The clouds on Wushan Mountain are vast, and although the altar of sacrifice is rooted here, if you calculate it carefully, it only occupies less than thirty percent of the land, so there are still many unsolved mysteries waiting to be explored in this strange place. Especially in the far west, there is a barren ridge that makes people talk about it, and it is said that the barren ridge is full of wild beasts, and few people can enter it and leave alive.

Strange to say, there is little water source in the barren mountains, but on the land near the east side of the pavilion sits a small moist pavilion, surrounded by rain bamboo, even in this harsh winter season, there is still a continuous drizzle.

"This is it!" Wan Ling began, holding a drawing, constantly comparing the land here.

Yuan Xuan looked up at the sky, after all, he was not familiar with this place, even if he had a map, he would have to grope for a long time to find it, and when he actually arrived, it was already dusk.

"What's wrong?" Ling'er was distracted and asked, "But what's wrong?"

"It's nothing!" Yuan Xuan shook his head and admonished, "After you go in, no matter who you meet, you are not allowed to leave me within a foot of distance, you know!"

"Is there any danger?" Ling'er asked rhetorically, she hesitated slightly, and asked, "What if it's the Sword Elder?"

"No matter who it is!" Yuan Xuan's tone was very indifferent, and then he seemed to realize that his tone was wrong, and he slowed down for a moment, and whispered, "We have come to this strange land, naturally everything can't move at will, and besides, people who haven't seen each other for ten years, it's always right to be careful!"

"What are you fierce!" Ling'er glared at Yuan Xuan, and muttered, "Compared to you, I seem to be more familiar with the sword elder, I haven't seen you for ten years, you have never seen it!"

Ling'er's words made Yuan Xuan stunned on the spot, although he had doubts before, but now that he thinks about it, can the master still recognize himself now.

"Let's go!" Ling'er pulled the sleeve of Yuan's coat and urged.

Yuan Xuan nodded, glanced at the bamboo beside him, and took Ling'er and stepped through this bamboo forest.

After the two of them walked through, the bamboo shook, and in the place where the fate had just looked, a few small spiders crawled out, pulling out long cobwebs, interspersed in this bamboo forest.

The pavilion is not big, a stone table, a few stone benches, located in front of a dilapidated tiled house, this is a warm picture, an old man, is sitting by the fire boiling a pot of spirits, and the stone table has been placed a few small dishes, thinking about it is about to enjoy.

Yuan Xuan hid in the dark, he was very touched, this kind of familiar picture, he hadn't seen it for ten years, he still remembered that he used to be in the Sword Pavilion, and it was himself who poured wine for the master, and ten years have passed, the master is gone, the apprentice is gone, and the rest is only one person to drink.

"Since you're here, you might as well come down and have a drink!" Tuke's flat voice came through, the pot of wine, already cooked, he poured two glasses, one for himself, and the other on the opposite side.

"Why don't you go over quickly!" Ling'er pushed the fate.

"Eh!" Yuan Xuan returned to his thoughts, for some reason, the moment he saw the master again, he hesitated, his eyes kept sweeping around, and he always felt that all this was too smooth, and it was so smooth that people couldn't believe it was true. It's no wonder that since he set foot on the land of Wushan, every step he took was difficult, which inevitably caused a suspicious character! But in the end, with Ling'er's help, he still stood up.

"Ling'er has seen the elders!" Ling'er took the initiative to step forward and salute, pointing to the fate of the extinction and introduced, "This is the head of the family that was passed down when my master was leaving, the fate of the extinction!"

"Eh!" Tuke nodded, staring at Yuan Xuan, his brows furrowed and furrowed, and asked, "What a heavy demonic energy, what happened to the master!"

"It's just a trivial matter! it's not worth mentioning!" Yuan Xuan also stared at Tuke, and in the moment just now, he sensitively noticed that Tuke's eyes were worried, but there was still a trace of horror hidden, as if his arrival was beyond his expectations!

"How can such a heavy demonic qi be a trivial matter?" Tuke didn't answer when he saw that fate was extinguished, and asked Ling'er, "What's wrong?"

"I don't know either!" Ling'er glanced at Yuanxuan, and she had asked Yuanxuan more than once along the way, but no matter what, she couldn't get any answer.

"The elder seems to be very concerned about what happened to me!" Yuan Xuan's voice seemed very indifferent, he picked up the wine glass, took a small sip, licked his lips and said, "It's not a wild wine, it's strong enough, I usually drink a few glasses, otherwise if I drink it, I may get drunk directly!"

"You're welcome, it's also an acquaintance! It's right to care about it!" Tuke smiled, looked at the pot of wine in front of him, and said, "As for this wine, as long as you open your mouth, don't say it's this glass, even if you take out all my treasures, what's the matter!"

"Haha!" Yuan Xuan also laughed, he was sure of one thing, although the person in front of him could imitate the subtlety of Tuke's every movement, he was by no means the real Tuke, because he didn't know the relationship between himself and his master at all, and he could only rely on some vague words to do something confusing.

"Wine, I've drunk it too, let me taste it!" Ling'er rolled her eyes and poured herself a glass, ready to drink it.

