With the only moonlight, Feng Wuchen bypassed the entire Fuyao Palace and came to the other side of the mountain.
This place is not as grand as the front of Fuyao Palace. There are only a few broken wooden houses located on the mountainside, which looks extremely lonely.
After walking along a path overgrown with weeds for a while, Feng Wuchen came to a tomb. On the tombstone, he saw "Tomb of Meng Guyan" carved in blood-red cinnabar!
Compared to the overgrown weeds on the path, the tomb is rather clean. There are candles and paper money that were recently replaced in front of the tomb.
"well……"
Feng Wuchen let out a long sigh, knelt down on his knees, and knocked to the bottom.
"Master...disciple is here to see you..."
But at this time.
"rustle……"
Only the sound of swaying weeds could be heard.
Feng Wuchen suddenly turned his head and saw a ragged figure with gray hair and a wrinkled face, slowly walking toward him.
Seeing this person, Feng Wuchen's eyes trembled, and a title blurted out: "Uncle Zhong!"
When Uncle Zhong heard this sound, the old man's dull eyes instantly trembled, revealing a bit of light: "You are..."
Hearing that familiar tone, the old man almost said something, but when he saw the appearance and cultivation of the young man in front of him, he frowned deeply.
"you……"
He met Feng Wuchen's eyes, hesitated for a long time, and then tentatively said: "Are you... the young master?"
Feng Wuchen looked excited and hurriedly stepped forward: "Uncle Zhong...how are you after more than a hundred years of separation?"
After hearing this familiar greeting and tone, the old man finally confirmed something. He immediately knelt on his knees and burst into tears: "Young master... you are really the young master! Young master... accept my respect from this slave!"
Feng Wuchen quickly lifted the old man up.
"Uncle Zhong, wake up... I didn't expect that I should change my appearance now, but you
You still recognize me..."
At this moment, Feng Wuchen couldn't help but feel a warm current flowing through his heart.
This old man was an old servant who had been with Meng Guyan for thousands of years. Feng Wuchen only knew him as Uncle Zhong.
Uncle Zhong was a humble man, and he was even more loyal to him and Meng Guyan. Otherwise, he would not have stayed here even after Meng Guyan had been dead for many years.
Before, he had been thinking of confessing his identity to his old friend, but now that he met his old servants and elders, he let down his guard even more.
The old man's eyes stared deeply at him, and his voice was choked with sobs: "Of course I will not forget the young master! I have watched the young master grow up... Even though you have changed your skin, the look in your eyes is still the same as mine.
I will never forget it for the rest of my life!"
"Uncle Zhong..."
"Young Master! It's windy here, follow the old servant into the house quickly!"
Feng Wuchen smiled bitterly: "Uncle Zhong, I am no longer the frail child I used to be..."
Uncle Zhong looked stubborn: "In the heart of this old slave, the young master will always be the young master!"
"..."
After a while, the two returned to the wooden house in the mountains.
Although this wooden house is simple, it is neatly kept.
Feng Wuchen still remembered that Uncle Zhong was like this in the past, working hard every day and taking care of their master and apprentice's daily life.
Unexpectedly, Meng Guyan is no longer here. Even though the news of his "death" has been reported for nearly a hundred years, this old servant is already here.
After a while, the old man brought a bowl of tea.
"Young Master! They all said that you died in the battle of Longyuan a hundred years ago, but I don't believe it! But you are
What happened on earth? Why has your cultivation level become so low? And... I can no longer sense your nine-vein body..."
Feng Wuchen smiled bitterly: "Alas... In fact, I was indeed dead at that time, but that treasure retained a trace of my remnant soul and brought it to the lower world, allowing me to re-enter reincarnation! But my
All my cultivation has been wasted!"
"I see... Are the rumors true? Did you really get that legendary treasure?"
When asked, Feng Wuchen's pupils trembled slightly and he was stunned for a moment, but he quickly returned to normal and nodded: "Well! If not... I wouldn't have been able to return to heaven so quickly!"
Uncle Zhong nodded, and suddenly said: "By the way, young master! Some time ago, when I was sorting out the master's belongings, I accidentally discovered something, which should be left for you."
"Leave it to me?" Feng Wuchen raised his eyebrows slightly: "What is it?"
"Please take a look!"
As he spoke, Uncle Zhong moved forward and groped for something in his arms.
Arriving in front of Feng Wuchen.
"Whoosh!"
There was only a flash of cold light, and the next moment, a bright dagger was stabbing towards him quickly.
"Uncle Zhong!"
Uncle Zhong's cultivation level is that of a god, and his speed is not slow. At such a close distance, Feng Wuchen has no way to avoid it.
"laugh!"
The dagger pierced his lower abdomen, and Feng Wuchen groaned, his eyes full of disbelief.
"Uncle Zhong... you... why do you want to harm me?"
At this moment, I saw that there was no loyalty or kindness in the old man's eyes? There was only indifference and murderous intent.
"Young Master... I'm sorry! You are the one who deserves to die, why do you have to come back?"
"You...why? Why did you betray me..."
"Why?" The old man saw that the overall situation was decided, but he was not in a hurry to kill Feng Wuchen. Instead, he stared deeply at the white-haired young man in front of him and said: "Because in the past hundred years, this old slave has figured out many things!
"
"..."
"The young master certainly doesn't know that after your death, a man and a woman came to see the old slave."
One man and one woman?
Feng Wuchen's eyes flashed sharply, and he had already guessed who Uncle Zhong was talking about.
The next moment, he asked himself like an old man and answered: "Haha... The man's name is Han Xiang, and the woman's name is Yao Ji! They gave me a lot of practice resources and told me that if one day, the young master... or
If anyone related to the young master comes here, be sure to inform them!"
Feng Wuchen's eyes became more serious: "Did they guess that I'm not dead?"
But Uncle Zhong shook his head: "No... they think they have killed you! But there are always accidents, right? The two of them are only Heavenly Kings, but they cannot withstand the revenge of a Heavenly Lord, let alone them.
A little careless, they knew that if the young master had not died, he would definitely come to Fuyao Palace to visit his master's grave. Now it seems that their caution was right!"
"Ahem..." Feng Wuchen coughed up a mouthful of blood: "You...you have been in a state of poverty for half your life, but it was Master who saved you and taught you how to practice! How can you bear to betray someone for a little benefit..."
"Who said I did it for the little favor they gave me?"
"and you……"
There was a scene of murder and madness in Uncle Zhong's eyes: "Hahaha... I didn't agree to their conditions at the beginning, nor did I accept their things! As you said, I won't betray you for this little benefit, but...
...Young Master, you should never, absolutely should not expose Long Yuan on you!"
Chapter completed!