The next day, Bai Wuchen woke up before midnight. The disciples of Fanyin Hall had their morning classes today. There was everything in the lecture room. Most of the disciples in the front row were studying seriously, but there were some disciples who got up too early and kept typing.
I was taking a nap, my eyes were filled with tears, and I was yawning non-stop. Some disciples were fighting each other, noisy and laughing, until...
"Hurry! Fuguang Immortal Lord is here!" A disciple on guard whispered.
Until Bai Wuchen stepped into the lecture room and glanced sharply at the juniors, those who were sleepy and dozing all jumped up and sat upright, while those who were noisy immediately fell silent and pretended to study seriously...
Chu Huayu didn't open her eyes until she was asleep. She found that her wounds had been bandaged properly and her body almost no longer felt pain.
After getting up, she saw a lot of her favorite food on the table, and there was a note:
"Xiao Yu'er, remember to have breakfast."
Chu Huayu felt warm in his heart, Bai Wuchen was so gentle and considerate now.
Chu Huayu was angry, why was Bai Wuchen not her daughter-in-law?
Chu Huayu regretted that if... he hadn't died ten years ago and hadn't caused so many troubles... maybe the two of them would have had hope of becoming Taoist couples...
Chu Huayu couldn't remember many things. In her memory, Bai Wuchen would always be the cold-faced person who disliked and hated herself. Now that her memories had been restored, Chu Huayu realized that she and Bai Wuchen
Wuchen actually had a moment when his minds were connected.
She doesn't remember many things...
She really wanted to ask Bai Wuchen, but she didn't know how to ask...
Chu Huayu accidentally walked to a place, which was a small flower bed that he had planted in the past.
"Hahaha……"
Chu Huayu couldn't help but laugh when he thought of the small potted field he planted. After many years, the nursery was still the same under the nourishment of Bai Wuchen's spiritual power. Now, the garden in Yuyi Pavilion is full of flowers.
, there are many frost-repellent flowers, peonies, camellias, pansies, and even some delicate manchurian flowers.
Chu Huayu had been curious before, where did Bai Wuchen get these Netherworld Flowers?
Is it Huangquan?
Or hell...
“Ding dong dong…”
The wind chimes on the eaves and corners sounded softly in the wind.
Chu Huayu raised his eyes and saw that it was the flower-protecting bell he had hung up before. Unexpectedly...Bai Wuchen would leave it here, maybe he was too lazy to take it off...
The flower-protecting bell was already mottled and the sound was much softer. Chu Huayu happened to have nothing to do, so he used some magic to remove the flower-protecting bell.
"You!" Shen Qingchuan, who was not far away, opened his mouth wide and was speechless, unable to say a word.
Song Zifang and Xiao Qinghui also smiled awkwardly.
"What's wrong with me?" Chu Huayu asked with a puzzled smile.
"You! Why did you take it off?" Shen Qingchuan's tone was a little angry.
Chu Huayu disagreed: "This bell doesn't ring anymore! Why not change it to another one? Is there any problem?"
"Chu He, I advise you to hang it up, because the Immortal Lord Fuguang will not let us change it." Shen Qingchuan warned.
"Why?" Chu Huayu couldn't laugh or cry: "Are you afraid of wasting time?"
"No." Xiao Qinghui said: "It's just...this flower-protecting bell is of great significance to Master?"
"Extraordinary significance?" Shen Qingchuan looked puzzled: "Why is it so significant?"
"Master sometimes looks at this wind chime in a daze, sheds tears while looking at it, mutters to himself and doesn't know what he is talking about, and looks extremely sad..." Xiao Qinghui said.
"Why didn't I see it..." Shen Qingchuan said thoughtfully.
"Hahahaha!" Xiao Qinghui laughed ruthlessly: "Because you are stupid!"
"Ah? Isn't it just a flower-protecting bell?" Chu Huayu muttered softly.
"This is not an ordinary flower-protecting bell, it is something left by Fairy Si Ye." Song Zifang said, "Master is very sincere to Fairy Si Ye, so he has always treasured her things."
"What?" Chu Huayu was in disbelief and couldn't laugh or cry: "What can she leave behind?"
Chu Huayu really didn't remember what inheritance she would have after her death. She was obviously very poor, and her old home was burned down. How could she leave anything behind? If she had to have something, then it would only be her hosta and green umbrella.
——Mountain Ghost.
"Miss Chu, you can't say things like that." Song Zifang looked slightly angry. Like Bai Wuchen, he would not allow anyone to say disrespectful words to Fairy Si Ye.
"Huh?" Chu Huayu looked at Song Zifang innocently with wide eyes. She was Fairy Si Ye, but none of these people recognized her.
Song Zifang continued: "Our Master has a deep love for Fairy Si Ye. Miss Chu, please be careful what you say. We know that Master treats Miss Chu very differently, but we also know that no one can replace Fairy Si Ye in Master's heart."
position, so... I hope Miss Chu will not become the second Jiang Xiaoyu..."
The second Jiang Xiaoyu? I don’t know him... Chu Huayu was puzzled, then he smiled at Song Zifang and asked: "Zifang, how do you say this?"
Song Zifang took a deep breath and said: "Three years ago, Master brought a woman who looked similar to Fairy Si Ye into the Sanskrit Hall..."
three years ago……
It's the anniversary of Si Ye Witch's death again. Chu Huayu's old house in Huashen Tomb has been renovated by Bai Wuchen. It's exactly the same as before. He always comes here to visit.
