In Ye Wuque's memory, Uncle Fu was like his father to him. He always felt as broad as the sea and always had a warm smile on his lips.
Although Ye Wuque could not remember what happened before he was four years old, Ye Wuque knew that he and Uncle Fu had been to many places. Perhaps he had been raised by Uncle Fu since he was an infant.
"Uncle Changqing, is Uncle Fu's injury serious?"
Ye Wuque finally couldn't help but ask.
Murong Changqing heard Ye Wuque's eager tone and knew that the young man was worried about his Uncle Fu, so he said: "I asked that person the same question at that time, and I also took out all the healing pills, but that person
But he smiled faintly and shook his head."
"I remember very clearly. He said, 'This was an injury many years ago. It won't heal or die, so there's no need to worry about it.' I was stunned by this sentence, but seeing that the man didn't care, there was nothing I could do about it."
"The injury from many years ago? It won't heal or die?"
Murong Changqing's words made Ye Wuque's heart sink. It seemed that a lot of things had indeed happened to Uncle Fu.
"Later, I invited him to be a guest at Murong's house, so he took you to Murong's house. He stayed at Murong's house for more than a month. During this period, you woke up from your deep sleep, but I found that
You were only four years old at the time and lost your previous memories. But he was not surprised. In the end, he entrusted you to my Murong family, left the Blood Dragon Jade and then drifted away one night, but
I didn’t leave you a single word anymore, just like that, disappeared without a trace..."
Murong Changqing finished speaking quietly. The memories about that person, if it weren't for Ye Wuque's existence in the past eleven years, would seem like a dream, coming and going quietly. No one knows where he went or where he came from.
Come, the only one who might know is Ye Wuque, but this child has lost that memory.
Ye Wuque seemed calm on the surface, but in his heart he was like a storm that could not calm down for a long time!
After ten years of perseverance, the moment he got this unanswered answer from Murong Changqing made Ye Wufu feel confused for a while. Uncle Fu's whereabouts are still a mystery. Those years of hidden injuries and amnesia left him quietly.
, all affected Ye Wuque's nerves.
"call"
He took a deep breath, touched his chest, felt the Blood Dragon Jade and the letter, and the confusion in Ye Wuque's heart gradually disappeared!
"Uncle Fu, I will definitely find you!"
Feeling this persistence from Ye Wuque, Murong Changqing sighed secretly. This child was born to be tenacious and persistent, even a little paranoid. Just like how he had hidden his cultivation for ten years, but suddenly exploded yesterday for a blood dragon jade.
Get up! How could this be possible if there were no last resort and terrible endurance?
Until now, Murong Changqing still thinks that Ye Wuque is hiding his cultivation level. After all, within one month, his cultivation level has increased dramatically from the fifth level of body training to the great level of muscle training to the great level of body training and marrow training. He would not even think about it.
I thought, it was really appalling.
But all this is no longer important. Murong Changqing doesn't want to ask. He knows that Ye Wuque has his own ideas, just like when he secretly decided to let his daughter Murong Binglan and Ye Wuque make a marriage contract, which made Ye Wuque find him several times.
He took back his life. But he didn't expect that the engagement would eventually become the trigger for a fight between Ye Wuque and Murong Tian.
"Perhaps that girl Binglan doesn't have this blessing at all... Forget it, let the young people handle their own affairs..."
Knowing what he wanted to know, Ye Wuque left Murong Changqing's room. He needed to sort out things about Uncle Fu.
After returning to his hut, Ye Wuque sat alone for a while without disturbing him.
"Song, you said that with one finger you can turn three monks who are in the fifth state of Qi Morality into flying ashes, and you can also erase people's memories. How much cultivation is required to do this?"
Ye Wuque's eyes flashed, and a questioning voice rang in his heart.
"Do you still remember the old man in yellow next to Jun Shanlie? His cultivation level and Qi Shilong's should be at the same level. The strength of these two people has surpassed the Seventh Realm of Xifan and reached another level. Just take
Both of them can kill three monks in the fifth realm of Xifan Qi with one finger, but if they want to turn three monks in the fifth realm of Xifan Qi into fly ash, no matter how strong they are, they will be dozens of times stronger.
It is absolutely impossible to do it. As for erasing a person's memory without causing any harm, that is no longer something that can be done simply through cultivation. It must be done by monks who have mastered powerful magical powers."
Kong's tone was very certain. He had also heard Murong Changqing's words just now. Now that Ye Wuque asked, he naturally expressed his thoughts.
Hearing Kong's answer, Ye Wuque narrowed his eyes, and a trace of judgment flashed in his heart.
"Qi Shilong, the Lord of Longguang City who has surpassed the seven realms of Xifan, no matter how powerful he is, can do things that he cannot do dozens of times, but Fu Bo can easily do it; Fu Bo can also do such terrifying means of erasing other people's memories.
It can be done. Although this shows that Uncle Fu is probably a nearly invincible monk! But even so, Uncle Fu still harbored hidden hurts for many years, and then left me alone in the Murong family. So it is very likely that Uncle Fu was afraid of something.
I wonder if there will be a more powerful opponent than Fu Bo who has been targeting Fu Bo, which is why Fu Bo took me to many places when I was young. This may be an escape."