Yuan Xuan brushed his palm, snatched the wine from Ling'er's hand, and scolded, "What kind of wine do girls drink, if you get drunk, I don't have the energy to carry you!"

"You!" Ling'er pointed at Yuanxuan, and anger leaked from her face.

"What are you talking about?" Tuke persuaded, "Senior Nephew Ling'er, even if you drink, there is nothing else here, there must be a place to live!"

"In this way, then it is better to be respectful than to obey your fate!" As he spoke, he drank Ling'er's glass of wine, put it on the stone table, and shouted unceremoniously, "Ling'er, pour me a glass!"

"Don't be too excessive!" Ling'er came to Yuan Xuan angrily, his thin body was just in the middle of Yuan Xuan and Fake Tuke, and he was about to point at Yuan Xuan and scold, but suddenly found that although Yuan Xuan was laughing, his eyes were very cold, and even had a murderous aura, and the fingertips of the hand hidden under the table oozed countless water droplets, and they fell silently to the ground.

"Senior Sister Ling'er, don't mess around!" Yuan Xuan blinked, gently pushed Wan Ling aside, looked at the fake Tuke again, and said with a faint smile, "I remember that when the old man was in Qingcheng, he was indispensable to get drunk every night!

Hearing this, Ling'er's face changed, and she didn't speak, because she grew up in Qingcheng Mountain since she was a child, and she knew very well that the sword elder was very restrained from drinking, and he never said that he was drunk crazy, and he lived alone in the Sword Holding Pavilion all year round, except for the daily routine to go to the Palace of Despair, he rarely went to the main peak, where did the people come from to be panicked?

"Of course, but I'm rarely drunk!" Tooker laughed, took his glass, drank it down, and cried out, "Happy, is there anything better in this world?"

"Yes, there's nothing better than wine!" Yuan Xuan's eyes were a little cold, and he said to himself, "Elder is spending his free time here, have you ever thought that you also have an apprentice named Yuan Qi, and he misses you very much!"

"You said it's small!" Tuke lost his smile, was silent for a moment, and said regretfully, "I also heard about the battle ten years ago, poor kid, life is miserable, it's a pity that I was in the wilderness at that time, and I couldn't take care of it!"

"Yes, speaking of which, I have had some contact with this Yuan Qi!" Yuan Xuan said lightly, "The day before the Mid-Autumn Festival, the elder received the order of the witch god, and then hurried back to the wilderness! As a result, the next Mu Sword Festival and the Fairy Sword Conference were not attended by you! Think about it, without the company of the master, it is indeed a pity to be alone and lonely!"

"What? Listening to your words, it seems that you are blaming me?" Tuke picked up the wine jug and filled a glass with his own hands, and suddenly his face changed slightly, as if he realized something, and said, "No, you must be mistaken, I left after the Mid-Autumn Festival, and moreover, Mu Jian Festival, I also attended!"

"Old fox!" Yuan Xuan whispered to himself, he smiled, picked up his wine glass, and said, "I also heard about this matter, I haven't entered the Qingcheng Gate at that time, so I am a little uncertain about the time!

Ling'er watched the conversation between the two quietly, and even the whispers of the extinction in her ears were in her ears, and in this kind of temptation, she also began to feel that this person had a ghost, which was far from the previous sword-wielding elder.

"Where, I was also at fault back then, this glass, I'll drink it with you!" Tuke began, and he also took the glass and drank it.

"What's wrong with my senior sister?" Before the two could speak, Ling'er interjected, stared at Tuke and asked, "The elder sent out an image, let us come here, saying that my senior sister is in trouble, what is going on?"

"That's a long story!" Tuke sighed hesitantly, touching his beard.

Yuan Xuan frowned, Ling'er's words are indeed a good start, but this person should not tell the truth so easily.

"I've heard people say that Senior Sister was tricked into her mind and instilled the memories of a person who has been dead for thousands of years into her brain!

"You know about this!" Tuke was surprised, he nodded, and said, "Yes, that's all rumors, but unfortunately only half true!"

"Half?" Yuan Xuan was puzzled and asked rhetorically, "Please also ask the elder to make it clear, what is going on!"

"It's true that some things have been inherited, but Wan Ting, this child, has too strong willpower, she is unwilling to give up those original memories, while inheriting, the two memories conflicted, entangled with each other, and eventually led to chaos, although she absorbed those memory fragments, but subconsciously, she was still very resistant, so she didn't remember anything!" Tuke described, "Now she needs a medium to induce, it could be one thing, it could be the same thing!"

"Induced?" asked rhetorically, "Induce what? Induce the memories she inherited, or the memories of the past?"

"It's all possible!" Tuke responded.

Yuan Xuan was silent, he didn't fully believe this person's words, at least when Wan Ting stabbed him, the almost demonic state was not explained, and the mark on Wan Ting's forehead all showed that what happened to her was not as simple as she said.

"Yuan Xiaoyou, but I'm worried about Ting'er!" Tuke was stunned when he saw Yuan's extinction, and comforted, "If there is a destiny, don't worry!"

