I became popular after marrying a rebel

Nine-year-old Mu Changfeng stood outside the door, holding a tea tray in his hand.

Uncle Sha Tang's voice sounded helpless, "Ayan, I told you earlier that the child's natural aptitude is not suitable for cultivation. Possibility of alchemy. After a few more decades, his fellow disciples will not change their looks, but he is getting old and his cultivation has not improved. Isn't this embarrassing for him?"

Wen Zhu Yu Wen said: "Senior sister, I don't mean to pity him."

"Before bringing him back, I also seriously considered whether the Lingshan sect is the best place for him. What if I send him down the mountain and find a good family for him to adopt?"

Mu Changfeng lowered his head and shook the tea tray, trying to shake off the bugs that landed on the tea tray, but made no sound.

"But the result of my serious consideration is that he should stay."

"He is more worthy of staying than the seven outer disciples who passed the competition this time. If the first master had seen Chang Feng, he would have agreed to include him in Jiufeng."

Uncle Sha Tang understood what he was talking about, and sighed softly: "Today is different from the past. Maybe Chang Feng is really a good boy, but with such talent, he will be chewed until there is not even a bone left. Are you ready to protect him forever?"

The tea bowl on the tea tray rolled down and fell on the wooden floor, and Gu Lulu rolled far away.

Wen Zhuyu heard the noise, stood up and asked, "What's going on? Are you burning?"

……

The child who had not sent the new quilt up the mountain slept in the master's dormitory. I warmly wished that Yu Xiu had reached the Nascent Soul and didn't need much sleep. He just tucked the corner of the quilt for him and sat aside to meditate.

Mu Changfeng closed his eyes and whispered, "Master."

Wen Zhuyu turned on the stove and asked, "Is it cold?"

Mu Changfeng shook his head, clutching the quilt in his hand, and remained silent for a long time, until Wen Zhuyu realized that he had fallen asleep, and then he said, "I'm not as good as you think."

Wen Zhuyu's heart softened suddenly, and he moved the futon closer to him, saying: "That day, Master gave you rice cakes and hid them in the firewood for you to eat secretly. Little girl, isn't she?"

Mu Changfeng opened his eyes and said, "Azhu, I came from the same village as me, and her mother asked me to take care of her."

Wen Zhuyu stretched out his hand, covered his eyes lightly, and motioned him to close them, "Her mother asked you to take care of her because she knew in her heart that Changfeng is a kind and good boy."

The child's thick eyelashes swept across his palm, he hesitated to speak.

After such a long silence, he suddenly said: "I am not kind, every time I am bullied, I really want to kill him."

The blood of the four races of human, devil, demon and ghost flows on his body, and he is born with evil and murderous tendencies. Wen Zhuyu sighed softly, moved his palm away, wiped the center of his brow with his thumb, and said in a low voice: "Everything is judged by deeds regardless of heart, Master was bullied like that, and he would be so angry that he wanted to kill someone. You did not change your nature in such a situation, and you did not swing your knife at the weaker. Such a person is a good person. Besides, it is not an exaggeration to think about it. But this sect The first rule of the door is to kill carefully, so—"

Mu Changfeng tightened his grip on the corners, but Wen Zhuyu blinked and said with a smile: "In the face of people who bully you, maybe we can choose some gentle methods, such as beating up or something."

Chief Mufeng said: "I can't form a pill."

Wen Zhuyu said: "Who said you can't form alchemy?"

He smiled, and said slowly: "Changfeng, have you heard of storytelling before?"

Mu Changfeng nodded, he had seen it in the village before.

"You've heard that the people in the stories of the storytellers have a rough life and many disasters, but have those difficulties been overcome one by one?"

"Not only has it passed, but it's also wonderful."

"You will be like them, even if others say it is impossible, you can do it."

Mu Changfeng was still young, and it was getting late, so he soon felt so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes. Although he tried his best to listen to him, his eyelids became heavy, his breathing slowed down, and he slowly fell asleep.

"Changfeng, let me tell you a secret. In fact, you are the protagonist of this world, the son of luck, the hero. No matter what happens in the future, whether Master can guarantee you a smooth sailing, you must remember this and remember the difficulties in front of you. It won’t be in your way forever. You’ll get past it, and you’ll be free.”