Thinking of this, Ye Wuque's eyes were astonishingly bright.
"Furthermore, if my conjecture is correct, Fubo must have an extremely close relationship with my parents, otherwise he would not have escaped with me, who is like a burden. So where are my parents now? Are they still alive?
?”
As soon as one thought arises, hundreds of thoughts arise.
After figuring out a problem, more problems will often appear. Based on the current information, Ye Wuque is not completely sure of his guesses. Only by getting more information about Fu Bo can he confirm these guesses.
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"Battle of Hundred Cities, Battle of Hundred Cities... Will there really be news about Uncle Fu in the first main city? If there is, then no one can stop me!"
At this moment, Ye Wuque's sharp edge must be revealed. In his heart, finding Uncle Fu, defeating Jun Shanlie, and searching for Kong's past are the biggest reasons why he is willing to live in silence for ten years and practice hard.
Now, since there is news about Fu Bo, he will continue to pursue it!
"Buzz"
The pale golden fighting energy of the Holy Path flowed out of the body, the golden red energy and blood surged, and Ye Wuque entered the practice again.
He did not follow Qi Shilong to Sima's house, but chose to wait at Murong's house, firstly to recover from his injuries, and secondly to confirm what happened to Uncle Fu.
Now that these two things have been completed, he has completely entered into cultivation, quietly waiting for Qi Shilong to pick him up.
There is no time for cultivation, so the day passes quickly.
Early the next morning, Ye Wuque left the small house where he had lived for ten years alone, with a touch of reluctance in his heart. He walked step by step on the road to Murong's house, carrying the Seven Star Refining Box behind him.
In the past ten years, he has been busy practicing and has never cared about other things. Now that he is about to leave, he still feels a little melancholy in his heart. After all, this is the place where he grew up. After leaving this time, Ye Wuque has a feeling that he may not come back for many years.
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Ye Wuque walked slowly, letting the wind ruffle his black hair. After a while, he arrived at the small building where Xian'er was.
After standing quietly for a while, Ye Wuque did not go in. He did not want to say goodbye to Xian'er, although he knew that Xian'er would leave soon.
A close friend in the sea is as close as a neighbor in the world, and the same is true for the love between brother and sister.
"Xian'er, brother Wuque will definitely come to find you."
Ye Wuque strode away and headed towards Murong's martial arts arena.
He didn't know that on that small building, Xian'er was looking at his back with an expressionless face, and behind Xian'er, stood a middle-aged female monk.
This female monk was wearing a blue water cloud robe, exuding an icy aura, and her face could not be seen clearly. She looked at Xian'er in front of her, and suddenly spoke in a hoarse voice: "Has anyone in the Murong family seen the spirit girl merging the true spirit?
?”
This sentence contains no emotion, like ice that has not melted for thousands of years.
Hearing the female monk's question, Xian'er's clear eyes did not waver. She lost the warmth of being with Ye Wuque, and said lightly: "No."
"Very good, please leave with the old slave."
As soon as she finished speaking, the female monk waved her right hand, and the whole room's red light flashed away, and there was no trace of Xian'er anymore...
Martial Arts Arena.
Ye Wuque was carrying a long black box, looking very independent. There were some Murong disciples whispering around him, especially the girls among them, their eyes were shy and they kept glancing at Ye Wuque with regret.
A beautiful figure silently stared at Ye Wuque in a corner. Various complicated expressions flashed through her beautiful eyes, and finally turned into a sigh, which contained confusion, shock, and a trace of inexplicable regret. The red lips on her beautiful face
Bite lightly, it's Murong Binglan...
In another corner, Murong Tian's right hands were pinched together, his face was extremely distorted, and his eyes looking at Ye Wuque were full of hatred!
"Ye Wuque! Ye Wuque! You took away my blood dragon jade! Take away my quota! I will not let you go! I will not let you go..."
"call out"
After Ye Wuque waited for a quarter of an hour, there was a wave of fluctuation in the sky, and then three figures appeared quickly.
Ye Wuque looked up and saw that the leader was Qi Shilong, followed by a man and a woman. The girl, Ye Wuque had seen during the duel with Murong Tian the day before yesterday, should be Lin Yingluo, the eldest daughter of the Lin family.
Then that young man should be the number one genius of the Sima family, Sima Ao.
"Buzz"
Qi Shilong raised his hand, and Ye Wuque found himself being lifted up by a huge force. His whole body involuntarily moved closer to the three of them, and in an instant he was behind Qi Shilong, standing with Lin Yingluo.
Seeing that the three of them were complete, Qi Shilong laughed, and a faint halo of light emitted from his side enveloped the three people behind him, and then turned into a halo and disappeared from the eyes of Murong's disciples.
Feeling the strange feeling of soaring into the sky, Ye Wuque was a little unfamiliar, but suddenly he heard a faint questioning voice coming from behind him: "What qualifications does a guy who has not even condensed the soul moon have to participate with me, Sima Ao?"
A Hundred Cities War?”
As soon as these words came out, Lin Yingluo's cold eyes flashed. Her peripheral vision glanced at Ye Wuque and found that the latter's face was as calm as ever, as if he had not heard it.