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Chapter 41 The Old Dream (2)

"Master, the disciple I sent to Xiaoshu's house has reported back that Xiaoshu's parents passed away half a year ago, and she left home long after finishing her funeral affairs for her parents!" Shen Huai hurriedly Wen Buqi ran into the study room and handed the letter wrapped in the escort talisman to Wen Buqi, Wen Buqi took it and opened it, his expression changed immediately: She passed away half a year ago, so why hasn't she contacted me and never returned to Fengxue Mountain Find me?Where can she go alone when she leaves home?Will there be any danger?
Almost immediately, Wenbu discarded the letter in his hand and rushed out of the study: "Pack up your things and find someone immediately!"

In the small town in the south of the Yangtze River in early summer, it is the season of misty rain. It has just rained continuously for a few days, and the air is still very humid. Nan Wangshu came out of the inn and followed an old monk with a white beard and asked: "What should we do?" Go there to play?"

The monk tapped Nan Wangshu on the head with a Buddhist bead in his hand: "I just know how to play. I'm going to Guangling Temple. I don't have time to play with you. You can go shopping by yourself. Don't run too far. You have to go back to the inn before sunset." .”

"Hey, I got it." Nan Wangshu touched the top of his painful head, watched the old monk disappear at the corner of the street, turned around and ran into the alley with all the twists and turns.

After walking around the town, Nan Wangshu casually found a teahouse to sit down, ordered a pot of tea, and sipped slowly while listening to the frightening horror stories told by the mysterious old man on the stage.

Halfway through the boring story, a few people from Nan Wangshu's next seat came. They had just sat down and had a sip of tea, and then they started chatting with each other. The sound of the story penetrated into Nan Wangshu's ears.

"Hey, guess who I saw when I went out today?"

"who?"

"A person without a clean door."

"Wuqing Sect? Is that the former No. [-] sect of Immortal Cultivation who has long since retired to the mountains?"

"Yes."

"You can't read it wrong, right? The Wuqing Sect has been living in seclusion for many years since the rise of the casual cultivators and the decline of the Immortal Cultivation Sect. How could it appear here?"

"Hey! No one in the world knows this disciple of the Wuqing sect. I clearly saw several people in the uniform of the disciple of the Wuqing sect looking for something in the street. They seem to be looking for someone? Those disciples Shen Huai, the great disciple of the Wuqing Clan, is following behind, I definitely can't make a mistake!"

"Ah? So what you said is true? Then who is Wuqingmen looking for with such a big fanfare?"

"I don't know, but I guess it's not an ordinary person."

With a "click", the teacup in Nan Wangshu's hand fell on the table, and the warm tea splashed on her clothes, leaving spots of water stains.

Unclean people come here to find someone?who?A bad feeling rose in Nan Wangshu's heart, they must have come to arrest her!
She couldn't die, but when she was thinking about the countermeasures to escape, she inadvertently raised her eyes, and several people in uniforms of disciples of Wuqingmen appeared on the street in front of the teahouse.

Nan Wangshu stood up abruptly from the table, startling the men at the neighboring table who changed the subject and secretly complained about how fierce the daughter-in-law was at home. She threw the tea money on the table and hurried out from the back door of the teahouse with her head down. slipped out.

Run, run, run, this is the only thought in Nan Wangshu's mind.

After going out the back door, Nan Wangshu didn't hesitate to get into the alley crowded with people, followed by a few disciples from the Wuqing Sect, she had a plan, reached out her hand to take out some coins from her purse, and shot into the sky Just a sprinkle.

"Money, money! Money is falling from the sky!"

"Quick check, quick pick up!"

"My mine, this is mine!"

"I saw it first!"

The scattered and rolling coins attracted the attention of everyone in the alley. They ran and yelled and squatted down to snatch them. The chaotic crowd blocked the way of Wuqingmen disciples.

Nan Wangshu laughed, and took advantage of the chaos, turned around and ran. After running out of the alley in three or two steps, she turned her head to look at the Wuqingmen disciples who were still being blocked, and waved at them in a loud voice. wave.

After waving his hand, he turned around, and then he froze in place for an instant.

I saw not far behind her, I don't know when there were a few unkind people standing, these people were none other than Xue Wuyou, Shen Huai and the last one who Nan Wangshu had been hiding for five years without contact or meeting. In the middle is her adoptive father who never gives up.

Wen Buqi was wearing a crescent-white brocade robe with wide sleeves, his long black hair was tied on top of his head with a white jade crown, and the untied hair was scattered behind his head. He picked two strands and hung them in front of him. The appearance in memory is the same, always heroic and handsome like the person in the painting.

At this time, Wen Buqi crossed his arms and stared gloomyly at the girl in front of him who hadn't seen much change in five years and was almost unrecognizable. Five years ago, the girl's childish facial features had fully grown, with beautiful eyebrows and eyes, and a beautiful body. With exquisite posture, the whole body exudes a breathtaking beauty.

Wen Buqi suppressed the surprise in his heart and asked angrily: "Where do you want to go?"

Nan Wangshu was so guilty that he didn't dare to look at him, turned his gaze away, and said with little confidence: "I didn't go anywhere, I just came out to play."

"Nonsense," Wen Buqi walked up to Nan Wangshu, looking down at her, "Follow me back to Fengxue Mountain."

"You don't want me anymore, do you?"

Wen Buqi frowned: "Who told you that I don't want you anymore?"

"Hmph," Nan Wangshu became angry when she thought of this. She raised her hand and punched Wen Buqi's chest, but Wen Buqi grabbed him firmly and refused to let go: "You didn't hesitate to give me up. I sent it back, whether I wanted it or not, my parents didn’t treat me well at all, they didn’t allow me to write to you, and they stopped and burned all the letters and things you sent me. The money forced me to marry the lame son of a rich family. I refused. I went on a hunger strike and ran away. I did everything, and even beat the lame son. died."

Wen Buqi listened to Nan Wangshu's words full of grievances, guilt, heartache, and regret welled up in his heart, gripping his heart sorely, he suddenly pulled Nan Wangshu into his arms Hugging her tightly, he stroked the back of her head with one hand and whispered in his ear: "Your adoptive father is sorry for you, please go home with your adoptive father."

Nan Wangshu buried his face in his chest, and asked sullenly, "Will you still send me away?"

"No, I won't send you away, and I won't give it to anyone who wants you."

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"Master, do you regret your original decision?" Xue Wuyou looked at Nan Wangshu who was asleep on the carriage and asked.

Wen Buqi heaved a long sigh: "The appearance of her parents when they came to Fengxue Mountain made me mistakenly think that they would be kind to her, so I was cruel and handed her over to them. Who would have thought that they acted like Those disciples who were so good that they sent me to monitor were all deceived, I was wrong."

(End of this chapter)