Wanbao Lady

Chapter 313 We were all wrong

At the same time, Qi Sheng also opened his eyes and his expression was moved.

"Brother Qi, do you still blame me in your heart?"

Listening to Murong Zhuo's question and looking at the other party's earnest and expectant eyes, Qi Sheng slowly shook his head.

"I know that you didn't do that on purpose, and I don't blame you any more."

At first, he still felt resentful because the other party had accidentally killed him. But now, after learning that the other party had done so many things, the last bit of resentment in his heart was completely resolved.

Hearing this, Murong Zhuo's eyes suddenly lit up.

But at the same time, he also noticed a key point in the other party's words.

"Brother Qi said 'already'? Could it be that..."

A guess suddenly arose in his mind.

Qi Sheng nodded and sighed softly, "After I became a ghost cultivator, I learned from the villagers that it was you who carried the coffin for me and fulfilled my last wish. From that time on, I no longer blame you."

As he spoke, Qi Sheng suddenly smiled. "By the way, I have to thank you for burying me in such a high place. Otherwise, I would not have the chance to become a wandering soul in the mountains, let alone a ghost cultivator. I would have been taken to the underworld to be reincarnated long ago. I would not be here today!"

The people present thought about it for a moment and immediately understood what the other party meant.

After a person dies, it is not easy to become a wandering soul.

Those who have no obsessions will be directly led by the cycle of reincarnation to be reborn.

Those who are obsessed may have the opportunity to stay in the human world temporarily, but they will also be targeted by the underworld officials and then brought under their jurisdiction and thrown into the underworld.

Wandering souls like those that stay in the world for a long time and are left unattended usually die in a godless place or come to a godless place by chance.

If Qi Sheng had been like the villagers of Dashi Township, his coffin would have been hung low in the cliff and would have been taken to the underworld by the local gods.

But his coffin was hung by Murong Zhuo at the highest point of the Hanging Coffin Cliff. In other words, with just a slight step, he could reach the mountains behind the Hanging Coffin Cliff.

There is the Watang Mountains.

And it is not an exaggeration to call the Watang Mountains in those days a land without gods!

Otherwise, Qi Sheng would not have been able to become the mountain god of the Wadang Mountains.

It is probably because of this reason that after Qi Sheng's death, his soul floated upwards in a daze and entered the Wadang Mountains behind the Hanging Coffin Cliff.

There was no chance for the local gods to take him in.

He then stayed in the mountains in a daze for decades, until he became the City God after Murong Zhuo died and sent his subordinates to teach him the ghost cultivation method.

After figuring out the reason for this coincidence, everyone sighed.

It's really God's will!

"Then Brother Qi...why don't you want to come see me?"

Hearing Murong Zhuo's question, even Chong Fan couldn't help but become curious.

According to Qi Sheng's words in the hall, he did not want to have any dealings with him because of what happened that year.

But since Qi Sheng already knew that Murong Zhuo carried the coffin for him and no longer resented him, the reason must not be that simple.

As expected, Qi Sheng hesitated for a while, looked at the empress next to him, then looked at Murong Zhuo, and finally sighed deeply and stopped hiding it.

"Although I no longer blame you, there is still a trace of resentment in my heart..."

After all, dying young, or dying in such an "inglorious" way by a villain's sneak attack, would make anyone feel uncomfortable.

"Besides... I later learned that you have become the City God, and so many years have passed, while I am just a small wild ghost in the mountains. I don't know if you still remember me, or if you have already forgotten me..."

As he spoke, a trace of loneliness and melancholy flashed in Qi Sheng's eyes.

"I thought, since the past is over, then... the bridge is the bridge, the road is the road, from now on, I will not see you, and... will not cause you any trouble..."

As soon as these words came out, Murong Chenghuang's old face moved and his lips trembled slightly.

"So that's how it is... So that's how it is... I thought... Alas, Brother Qi, we were all wrong!"

Murong Chenghuang sighed deeply and tears streamed down his face.

The conversation had been cleared up and there was no more misunderstanding, and both of them were deeply moved.

"Brother Qi!"

"Brother Murong!"

Under the golden osmanthus tree, the two who almost became close friends hugged each other tightly after more than 400 years of separation.

Sad and happy.

Seeing this, everyone was happy for the two of them, and Chongfan also nodded with satisfaction.

After a moment, the two separated, looked at each other, and laughed heartily.

After laughing, Qi Sheng suddenly looked over, then bowed respectfully and said, "When we competed, there was no referee. Today, I would like to ask Your Majesty to be the referee. What do you think?"

Are you planning to re-conduct the unfinished competition from that year?

Chongfan smiled slightly, and a heroic spirit suddenly rose in his heart. He could not help but say loudly: "Okay, then I will be the referee today! There happens to be a martial arts arena in the secret realm, why not move there."

She was about to wave her hand to cast a spell, but she saw Qi Sheng laugh and wave his hand, saying, "This place is great. Your Majesty, please rest assured. I will never harm your precious trees."

As he said this, he bowed again as a token of gratitude.

Seeing this, Murong Chenghuang also followed suit and saluted.

The next moment, Qi Sheng turned around and looked Murong Zhuo up and down, but said uncomfortably: "Uh, you should change back to your previous appearance!"

"Why?" Murong Zhuo was puzzled.

"It's awkward no matter how I look at it, and I don't want to beat up an old man."

As soon as these words were spoken, I don't know who was the first to burst out laughing.

Murong Zhuo also laughed helplessly.

Then, with a wave of his sleeves, he transformed from a bearded old man in his sixties or seventies into a young knight in his prime.

He was wearing a simple white suit, with a tall and slender figure, and handsome and clear eyes, just as he looked back then.

"Hahaha, that's right, watch out!"

Qi Sheng threw the first punch, and Murong Zhuo subconsciously tried to use his magic power to resist, but he didn't feel any sign of magic power flowing from the opponent.

I suddenly understood.

So he withdrew his magic power and took the punch.

Without spiritual power or magic weapons, the two were just like mortal warriors, fighting back and forth under the osmanthus tree, relying only on their own qualities and skills.

Just like before.

Sometimes the palm wind brushed the face, sometimes the leg swept past, stirring up a rain of osmanthus flowers, but because neither side used spiritual power, it did not harm the surrounding spiritual trees in the slightest.

Although they did not have the gorgeous magic and powerful destructive power like those of the cultivators, everyone watched it with gusto and cheered from time to time.

After the two of them fought for hundreds of rounds, Qi Sheng was finally defeated.

But he was not discouraged, instead he was smiling happily.

"Hahaha, so happy!"

"Then Murong Chenghuang should be the winner of this competition." Chongfan also said with a smile.

Hearing this, everyone burst into laughter.

Murong Zhuo immediately clasped his hands and said, "Thank you very much, Your Majesty! If it weren't for Your Majesty hosting this banquet, the two of us wouldn't have been able to resolve the misunderstanding. Please accept my greetings!"

Having said that, he immediately bowed down.

Qi Sheng also stepped forward and said solemnly, "Thank you, Your Majesty!" Then he bowed as well.

Chongfan helped one of them up with one hand and said, "Please stand up quickly! This is nothing, just a small favor. Today, the two of you have reconciled and reconciled, which shows the precious friendship in the world. It is rare to have such a precious gift. It is truly a good story in the world!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the red osmanthus branch that Murong Zhuo wore on his waist suddenly flashed with bright light.