When Wei Wuxian traveled back in time

Wei Wuxian’s mind was in a state of confusion. He suddenly raised his head and looked at Xiao Xingchen and said, “Uncle Master, tell me, I am already dead. Is this heaven or hell…”

Not knowing why Wei Wuxian would say such a thing, Wen Ning asked Xiao Xingchen with a puzzled look on his face: "Master...what happened to Master Wei?"

Xiao Xingchen thought about it for a moment, and based on all of Wei Wuxian's reactions, he probably understood something.

He said, "Don't worry, he just woke up. He must have had a nightmare. Let's not disturb him. Let him have a good rest."

Wen Ning nodded: "Then I will go make a bowl of calming soup for Master Wei."

Having said that, he ran out.

Xiao Xingchen pulled out a stool and sat quietly aside. After Wei Wuxian calmed down, Xiao Xingchen asked, "Are you really Wei Ying, Wei Wuxian?"

Wei WuXian still hadn’t figured out what was going on. He was certain that he was dead, but how could it be…

Wei WuXian covered his chest, feeling his adrenaline surge and blood rushing to his brain. He gasped for breath, “Uncle Master, I…”

Wei Wuxian couldn't explain it. Wen Ning's sudden appearance didn't match the facts in his mind. He couldn't react and even felt that everything he saw was fake.

Xiao Xingchen gave him spiritual power to help him calm down. After he was basically calm, he said softly, "Don't be nervous, don't let your mind wander."

Wei Wuxian opened his mouth, his pupils trembling as he stared at Xiao Xingchen. He said in a hoarse voice, “Uncle Master, I’m tired… I want to rest.”

Xiao Xingchen agreed: "Since you are tired, I won't bother you anymore. Have a good rest. I'm next door. You can call me anytime if you have anything."

Wei WuXian nodded.

After Xiao Xingchen left, Wei Wuxian closed the door of the room. His consciousness was still in the burning fire. He had originally intended to destroy the Yin Tiger Talisman and die, but at this moment, everything in reality was so weird.

Not only did he have a new uncle, but Wen Ning also looked like a good human being.

Wei Wuxian came to the bed in a daze and lay on his back.

The quilt is soft and sinking into it can relieve physical fatigue, but the psychological heaviness can never be erased.

His emotions were suppressed, his breathing became heavier and heavier, and more and more difficult. Wei Wuxian looked up at the sky with a half-focused look, his eyes were filled with the raging fire that was burning again, and he was surrounded by countless people cursing at him. For a moment, he was once again plunged into the endless darkness...

"The evil ways must be repaid with blood!"

"You despicable Wei dog are inhumane. Today we are going to burn you and your nest to ashes!"

"..."

"Look! He took out the Yin Tiger Talisman!"

"Don't be afraid. For the sake of world peace from now on, we must win this battle today!"

"We can't let this inhuman thing continue to run rampant!"

"Yes! Kill him, kill him!"

"There is still justice in this world, and evil will not be tolerated!"

……

"Is he destroying the Yin Tiger Talisman?!"

"Don't be afraid, we'll all come together!"

"Go ahead——!!!"

……

The moment he closed his eyes, the whole world was in chaos, and when he opened his eyes again, Wei Wuxian was surrounded by peace.

The dim candlelight and the dancing shadows on the bed curtains.

My eyeballs felt sore and the corners of my eyes were slightly moist, but no tears flowed.

Wei Wuxian lay flat for a long time. Although his face was expressionless, the turmoil in his heart never stopped.

I felt the quilt pressing against my body. After a while, my entire back felt warm and I gradually came to my senses.

Lifting one hand to his waist, he found no flute. Wei Wuxian stood up and searched the room for a while, but did not find his Chen Qing.

Wei WuXian came to the thing that had been thrown on the ground for a while and bent down to pick it up.

Holding it casually in his hand, it was a long-lost feeling. Wei Wuxian tried it out and was surprised to find that there was a golden elixir running continuously in his body.

There was an endless stream of spiritual energy flowing in the palm of his hand. Wei Wuxian tried to strike out and slapped the back of the chair, and the whole chair fell apart.

Wei Wuxian's expression became more and more weird. Looking at the sharp sword blade, Wei Wuxian stretched out his left hand without hesitation and scratched the blade. The intense pain came from the wound, telling Wei Wuxian that this was not a dream and he was not dead.

Wei Wuxian stared at the finger that was bleeding, and a guess came to his mind, and the smile on his face grew bigger.

I'm back in time!!!

Wen Ning came back with the calming soup, and the first thing he saw was Wei Wuxian staring at his bleeding finger and grinning foolishly.

He rushed over and placed the calming soup on the table, then took out the handkerchief he always carried with him and tied it around Wei Wuxian.

"Master Wei, what are you doing?"

Wei WuXian looked at Wen Ning's normal face and guessed in his mind what year it was.

After Wen Ning bandaged Wei Wuxian's wound, he brought the calming soup to him and said, "Master Wei, drink the calming soup and then rest."

Wei Wuxian took a sip and swallowed it. He pulled Wen Ning and said with a smile: "Wen Ning, this is Qishan. You are here, so is your sister here too?"

Wen Ning took the bowl and put it aside: "Master Wei, you forgot, I told you before that my sister went on a mission and she hasn't come back yet."

Wei WuXian said 'oh': "What year is it now?"

Hearing this question, Wen Ning showed a questioning expression towards Wei Wuxian for the first time in his life: "Master, are you sick?"

Wei Wuxian took away Wen Ning’s hand that was about to touch his forehead: “I’m not sick. Tell me what year this is first.”

Wen Ning, whose hand was grabbed, said in a daze, "It's the 26th year of Xuanzheng now, how come you even forgot this?"

Hearing this, Wei WuXian’s smile froze on his face: “Twenty-six years…”

Wei Wuxian felt more and more that something was wrong with this world. The time in his world was also the 26th year of Xuanzheng, and it was the same now, so he did not go back to the past.

Wei Wuxian’s mind began to get confused. He wanted to verify a possibility, so he ran out of the room regardless of anything and ran out of the courtyard gate. Two Wen family monks appeared at the door and blocked his way.

"It's late at night, Master Wei, you'd better go back and rest."

The silvery moonlight stretched the shadows of the three people very long. When Wei Wuxian saw the man's attire, he was stunned and his eyes suddenly turned fierce. He gritted his teeth and said, "Wen dog?!"

The two Wen family monks looked at each other.

"Master Wei, you can't go out."

“You dare to stop me?” Wei Wuxian was about to hit someone, but Wen Ning, who had chased him, rushed over like an arrow, hugged Wei Wuxian’s waist, and dragged his body inside.

While controlling the people, he explained: "Sorry, sorry... Wei... Master Wei is sick... ...Please don't mind..."

Wei WuXian yelled, “Wen Ning, let me go!”

The people were pulled back and the door was closed tightly from the outside.