Donghua said.
Ancestor Wanling hugged himself subconsciously and trembled: "Is this person so perverted? Why didn't Master beat her to death?"
"Almost, it's a pity." Emperor Donghua said calmly, but the content of his words made Wan Ling feel uneasy.
Ancestor Wanling was silent. It could be seen that the second senior brother did not like to see the sixth senior sister.
"What about Seventh Senior Brother?" Ancestor Wanling asked.
"This is Bai Muye, the master of Qianshan Snow Palace. Ever since Master's accident, he has become colder and colder. It's not surprising that he doesn't recognize you. After all, what he cares about most is Master. But he is not a good person either. , when he was severely injured by your Sixth Senior Sister, we all thought it was his deliberate plan. With his strength, it was impossible for him to be beaten like that." Emperor Donghua explained.
Ancestor Wanling was silent for a moment and said: "Second Senior Brother, is the relationship between our disciples very bad?"
Emperor Donghua was also silent, and after a while he said: "No. We can share the burden together if something goes wrong, but if we compete for favor in front of the master, we will be opponents again."
So teachers can share difficulties, but cannot share blessings?
Ancestor Wanling vaguely remembered that he seemed to be very clingy to his master when he was a child. No, it should be said that he was also very clinging to his master when he grew up.
Emperor Donghua glanced at Gu Qingxi who was lying on the bed, and asked Patriarch Wanling: "Junior brother, she..."
Ancestor Wanling looked at Gu Qingxi who was lying on the bed, interrupted what Emperor Donghua was saying, and curled his lips and said:
"She's a little devil, Gu Qingxi. I met her when I first woke up. She was so cruel. She poked people's heads open as soon as she came up. She scared me. She looks soft. Those who are weak and weak are actually vicious and cruel...
I asked her to help me find the paradise I had left behind.
She is very fierce and has a sharp tongue, so I often fool her and call her stupid.
In this trial place, I would sometimes fall into a deep sleep, and sometimes I would wake up and see her beating you people in Donghua Palace.
But she was so cruel. Not counting one robbery, there were people who were robbed by her twice or three times. He also likes to crush other people’s ribs, he is a real little devil..."
Ancestor Wan Ling started chatting and kept complaining. He didn't notice that Emperor Donghua's expression became more and more strange.
Emperor Donghua finally couldn't help but interrupt Wanling Patriarch: "Little junior brother, why did you fool her into thinking she was stupid?"
As soon as Wanling Ancestor mentioned this, he became jealous again beyond all recognition: "It's about learning formations and weapon refining. I remember that my senior brothers learned it for a long time, but she mastered it in a short time, which made me mad. That made me mad. I definitely made it harder for her to learn, and then she spent more time, and I laughed at how stupid she was. In fact, she learned these things much faster than us. Fast and good."
Emperor Donghua was silent.
Of course it's fast and good. All the disciples' formations and weapon refining were taught by the master. How difficult would it be for the master to learn it again?
"Junior brother, do you not remember Master?" Emperor Donghua asked such a question.
When Ancestor Wanling heard this, he immediately said excitedly: "Of course I remember my master, my master is the best master in the world!"
Emperor Donghua said again: "But you don't remember the face of Master?"
Ancestor Wanling felt as if he was stuck, scratched his head, and said distressedly: "I can't remember your appearance, but I know that I have the best master, as well as my senior brothers and sisters."
Emperor Donghua understood, then looked at Ancestor Wanling, then at Gu Qingxi who was lying on the bed, and said in a deep voice: "Now I finally understand why you were beaten the most by Master when you were a child."
"What?" Ancestor Wanling was confused.
"I think the first thing Master will do when he gets his memory back is to beat you to death." Emperor Donghua said calmly.
Ancestor Wanling: "???"
Why? Ancestor Wanling's eyes were full of question marks.
"By the way, Second Senior Brother, is that Zhong Licang your son?" Patriarch Wanling suddenly remembered this.
"No." Emperor Donghua denied immediately.
Ancestor Wanling just asked for it.
Emperor Donghua said: "That's me."
Many questions appeared in the eyes of Ancestor Wanling again. What's the meaning?
"It was transformed by a touch of my soul, just for the convenience of walking outside." Emperor Donghua said. Regarding this matter, many people in Donghua Palace speculated that Zhong Lizang was the son of their palace lord, after all, he looked too much like him. But the palace owner never admitted or said who Zhong Lizang's mother was. So everyone in Donghua Palace filled their heads with tens of thousands of words about all kinds of love, hate, and hatred. Of course, no one dared to ask their palace master.
Ancestor Wan Ling just said something.
Emperor Donghua stretched out his hand and gently touched the head of Ancestor Wanling, and whispered: "The time has not come yet, I will erase your memory first, you continue to stay with her, wait until you remember everything. Your body will be kept by senior brother for you, so don’t worry. I look forward to the day when our masters can reunite again."
Before Wanling Patriarch could realize what Emperor Donghua meant, his vision went dark, turned into a puff of green smoke, and went back into the small mirror that contained the soul.
Emperor Donghua looked at Gu Qingxi on the bed and sighed softly.
Junior brother Su Wanling did receive the most beatings from his master when he was a child, but he was also his most beloved disciple.
So in the end, the younger brother did not hesitate to use his soul as a guide and risk the soul's dissipation, vowing to bring the master back to this world again.
And he did it. It is true that the master loves his little apprentice the most.
The junior brother did it, but paid a huge price.
Disoriented and confused.
It can be seen that the younger brother's soul has reached the point where it is about to dissipate before, but fortunately, it is now supported by magical weapons, so it has not collapsed and dissipated.
This magic weapon that nourishes the soul was probably found by the master.
Therefore, even if the master does not remember his younger brother, he will still care about him and love him.
Emperor Donghua slowly knelt down beside the bed, stretched out his hand and held Gu Qingxi's hand.
He stared blankly at Gu Qingxi's calm face, and finally sighed: "Master..."
