Xiaoshan Yeyu Susili

Wuji stayed with Yang Xiao in Zuowang Peak.

Bugui is awakened by nightmares from time to time because of the loss of his mother, and once again coaxes him to wake up crying without regret

"Brother Wuji, is my mother really dead? Does she not regret it?"

"how could be."

Hugging Bugui in his arms tightly, Wuji patted her back to comfort her.

"Aunt Ji didn't die, she just turned into a star and flew into the sky."

"really?"

Buhui opened his eyes to look at him, Wuji nodded, simply picked her up and sat by the window, pointed at the brightest star in the sky

"I don't regret it, look, Aunt Ji is over there."

Looking in the direction he pointed, Bugui saw the twinkling star

"If you don't regret thinking about Aunt Ji, just look up at the stars, which one is the brightest, that one is Aunt Ji."

"Really? Then if you don't regret being obedient, mother will always be watching me in the sky."

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Coaxing Buhui back to sleep, Wuji gently closed the door, leaned on the bamboo railing and looked up at the stars in the sky, without saying a word for a long time.

Too many things happened these days, seeing Bugui and Aunt Ji separated forever...

I don't know how my mother is doing now.Slightly sighed and stroked his heart

He misses his mother...

Yang Xiao came back after finishing the matter. Seeing Wuji leaning on his head, he didn't know what he was thinking, so he beckoned him to come down.

"Uncle Yang, you are looking for me."

"Well, why don't you go to bed so late?"

Wuji shook his head, turned his head and glanced at the door of Bugui's room, with worried eyes

"I don't regret that my sister is often awakened by nightmares, I am worried."

After thinking about it, he asked

"Uncle, is there a piano here?"

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Gently pluck the strings, the sound of the piano is clean and ethereal, making people comfortable and peaceful.At the end of the song, Wuji slightly looked through the window to see Bugui inside, and was relieved to see her frowning eyebrows unfurled.

"Thank you, Uncle Yang, for your piano."

In the gazebo, Yang Xiao and Wuji were sitting opposite each other.

"I didn't expect you to play the violin well when you were young."

Wuji scratched his head

"It's all taught by my mother. The "Pure Heart and Universal Mantra" just now was taught by my mother."

Seeing this, Yang Xiao raised his eyebrows

"I didn't expect the Eagle King to teach such a good daughter and grandson."

What he said, people who don't know him must have gotten angry, but Wuji listened, and the smile on his face became bigger and bigger.

"I heard that Uncle Yang once went to the Sky Eagle Sect and had a fight with grandpa?"

"There is such a thing. I humiliated your grandfather and uncle. Don't you hate me?"

"Why hate?"

I don't know why

"There are always winners and losers in a contest between the two sides. What's more, you didn't take advantage of my grandfather's injury. This is much better than most people."

"What's more, Grandpa never meant to blame. Sometimes he talked about Mingjiao in a respectful tone. Even if he established Tianyingjiao separately, he never forgot Mingjiao and always paid attention to the situation of Guangming Temple."

"That's how it is..."

This is indeed the way the Eagle King behaves.

Yang Xiaofu said again:

"Your mother is the beloved daughter of King Ying, her name is Susu?"

"Yes, my mother is the head of the Ziwei Hall of the Skyhawk Sect."

"Then your father...is Wudang Zhang Cuishan?"

When Yin Susu and Wudang Zhang Cuishan were kidnapped by the golden-haired lion king Xie Xun to Binghuo Island because of the dragon sword, there was a lot of trouble when they returned to the Central Plains after more than a year.

"Zhang Wuxia?"

Mowgli shook his head

"He's not my father. My mother said that we married him in the name of husband and wife and never had anything to do with him. As for my father, I heard from mother that he is no longer alive. Maybe the grass on the grave is taller than me."

"what?"

Hearing these words, Yang Xiao didn't know why Yang Xiao felt uncomfortable as if he had been punched in the heart.

"Then you haven't looked for it?"

"I looked for it, but I didn't find it."

Wuji gradually came back to his senses, and looked at him teasingly, with a light in his eyes

"Uncle, you ask me about my mother, do you like my mother?"

"Me? Like your mother?"

His question made Yang Xiao slightly speechless.

"Why do you think so?"

"Listen to what you just said. Eight out of ten sentences are about my mother."

With an expression of "I knew it", Wuji leaned over and tugged at his sleeve

"Uncle Yang, why don't you marry my mother and be my stepfather."

"...Why? You want to have a father and I can recognize you as a son."

"I have a grandfather and uncle so I don't need a godfather, only a stepfather. I don't want my mother to be alone for the rest of her life, with no one around me who knows what's going on. Uncle Yang, do you want to think about it?"

"You boy, you can think of all kinds of weird things in your mind."

Yang Xiao raised his hand and patted his forehead lightly.

"I don't think so."

Wuji covered his head and looked at him

"Uncle Yang, why don't you think about it first~"

He turned a corner when he should have refused, and the figure of the woman from ten years ago suddenly appeared in front of him, Yang Xiao had no choice but to say:

"...talk later."

Seeing that he didn't refuse, Wuji smiled and ran back to the room.

Yang Xiao shook his head helplessly seeing him like this, picked up the cold tea on the table and drank it, and was about to go back to the room when a figure appeared in front of him, and he looked up at him

"You came..."