Fu Zhi Takes a Disciple

Since that astonishing conversation about "dreams" under the locust tree, the horrifying conjecture in Tang San's mind about the connection between Simulator and reality has gradually settled from the initial shock and turned into an almost certain knowledge.

But he didn't show any signs of it on his face. He still got up in the morning to practice, listen to lectures, and discuss with his companions as usual. He was as calm as if the huge waves in his heart that day had never happened.

Time is like a stream, flowing quietly in peaceful practice and adjustment.

In the blink of an eye, more than two months have passed since Mo Xuan's legs were healed by Nine Heart Begonia.

Today, Mo Xuan's complexion is no longer as sickly pale as before, but has the healthy rosiness that a young man should have.

His original thin figure gradually became plumper under the regular and nutritious diet of the Fu Family Xiaoyuan. Although he still looked thin, he no longer looked like he was slim and straight.

The most important thing is his legs.

After two months of careful conditioning and step-by-step rehabilitation, he can now walk as normal, run and jump without any problems, and can even follow Tang San for most of their basic physical training courses. There is no trace of his previous severed meridians and unconsciousness.

Nine Heart Begonia's reputation as "the best treatment in the world" is indeed not false.

After Zhao Wuji confirmed that Mo Xuan had completely recovered and was moving smoothly, a big stone finally fell in his heart.

This iron-tower-like man lingered in the small courtyard for a few more days, helping with some labor work and becoming increasingly familiar with several children.

But after all, he was concerned about the Shrek Academy's old brothers - Li Yusong, Lu Qibin... and, Flender.

He hates Yu Xiaogang with all his heart and soul!

He was also disappointed with Flender's later partiality and concealment.

But Shrek Academy is not only there with them, there are also memories that he Zhao Wuji has regarded as his home for more than ten years, including Paoze who supported the college with him and drank and cursed his mother.

He is a temperamental person, with clear likes and dislikes, and he mostly acts based on his heart.

Finally, one early morning, Zhao Wuji said goodbye to Fu Shiyan and Mo Xuan.

At the entrance of the hospital, he patted Mo Xuan's strong shoulders hard. Tong Ling's eyes showed reluctance, but more of a sense of relief after entrustment:

"Boy, stay well here! Follow Mr. Fu and Tang San and study hard! Don't waste this opportunity to start over again!"

He paused, his voice lowered, and he said with heavy instructions:

"I'm going back to Shrek. Some things and some people must be explained."

"Your justice...Teacher Zhao keeps it in mind."

Mo Xuan nodded heavily, his eye circles were slightly red, but he didn't say anything to save her.

He knows that Teacher Zhao has his own way to walk and his own loyalty to keep.

He just bowed deeply:

"Teacher Zhao, take care. Thank you... for never giving up on me."

Zhao Wuji laughed, the laughter was a bit harsh, and finally rubbed Mo Xuan's hair, turned around and strode away, his back fading away in the morning mist, still as calm as a mountain, but as if some kind of burden had been lifted.

After Zhao Wuji left, the rhythm of life in the small courtyard was not disrupted.

What is slightly surprising is that Fu Shiyan did not rush to repair Mo Xuan's collapsed Martial Soul.

His indifferent attitude towards this matter seemed to have long been forgotten.

Mo Xuan himself never took the initiative to ask.

Recovering from my leg injury, getting out of the wheelchair, feeling the earth with my feet again, walking and running, and bathing in the sun... This in itself is a great gift.

The initial ecstasy and eager desire to regain strength gradually settled down in two months of peaceful and fulfilling life.

The thirteen-year-old boy has experienced drastic changes, falling from the clouds into the mire, and then being pulled back from despair. His mind is like an iron embryo tempered by fire. Although he is still immature, he has lost the impetuousness and blindness he once had.

He no longer placed all his hopes on the power of others' promises, but began to cherish the hard-won peace and new life in front of him.

Here, he felt a completely different atmosphere from the Shrek Academy.

There is no "extreme training" that is eager for quick success, and there is no "theoretical authority" that is superior and unquestionable.

Some of them are Fu Shiyan's explanations of knowledge in a simple and in-depth way, and some of them are Fu Zhi's patient and meticulous practical teachings based on individual needs.

