After Xiaopang met his uncle Qingfengzi, he immediately felt the love of his elders. Qingfengzi asked him about his well-being and carefully inquired about Xiaopang's childhood experiences. Xiaopang told him everything he could, focusing on how he was bullied, and even the magic weapon that the sect should give him was stolen, and he was given a broken sword. As for Xiaopang's life magic weapon, and the matter of him and Han Yufeng, the adulterous couple, who were trying to kill each other for money, he naturally did not mention a word.
After hearing what Xiaopang said, Qingfengzi was furious. He said angrily, "Your parents' things were all obtained by their own fighting. Why did the sect take them away? What kind of rule is this? Someone must be bullying you! Xiaopang, don't worry. When I return, I will report this to the dean and ask him to keep it well.]
Go to the page and get rid of those greedy, treacherous villains!"
"Uncle Master," Xiaopang couldn't help but smile bitterly, "Is it better not to alarm the dean with such a small matter?"
In Xiaopang's mind, the dean of Xuantian Villa, as a Yuanying master, was a person who was high above and unattainable. How could he dare to provoke him? Even if he was wronged, he would not dare to disturb such a high-ranking person as the dean. It was like when ordinary people were bullied by local yamen runners, they would definitely not think of going to the emperor to complain, because the level difference was too great.
But unexpectedly, after hearing this, Qing Fengzi said disapprovingly: "Xiao Zhong, you don't know this. With the relationship between your parents and the dean, it's right for you to find him. If he knew that I didn't take good care of you, he would feel guilty!"
"What?" Xiao Pang was shocked when he heard it and asked, "My parents are related to the dean?"
"Of course. Even your name was given by the dean!" Qingfengzi nodded.
"I" Xiaopang was so angry that he almost burst out with swear words when he heard this. Song Zhong, Song Zhong, is this a name given by people? Because of this name, he has been despised since he was a child. Now people frown when they hear this name. It is too unlucky. Thinking of this, Xiaopang couldn't help but said aggrievedly: "Uncle Master, does the dean have a grudge against my father?"
"No? He thinks highly of your father. Your father is talented and hardworking. Most importantly, he has a very good character. He is as kind as a pine tree, filial to his master, and righteous. He suits the dean's taste very well. He originally planned to accept your father as a disciple after he entered the Golden Core Realm. How could there be any grudge?" Qing Fengzi asked curiously, "Why do you think so?"
"Listen to my name, Song Zhong," the fat boy said angrily, "Who would call someone that? It's too unlucky. People say my parents died because of my name! They say I'm born to be unlucky!"
"This..." Qing Fengzi said with a smile, "Don't listen to their nonsense. It's not true. As for your name, it was indeed the mistake of the dean. When you were born, he was there, and seeing that you were white and plump, quite likable, he couldn't help but say to you, 'Your conduct is like a bell, you will become a great man in the future, you can be named as such!' But after he finished speaking, he suddenly realized that your father's surname was Song, and if you were named 'Zhong', it would become Song Zhong! It seems a bit unlucky!"
"Originally, when the dean discovered this problem, he was extremely embarrassed and wanted to change it. But your father was stubborn. In order to save the dean's face, he held his nose and approved your name. So you became Song Zhong! Haha!" Qingfengzi couldn't help laughing.
"Uncle Master, you are still making fun of me!" Xiaopang said with a helpless look.
"Haha, no more laughing, no more laughing!" Although Qingfengzi said this, the smile on his face did not subside at all.
Xiao Pang was helpless and could only change his words: "Uncle Master, since my father and the dean have such a relationship, why did the dean not care about me when I was tortured so much? Is it because my talent is useless and my father passed away, so people don't care about me anymore?"
"No, no, the dean is a man of integrity and has a very good reputation in the sect. He really cares about your father. If he knew about your situation, he would definitely not sit idly by and watch you being bullied!" Qing Fengzi then explained, "The reason why he didn't find out about your situation over the years is because he just couldn't spare the time!"
"Has the dean been in seclusion? For decades?" Little Fatty asked curiously, "Even if he is in seclusion, is the dean's wife also in seclusion?"
"Ahem!" Qing Fengzi coughed twice, then smiled mysteriously and said, "You are right. The dean and his wife have been in seclusion since you were born, and they haven't come out until now!"
Xiaopang was very keen to notice that there was something strange in Qingfengzi's expression. It was obvious that the retreat of the dean and his wife was not that simple. He didn't understand what was going on, so he didn't bother to ask more. He said, "Oh, uncle, there is one thing I can't figure out. How did my parents die? Why didn't the sect give me accurate information? They only told me that they were in trouble outside, and didn't say anything else!"
"Oh, you're asking the wrong person!" Qing Fengzi said with a bitter smile, "Because I violated the sect rules, I was punished to stay here for 20 years. When I came here, your parents were still fine. It was several years later when I heard the news of their death! I really don't know what happened to them. However, we cultivators often run outside, and it is common to encounter danger. Even cultivators in the foundation-building stage have suffered casualties. Why, do you suspect something is wrong?"
"Oh, I just want to know what happened!" Xiaopang said a little depressed: "As a son, I don't even know how my parents died. It's really unacceptable!"
"Well, it's rare that you have such filial piety. When I return to the mountain in a few years, I will inquire for you!" Qingfengzi nodded.
"Thank you, Uncle Master!" Xiaopang bowed hurriedly.
"You're welcome. It's all my duty!" Qing Fengzi said, "By the way, Xiao Pang, since you'll be by my side in the future, I'll have to take on the responsibility of educating you when your parents are not around. We are cultivators, and we pursue the way of heaven. You must practice well in the future, and never let the prosperity outside confuse your eyes, understand?"
"I know," Xiaopang said, and looked obediently at the 'gorgeous' Taoist priest next to him.
Qing Fengzi naturally saw Xiao Pang's actions, and his old face immediately turned red. He couldn't help but cursed: "Don't learn from this loser, he has completely fallen! Look at him, with all the gold and jade on his body, he doesn't talk about meditating and practicing hard all day long, but only thinks about how to refine the immortal elixir. How can he be a cultivator? He is just a charlatan!"
The scolded Wang Zhiwu was obviously used to Qing Fengzi's scolding. He just smiled and said slowly, "Master, I don't have enough talent anyway. No matter how hard I practice, it will be in vain. I might as well take advantage of this little time to enjoy myself!"
"Humph, you're giving up on yourself!" Qing Fengzi cursed with a cold face, "You have no ambition at all!"
"I don't want to do this, but the problem is, some things cannot be changed by hard work, right?" Wang Zhiwu said with a helpless smile.