Chapter 28 Reunion

　　Inside the Yuxu Palace, Zhang Ruosu only saw the Qinglian Sword Immortal looking dazed before falling back into his seat. A falling leaf on his waist lit up, and in an instant, it seemed as if countless eons had passed. Then, Li Taibai disappeared without a trace.

　　"This is…"

　　Wei Yuan bent down, picked up the yellowed leaf, and said, "He's gone back."

　　"Gone back?"

　　"Yes, back to his own time."

　　The white-haired Daoist answered in a gentle voice, watched for a while, then released his right hand, letting the leaf fall. The long years seemed to collapse immediately, causing the leaf to rot into mud, until it finally scattered with the wind, never to exist again.

　　Zhang Ruosu was silent.

　　Zhang Ruosu sighed, and finally spoke the question he had been avoiding: "Did you invite him here?"

　　The white-haired Daoist replied, "I only invited him to the appointment in the 'present.' The guests will all arrive at the Yuxu Palace at this point in time.

　　And after the matters here are concluded, they will naturally return to the time they belong to. It's just that."

　　"Oh, I see."

　　Zhang Ruosu's expression remained unchanged.

　　His right hand, holding the cup, moved towards his mouth, his wrist trembling.

　　Just that…

　　Just that, you motherfucker!

　t You really know what you're talking about?!

　　Hold on, my heart!

　　Don't give in to this brat!

　　The white-haired Daoist's lips curled slightly, then he suppressed it, patted the old Daoist's shoulder, and said in a gentle tone, "How about I bring back the younger you, and let him see what a terrible adult he's become?"

　　"I heard your childhood dreams were very simple."

　　The corner of the old Daoist's mouth twitched, and he was furious.

　　Wei Yuan just laughed loudly.

　　Zhang Ruosu gritted his teeth, ignoring this bastard who had no Celestial Venerable demeanor at all, and simply carried a pot of wine, feeling quite lonely. He sighed and said, "It's just that it's still a bit lonely. A friend who was just drinking together has now been separated by thousands of years in the blink of an eye."

　　"Is there a chance to meet again?"

　　Wei Yuan replied, "Given Li Taibai's nature and experiences, as well as his position in the cultural heritage of Shenzhou."

　　"There should be a certain possibility of reincarnation."

　　"At that time, you might still be able to drink with him."

　　Zhang Ruosu smiled wryly and said, "At that time, no matter how old he is, I will scare him properly and get him drunk with wine."

　　The corner of Wei Yuan's mouth twitched.

　　Good fellow, truly you. Wei Yuan strolled along a gentle area in the small world of Yuxu Palace. He saw the little Daoist A Xuan sitting cross-legged on a pavilion in the distance, propping up his chin with his hands, not knowing what he was looking at, or perhaps what he was thinking about, and was in a daze.

　　And Feng Siyu, who had finally arrived at the Yuxu Palace after ten days of dawdling, was playing happily in the stream. She rolled up her trouser legs, revealing two sections of her fair legs, and stepped into the stream to play in the water. Her eyes widened, and she was planning to catch fish. Her black hair was simply tied into a ponytail.

　　The fish here had never experienced being caught before.

　　They were really too clumsy, and the girl bent down and scooped them up. It seemed that because of the revival of Nuwa, a lot of the power of creation had overflowed. For the top ten powerhouses, it might only be an insignificant part, but for mortals, it was already a top-notch immortal opportunity.

　　"Hey, hey, hey, little Daoist, look!"

　　"Such a big fish!"

　　The girl held a fish that was almost taller than her in her arms, her eyes bright. The fish was almost two meters long, but it didn't look crude. The scales showed a very pure golden color, and the whiskers were very long. The little Daoist A Xuan watched Feng Siyu playing, and suddenly heard deliberate footsteps. He turned around and saw the white-haired Daoist standing behind him. He hurriedly got up and said in a low voice:

　　"Curator Wei."

　　"Mm."

　　Wei Yuan nodded, standing behind the little Daoist and watching Feng Siyu quickly play with the intelligent fish. A Xuan followed his gaze and said, "Miss Siyu is always like this. It feels like she's always so happy and can get along with anyone."

