When Wei Wuxian traveled back in time

Wen Xu asked, "Where is Master Wei?"

Xiao Xingchen led everyone inside, allowing people to see that the two of them were indeed eating, drinking, and sleeping in the house.

Xiao Xingchen said, "Wuxian is drunk and can't wake up for the time being. I hope Sect Master Wen will bear with him."

Wen Xu stood there and watched for a while. He didn't say anything embarrassing, nor did he do anything embarrassing. He just exchanged some polite words with Xiao Xingchen and left.

Xiao Xingchen breathed a sigh of relief and turned around to look at the person on the bed who was either sleeping or unconscious.

I moved a stool and stood guard next to it.

Wei Wuxian slept for a whole day and a night.

It was already the next night when Wei Wuxian woke up. He slowly sat up and rubbed his temples. His mind was in a mess. After he calmed down and saw his surroundings clearly, he instinctively got out of bed.

There was some food still warming up on the table. Wei Wuxian just took a look and was about to open the door of the room, but just as he reached the door, he saw an unfamiliar person walking towards him.

Wei WuXian instinctively touched his waist but found nothing. Then he saw that the item placed beside him was actually his casual item.

Wei Wuxian didn’t have time to think about it. He took Suibian in his hand and hid behind the door. When the man walked over and opened the door, Wei Wuxian rushed out directly.

The man had no time to react and a sword was placed on his neck unexpectedly.

Wei WuXian said in a cold tone: “Where is this place?! Who are you?!”

Xiao Xingchen was very surprised: "Wuxian, what are you doing..."

Wuxian? Why did this person call him so intimately? Wei Wuxian did not let go of his attitude, but moved his sword closer to the man: "Answer!"

Xiao Xingchen's brain quickly pondered the possibilities of Wei Wuxian's unusual behavior, and then he replied, "This is Qishan, and I am Xiao Xingchen, a disciple of Baoshan Sanren."

Wei Wuxian was already filled with surprise when he heard the word Qishan. When the four words Baoshan Sanren came out, Wei Wuxian's whole body was shocked.

An inexplicable feeling emerged in my heart, it was trust and touch.

While the man was in a trance, the sword also retreated two points.

Xiao Xingchen pressed the sword's tip downwards with two fingers, turned his head to look at Wei Wuxian, and said in a gentle voice, "Your mother, Cangse Sanren, is my senior sister. According to seniority, you can call me uncle."

“Uncle-master?” Wei Wuxian murmured.

Xiao Xingchen nodded.

Looking at the man in white in front of me, although he is young, his eyes and brows are full of gentle enlightenment. Just by looking at his face, I can believe that he is a rare good man in the world.

After hearing the information "Baoshan Sanren" and "Uncle Master", Wei Wuxian suddenly put down the sword in his hand and hugged Xiao Xingchen as if he had seen a long-lost relative.

My emotions suddenly became uncontrollable.

He put his head on Xiao Xingchen's shoulder, and began to cry silently like a lost child who couldn't find his way home.

Although Xiao Xingchen didn't understand why Wei Wuxian suddenly reacted like this, he still let him hold him straight.

After an unknown amount of time, Wei WuXian stopped, let go of the man, wiped the tears from his face and said, “Sorry, Uncle Master, my tears got on your clothes.”

“It’s okay.” Xiao Xingchen looked at Wei Wuxian’s red eyes, where there were still traces of tears that had not dried yet.

This pair of eyes was not the same as the ones Xiao Xingchen had seen before. The fatigue and indifference in his eyes were like those who had experienced a thousand things in the world and had already turned into a pool of stagnant water.

Xiao Xingchen took a breath silently, pulled Wei Wuxian to sit at the table next to him, opened the warm food, and handed a pair of chopsticks to Wei Wuxian.

Wei WuXian took it, paused for a moment and started eating.

Wei Wuxian ate quickly and hastily, as if he had been hungry for a long time, with both sides of his cheeks stuffed with food.

Xiao Xingchen didn't say anything, but just looked at him, thinking of a possibility in his mind.

Wei WuXian ate all the food on the table in a flash, then put down his chopsticks, stood up and bowed: "Thank you for the hospitality, and thank you for saving my life."

Xiao Xingchen asked him to sit down and asked, "How old are you this year?"

Wei WuXian said, “Twenty-two.”

Xiao Xingchen was puzzled. Wei Wuxian was indeed twenty-two years old this year, but saying twenty-two at this moment did not match what Xiao Xingchen was thinking.

Last night, Xiao Xingchen saw some talismans drawn on the paper left over from Wei Wuxian's paper-cutting, and roughly guessed the reason why Wei Wuxian was unconscious.

Wei Wuxian acted as if he didn't recognize him just now, Xiao Xingchen guessed that his spiritual consciousness was damaged, and his memory was confused, or he had lost his memory.

But now...

Xiao Xingchen asked: "You just said I saved you? What happened to you?"

Wei WuXian pursed his lips and said, “Wasn’t it Uncle Master who rescued me from the mass grave? Or…”

Wei Wuxian seemed to have discovered the problem, but because his consciousness was not particularly stable at the moment, he had difficulty thinking and could not quickly connect the problems he was aware of with the information he had obtained.

As for what Wei Wuxian said, Xiao Xingchen was puzzled and didn't understand how it was related to the mass grave.

Xiao Xingchen glossed over the details and only said, "You were already unconscious when I found you."

Wei WuXian forced a sad smile from his lips: "I thought I was dead, but I didn't expect to see my uncle again and eat a hot meal."

Wei Wuxian's expression was full of emotion, as if he had stolen a moment of leisure from the chaotic world.

He was satisfied and indifferent, as if he would not complain even if he died in the next second.

There was a long silence between the two. Just as Xiao Xingchen was thinking about how to explain to Wei Wuxian his physical condition and his current vague consciousness, someone walked in at the door.

Arrive before anyone arrives.

"Master... Young Master Wei hasn't woken up yet? I want to send a message to my sister... ...and ask her to come back and help check on Young Master Wei's condition."

Before Xiao Xingchen could reply, Wei Wuxian stood up from the stool and rushed to the man, grabbing his shoulders and saying, “Wen Ning!”

Wen Ning was startled by Wei Wuxian: “Wei… Young Master Wei, you’re awake…”

Wei WuXian grabbed him and shook him vigorously, his voice high and full of disbelief: "You are really Wen Ning! How is this possible?!"

Wen Ning and his clansmen had long been crushed to ashes by the Lanling Jin Clan...

Xiao Xingchen quickly separated the two.

“Master Wei…?” Wen Ning was usually dull and didn’t think about too many things. He looked even dumber after being shaken by Wei Wuxian.

Wei WuXian let the man go, shook his head and stepped back, muttering as he did so: “Impossible, impossible, I must be dead… Yes… I am dead, I died in the mass grave…”