Zhou Fu remained silent, his mind filled with thoughts of why Zhou Fu was not dead.
Seeing Zhou Fu still with his head down and a worried expression, Yu Daohen patted his shoulder and said, "Don't overthink it, kid. If the sky falls, your sect leader will hold it up. Let's go back to the shop, I'll teach you the Water Kan Mirror from the Five Elements techniques."
Zhou Fu's eyes widened in surprise, "Sect leader, you're going to teach me the Water Kan Mirror?"
Yu Daohen smiled faintly, "What, you don't want to learn?"
Zhou Fu quickly shook his head, "No, I want to learn. But can I switch the Water Kan Mirror for the Tian Gan Palm?"
Yu Daohen looked puzzled, "You want an offensive technique?"
Zhou Fu nodded, his gaze firm, "The best defense is offense!"
Yu Daohen looked at Zhou Fu's determined eyes and shook his head helplessly, "The saying 'the best defense is offense' is not wrong, but without defense, how can there be offense? Learn the Water Kan Mirror first."
Seeing that the sect leader had said so, Zhou Fu could only obediently nod, "Okay, Sect Leader, I'll learn the Water Kan Mirror."
Yu Daohen led Zhou Fu away from the building.
Yu Daohen looked at Zhou Fu beside him and shook his head helplessly.
Perhaps he was too hasty. He would take it slow.
He hoped Zhou Fu wouldn't go down the wrong path.
They arrived at the Midnight Spirit Shop at half past five in the afternoon. Zhou Fu went to the house he had bought.
Yu Daohen, on the other hand, bought a bouquet of flowers and took a car to a certain place.
Arriving at a public cemetery in the suburbs of Jiangdu, Yu Daohen walked inside.
A year ago, after Yu Daohen returned from slaughtering a village, he had set up a tombstone for Zhou Fu.
Although the Tun Yan technique had a dedicated public cemetery, Yu Daohen wanted to personally erect a tombstone for him here.
Reaching the last tombstone, Yu Daohen looked at the two characters, Zhou Fu, on the tombstone and a bitter smile appeared on his face, "You brat, your master has come to see you again."
Yu Daohen said as he placed the flowers he bought, but upon seeing a fresh bouquet, he frowned.
Who bought this?
Zhou Fu was an orphan and had no family, so it couldn't be relatives visiting him. And Zhou Fu was with him, so it couldn't be him either.
Could it be fellow disciples visiting him?
Yu Daohen couldn't figure it out, but he didn't dwell on it.
Perhaps it was from that kind person.
Yu Daohen sat cross-legged before the tombstone, a bitter smile on his face, "You brat, I only found out today that you're not dead, but why haven't you come back?"
"Where are you now, are you in danger?"
Yu Daohen caressed the tombstone, "Don't worry, brat. No matter where you are, your master will find you."
Yu Daohen's eyes moistened, and his face showed joy, "Right, your junior brother Zhou Fu is with me now. That kid has good talent, but unfortunately, his killing intent is too strong, and he's easily led astray. When I find you, I'll take him as a disciple and let him temper his character with you."
"You brat, where are you now?"
After an unknown amount of time, Yu Daohen slowly stood up, a smile on his face, "No matter what method it takes, no matter how difficult it is, your master will find you. I'll be going now."
Yu Daohen finished speaking and then turned to leave.
In the bamboo forest beside the tombstone, a figure watched Yu Daohen's retreating back, clutching his heart with a confused expression, "Why does my heart ache so much? I'm not him!"
Suddenly, Yu Daohen stopped and turned, rushing into the bamboo forest.
"No, I've been discovered." The figure quickly dodged to the side.
Yu Daohen entered the bamboo forest and seeing no one around, he frowned and slowly said, "Come out."
Yu Daohen looked around after speaking, while the figure beside him had a solemn expression.
Had he really been discovered, or was he just bluffing?
After a moment, seeing that no one came out, Yu Daohen shook his head helplessly and turned to leave.
Had he sensed it wrong?
From the moment he entered, he had felt someone watching him in this bamboo forest.
The feeling was very strong, but he couldn't find anyone.
As he was leaving, this feeling intensified.
The figure in the bamboo forest did not rush to come out, but waited until Yu Daohen had completely left the cemetery before revealing himself.
"Damn it, is there something wrong with my heart!" The figure muttered, clutching his chest.
While hiding nearby, he had a strong urge to come out and meet him.
And this strong urge came from this heart.
It seemed he shouldn't meet him again in the future, even though nominally he was still his master.
But after all, he was not the real Zhou Fu.
Yu Daohen glanced back after leaving the cemetery, puzzled.
Why did he have such a strong feeling that Zhou Fu was in this cemetery?
But if he really was there, why didn't he come out to see him?
Seven thirty in the evening~
The sun had completely set, and the sky had begun to darken.
A breeze blew, and a figure with a murderous intent walked into the cemetery and approached Zhou Fu's tombstone.
Zhou Fu stared fiercely at Zhou Fu's tombstone, a cold smile on his face, "Senior brother, you have such good luck. The sect leader was overjoyed to hear you were still alive."
"This is the first time I've come to your grave to see you. If there was nothing important, I really wouldn't want to see you, because I'm truly jealous of you!"
As soon as Zhou Fu finished speaking, he roared in anger, "Why, why are you still not dead!"
"If you're not dead, why haven't you come back!"
"Why do you alone get the sect leader's favor!"
"Why!"
Zhou Fu became more and more enraged as he spoke, and he punched towards the tombstone.
At this critical moment, a figure suddenly emerged from the tombstone area and grabbed Zhou Fu's fist.
So fast!
Zhou Fu's expression changed drastically. Who was this person?
Why had he never noticed anyone around?
The figure was masked in black, so his appearance was unknown, but he was definitely a master.
The figure's lips curved upwards, and he chuckled, "Although I really don't want to interfere, it is my tombstone after all. I'm still a bit displeased to see someone trying to destroy it."
Hearing this, Zhou Fu's body trembled, his face filled with disbelief, "Who exactly are you?"
The figure smiled faintly and did not answer, "Who I am is not important, but the deceased should be respected. Whatever grudges there were, they were from before life. There's no need to destroy someone's grave."
Seeing that the figure would not answer, Zhou Fu snorted, "Since you don't care, then don't blame me."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Fu suddenly pushed away the hand that was holding him, and then reached out to snatch the black cloth from the figure's face.
The figure calmly raised his hand to block Zhou Fu's attacking palm, and then pushed him away with his backhand.
Zhou Fu's expression was solemn. This person's strength was not inferior to his. He must not be careless.
The figure clearly did not want to prolong the fight, and took a step back, preparing to leave.
But Zhou Fu was determined not to give up, and continued to attack, "Who exactly are you?"