　　The white-haired Daoist nodded gently.

　　The little Daoist was silent for a while, then looked down at his feet and said:

　　"My Senior Brother said that Curator Wei wants to accept me as a disciple?"

　　"Yes, are you unwilling?"

　　The little Daoist, with the mark of a flame between his eyebrows, quickly waved his hand and said, "No, no, no. My Senior Brother also said that I haven't received the ordination yet, so I'm not considered an orthodox disciple of the Zhengyi Sect. But, I don't know why, I have a strange resistance…"

　　He paused and said cautiously:

　　"It's like I've already promised someone else that I'm going to become his disciple."

　　Wei Yuan was slightly stunned, then chuckled, looking at the flame mark between the little Daoist's eyebrows, which seemed to have a tendency to overflow. He recalled Zhang Ruosu's previous mention that the little Daoist, who looked fourteen or fifteen years old, was actually only slightly younger than Zhang Ruosu.

　　In fact, even this point, Zhang Ruosu couldn't confirm.

　　Because in his youth, he rescued little A Xuan from a ruined city. But for more than a hundred years after that, A Xuan had always been like this.

　　He would lose most of his memory after a period of time.

　　His appearance had always been that of a young Daoist.

　　The possibility was that before A Xuan met Zhang Ruosu, he had already spent an extremely long time, wandering in the mortal world, in Shenzhou, in the Great Wilderness, and even in the Mountains and Seas, with the same appearance and different identities.

　　He constantly repeated the experience of losing his memory, losing his power, and even having his appearance fixed as a young child. Wei Yuan narrowed his eyes, feeling that this matter was too familiar—almost no different from Nuwa's experience.

　　Nuwa's situation was caused by the foundation of her creation power being plundered.

　　So, what about A Xuan?

　　Could it be that it was Zhurong?

　　And, Feng Siyu… They had known each other since they were young, and Feng Siyu's previous life was a phoenix bird, even possibly a royal of the phoenix clan. She had also been reincarnated as a human. There might also be some problems in this, otherwise, Feng Siyu should be grown up now, with an appearance around twenty-six years old.

　　Well, possibly a phoenix big sister in a red dress with fiery eyes.

　　Instead of the current little glutton.

　　Wei Yuan looked at Feng Siyu, who was communicating with the fish about whether to eat grilled fish or braised fish for dinner.

　　He seemed to see the fish looking dazed, saying, "You're amazing, I really thank you."

　　He looked at little A Xuan next to him again.

　　From the bottom of his heart, he felt that the current state was better. Otherwise, the old Daoist would probably have to fight with the big sister version of Feng Siyu, and by the way, the vodka goddess in the museum would have a burst of inspiration and create all kinds of manga crazily.

　　Wei Yuan looked at A Xuan, who had a guilty and apologetic expression on his face, shook his head, and said:

　　"There's no need to worry too much about this matter. Perhaps, I am the person you promised?"

　　"Ah?"

　　A Xuan was stunned. The white-haired Daoist reached out his hand, pointed his fingers together, and touched the flame mark between the little Daoist's eyebrows. The flame-like纹路 (wénlù - lines, patterns) lit up again, faintly emitting a burning heat. A Xuan's eyes widened, and golden-red flames seemed to rise from the depths of his eyes.

　　The young man only felt a booming sound, and a series of pictures appeared vaguely before his eyes.

　　Some of the past memories emerged as a result.

　　He seemed to have returned to a very long time ago, as if he was being held and comforted, and the person in front could vaguely be recognized as a tall and handsome man. The man was thanking a Daoist next to him. The latter was wearing a white robe, with long hair hanging down his temples, and a vast expression. He couldn't see his face clearly, but he gave him a familiar feeling.

　　A familiar but slightly unfamiliar gentle voice smiled and said:

　　"How about this, if there is a chance in the future, how about joining my sect?" A Xuan felt that he seemed to subconsciously reach out and grab the tall Daoist's finger. The white-haired Daoist lowered his head slightly,

　　A Xuan saw his white hair falling down his temples, his eyebrows gentle, with a smile, and whispered softly in the half-asleep child's ear:

　　"This Daoist, Yuanshi…" (Original Beginning)

　　"Don't get it wrong."

