"Roar--"
A beast roar suddenly came.
A young beast dressed in pitch black suddenly emerged from Feng Qingwu's sleeves, its bright beast eyes staring at Sword Lord Qingheng warily.
When Qingheng Sword Master's murderous intention arose, Mu Jiuke noticed that he had been resting on Feng Qingwu's sleeves because of exhaustion. Anyway, Qingshan's sleeves were wide and he was small in size when he was young.
Because of this, he was hiding just right.
It's just that Mu Jiuke really didn't expect that the situation of Fengqing Wu Sect was so complicated, and that she could have so many troubles...
"I am in a mess."
Mu Jiuke murmured in his heart, but he still stared at Sword Lord Qingheng, and he did not miss the faint trace of murderous intent!
"Be good, Xiaobai, I'm fine."
At this time, Feng Qingwu also reacted, raised his hand and rubbed the cub's little head, and hid it again in his wide sleeves.
Feng Qingwu secretly thought that Xiaobai was still too weak to be exposed to others, otherwise if it died, he would also die.
Unexpectedly, Mu Jiuke was so anxious that he wanted to bite her.
This stupid woman is too weak. If she dies, she will be left alone!
Feng Qingwu & Mu Jiuke: Alas, she/it is too weak...
At this time, Sword Lord Qingheng also restrained his well-hidden killing intent and asked instead: "Qingwu, who are you?"
"It's just a weak spiritual pet that I brought back."
Hearing this, Sword Lord Qingheng withdrew his gaze meaningfully. Although it was quite hidden, he could vaguely see the extraordinary nature of Mu Jiuke's bloodline.
It seems that her chances are better than he thought...
With everyone looking at him like this, Sword Lord Qingheng can no longer avoid it. The chief of his sect was slapped in the face like this, and now he is still complaining in public. If Sword Lord Qingheng doesn't respond anymore——
I'm afraid it will also cause dissatisfaction from other people in the sect.
Qingheng Sword Lord said: "I have already known about this matter and have sent people to investigate, but we still need to wait for some time."
"Qingwu, I'll come to the main peak later. I need to ask you about the specific circumstances and process of that day in order to find out who did it."
Feng Qingwu cupped his hands and said, "Yes, Master."
…
Soon, the news about Feng Qingwu spread throughout Tianxuan Sect.
Especially after she told the story of the attack in public, no one thought that Feng Qingwu, who had become a useless person, could still come back with the qualifications of Tianlinggen and still occupy the position of chief.
Almost everyone wants to know what kind of opportunity she got.
But the noise from the outside world did not affect Feng Qingwu. At this moment, she was following Sword Lord Qingheng to the cave at the main peak of Tianxuan Sect.
——This is the residence of Sword Lord Qingheng.
Outside the cave, next to the stream, an ancient tree stretches out its branches and leaves, almost blocking out the sky and the sun. There is a stone table and two stone benches on the left and right in the shadow. On the stone table is an unfinished chess game. .
Feng Qingwu and Qingheng Jianjun sat opposite each other, each holding a sword.
Mu Jiuke, who followed, lay lazily on Feng Qingwu's lap. He seemed lazy, but his eyes were fixed on Qingheng Sword Lord.
When the wind passes by, the branches and leaves of the ancient trees sway and rustle.
Feng Qingwu pressed the black piece on the chessboard and suddenly said: "If you think about it carefully, this disciple has not been here for a long time."
"indeed so."
Qingheng Sword Lord said in a deep voice, but he didn't pay attention.
Feng Qingwu, on the other hand, subconsciously raised her eyes to look at him and whispered: "This re-cultivation actually reminds the disciples of the past."
"My disciple has neither father nor mother. He has been an orphan since he can remember, wandering around. When he was working as a beggar in a small village, he encountered bandits. They burned, killed and looted the village, and I almost died."
Qingheng Sword Lord didn't understand why Feng Qingwu mentioned the past, but there was a reason why he specifically asked her to come.
Before asking about the opportunity, Sword Master Qingheng didn't mind a few perfunctory words.
"Yes, I still remember."
"Is it……"
Feng Qingwu chuckled, not caring, but with a hint of reminiscence in his eyes: "Disciple still remembers that I fled all the way to avoid bandits. If I had not met Master, I would have died long ago."
Qingheng Sword Lord did not speak, but just lowered his head and played chess.
He was only in the Nascent Soul stage at that time and was afraid that there would be no hope of breakthrough. Seeing Feng Qingwu's talent, he thought that he could pass on the mantle before his death...
However, later he also broke through to become a god and lived for thousands of years.
Feng Qingwu didn't pay attention, or didn't care, and continued: "From that day on, this disciple has thought about cultivating well, to thank his teacher for his kindness, to become the chief, and to be at the forefront for the entire Tianxuan Sect."
"In the position of chief, reputation, interests, power... the disciples don't want anything, they are all dedicated to the sect. The only thing they get is the privilege of skewing resources, nothing more."
"But I have never regretted it from the beginning to the end, because I am repaying my kindness, the kindness of Tianxuanmen, and the kindness of you, Master."
Qingheng Jianjun paused and said softly: "Yes."
Before her accident, as a genius in the Nascent Soul stage, even if she was the chief of Tianxuan Sect, there were countless sects who wanted to poach them...
However, Feng Qingwu never paid attention to it.
A 'ding' sound.
The black spots on her fingers fell: "Master, I admit that in all these years, I have never owed Tianxuan Sect a single point, and I have never disobeyed you once. As the chief, I have a clear conscience, and the same is true for my disciples."
Speaking of this, Feng Qingwu stopped talking.
He just raised his eyes and stared at Sword Lord Qingheng quietly.
In her previous life, even after experiencing the betrayal of her Taoist companions and junior brothers, Feng Qingwu still survived. If she had not believed in Qingheng Sword Master and took the initiative to drink the poison, she would not have been made into a human elixir alive!
Her master also taught her everything he could and gave her careful guidance.
Take her back to Tianxuan Sect and make her become a direct descendant despite all objections.
For the position of chief, he personally tested her and helped her ascend to the position.
But now...
He was the one who wanted to force her down and kill her to make the elixir.
Feng Qingwu didn't understand, but after seeing Yue Mingshi, everything changed completely, as if he was a different person. Qingheng Sword Lord, who once cared about the inheritance of Tianxuan Sect, seemed to be blinded by "love".
Along with Feng Qingwu's silence, the atmosphere became stagnant.
But there wasn't much change on Sword Lord Qingheng's face, but there was just a hint of uneasiness in his heart - could she have noticed something?
"I know that you were wronged by the attack."
Qingheng Sword Lord paused: "I will have people investigate this matter thoroughly, but I wonder how much Qingwu remembers this matter and the person who did it?"
What he cares about, of course, is whether he is exposed.
Even if Feng Qingwu really knew something, Sword Master Qingheng thought he could still capture her easily, but...
Shi'er is not sure, she might be injured.
Therefore, Qingheng Sword Lord asked the situation tactfully.
Feng Qingwu was naturally aware of his intentions. He half-closed his eyes and wiped away the last trace of confusion and pain in his eyes: "I don't remember anything. I only remember that there were two men in black, whose identities are a mystery."
"Yes, I know."
Qingheng Sword Master replied, as if he was relieved. If Feng Qingwu hadn't noticed something was wrong, he wouldn't have noticed anything strange at all.
But just when Sword Lord Qingheng was still about to ask——
Feng Qingwu suddenly stood up and interrupted him. His eyes no longer had the soft look that he recalled before: "Master, what this disciple owes you and the kindness I owe to Tianxuan Sect is enough."
All that's left is hatred!