Tang San's calmness and self-discipline, Xiao Wu's agility and liveliness, Ma Hongjun's straightforwardness and optimism, Oscar's sharpness and transparency under the surface cynicism... These companions who were younger than him but had their own characteristics made him feel acceptance and simple friendship without utilitarianism.

He attended morning classes together, starting from the most basic Soul Power theory, and listened more carefully than anyone else.

He participated in physical training and persisted even if he couldn't keep up with the rhythm at first.

He helped clean up the yard and took care of the flowers and plants. In these trivial daily routines, he gradually regained the reality of life and washed away the remaining gloom and hostility in his heart.

In the past two months, he seemed to have shed an old shell. Although the scars and hatred of the past inside had not disappeared, they were wrapped up by a new and tougher thing, which no longer hurt and exposed at any time.

All this was quietly watched by another person.

Fu Zhi.

Titled Douluo, a level 92 plant control major, spends most of his time practicing in his quiet room in the backyard, or listening in on Fu Shiyan's lectures and occasionally providing additional guidance.

She doesn't talk much, and her temperament is as cold as a deep valley Youlan.

In the past two months, she had been observing this new boy.

Watch him go from being reserved and silent at the beginning to gradually relaxing and integrating.

Look at his focused eyes when listening to classes, and his gritted teeth and perseverance during training.

Look at the thoughts he reveals when discussing issues with Tang San, and the liveliness that belongs to a young man when he laughs and laughs with Xiao Wu Ma Hongjun.

What's more, he is doing the basic Soul Power induction exercises day after day without any distractions - even if his body is empty and he can't sense even half of the Soul Power fluctuations, he still keeps doing it every day.

This resilience of being able to calm down after experiencing a huge blow, not complaining about others, not getting anxious and rushing forward, but seizing everything that can be grasped in front of him, and moving forward steadily, gradually made a ripple of appreciation appear in Fu Zhi's cold eyes.

She could see that although this young man's Martial Soul foundation was destroyed, his character had been adjusted.

In the afternoon of this day, Fu Zhi finished regulating his breath in the quiet room and walked slowly to the study room in the front yard.

Fu Shiyan is writing something in front of the window, with a few strands of silver hair hanging down, and his profile looks a little hazy in the afternoon light.

Fu Zhi sat down on the chair opposite him, was silent for a moment, and then spoke directly, with a clear voice:

"Young Master, Mo Xuan That kid... I want to take him as my disciple."

Fu Shiyan didn't stop writing, the tip of the pen moved across the paper, outlining handwriting that was smooth and contained a certain rhythm.

He didn't raise his head and just asked lightly:

"Reason?"

Fu Zhi looked out the window. Under the locust tree in the courtyard, Mo Xuan was holding a broom and carefully sweeping the fallen leaves, his movements serious and focused.

She spoke slowly, "You have a tough mind, you are not depressed when you encounter great difficulties, you are calm and can endure hardships."

"He has a good character and is malleable."

She paused and turned her gaze back to Fu Shiyan:

"More importantly, I can see that the fire in his heart has not been extinguished, but has been temporarily sealed and tempered by himself."

"It would be a pity to abandon such a seedling just because Martial Soul was destroyed."

"Since you won't repair him Martial Soul yet, you must have other considerations."

"Before he Martial Soul recovers, or after he recovers, I am willing to teach him everything I have learned."

The inheritance of my 'Baihua Douluo' needs such a successor with a xinxing."

Fu Shiyan finally stopped writing.

He placed the brush on the pen mountain, raised his eyes, and looked at Fu Zhi with his silver-gray eyes calmly, as if he had already expected what she would say.

The sunlight outside the window is just right, illuminating the tiny dust particles.

In the courtyard, Mo Xuan finished sweeping the last fallen leaves, stood up straight, raised his hand to wipe the non-existent sweat from his forehead, looked at the blue sky, and showed a very faint, but real and relaxed smile on his face.

In the study room, the corners of Fu Shiyan's mouth curved upward slightly, almost imperceptibly.

"Yes." He uttered one word, concisely.