　　Then, the white-haired Daoist handed the child over to the man, and turned to smile and bid farewell, and the tall and handsome young man carefully held the child and walked back to the house and placed him on the bed. There was a woman next to him. Who was that?

　　A Xuan blinked his eyes, the picture in front of him had disappeared, and he understood in his heart that the white-haired Daoist was the Yuanshi Tianzun, was Curator Wei, that is, his destined teacher. He turned his head,

　　But he saw that the white-haired Daoist was gone. Feng Siyu was squatting in front of him, reaching out and poking his face.

　　"What's wrong? Little Daoist?"

　　"It's nothing."

　　The handsome young Daoist scratched his head and said, "Where's the fish?" "Released it!"

　　Feng Siyu sat down next to the little Daoist carelessly and said, "A very interesting fish. I can't eat her, so I'll raise her in this Yuxu Palace. She said she can help me copy homework, hehe,

　　That's great."

　　She said it on purpose, intending to let the little Daoist blame herself, intending to divert his attention.

　　But she found that the little Daoist, who used to take care of her with a gentle and comforting tone, didn't say anything, didn't say that her behavior was bad, just sat there, with his eyes lowered, distracted, and then large drops of tears kept flowing down.

　　Huh?

　　Huh!!!

　　Feng Siyu panicked all of a sudden: "Little Daoist, little Daoist, what's wrong?" "I, I'll write it myself, I won't skip class anymore, don't cry."

　　"I, I don't know…"

　　A Xuan sat there, the flame mark between his eyebrows returned to its original state. He looked at his hands, and a remnant of memory flashed in his mind, being held in the arms of a woman, that woman was still humming a song softly, but in his broken memory, he didn't remember what the woman looked like at all.

　　He didn't remember her voice, he didn't remember her appearance.

　　But he still couldn't control it, his eyes were blurred, and tears kept falling down uncontrollably.

　　He couldn't stop it even by wiping it with both hands.

　　"I, I don't know."

　　"I just suddenly feel so sad, so sad."

　　"I clearly don't know her, I don't know her at all."

　　"But as long as I think about it, as long as I think about it, I feel even more uncomfortable."

　　The white-haired Daoist watched A Xuan and Feng Siyu from a distance and picked up his hand.

　　A wisp of red firelight was wrapped around his fingertips, vaguely turning into a fire dragon with all its claws and whiskers, which was taken from the flame mark between A Xuan's eyebrows. Recalling what Huntian said, Zhurong had already arrived at the source of the Great Dao, which only the top ten powerhouses were qualified to go to, many times hundreds of years ago.

　t let Wei Yuan feel a little vigilant and a little abnormal when compared with the state of injury and seal that Zhurong showed. Crown Prince Changqin and the royal family of the phoenix clan were reincarnated together…

　　In addition, Fuxi was secretly reminding him to be careful of Zhurong.

　　Zhurong, huh…

　　Wei Yuan recalled the heroic young man in his memory and the Fire Official of the human race. His expression couldn't help but become complicated, and he sighed:

　　"I hope that such a terrible thing doesn't really happen."

　　He wrapped a wisp of firelight around his fingers and returned to the quiet room of the Yuxu Palace.

　　Yeming took the initiative to help protect him outside.

　　The Daoist sighed in his heart, it was really helpful to have such a disciple.

　　Then, he looked at that wisp of karma and gently dropped his fingers together.

　　"Zhurong, let me see, what exactly have you experienced?"

　　Before going to the South Sea, he had to figure out the situation of Zhurong in order to adapt to the circumstances.

　　With the position of [Yuanshi Tianzun], with the aura of Crown Prince Changqin, he reversed the karma, followed the karma to observe, to see what happened in the past - the picture suddenly enlarged and appeared in front of Wei Yuan's eyes.

　　Red firelight soared into the sky.

　　ps: Today's first update…