"The elder is serious, how can a mere woman be worthy of my fate!" said with a cold smile, "And I only had a one-sided relationship with that Yuan Qi ten years ago, I can ask about him, but I will never go deeper!"

"Hmph!" Ling'er glared at Yuan Xuan, although she knew in her heart that he was acting, she still felt that the words sounded so harsh, and Yuan Qi, she also knew it, she had never heard him say that he knew a person called Yuan Xuan.

"So... Where's Wan Qing?" Tuke asked after a moment's hesitation, lowering his voice.

"Elder, are you testing me?" The north wind blew howling, and a depressing breath appeared in the air, Yuan Xuan's face suddenly turned cold, he stood up and said: "Elder and Master are like brothers, you cared for Wan Ting even more back then, and now that it has been so many years, it seems that this sentence should not come from your mouth!"

"Yes, this is my gaffe! Ting'er is here in the wilderness, I haven't fulfilled my responsibilities!" Tuke smiled awkwardly, and was about to drink it all in one gulp, as if he wanted to make amends.

"No need!" Yuan Xuan said indifferently, his figure suddenly disappeared in place, and the next moment he appeared next to Tuke, grabbed the hand holding the wine glass, and pressed it gently.

"What do you mean!" Tuke asked, staring at Yuan Xuan, "It's so heavy, could it be that you want to do something to me?"

"You misunderstood! I'm helping you!" Yuan Xuan sneered, picked up the glass of wine, gently sniffed the wine, and said with a slightly intoxicated look, "I believe that whether it is in the wilderness or in the Central Plains, a pot of good wine can always make people happy and forget all kinds of sorrows, but it is a pity that I am not addicted to alcohol, it just so happens that I have a rough understanding of pharmacology! This pot of wine, although it is full of strength, but unfortunately it is mixed with too many bad people's hearts, drinking too much, it will kill people!"

Yuan Xuan gently spilled the wine, and a layer of green smoke ignited on the ground, and in just a moment, a layer of darkness appeared.

Ling'er was surprised, and hurriedly hid behind Yuan Xuan, secretly sighing that he was fortunate to be snatched away from the wine glass just now, otherwise once he drank it, his life would not be guaranteed!

"How did you find out!" Fake Tuk's voice also cooled, although he was robbed of the opportunity by fate, but he was not flustered.

"You've played it so perfectly, and this perfection is exactly what I never thought of!" Yuan Xuan firmly grabbed Tuke's arm, stepped forward, blew a puff of wine on his face, and said, "Do you think Tuke will know me?"

"Doesn't he know you?" asked Fake Tuk rhetorically.

"You're wrong here!" Yuan Xuan sneered, he said in a slightly melancholy tone, "If Tuke really knew me, he wouldn't be as polite as you, I think he would be angry, angry about why I came here!"

"Since you know that it is a game, you still dare to take the initiative to come in!, why?" In the voice of the fake Tuk, the old air gradually disappeared, and was replaced by the voice of a young man.

"I'm not afraid of ten thousand, I'm afraid of whatever, I want to see the real him! Can you tell me where he is?" asked Yuanxuan.

"If you're dead, you'll be able to see it!" Fake Tuk was shocked, and a cold light suddenly emerged from the imprisoned arm, not only shaking away Yuan's palm, but also entering his body and destroying his vitality.

"Are you saying he's dead?" A teardrop fell from Yuan Xuan's eyes, and then he was dispersed by a fierce murderous aura, and the master, who had always loved him, felt that he would fall into madness if he really died. Because in this world, there are only two people he cares about, one is Wan Ting, and the other is Tuke.

"Boom!" Seeing that he couldn't break free, the fake Tuk shouted, and the cold light gathered in the air, combined with the surrounding drizzle, forming an ice pick, and stabbing towards the edge of the extinction frantically.

The ice picks converged, and the previous calm turned into a sharp cone in the blink of an eye, the fate was very cold, his body was disillusioned, and under the countless ice picks, he came and went freely, but at the last moment, he still let go of his palm, grabbed the face of the fake Tuk, and brought out a human skin mask.

"Amazing, people say that the skill of fate is strong, I can't imagine your cunning, and it can be called the pinnacle!" The ice pick dispersed, and a young man, dressed in white and brocade, stood opposite.

"Savindin!" Yuan Xuan said coldly, and he protected Ling'er behind him.

"Brother Yuan, you and I seem to have met for the first time, why do you seem to have known each other for a long time!" Savinding smiled, with a polite look, "It's Wending's luck to be remembered by such people!"

"I don't think it's a kind of luck!" Yuan Xuan responded indifferently, he glanced around, and shouted, "Don't hide your head and tail, come out!"

In the sky, counting the witch light rushing to the sky, a middle-aged man, exuding a melancholy temperament, slowly fell, smiling and watching the fate disappear.

"On the day of the plague swamp, I thought it was just an ordinary man, but I didn't expect it to be the Venerable of the Central Plains!" Simon smiled very calmly, "Yuan Xiaoyou, don't come to harm!"

Simon fell, and a few familiar figures walked out behind him, including Mr. Yue, Hun Tuo, Seven Kills, Hanyue, and Wan Ting!