The next day's sun fell on Zhao Li's face, he leaned against the thick tree trunk, holding the steel knife in his arms, and a bird with goose-yellow feathers stood on the handle of his knife, chirping crisply, gently touching Zhao Li's cheek.

Zhao Li slowly opened his eyes amid the sound of birdsong.

The sun shone into his eyes, Zhao Li subconsciously squinted his eyes, and only after getting used to such light intensity did he slowly open his eyes and see the blue sky that was not stained with dust.

The pale green forest swelled like waves, stretching into the distance, meeting with a high peak that rose to the sky, and the white river ran down the mountain like a line, until it disappeared into the depths of the forest, and the heavens and the earth spread out before him.

The huge bird spread its wings and soared into the sky.

The man holding the knife leaned against the ancient tree, the look in his eyebrows and eyes was quiet, watching this scene.

The bird was not afraid of people, jumped from the hilt of his knife to his shoulder, waited until Zhao Li stretched his waist, then spread his wings, and flew away with a hula, Zhao Li stood up with the trunk of the tree, stepped on the branch, and quietly looked at this ancient forest that did not know how long it had existed.

He's not the same as he was at the beginning.

Although it was the first time he had come to this forest, he had a familiar feeling, as if he had spent a long time in this forest, he had chased wild beasts in the forest in his youth, his eyes reflected the blazing fire on the altar, he had left the forest that had raised him in his prime, and went to the distant world.

When he was old, he returned to the forest.

He was born here, grew up here, and will eventually be buried in this forest.

He is Han, the witch of the Iron West.

And this kind of residual emotion because of the dream quickly dissipated, like watching a movie that has nothing to do with him, Zhao Li held his forehead, and had already identified what was going on, just like the first time he dreamed of Hongfang's dream, he dreamed of the memory of Wu Zhu at night.

And it's different from Hongfang.

Hongfang's dream memory is relatively complete.

And Wu Zhu's dream memory is incomplete, just intermittent splicing pictures, often greatly spanning, as if falling from one time to another, although it can be roughly connected, but at this moment, it still makes Zhao Li have a feeling of swelling and stinging in the center of his eyebrows, and it is difficult to concentrate, as if he has a dream within a dream.

He looked left and right, and then jumped down the tall tree with ease, as if he had done so countless times, with skillful movements, and when he landed, he lightly unloaded his strength, and then carried the knife on his back, and walked all the way, avoiding possible dangers according to Wu Zhu's memory.

They found a clean source of water, some fruits that were allowed to be eaten on the way, and herbs.

After a while, Zhao Li found a simple wooden hut, and from Wu Zhu's memory fragments, he knew that this was a place for hunters from several nearby tribes to rest, and there were traps arranged around it, with simple beds in them, and herbs to stop bleeding and dried meat all year round.

The beasts in this area know that there is a kind of ape that wears fur and walks upright, with sharp claws and teeth, and it still moves in groups for several hours when it runs, and it can throw its claws out to stab the beast, and it hurts very much after being stabbed, and some species are as poisonous as snakes, and they will not come easily.

Zhao Li crushed a certain blue fruit collected on the road, and with an indescribable pungent smell, he spilled the juice around, and then used the materials in the wooden house to strengthen the trap before closing the door, there was a smell of dust in the house, and I don't know how long no hunters came.

Zhao Li took out the dried meat wrapped in wide leaves from the package, ate the fruit and water, filled his stomach, sat on the wooden bed with a knife, his eyes slightly closed, practiced qi for several weeks, and his breathing gradually became longer and smoother.

Zhao Li in the dream space opened his eyes.

He looked down slightly, and saw his own body in reality, when he fell asleep, the knife was by his side, if he encountered a special situation, he could immediately wake up from the dream, and draw a steel knife to face the enemy, not to mention, a few traps laid out outside the door were enough to delay him for a lot of time.

Retracting his gaze, Zhao Li stretched out his hand to hold the pure white scroll in his dream.

The scroll unfolded, still just three lines of words.

But the second line of words and the third line of words were slightly lit up again, and the words as black and bright as ink floated slightly, Zhao Li stretched out his hand and pointed on the third line of words, and the ink smudged out, this time it was two words, and he was slightly relieved in his heart.

Thirty days ago, there was only one name after the third line of words spread out, representing Ji Xin.

At this moment, there is a second name, and I think it is You.

Zhao thought to himself.

In this way, that bead really represents a certain qualification, the qualification that can be dreamed, and after going to the Tianqian Kingdom, you can secretly inquire about what this kind of bead is.

It's just a pity that both names are bleak now.

Obviously, both Ji Xin and You are in a state of not being able to fall asleep, and it is very likely that Ji Xin has not been able to recover from the kind guidance of the ancient instructor last time, and You, it is just dawn at this time, and he should not have fallen asleep, so he can't sleep.

I don't know what it would be like to see him in your dreams.

Zhao Li smiled, didn't think much about it, his mind moved slightly, the picture on the scroll changed, and he returned to the original state, three lines of ink characters floated on the white scroll, and then stretched out his hand and clicked on the second line of handwriting, behind Hongfang's name, there was really another name.

Vast.

It's that witch wish.

Zhao Li's expression remained unchanged, and he continued to reach out and point on Wu Zhu's name, and the words spread out, representing Wu Zhu's memory picture silently occupying the scope of the entire picture scroll, constantly evolving.

But there are more than forty percent of the memories, filled with large expanses of black, and distorted people and objects, so that it is completely unrecognizable what those memories are, let alone what happened in the memories.

Eventually, the images suddenly froze, then quickly collapsed and dissipated.

Disappear like sand in the wind.

With Wu Zhu's long life span, what was retained in the end was only three memory pictures, staying quietly on the white picture scroll, such a change obviously exceeded Zhao Li's expectations, he showed a stunned look on his face, and then raised his hand to press his eyebrows, thinking to himself.

I thought that anyone who died near him would have memories absorbed by the scroll.

But this time, he killed more than ten samurai with his own hands, and in the end, only Wu Zhu's memory appeared in the dream, which was obviously different from his speculation, and Wu Zhu's memory was much more broken than that of Hongfang.

"Leave aside what kind of circumstances would absorb the memories of the deceased and turn them into dreams. ”

"But for some reason, or for some reason, the memory of the deceased will be in a state of fragmentation, Hongfang and Wuzhu...... One is a question of age, with old age, memories gradually fade, and the other is a question of one's own strength?"

"No matter how weak Wu Zhu is, he is still a cultivator after all, and this may also be the reason. ”

Zhao Ligu showed up a small notebook and wrote his speculation on it.

Then he waved his hand away from the notebook in his hand, and he looked at the unfolded scroll, there were three pictures in the three sections on the scroll, which represented the three most profound parts of Wu Zhu's past.

That's what he's most concerned about at the moment.