……

The 17-year-old Mu Changfeng knelt beside the hot spring pool, with black air between his brows and haggard blue stubble on his lips.

Wen Zhuyu didn't know whether to laugh or cry in the lingering mist, "Do you have to kneel down here? Get up quickly, the person called Chi Xiaofeng will see something like that, and think it's my master who is so mean. Kneel."

Mu Changfeng said sullenly: "Whoever dares to talk nonsense, I will beat him."

Wen Zhuyu: "..."

"This time, I didn't listen to you. I knew that the fox demon's cultivation was not shallow, but I was impulsive, and I was poisoned by the demon. I deserve it. Master shouldn't save me, let alone go to Four Elephant Sea."

Wen Zhuyu was so angry that he threw a ladle from the pool to hit him on the head. Although he hadn't been frostbitten in the Four Elephants Sea, his body was still very cold. As soon as his arms stretched out from the hot spring, they quickly changed from red to pale, "Oh , I won’t save you, I’ve been raising such a tall little apprentice for so many years, and it’s about to form an alchemy, do you want me to watch you being drained of spiritual power and turned into a mummy?”

Mu Changfeng took it obediently, leaving a red mark on his forehead, and carefully held up his wounded hand that was placed by the pool—it was the injury of the snake on the back of Xuanwu, and Wen Zhuyu was wounded for taking scales and blood After killing the spirit beast, the spirit beast will hate it, this penetrating wound is difficult to heal, even the suzerain can't deal with it, so he had to scold him, wrap him with gauze, and then try to heal slowly.He touched it lightly through the white gauze, not daring to use force, and said, "I'll find a way to heal your injury."

Wen Zhuyu joked, "Then you get hurt again, and I'll save you again. The two of us are perpetual motion machines?"

Mu Changfeng didn't know what a swimming chicken was, but he could roughly understand what he meant. Just as he was about to speak again, he heard Wen Zhuyu sigh: "You are here to save people, so I can't blame you for this. It's obviously Chixiao Peak I know all about the disasters caused by those daredevils, if you don't go, you will probably die... It's your fate that should have this calamity... Plot killing, there is no way to avoid it."

Mu Changfeng asked: "If you are lucky, can you just suffer?"

Wen Zhuyu thought for a while, and replied: "Fate is determined by God, and luck is man-made. There is a destiny, but you can't avoid it. But it doesn't matter if you can't avoid it. If you can't avoid it, just go through it, and the result is also good."

The cursive script hanging in Wen Zhuyu's study reads "knowing fate" and "not worrying".

Cultivating the Tao also cultivates the mind, but it is actually very difficult to achieve these four words.

Mu Changfeng was thoughtful, but Wen Zhuyu suddenly remembered another important matter, "I almost forgot, those daredevils got into trouble and pushed you out to take the blame. Go beat 'em up!"

Mu Changfeng nodded, "I just met him, and I've already beaten him by the way."

Wen Zhuyu was overjoyed. Seeing that he was still kneeling before he recovered, he was somewhat reluctant, so he stood up from the water and said, "Okay, stop kneeling. No matter how good other people's hills are, they still feel uncomfortable. Let's go back, you shave your beard, I-"

He was only wearing a thin white singlet. When he got up, the white coat was wet and stuck to his body, revealing the skin underneath.

Mu Changfeng didn't know where to look. He lowered his gaze, but saw two thin and slender legs and a pair of clean and delicate bare feet. With a red face on his face, he tried to behave normally, and reached out to help him, but bumped into him again. His waist, as a result, his neck and ears also turned red.

The temperature of his palm was hot, Wen Zhuyu raised his eyes and saw the expressionless little apprentice who looked like a cooked shrimp, and said amusedly and speechlessly, "I'm not naked, so you can be shy."

"It's a good thing you don't have to take a shower in the north—"

Mu Changfeng came back to his senses, moved his hands away, watched him go behind the screen, and suddenly slapped himself hard.

