Chapter 2: Different Background
Every night, the memories of his previous life appeared in Fang Xiu's dreams like scenes from a flashback movie.

He saw his predecessor kneeling in front of a grave, digging his fingers deep into the soil, crying bitterly.

Standing next to him was an angry middle-aged man, his originally gaunt and handsome face was full of resentment, veins bulged on his neck, and he looked coldly at the words on the tombstone.

There were three people kneeling at the middle-aged man's feet, one in his teens and two in their twenties. They knelt on the ground and kowtowed, begging bitterly.

Only this child completely ignored the people around him, did not beg for mercy from the middle-aged man, and was even too lazy to look at him. His mind was only on the deceased in the grave.

The middle-aged man finally lost his patience after hearing the three men's crying. He suddenly cut the tendons of the two young men's legs. Then his eyes softened slightly, and he broke the left leg of the teenage boy. Then he turned around and looked at the child who had his back to him.

The child also realized what was going to happen. He turned his head and looked at the middle-aged man coldly, with his back straight and head held high. He seemed to be saying something, but there was no fear in his eyes, only a little resentment.

The middle-aged man seemed to be angered by the boy's words. He reached out and grabbed the boy's neck and threw him into the air, then snapped his right hand and hit the boy's left leg.

Every time he dreamed of this, the severe pain in his left leg would wake Fang Xiu up in an instant, and he would be sweating all over. Fang Xiu would silently curse Huang Yaoshi in his heart, and madly output words in the language unique to the 21st century, but in the end he could only come to a helpless conclusion.

"God damn it, I'm Fang Xiu, not Wu Mianfeng."

Fang Xiu shook his head, trying to get rid of the images in his mind and his resentment towards Huang Yaoshi, and continued to move forward with difficulty. It took him more than half an hour to return to the abandoned house.

A Ku was the only one in the abandoned house. Taoist Mo had gone out of town early in the morning to collect herbs in the mountains.

A Ku curled up on the haystack like a kitten, covered with a few pieces of rags. She twitched unconsciously a few times and muttered something.

Fang Xiu walked up to her and saw that Ah Ku's face was pale. She was obviously six years old, but her figure looked like she was only three or four years old. She was so thin that it made people feel distressed. Due to long-term malnutrition, her hair was sparse and dry, and her eye sockets were sunken.

Even so, when Fang Xiu had just crossed over and was unable to get up, it was she who went out to beg for food every day to help Fang Xiu barely survive.

Children in later generations will never suffer such hardships, as each one of them is a little fairy.

Fang Xiu reached out and touched her forehead, and breathed a sigh of relief. The little girl's fever had finally subsided.

Taoist Mo is a man who is hard-mouthed but soft-hearted and always talks nonsense. He calls himself a Taoist priest, but he is no different from a beggar. Fortunately, he really knows a little about medicine. Fang Xiu's legs can get better little by little, and the little girl's fever can go down quickly. It is all thanks to him.

Fang Xiu didn't even bother to rest. He poured the rice cakes he was about to receive into the earthenware pot, crushed them with a wooden stick, added some water, and then poured in the vegetable leaves. It was barely a bowl of mixed vegetable porridge. Then he lit the extinguished fire and placed the earthenware pot on the fire.

A Ku's stomach can't tolerate such dry and hard things now, so the patient always has to drink something thin.

The firewood in the fire crackled, and he stared at the clay pot on the fire in a daze, his eyes gradually losing focus.

He once again saw the gentle and virtuous woman in green, rowing a small boat with the young Wu Mianfeng on board, floating on Lake Taihu. There were many lotus flowers on the lake. The woman reached out and picked a lotus pod, peeled out the lotus seeds, removed the bitter core of the lotus seeds, and stuffed it into Wu Mianfeng's mouth, smiling with loving eyes.

The scene changed and turned into a pale mourning hall. The woman was dressed in mourning and looked extremely weak. Wu Mianfeng, who was wearing mourning clothes and looked confused, knelt beside her and kowtowed to everyone who came to burn incense and pay homage. The tablet in the mourning hall read, "The late father Wu Gong, whose taboo name was Zhengkang, was made by the filial son Wu Chengyu."

