Red Strings of Connections

Chapter 59 Meeting Old Friends

MDZS Fanfic

Red Strings of Connections

Arc 3 Chapter 59

Meeting Old Friends

The “young child” opens his eyes, wondering where he is, wondering who he is, while waiting for his vision to be clear.

He didn’t know how long he has been unconscious, his brain ain’t even working currently, not letting him to see his last memories before he lost consciousness.

His blurry sight slowly getting clearer and his brain little by little processing his surroundings. He was lying on very soft bed with familiar white curtains. Having recovered little strength, he turns his head to see more. The place—chamber he is in were really familiar as he used to stayed here during his temporary discipleship to his "grandmother".

Soon the memories went back to him; he remembered himself falling at the Burial Mounds, after Wen Chao pushes him, along with Su She—the former disciple of Lan Clan, who poisoned Lan Wangji; Wen Xiu and Lady Qin Su; the missing daughter of Sect Leader Qin; but afterwards? He has no memories of it, nor even how he ends up here.

Using his arms to push himself so he could sit up on the while still trying dig on his memories. The movement weren’t easy, as he still felt weak, although he is not as weak as when he was pushed; he fell to the bed, but the young master didn’t stop, he turns side way and focus all his strength on his arms again, focusing on one place, only then did he able to sit. He take deep a breath, after seeing his current appearance.

Short arms, small hands—everything about him is small… again.

“What’s going on? How did I turn into child again?”

This question has been set aside when he heard the sliding door opens, he immediately turns his head and found a white robed cultivator, his Zumu and a man with silver accessories, red robe with eyepatch.

The white robed-cultivator smiles at the young master in bed and speak, “Oh you’ve finally awake!” the three visitors went in, while the red robed man closed the door behind him.

The young master nodded confusedly at the pair who are with his Zumu.

He finds himself  strange, obviously, this pair are unfamiliar faces to him, yet he felt nostalgia by looking at them.

The kind and gentle smile of the Daozhang, and the calm and prideful presence of the Lord.

Oblivious of who are these pair, the young master slowly shifted his attention to his Zumu who is now sitting on his bed.

“Zumu, who are them?” He whispered, meanwhile the Lord in red robes quietly and gently place two chairs next to the bed, offering the Daozhang to sit first, and when he did, the Lord sits next to him. “And how I end up here in your Sacred Mountain?”

“They are your friends A-Ying.” His Zumu’s only response, which has no doubt confuses the young master even more.

“It’s normal that you don’t remember us Wei Wuxian,” The Lord begun, his hands, arms are cross over his chest; with him suddenly speaking, and his confusing statement Wei Wuxian shifts his attention to him in a flash. “Your memories have been wipe out after your rebirth.”

“This disciple has a problem in understanding his Lord’s words.”

“That so not you, being formal and polite.”

“Since you don’t remember us, we shall reintroduce ourselves. I’m Xie Lian, a Martial God.”  Wei Wuxian blinks in shock and puzzlement. “This is my husband, Hua Cheng, a Ghost King.”