Chiyang squinted slightly at the old man in front of him, he had a trace of impression in his mind, but there was nothing in a trance.

"Bring him in, I have something to ask him. ”

The black-clothed man beside him was stunned, not knowing what the Holy Lord of his family was thinking, but the Holy Lord's order was like a holy decree, and he didn't dare to disobey half a point at all.

Chiyang turned around and entered the holy abyss, and Xuanhe Zhenjun had long since lost his previous domineering, he followed behind Chiyang with a wooden face, like an old man looking forward to the return of his children.

Chiyang didn't go to the main hall, he returned to his room, and Xuanhe Zhenjun was also taken to the room.

"Who are you?"

Chiyang opened his mouth to ask, Xuanhe Zhenjun's eyes narrowed instantly, he walked around Chiyang for a long time, suddenly, took Chiyang's hand up, Chiyang did not stop it, let him check it, only to see Xuanhe Zhenjun found a scar on his left hand, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"You are Chiyang!"

Chiyang nodded: "I'm Chiyang, who are you? How do you know me? Why don't I have any impression of you? It's clear that I haven't seen you, but why did my heart seem to tighten up the first moment I saw you, what is our relationship?"

Xuanhe Zhenjun sat down on the chair as soon as he heard the thud.

"You have amnesia?"

Chiyang nodded again: "I forgot a lot of things, I always felt that I didn't belong here, but they all said that I was the Holy Lord, I don't know which is true and which is false, I always feel that it is like a dream now, but I can't wake up from this dream, and I can't get out at all." ”

Xuanhe Zhenjun slapped one hand on the table: "Boy, you listen to me, I am the master of your Fengyan Sect, Xuanhe Zhenjun, you have been raised under my knees since you were a child, and all your kung fu is taught by me, even your name was given to you by me, and Chiyang was taken by the old man! You are not a holy master, you are an elite disciple of Fengyan Sect, go back with me immediately!"

Chiyang looked at him in surprise.

"Feng Yan Sect, I think I've heard this name somewhere. ”

Xuanhe Zhenjun looked at Chiyang's indescribable appearance, and was angry for a moment.

"Fengyan Sect, where have you heard of it? You stinky boy! Don't you even remember your own sect? That's right, you don't even remember me as a master, the master is still a shit! Let me tell you, I am your own master, what kind of bullshit Holy Lord is not Holy Lord, your master I don't agree, now follow me immediately." ”

Chiyang listened to Xuanhe Zhenjun's loud voice, and suddenly felt very familiar, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously appeared a hint of a smile.

"What are you laughing at? Have you changed your temper? Are you laughing?"

Chiyang sighed: "I really forgot, you said that you are my master, and Fengyan Sect is my master, sorry, I don't have a little impression of these, by the way, I have something here, do you know it?"

Chiyang stretched out his hand and a scroll appeared in his hand, opened the scroll and put it on the table, and the back of the purple-clothed girl appeared again.

Zixuan Zhenjun glanced at the table, and then glared at Chiyang.

"Hmph! Master doesn't remember, Zongmen doesn't remember! You still remember this girl, Chiyang, Chiyang, what should you say for the teacher?"

Chiyang was instantly overjoyed when he heard this: "The old man knows her?"

Xuanhe Zhenjun couldn't help but glare at him again when he heard his apprentice calling his old man.

"Yes, I don't know you now, I naturally know this girl, she is the closed disciple of my Fengyan Sect Zizhu Peak Zhenjun sitting, her name is Bai Bing'er, this girl is the person you like!"

Chiyang's head buzzed: "The person I like, Bai Bing'er, the old man, why can you know who this person is just by looking at his back?"

Xuanhe Zhenjun picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip: "Don't say it's this background, that is, give me a corner of clothes, I also know who she is, I tell you that in the Fengyan Sect, only their closed disciples of Zizhu Peak are worthy of wearing such clothes, and also, look at the bracelet on her hand, do you think anyone can have this thing? Why? It looks like you don't believe it, if you don't believe it, follow me back to Fengyan Sect, and I'll take you to her." ”

Chiyang was overjoyed: "Old man, you don't know, since I woke up, I have dreamed of this woman every night, but when I went to see her face, it disappeared, old man, can you draw her face and show me?"

Xuanhe Zhenjun thought for a moment, then nodded, thinking to himself in his heart, maybe he drew Bai Bing'er's portrait, this kid might be able to think of something.

Saying that, Xuanhe Zhenjun grinned loudly and nodded in agreement.

Chiyang instructed the attendant at the door to prepare pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

Xuanhe Zhenjun held the pen there, turned left and right, and turned it for a while before he dropped the pen on the scroll.

Chiyang stood not far away and watched him, for fear that he would disturb his painting if he got closer.

Without a moment's effort, Xuanhe Zhenjun put down the pen in his hand and looked at Chiyang.

"It's done, it's not very like, but it's a lot of things. ”

Chiyang strode over happily, and when he saw the scroll on the desk again, his whole face was dark.

I saw that the woman on the scroll had eyes like a slit, her nose was crooked, and the corners of her mouth were about to reach the root of her ears.

I don't know what is purple at the center of the eyebrows, it seems to be a blood hole, and it looks terrifying.

Chiyang raised his head in embarrassment and looked at Xuanhe Zhenjun, who was shaking a broken pu fan, looking at his masterpiece with satisfaction.

"Old man...... This...... Is this really her?"

Xuanhe Zhenjun's eyes widened when he heard this: "Yes, this is her......! But that's it, almost. ”

Chiyang instantly felt that he had a headache, he didn't believe it, in his sleep, even the woman's back was overwhelming, and the voice sounded so tactful.

But why is her face like this? For a while, the fairy in Chiyang's dream seemed to disappear in an instant.

"Did you make a mistake with the old man?

Xuanhe Zhenjun looked at his painting again and nodded affirmatively.

Chiyang sighed: "I don't think this woman is the woman I was looking for, old man, although what you said is orderly, but I didn't think of anything, and this holy abyss can't leave me, so I can't go back with you, please let the old man leave!"

When Xuanhe Zhenjun heard this, he instantly jumped like thunder.

"Dead boy, since you want to drive your master away? I really hurt you in vain! I raised you in vain! I ...... today. I'm going to beat you up today, I'm going to beat you up today. ”

Said Xuanhe Zhenjun. A big golden stick appeared in his hand and threw it towards Chiyang, who left the room on tiptoe, and then a group of black-clothed people appeared and surrounded Xuanhe Zhenjun.