Finally, the woman fell headfirst to the ground. Little Wu Mianfeng looked at his mother in horror and burst into tears.

The woman eventually fell ill and was bedridden. When she was dying, another woman in green came to her bedside, held her hand and cried softly. A middle-aged man stood beside her, holding a jade flute, silent.

Wu Mianfeng stared blankly at the woman he had never seen before. She was 80% similar to his mother. His mother said that she was his aunt.

The last thing Fang Xiu saw was Wu Mianfeng kneeling in front of the grave, unable to cry anymore. He would never see his mother again. He turned to look at his aunt, who was crying. She looked so much like his mother that Wu Mianfeng couldn't help but walk over and hold her hand tightly.

The memory of a ten-year-old child is not complicated, and Fang Xiu quickly discovered the hidden story.

Huang Yaoshi had six major disciples, and Wu Mianfeng was the youngest. He only left a name from beginning to end, and no more news was heard about him. However, his background was completely different from that of his senior brothers and sisters.

The other disciples, such as Qu Lingfeng, were orphans who were saved by Huang Yaoshi when their families encountered disasters.

They were grateful for Huang Yaoshi's great kindness, and respected and loved him very much, but they were also afraid of him to the core.

But for Wu Mianfeng, his feelings for Huang Yaoshi were very weak. The person closest to him on Peach Blossom Island was always Feng Heng, his aunt and Huang Yaoshi's wife.

Wu Mianfeng's mother is Mu Qingyin, and she is a cousin of Feng Heng. Feng Heng is the daughter of Mu Qingyin's aunt.

Mu Qingyin is a few years older than Feng Heng. They have been close since childhood, but they only stopped seeing each other after Mu Qingyin got married and they were separated.

Wu Mianfeng's father's family, the Wu family of Wujiapo, passed down farming and martial arts from generation to generation. The family's Yanqing Fist was quite famous in the Jiangnan area.

The family also ran the Yangwu Escort Agency, and Wu Mianfeng's father, Wu Zhengkang, was a leader of the agency.

Five years ago, Wu Zhengkang encountered a group of vicious bandits called Yifeng from Jiangnan while he was escorting a vehicle. They were a group of robbers who were roaming around burning, killing, and looting.

Yizhuanfeng never leaves anyone alive during a robbery. The Wu family's escorts fought fiercely and killed half of the robbers, but in the end they were outnumbered and all died in the battle.

The bad news came back that Mu Qingyin fell ill and could not get up. Huang Yaoshi and Feng Heng happened to be traveling here. Mu Qingyin and Feng Heng only had time to see each other for the last time before Mu Qingyin passed away.

Wu Mianfeng was only five years old at that time when he experienced the tragedy. Feng Heng, thinking of her relationship with her sister, offered to adopt Wu Mianfeng out of pity.

The Wu family has a very upright family tradition. The family members will naturally be properly taken care of and carefully cultivated. There has never been such a dirty thing as the family being wiped out. Wu Mianfeng could have lived a worry-free life.

However, Wu Mianfeng, who had just lost his parents, was extremely dependent on Feng Heng and did not want to be separated from her for a moment.

In the end, the Wu family respected Wu Mianfeng's wishes and let Feng Heng take Wu Mianfeng away. He was then naturally accepted as the sixth disciple by Huang Yaoshi.

In the five years after arriving on the island, Wu Mianfeng was carefully cared for by Feng Heng and gradually came out of his grief. In his mind, Feng Heng had long replaced his mother.

What was a little unpleasant was that Wu Mianfeng's aptitude was average, his progress in martial arts training was slow, and he was completely not in Huang Yaoshi's eyes. Huang Yaoshi was usually extremely cold and indifferent to him, but Wu Mianfeng didn't care much about it, and he seldom called Huang Yaoshi "Master".

So Wu Mianfeng, a disciple of Peach Blossom Island who is not even a supporting role, is actually a relative of Peach Blossom Island, Huang Rong's cousin, and the future brother-in-law of a certain hero.

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