"Do you know who I am?" He looked at Yan Jiu and asked, "I think you know me." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

This time, Yan Jiu was really stunned, is this amnesia?

Just like the Seven Highnesses?

Although he didn't know whether it was temporary or permanent, Yan Jiu's heart became joyful as if the clouds had cleared.

Although it wasn't Qingyan who woke up, it wasn't bad news.

The current Youtian is like having multiple personalities, and Qingyan, Youtian, and even the one who is now amnesiac is also one of the multiple personalities.

She believes that if she believes in "self", Qingyan must be in this body, and she is trying to wake up.

"I do know you," Yan Jiu replied, "but before we discuss this, I'm going to send my friend back." ”

Yan Jiu said and kicked the spirit parasitism beside him, "Don't be stunned, you're so old, it's time to help!" ”

The spirit parasitism looked at the woke up sky, and then looked at Yan Jiu on his side, but he still rubbed to Yuan's side, and the golden branches and leaves entangled Yuan, lifting him up.

When everything was done, the spirit parasitism followed Yan Jiu and walked out.

Outside the simple earthen house, Kuzhi and a group of monks had already been waiting there, and when they saw Yan Jiu appear, Kuzhi bowed slightly to Yan Jiu.

"The benefactor will be blessed."

Yan Jiu nodded, didn't reply, just motioned for the spirit parasitism to go over with the fate.

She was so tired, her eyes were even darker when the sun shone on her, Yan Jiu took out a bottle of vitality spring water, raised her head and poured a big sip, with the moisture of the spring water, she felt a little more comfortable, but now she just wants to lie down and sleep well, instead of standing under this big sun and trading white/powder like a joint.

Although for suffering, karma is more important than white/powder.

The Fusang Spring in Yan Jiu's hand was very familiar to Youtian, and when he woke up, the golden tree was holding a jade bottle full of Fusang Spring to him, and it was lying on the side and napping.

Fuso Spring?

Youtian thought about it and frowned secretly, and when he saw the spring, these three words jumped out.

Who is it?

Youtian looked at Yan Jiu with thoughts, and it seemed that only the person in front of him could give him the answer.

Kuzhi could also see the tiredness on Yan Jiu's face, and he took out a square box from his sleeve, "Donor, this thing may be able to help one or two." ”

Yan Jiu motioned for the spirit parasitism to take it, but who knew that in the oblique ground, he stretched out a hand to take the square box for Yan Jiu, and it was Youtian who stretched out.

"It turned out to be Qingyan Xiaoyou," Kuzhi nodded slightly at Youtian, "I also said hello to your master Zhengyuan for the poor monk, and I will definitely come to the door to ask for a few dishes when I have time another day." ”

As soon as Yan Jiu heard it, he knew that he had stopped recognizing the wrong person.

But even oneself will admit its mistakes, let alone others.

She subconsciously looked at Youtian, but she didn't know how he would answer.

Youtian's hand holding the square box paused, but he replied with a measured demeanor towards the bitterness: "I will." ”

Bitter Zhi left, Yan Jiu leaned on the spirit parasitism and closed his eyes to rest, Youtian handed the square box in his hand to Yan Jiu.

Yan Jiu didn't move, she was really uncomfortable now, the dantian without Yuanying was extremely empty, and her spiritual power was stagnant here.

Although the vitality spring water has many benefits, it does not allow the stagnant spiritual veins to run smoothly.

The eye of the spirit parasitic end was fast, and it snatched the box from Youtian's hand with a "whoosh", and put it in front of Yan Jiu to open it.

Yan Jiu glanced at it, and what was in the box was a pill the size of a thumb, white as snow, as smooth as jade, and there was a cold fragrance when the lid of the box was opened.

Yan Jiu didn't look closely, he just took it and threw it into his mouth, chewed it twice and swallowed it casually, as long as it could relieve her dizziness and sequelae of surgery, it was to let her eat soil, and she would admit it.

Yan Jiu sat cross-legged, his five hearts facing the sky, and sat there directly to refine the medicinal power.

The spirit parasitism was beside Yan Jiu to protect her Dharma, although it was also very afraid in its heart, but now, his master needed it.

Youtian stood quietly on the side, looking at Yan Jiu, who was healing, and didn't know what he was thinking.

The pill that the head of Wuliang Mountain gave to Yan Jiu was definitely a treasure, and the elixir was like cool snow water, and like a gentle palm, smoothing the sore spots on Yan Jiu's body one by one.

With the medicinal power of that elixir, Yan Jiu broke the stasis of the dantian and reconnected the spiritual veins, and changed all the spiritual veins of her body to spiritual veins suitable for demon cultivation, and she recovered seriously, so she didn't realize that more than a month had passed.

And she, Yan Jiu, sat in front of the earthen house in Wuliang Mountain for a whole month.

When Yan Jiu woke up, it was late at night, there were a lot of stars in the sky, a crescent moon was as light as an eyebrow hanging high in the sky, there was a firelight "crackling" on her side, and behind her, the spirit parasitism was boringly counting the leaves on her body.

Seeing Yan Jiu wake up, the happiest thing was the spirit parasite, he finally didn't have to stay outside anymore, and get along with that person day and night, God knows, every time he looked at himself, his leaves were about to be scared off.

Seeing that the spirit parasitism suddenly disappeared into his sleeve, Yan Jiu was also a little confused, was it because he was too bored to accompany himself?

Yan Jiu thought and looked to the side, but there was no one else except the burning fire.

Oh my God, how could you not be here?

Of course, she wouldn't think that Youtian had gone away by herself, you know, the dry little head of the spirit parasitism would definitely not be able to think of such a "trivial matter" as lighting a fire.

Yan Jiu's divine sense spread out, and he saw that Youtian was picking up thin branches in the bushes in the distance, and the bushes were mostly thorns, and his fingers were inevitably scratched with blood.

Although the blood stains disappeared quickly, Yan Jiu frowned for a while, everyone is a monk, casually throwing out a spiritual fire, it is enough to burn for one night, why do you still have to collect firewood?

And what made Yan Jiu think the most was those few blood marks, how could the little thorns cut through the skin of the Immortal Emperor?

Even the skin of the monk in the foundation building period, because he has experienced the thunder tribulation, will become extremely tough, how can he ......

Suddenly, Yan Jiu suddenly thought of a possibility.

She made a move at the Tiandu umbrella on the earthen house, and the Tiandu umbrella fell back into her hand quietly, since she had doubts, she went to untie it herself.

Youtian was originally bending down to pick up the twigs on the ground, that person said that his name was Qing Yan, but he didn't know if he really was, but the name Qing Yan did give him an extremely familiar feeling, and the female cultivator who knew him, he always felt that their relationship was definitely not ordinary.

He was thinking about it when he heard a strong gust of wind coming from behind, and he wanted to avoid it, but for some reason he didn't move, and let the man clasp his neck from behind.

Probably because the man had no ill intentions, he thought.

When he turned his head, he saw Yan Jiu, who was locked around his neck, frowning.