vstars Chapter 348 The Young Singer's Journey 17
Chapter 348 The Young Singer's Journey 17
Wushuang stared in astonishment, never expecting that this mysterious person could control thirteen flying swords without being affected by the demonic nature of the Great Ming Vermilion Bird.
This strength shocked him, but also filled him with excitement. If the person in front of him could soberly wield the Great Ming Vermilion Bird, he himself would surely be able to do so in the future.
Lu Yuzhai breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Xiao Yu did not immediately take the Peerless Sword Box for himself.
"Now that I have seen the Vermilion Bird of the Ming Dynasty, please return," Xiao Yu said matter-of-factly.
His tone was so natural, as if the people of Wushuang City had traveled thousands of miles to come here simply to satisfy his curiosity.
This displeased Lu Yuzhai, who unconsciously frowned and said in a deep voice, "We can leave if you want, but we must take this monk with us."
He raised his hand and pointed at Wuxin, his tone resolute and leaving no room for negotiation.
Upon hearing their senior brother's words, the other disciples of Wushuang City also drew their weapons and aimed them at Xiao Yu.
The atmosphere instantly became tense, as if they would swarm Xiao Yu without hesitation if he made the slightest move.
Xiao Yu clicked his tongue, feeling that these people in front of him were truly ungrateful and didn't know what was good for them.
Just then, a dark cloud drifted in, obscuring the bright moon in the sky. Without the moonlight, the whole world was plunged into darkness.
quiet--
A moment later, the dark clouds dispersed, and the bright moon reappeared.
The scene has undergone tremendous changes.
Xiao Yu and Wu Xin were no longer at the scene, while Lu Yuzhai lay on the ground, severely injured, his face as pale as paper.
Those Wushuang City disciples who had just been pointing their weapons at Xiao Yu were all injured and lying on the ground, their weapons broken and scattered everywhere.
Looking at the mess on the ground, Wushuang sighed heavily. At such a young age, she experienced the hardships and difficulties of life in that instant.
……
When Wuxin woke up, it was already noon the next day.
Sunlight streamed through the window frames, dappling every corner of the room.
The room was filled with a strong medicinal smell, both bitter and slightly sweet.
The smell of medicine lingering in his nose made Wuxin frown unconsciously, but his attention was quickly drawn to the figure by the bedside.
The young man sat on the edge of the bed, holding a palm-leaf fan in his hand, gently fanning a small medicine stove on the table.
The medicine furnace emitted gurgling sounds from time to time, and the rising steam made the medicinal smell in the room even stronger.
Seeing the familiar attire on the young man, Wuxin immediately realized that the person in front of him was the mysterious man from yesterday, except that he had taken off his hat.
"woke up?"
Xiao Yu's attention remained focused on the medicine furnace. He gently fanned himself with a palm-leaf fan and spoke without turning his head.
Wuxin lay on the bed, his voice a little hoarse as he asked, "Where is this?" His mind had not yet fully recovered from yesterday's chaos.
“Of course it’s an inn!” Xiao Yu said leisurely, his tone slightly teasing, as if he found Wu Xin’s question amusing: “You were unconscious yesterday, so I had no choice but to bring you here to heal your wounds temporarily.”
Wu Xin listened to Xiao Yu's words with a hint of confusion in his eyes, and then memories of yesterday flooded back to him like a tide.
Unable to suppress her doubts, she finally asked, "Why did you save me? Why do you know so much about my father? And why did you tell me all this?"
Xiao Yu's tone remained calm. He gently placed a handkerchief under the medicine stove, poured the freshly brewed medicine into a bowl, and slowly said:
"I saved you because I wanted to save you; I know about your father because I have some knowledge of the past; as for why I'm telling you, it's simply because I happened to run into you yesterday."
Upon hearing this, a vein throbbed slightly on his forehead.
The person in front of you seems to respond to every word, but in reality, everything they say is nonsense.
"you……"
"Now that you're awake, drink your medicine."
Xiao Yu interrupted Wuxin and turned to hand him the medicine bowl.
Wuxin then saw Xiao Yu's appearance; it was an excessively handsome face, even deserving of the title "beautiful."
Her incredibly clear eyes held a strange familiarity that sent a jolt through his heart.
He subconsciously got up, took the medicine bowl, and drank the freshly brewed medicine in one gulp without hesitation.
It wasn't until he finished drinking it that he realized the freshly brewed medicine should have been piping hot.
But the temperature of that bowl of medicine was just right; it was clear that the other person had quickly used their internal energy to adjust the temperature while handing it to me.
Wuxin pursed her lips and asked again, "Who are you?"
Xiao Yu smiled slightly and did not hide anything: "My surname is Xiao."
Upon hearing this surname, Wuxin's expression changed slightly, and he immediately realized the true identity of the person in front of him.
His Highness the Crimson King of Beili is also another son of his mother.
Wu Xin smiled bitterly and said in a low voice, "So it was you."
He was once filled with anger and resentment towards his mother for abandoning her husband and children, coveting wealth and status, marrying into the palace, and giving birth to another son.
If he had met Xiao Yu before learning the truth, he would have given a sarcastic smile and asked him mockingly if he was his younger brother.
But now, everything is different.
He learned the whole truth.
Facing Xiao Yu, he found himself becoming the one who would be ridiculed.
Back then, when his mother left Tianqi City, Xiao Yu was not even a year old, and had not even been weaned, when he was forced to separate from his mother.
Even though Wuxin was not a member of the royal family and had never personally experienced palace life, he could imagine how much ridicule and criticism Xiao Yu, who was left in the palace because his mother eloped with someone, would suffer from from those around him since childhood.
He did nothing wrong, and Xiao Yu was equally innocent.
Growing up in that environment, the pressure and pain that Xiao Yu endured can probably only be truly understood by himself.
Just like when he was left in Beili as a hostage since childhood, even though his master tried his best to protect him, those around him who knew the inside story would still point fingers at him and cast malicious or pitying glances.
Therefore, he couldn't understand why Xiao Yu would save him.
Could it be because of such a ridiculous blood relationship?
Wu Xin lowered his head in silence, missing the scrutinizing gaze that Xiao Yu cast at him.
Xiao Yu quietly observed Wuxin, trying to capture more emotional clues from his expression and posture, and further analyze Wuxin's psychological activities.
He was careful not to be overly enthusiastic, lest he appear eager for quick success and make Wuxin wary and resentful.
He also didn't appear too indifferent, lest he extinguish the budding guilt in Wuxin's heart and cause him to choose to escape.
This is a contest that requires patience and strategy, like boiling a frog in lukewarm water. Although it takes a long time, it is worth the time and effort he has to put in.