Fox demon: Carry my piano music with me forever

"I am an unfilial son. I have no ambition in this world and cannot fulfill my father's long-cherished wish..."

"I hope that in the next life, I will continue to be filial to you..."

boom......

After saying that, Wang Quan Fugui pressed his forehead against the cold floor and bowed for a long time to the last patriarch of the Wang Quan family in front of him.

Chapter 196: Not Like a Sword Immortal at All

Tushan, Changsheng Teahouse.

popping...

"Okay, the final process has been sorted out." Tushan Honghong clapped her hands, and everyone in the room breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's finally over." Fu Changsheng suddenly fell into the chair, pulling his collar to cool down and breathing heavily.

Since their last date, Fu Changsheng and Tushan Rongrong have hardly had a moment of rest during the preparations for their Qixi wedding.

If Tushan Honghong hadn't had experience in previous weddings, the workload would probably have doubled.

"I said, don't tear the clothes. I spent a lot of money to get Lady Tiancan to make them for me."

Cui Yuling glanced at Fu Changsheng with some dissatisfaction. Every detail under the gilded crimson robe was carefully designed according to Fu Changsheng's figure, making him look like an angel from heaven.

"But this outfit is too hot to wear." Fu Changsheng, who was used to wearing loose plain robes on weekdays, was not used to this kind of tight-fitting clothes.

“Puhu~”

"Pretty handsome, isn't it?"

Tushan Rongrong covered her mouth and chuckled, then reached out and patted Fu Changsheng on the back.

Compared with Fu Changsheng's solemn and luxurious wedding dress, Tushan Rongrong's wedding dress was directly modified from the Nichang Yuyi. Her every move seemed as ethereal and agile as a butterfly flapping its wings, and she looked like the immature emperor's son in the Jade Palace of Heaven.

"How about we switch?" Fu Changsheng held his forehead with his hand, somewhat depressed.

Unexpectedly, Tushan Rongrong just smiled and nodded: "Huh, I didn't expect that Changsheng you like to wear women's clothes, I really want to see it~"

"Oh?"

As soon as Tushan Rongrong said this, almost instantly, Tushan Honghong, Dongfang Yuechu, and Cui Yuling all looked over at the same time.

The looks of several people seemed to say: "You still have this habit?"

"...Forget it, I think it's fine like this now." Fu Changsheng felt a little scared by the scrutinizing eyes of several people and could only sigh helplessly.

"Is there something missing in our process?"

Cui Yuling suddenly scratched her face with her index finger in some confusion, feeling as if something was missing.

"Is there any?"

"Well, I also feel like there's something we've missed." Dongfang Yuechu raised a hand and whispered.

Everyone looked at each other and exchanged glances, then fell silent, as if they were thinking about something.

"..."

"Um, Uncle Negative."

After a long time, Dongfang Yuechu lowered his voice and approached Fu Changsheng, and asked tentatively in a low voice:

"Have we forgotten about Sister Yaya?"

"Who?"

"...It's alright."

After everyone packed their clothes for tomorrow and left, Tushan Rongrong helped Fu Changsheng untie his belt and unbutton his clothes while sighing nonchalantly, "I've been so busy lately. Now that everything is ready, I'm a little uncomfortable with the sudden leisure time."

Fu Changsheng glanced at him and chuckled, "Should I say you are worthy of me?"

"Isn't it all because of you guys who can't do anything except fighting?" Tu Shanrong frowned and puffed out her lips.

dong dong...

"Ok?"

In a trance, a sudden knock on the door interrupted their thoughts.

"Who is this? We're closed for the day." Fu Changsheng called out in a drawn-out tone.

Outside the door, Wang Quan Fugui took a deep breath, stood still and said, "Uncle, I am Wang Quan Fugui."

"I'm sorry to bother you so late, but my father wants to see you."

squeak~~

As soon as Wang Quanfugui finished speaking, the next moment, the door of the teahouse suddenly opened a crack.

The moment he saw Fu Changsheng, Wang Quan Fugui still bowed respectfully and bowed to Tushan Rongrong beside him.

"Come in." Fu Changsheng tied the belt he had just untied again and raised his hand to signal him to come in and talk.

However, Wang Quanfugui did not move, but just stood at the door.

"My father is looking for you. He wants to see you."

"Hegemony?" Fu Changsheng paused, then nodded thoughtfully. He must have received his invitation and came here specially.

"Why are you looking at me? Go ahead." Tushan Rongrong couldn't help feeling a little amused at Fu Changsheng's inquiring gaze, so she reached out and pushed Fu Changsheng from behind.

"Thank you, aunt."

Tushan Rongrong raised her eyebrows in surprise, and suddenly she couldn't help but sneered, "Hahaha...you are quite sweet, little guy. Say hello to the head of the Wang Quan family for me."

"Well, definitely."

Afterwards, Wang Quanfugui left the teahouse with Fu Changsheng and flew towards the bitter love tree.

