"Junior brother, I offer you this tea to change your tone. From now on, we will be brothers in the same sect~"
Taking the fragrant tea from Gu Yuexuan's hand, Weiming knelt on the ground respectfully and offered it to Wuxiazi with both hands. After watching Wuxiazi drink the tea, Weiming formally completed the apprenticeship ceremony. After that, Weiming became a member of Xiaoyao Valley.
Of course, Po Meng also stayed in Xiaoyao Valley with Weiming, and Weiming also consulted Wu Xiazi for his opinion.
Naturally, Wu Xiazi had no objection to this. Besides, Xiaoyao Valley was originally full of men, and later a girl joined the family, which made it seem lonely. It just so happened that Meng Po moved in and had a daughter to rely on.
As for Meng Po's position in Xiaoyao Valley, it is the same as that of Lao Hu. The only difference is that Lao Hu is loyal to Wu Xiazi and Xiaoyao Valley, while Meng Po is only devoted to Wei Ming. Of course, the affairs and etiquette of changing careers are also the same.
There will be no shortage of them.
After Weiming finished the ceremony, he straightened up, looked at Wu Xiazi and respectfully shouted: "Master!"
"Okay! Okay~ I didn't expect that at this seventy-year-old age, I could actually receive a disciple that I like. God treats me well, and God treats me well~ Hahaha~" Wuxiazi laughed heartily.
Hearing that Wu Xiazi spoke highly of himself, even though Wei Ming had been in the world for two years, he couldn't help but smile a little shyly and said: "Master, don't worry, I will definitely not let my master and senior brother down~"
"Okay, okay!" Wuxiazi said hello a few more times, and then said: "Weiming'er, you have just recovered from your injury and your body is still very weak. Let's rest for the time being. I will ask Xuan'er to take you and Miss Meng these days.
Go around the Xiaoyao Valley and get to know the master. In a few days, when you are well, I will teach you the Xiaoyao sect’s martial arts techniques.”
"Yes~ Master!" Wei Ming also said solemnly. He himself also knew his situation. Although the hidden wounds were gone, his body was weak after all, and he didn't have any internal strength in his body. If he practiced forcefully, he wouldn't get any more hidden wounds.
But it is also harmful rather than helpful.
Just as Weiming responded, Po Meng beside him suddenly said: "Master Wu Xia, since I have joined the Young Master in Xiaoyao Valley, I am considered a member of Xiaoyao Valley. Master Wu Xia, please stop calling me girl and call me Po Meng."
That’s it.”
"Meng Po~!" Wu Xiazi was slightly startled and was stunned.
Others don’t know what Wuxiazi is thinking, but Wuxiazi himself remembers clearly that when Wuxiazi, who is already in his seventies or eighties this year, first joined the Xiaoyao Sect, the Xiaoyao Sect was still standing on the Lingjiu Peak of Tianshan Mountain. At that time, the previous leader
Xu Zhuzi merged with Lingjiu Palace and Xiaoyao Sect, and his power in the world was unparalleled.
The reason why Wu Xiazi was stunned was that he recalled the Nine Heavens and Nine Departments of the Xiaoyao Sect Lingjiu Palace. The leaders of each department were called by adding the character "mother" to their last name. Nowadays, there are more Xiaoyao Sect...or Xiaoyao Valley.
Po Meng couldn't help but remind Wu Xiazi of the prosperous days of Xiaoyao Sect.
Memories from decades ago flashed by without anyone present noticing. Wu Xiazi calmed down and said: "That's fine ~ Po Meng, from now on the old Taoist will call you this. As for the old Taoist, you don't want to call me Zhenren."
Taoist priest, if you don’t mind, you can call me Master, or just like Wei Ming’er, you can call me Master~”
As Wu Xiazi spoke, he glanced at Wei Ming rudely. Wei Ming glanced up and saw nothing, but Po Meng's face turned slightly red, but it was fleeting.
"This... you are the leader of the Xiaoyao Sect, how about I call you the leader?" Po Meng finally thought of a compromise title.
Wu Xiazi stroked his beard and smiled, nodding in agreement.
Then Po Meng helped Weiming back to the room, while Wuxiazi went to find Lao Hu and told him to add some good dishes today. Gu Yuexuan also comforted Weiming a few words and went to practice.
After returning to the room, Weiming suddenly felt sleepy, perhaps because of his unhealed injuries, and fell asleep soon after. Granny Meng helped Weiming tuck the quilt in, looked at him deeply, and revealed a warm smile at the corner of her mouth.
He walked out of the room and planned to help Weiming make some tonic food.
...
"Wei Ming...Wei Ming...my child~"
"Mother~mother!"
In a trance, Weiming returned to the outside of Dukang Village sixteen years ago. At that time, Weiming was still in his infancy, but the scene of that day will be unforgettable in Weiming's life.
Finally, it was Dongfang Xi’s eyes that were filled with sorrow and reluctance, but with fortitude and forbearance. At that time, Dongfang Xi, even though he was covered in dust, could still vaguely see the high-spiritedness of his youth. His eyes were dim, but he could still make those who saw it imagine.
What a light it was back then.
But, all that can never come back.
When I woke up again, it was almost evening. Weiming lay flat on the bed and quietly opened his eyes.
There was no panic when I woke up, no screams after the nightmare, I just lay there quietly, as if nothing had happened, if it weren't for the tears that welled up in my eyes and wet the pillow.
After getting up and putting on his clothes, Weiming pressed his eyes and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and then slowly walked out of the door.
It is said that I have been sleeping for three days and three nights. Apart from taking a few steps in the morning, I have not really walked around Xiaoyao Valley. Now that Po Meng is not around, I can just wander around a bit.
Not long after Weiming walked out of the door, Po Meng walked in from the other side, holding rice porridge and side dishes in her hand. Looking at the empty bed, Po Meng was helpless and a little distressed, and put the food in her hand.
After putting it aside, Po Meng picked up Weiming's pillow and gently stroked the tear stains on it.
This is not the first time. In the more than a year that he has been with Weiming, Weiming has cried in his dreams more than once. As for what he saw in his dream, Weiming did not say anything, and Po Meng did not ask. She only knew that he did
It must be the same dream. From waking up from the dream to waking up silently now, Po Meng has lost count of how many times he has dreamed at night, but every time he wakes up, he is always the same as usual, again and again.
He laughs and makes noises, and occasionally pretends to be serious, which makes people laugh and cry, like a child who has not grown up. This makes Po Meng want to comfort him, but she doesn't know where to start. She feels distressed~ but there is nothing she can do.
After sighing for a while, Po Meng came back to her senses, first changed her pillow, and then went out to look for Wei Ming. Although she could not comfort Wei Ming's soul, Po Meng still tried her best to take care of her life as perfectly as possible.
On the other side, Weiming walked around the valley, and based on his impression of the game map in his previous life, he actually ended up in the kitchen.
Having said that, Xiaoyao Valley, which looks small in the game, is really quite big in reality. There are only seven residents including Weiming and Po Meng, so it does seem a bit empty.
However, Weiming didn't care about it at this time. Weiming, who hadn't had a good meal for three days and three nights, saw the kitchen and realized he was hungry. He didn't even think about it, so he just went to look for it.
Let's see if there's anything to fill our stomachs.
Just as he was thinking about it, before he could reach the stove, a shiny knife was placed on Wei Ming's neck.