……

The 19-year-old Mu Changfeng was bound by chains. The blood stains on his clothes were about to turn black. He had been without food and water for days, which made his cheeks slightly sunken. A dark red left eye that showed a sinful bloodline, in such a haggard environment A face that looked even more terrifying.

Wen Zhuyu fed him water. He bit the rim of the bowl and drank it. After drinking a bowl, he let go, "They have already decided how to deal with me?"

Seeing that Wen Zhuyu didn't answer, he smiled again and said, "Ayan, don't come to see me then."

Wen Zhuyu didn't care about the word "Ayan", just sighed, brought out some snacks to feed him, and said, "Master is useless."

Mu Changfeng shook his head and stared at him steadfastly, "You're just too kind to be an opponent of those mosquitoes, mice, and cockroaches."

He thought for a while, then whispered: "I have nothing to regret. If it weren't for you, I would have died ten years ago."

Wen Zhuyu didn't expect that at this moment, he would want him to comfort him, and for a moment he felt his throat was choked up, and he couldn't utter a word.

After a long while, he said with difficulty, "Don't be afraid."

"Changfeng, don't be afraid."

"Do you still remember when you were a child, Master took you to the teahouse to listen to books? You said that although the fate of the people in the story was twists and turns, the result was good. In fact, you are just like the people in those stories... You are the story The people here, so you have to break through. As long as you break through, you will get a good result like them, you know?"

Mu Changfeng met his eyes, with the flickering fire in the water prison reflected in his eyes, he was silent for a moment, then nodded suddenly, and said seriously: "I believe it."

Wen Zhuyu's eyes were slightly red, and he gritted his teeth and said, "You have to really believe it! You have to live to see me!"

"Okay, I promise."

……

Mu Changfeng, who was more than nine hundred years old, sat alone on the edge of the Shuangxue Peak. The spiritual veins of the Lingshan Sect were dry, and no one lived here.

The nine peaks of Lingshan Mountain are no longer the same as before. There is only one Shuangxue Peak with three seasons of snow. Once the snow falls, it will still be the Shuangxue Peak of 900 years ago.

Mu Changfeng repaired several houses on Shuangxue Peak again—it was too old, the mountain was damp, and the wood had already rotted. He repaired it several times, but the old houses still couldn't be kept, so they had to build them on the same spot. The new house, and then the new house rotted, so I had to build a new house.This time he came to stay for a few nights, and he always felt that there was still a faint smell of damp in the house, and the quilt was also damp. The charcoal that had been burned for several days was not like the warm and dry old house before.

There was a jar of wine by his side, and when he slowly woke up from the sea of ​​consciousness, he saw something. Looking at the distant mountains and clouds, there was still a smile on his face.

Ye Feibai picked up the wine jar beside him and shook it. When it was empty, he casually threw it down from the edge of the cliff, sat casually beside him, and said, "I still don't quite understand, let me explain it a little bit."

"Our world is a story book, and the trajectory of all major events has been written. Small things can be changed, but major events cannot be changed. Wen Zhuyu came from another world and knew about it from the beginning. But he is destined to die somewhere Time has disappeared into your story, so not only is he dead, but he can't even keep his body... This is called 'plot killing'. When we tried to find a doctor, we were wrong in terms of thinking."

Mu Changfeng waved his hand towards the bottom of the cliff, causing the wine jar to fly back and nodded.

"That has nothing to do with the prophecy. Can you stop taking risks on your birthday, in case your sister finds out, I haven't even thought about where to hide—"

Mu Changfeng said: "I don't know, I can't gamble."

"Since this is the case, it's better to go to the author of the book, as long as he changes the ending, he will come back."

Mu Changfeng said lightly: "The time rules after the skybreak are different from what you imagined. Everything that happened cannot be changed. Even if the ending of the story is changed, it will only create a brand new world and has nothing to do with us."

"What about the continuation?"

Mu Changfeng shook his head.

Ye Feibai said: "No, since Wen Zhuyu knows your story, it means that he originally existed in the same world as the book writer. If you want to find the book writer, you might as well go to him directly."

Mu Changfeng nodded and said, "Yes, did you just find out?"

Ye Feibai: "..."

Ye Feibai sighed: "That's not coming back again. What else can I do? Do you have an idea?"