When he saw Wang Quanbaye under the bitter love tree, Fu Changsheng was suddenly surprised. He didn't expect that he would be waiting for him here.

Wang Quan Baiye sat in a wheelchair, looking solemnly at the huge tree in front of him, wondering what he was thinking.

"Father."

The moment the two of them landed on the ground, Wang Quan Baiye finally came to his senses. He looked back at Fu Changsheng and smiled with some difficulty.

Wang Quan Baiye immediately waved his hand to signal Wang Quan Fugui to leave. The latter nodded and silently retreated two hundred steps away.

"You're here." Wang Quan Baiye smiled and waved to Fu Changsheng.

"Hey Baiye, doesn't the invitation say tomorrow? Why are you coming to see me tonight?" Although he said this, Fu Changsheng's face could not hide the joy of meeting an old friend again.

"you......"

But when Fu Changsheng walked up to Wang Quan Baiye and got close to him, the expression on Fu Changsheng's face suddenly froze.

Almost in an instant, Fu Changsheng's pupils shrank subconsciously, as if he was a little bit unbelievable.

The peerless swordsman who once ruled the Taoist Alliance and the Wang Quan family no longer had any spiritual energy in his body. Even his heartbeat and breathing were so weak that they were barely noticeable.

For some reason, Fu Changsheng suddenly felt a sour feeling in his heart, as if something was strangling him.

Wang Quan Baiye ignored Fu Changsheng's unbelieving look, but raised his hand and waved at him again, his hoarse voice softer: "Come here and talk to me for a while."

Now, Fu Changsheng knew why Wang Quan Baiye came to Tushan to find him in the middle of the night.

Fu Changsheng didn't say anything, but just blinked hard in the darkness, forcing back the tears that were about to flow out.

Then he took a step forward and walked to the side of Wang Quan Baiye. Fu Changsheng leaned over to support the wheelchair and smiled softly: "Why did you think of looking for me under the bitter love tree?"

Wang Quan Baiye also laughed.

"I'm so envious." Looking at the bitter love tree in front of him, Wang Quan Baiye murmured with bitterness in his eyes: "There is actually such a wonderful thing in this world that can allow lovers to continue their love in the next life."

Wang Quan Baiye spoke very slowly, and some clear images flashed through his mind inexplicably, like a kaleidoscope of images.

"I heard that you are going to marry the third in command of Tushan." Wang Quan Baiye glanced at the crimson wedding dress on Fu Changsheng and returned to his gentle smile from before.

"Well, everything is ready. I'm just waiting for you to come and drink at my wedding."

"It's a pity that I didn't get to drink the cup you and Miss Huaizhu had that year."

As he spoke, Fu Changsheng stretched out his hand, took out a bottle of exquisite fairy wine, and then took out two small wine cups. After filling them up, he handed one of them to Wang Quan Baiye.

"Today, let's drink these two glasses of wine together."

Wang Quan Baiye took the wine cup with a smile and drank it down happily.

As soon as the immortal wine went down his throat, Wang Quan Baiye could only barely feel a burning sensation in his throat and could no longer taste the flavor. Even the spiritual power contained in the exquisite immortal wine dissipated in an instant.

"Hahahahaha...good wine, good wine." Wang Quan Baiye smacked his lips and laughed.

Fu Changsheng also drank the immortal wine in the cup in one gulp. The wine slid down the corners of his mouth. His eyes suddenly turned red, but he was also smiling.

In a trance, Fu Changsheng noticed a white mask that Wang Quan Baiye placed on his legs.

The mask didn't have too many decorations, just a silly smiling face. No matter how you looked at it, it didn't look like a mask that a serious person would wear.

"You're still carrying that thing?" Fu Changsheng couldn't help but laugh.

“I can’t let it go, I can’t let it go…” Wang Quan Baiye murmured, and the smile on his face suddenly turned bitter.

This mask is the beginning of everything, and will also witness the end of the legend it represents.

Gradually, Wang Quanye's breathing began to slow down, and the world in front of him began to become blurry.

"It was so good back then. I wasn't afraid of anything."

Fu Changsheng looked up at the bright moon in the sky, and memories began to surge wildly in his mind. The young and familiar faces became more and more familiar, as if just yesterday, they were still roaming the world and doing whatever they wanted.

"Hehehe...yeah, the days spent with you all..."

Wang Quanye's voice became smaller and smaller, until finally, even he himself could not hear what he was saying.

He only felt that his body was very light, as if he was lifted up by the wind and returned to that year and that day.

My sister, Yang Yitan, Li Zizai, Li Quzhuo, Ji Wuji... old friends gathered around me, nodded at me, and called me "big brother".

At this moment, everyone's faces are still wearing masks that symbolize pride and resistance.

"It's really... nice to meet you..."

Gradually, Wang Quan Baiye's eyelids drooped silently, his fingers still tightly grasping the mask in his hand.