He is waiting for her to come back...
Bai Wuchen took a deep breath, opened the door, and walked in slowly. When he walked to the back room, there was a person lying on the couch!
Bai Wuchen's heart beat like a drum: Xiao Yu'er, are you back?
Bai Wuchen walked over slowly, and when he got closer, he finally saw the appearance of the person clearly. She was a seventeen-year-old girl. Her clothes were shabby, and although there were dirt on her face, her face could be seen clearly.
The sleeping face is exactly the same as that of seventeen-year-old Chu Huayu...
The girl on the couch seemed to sense someone coming. She opened her eyes and found Bai Wuchen standing there.
"Yes...yes...I'm sorry!" The woman stood up and kept apologizing: "I...I thought no one lived in this house, so...that's why..."
Bai Wuchen was disappointed in his heart. He knew that the person in front of him was not his Xiao Yu'er at all, but his appearance was slightly similar...
"Alas..." Bai Wuchen sighed and said softly: "Go away, don't come here again..."
The woman's eyes flashed, and tears suddenly welled up in her eyes: "I... I am a homeless orphan, please take me in! I can cook, I can wash, I... I can do everything
!Willing to do anything!”
"What...is your name?" Bai Wuchen asked.
"My...my name is Jiang Xiaoyu!" The woman said repeatedly: "You can also call me Xiaoyu'er!"
"Xiao Yu'er!" Bai Wuchen opened his eyes. He looked at Jiang Xiaoyu, but what he thought of was Chu Huayu...
There was hope in the woman's eyes and she said, "Sir, are you willing to keep me?"
Bai Wuchen was stunned, watching the girl begging sincerely, and finally took her to the Fanyin Hall...
Jiang Xiaoyu has many similarities with Chu Huayu. For example, Jiang Xiaoyu loves to laugh, Jiang Xiaoyu loves to eat sweet things, and Jiang Xiaoyu’s eyes are so unruly and unruly when he is practicing his sword, which is almost the same as his little one.
The fish are exactly the same...
One day.
"Xiao Yu'er..." Bai Wuchen looked at Jiang Xiaoyu in a daze.
"Fuguang Immortal Lord, Xiao Yu'er is here." Jiang Xiaoyu said with a smile.
Bai Wuchen immediately put away his smile and said with a painful expression: "You are very similar to her... but you are not her..."
"Fuguang Immortal Lord, who do I... look like?" Jiang Xiaoyu asked doubtfully, but Bai Wuchen left without looking back...
Later, Jiang Xiaoyu learned from others that she looked similar to the person whom Fuguang Xianzun was interested in. She was overjoyed, wrote a apprenticeship note, knelt at the door of Yuyi Pavilion, and shouted loudly: "Please Fuguang Xianzun, please,
Accept me as your disciple."
Bai Wuchen frowned and thought to himself: Xiao Yu'er, if you knew that I had accepted a female disciple, would you be angry with me?
"It is enough for me to have three disciples." Bai Wuchen was afraid that Chu Huayu would be unhappy, so he rejected Jiang Xiaoyu.
Jiang Xiaoyu's face was filled with anger and he shouted loudly: "Fuguang Immortal Lord! Xiaoyu'er will not give up!"
The next day.
Jiang Xiaoyu injured Song Zifang during the exchange of blows, and said angrily: "You useless trash! Are you worthy of being a disciple of Fuguang Immortal Lord? I advise you...go home as soon as possible, don't embarrass yourself here!"
This Jiang Xiaoyu made a good calculation. If he drives away one of his disciples, then Fuguang Immortal Lord will accept her as his disciple!
It wasn't that Song Zifang couldn't beat her, it was just that her face looked too much like Chu Huayu's, so he really couldn't beat her.
Xiao Qinghui saw at a glance that Jiang Xiaoyu was a two-faced character. Fearing that his master would be deceived, Xiao Qinghui heroically sacrificed himself and disguised himself as a woman to chat with Jiang Xiaoyu.
Xiao Qinghui: "Sister, you are really not simple. I think Fuguang Immortal Lord is very kind to you?"
Jiang Xiaoyu said proudly: "Isn't that right! I have pretty good eyesight. At first I thought the guy I met was just a rich man, but who would have thought, he turned out to be a cultivator of immortality! Or Fuguang Immortal Lord!"
Xiao Qinghui sneered in his heart: "Oh, sister, your life is so good. I see, Immortal Fuguang likes you so much that he will definitely accept you as his disciple!"
"Of course it will be a matter of time, but I don't just want to be the disciple of Immortal Fuguang. What I want to do is to be the Taoist companion of Immortal Fuguang." Jiang Xiaoyu's eyes were full of ambition.
"But I heard that Immortal Fuguang has always liked Fairy Si Ye. How could he like someone else?" Xiao Qinghui asked.
"Oh, you're talking about the short-lived Chu Huayu! He's already dead, so forget about it. Besides, I'm not her. I must be able to live a long life, so I don't deserve to be short-lived like her.
Ghost!" Jiang Xiaoyu said disdainfully.
"What did you say?" Bai Wuchen's voice came from behind the two of them.
Jiang Xiaoyu turned around suddenly, and Xiao Qinghui immediately took off his disguise.
"You!" Jiang Xiaoyu gritted his teeth in hatred.
Xiao Qinghui: "I'm sorry, Miss Jiang."
"Fuguang Immortal Lord, I..." Jiang Xiaoyu still wanted to defend himself...