Chapter 248 Follow Your True Inner Thoughts

Not only did he know their identity and origin, but he also understood why everyone said that the master had a bad temper, but he had been so tolerant of the few servants in the backyard.

Because they are all "his own people", they are the master's own people in the true sense.

Fu Cang suddenly had a subtle feeling in his heart. He didn't like this feeling very much. He even felt that he was petty and narrow-minded, but he couldn't restrain himself from having this emotion - an indescribable feeling.

It seems that everyone is the master's "own", but he is a native of Xiqi, the Shadow Guard of Xiqi.

No matter how loyal he is to his master, or even falling in love with him wholeheartedly, he is still an "outsider".

Fucang felt depressed, and the tip of his heart felt like he had been stung by ants, with a sharp and numb pain.

As a shadow guard whose emotions have been completely wiped out, this feeling is very strange and has never happened before, so that it makes him feel at a loss.

"After my father abdicated the throne, he took my mother out to travel around the mountains and rivers. Occasionally, he took on a few apprentices he liked and trained them. However, most of the apprentices were not taught by him himself, but by sending capable subordinates to teach martial arts and Other skills." Chu Qinghuang said calmly, "Those in the backyard should have been trained in this way. Strictly speaking, they are not my father's direct disciples."

Fucang narrowed his eyes. It didn't matter whether he was a direct disciple or not. Anyway, they were all recognized by his master.

"If you are willing to become a disciple, I will ask my father to accept you as my direct disciple." Chu Qinghuang said casually, "In this way, in addition to your abilities in all aspects improving by leaps and bounds, your status will also rise."

The direct disciples of the regent of Dongling are enough to be equal to those powerful ministers and generals in Dongling.

Fu Cang raised his eyes: "Direct disciple?"

Chu Qinghuang nodded.

Fucang was a little moved. He became the direct disciple of the Regent of Dongling. Then wouldn't he and his master be brothers and sisters in the same sect... Oh no, they should be siblings in the same sect.

In this way, you will be truly one of your own.

But.

Fucang pursed his lips. Becoming a disciple meant being separated from his master for a long time. What if the master's father was dissatisfied with him as a disciple?

What if the master’s father feels that his qualifications are dull and unworthy of development?

Fu Cang frowned and couldn't help but be in a dilemma.

Chu Qinghuang leaned against the bedside and listened to his worries at leisure. His brows were twisted into knots because of the confusion. He couldn't help but think about how troubled he was.

"If you really don't want to go, I won't force you." Chu Qinghuang said, "It's getting late, so go to bed."

Fu Cang raised his eyes silently, his eyes hesitant, still looking like he didn't know what to do.

"sleep."

"...Yes." Fu Cang suppressed all the emotions in his heart and silently turned over and lay down.

Closing his eyes, Fu Cang thought for a while, and finally decided to follow his truest thoughts and just be a shadow guard with peace of mind.

It doesn't matter whether he learns chess, calligraphy, painting or not. As long as the master is good at military strategy, the situation in the imperial city is treacherous. There are too many opponents for the master, and it is difficult to guard against them, so he must stay by his master's side to protect his safety.

Nothing else matters.

He could not put his master's safety at risk because of his own selfishness.

Thinking of this, all the entanglements, hesitations, and embarrassments suddenly disappeared. He thought of what Grand Master Xi said in the dark pavilion before. In addition to being powerful, shadow guards must also not be controlled by emotions and cut off their emotions and desires. Indestructible.

He didn't seem to be able to cut off his emotions, but he had to do it not to be controlled by his emotions.

Fucang slowly turned over to face Chu Qinghuang, put his arms around her waist, and said in a dull but firm voice like never before: "I don't need to be proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, nor do I need careful calculations in the art of war. I just want to Protect the master, be the sharpest sword in the master’s hand, and ensure that no one can hurt the master even as long as his subordinates live.”

Fighting for favor is not important, nor is jealousy, the master's safety is the most important.

Even if the master has a strong ability to protect himself, no accident will really happen just because he leaves, but this is no reason for him to slack off in his duties.

He must ensure that his master is safe and sound within his sight, every moment, and there is no room for neglect.

Chu Qinghuang lowered her head and looked at his movements, a dark color flashed across her eyes. After a moment, she raised her hand and rubbed his head: "Well, if you don't want to learn, don't learn."

If this can make him feel at ease, she doesn't think there's anything wrong with it. There is a specialization in the art, and in the face of absolute strength, everything else can be substituted.