Time passes, Yan Lang has lived in Wumu Village for two years, in the past two years, Yan Lang has basically been familiar with most of the people of the Wu clan, only a small number of people surnamed Wu rarely meet for cultivation reasons, Zi Ling will basically come to Yan Lang every day to chat and relieve boredom, and will also go to the clan to help with some work, after all, there are no foreign materials, all the living materials of the Wu clan are created by their own hands, and the rest of the time Yan Lang will look for Zi Feng to learn some spells, or discuss with the patriarch Zi Yang how to recover his memory. The people of the Wu clan have forgotten that Yan Lang is an outsider, and even Yan Lang himself almost thinks that he is a member of the Wu clan.

"How is it, you still can't remember anything at all?" said Ziyang, the patriarch in front of the flag table, and asked Yan Lang, who was sitting opposite.

"Without any information, I can't remember a single memory of the past for two years. Yan Lang, who was sitting upright, followed closely behind.

"That being said, I've heard that you've been having nightmares all this time, whether it has anything to do with your memories. Ziyang Yizi went down and ate a few white seeds and looked at Yan Lang.

Yan Lang's eyes finally fluctuated a little: "Yes, I always feel that something is calling me, but I can't catch it after waking up." ”

"Can you tell me what you dreamed about?"

Yan Lang fell and said: "In the dream, I entered a battlefield, where there were people in the sky, and demons in the sky, fighting all around, corpses all over the earth, a huge eye above the sky stared coldly at all this, whenever I wanted to take a closer look at that eye, there would be a voice in my head to remember, and at the same time, the giant eyes in the sky would also look at me, making me sit on pins and needles and then I would wake up sweating profusely." ”

"Voice, do you remember what you said?"

"I don't know. Yan Lang shook his head: "Every time I wake up, I try to remember, but except for the corpses all over the ground and the huge eyes, I can't remember what the voice that appeared in my head said." ”

"Legend has it that after amnesia, dusty memories will be buried in the deepest part of your mind, and at some point and moment will be presented in your mind in the form of fragments, maybe what you dream of is what you have experienced. ”

"Patriarch. Yan Lang screamed but fell silent.

Ziyang looked at Yan Lang, put down the flag in his hand, stood up and said, "You come with me." ”

Yan Lang followed Ziyang to the highest point in the village, and stood with his hands in his hands and looked down on the land.

"What do you see?" Ziyang said.

"Calm village, endless mist. ”

"Well, what you see is only the surface, what I see is peace, warmth, no quarrel with the world, no worries about food and clothing, after staying here for a long time, it will naturally open, whether you can go out or not has no meaning to me, so you don't need to be burdened, although you do what you want. ”

Yan Lang looked at Ziyang: "The patriarch knows that I am leaving. ”

"Hehe, I can see that your dream makes you have a sense of pursuit of unknown events, you have your own ideas, I don't need to force you to stay, you are not a member of the Wu clan, let alone bear the oath of the Wu clan, but you have suffered Ziling's girl. ”

"Zi Ling!" Yan Lang whispered: "Zi Ling is lively and kind, she is a good girl, she shouldn't be imprisoned here." ”

"It's a pity that she was born in the Wu Clan, I can see that this girl Ziling has already liked you, maybe you should say goodbye to her. ”

"It's time to say goodbye. ”...

...

It was still the stream, it was still the girl, the girl leaned over and put the flowers beside the stream to the end of her nose, inhaled deeply, and an expression of intoxication appeared on her face, and there was a thrilling beauty. And the flower seemed to be even more brilliant in front of her beautiful face.

Turning around, the girl smiled happily: "Brother Yan Lang, you are here." ”

Yan Lang walked over lightly and touched the girl's hair: "Today's flowers are very beautiful." ”

"Well, this year's flowers are blooming better than ever, by the way, aren't you playing chess with the patriarch's grandfather?

Yan Lang put away his smile: "Ziling, I have something I want to say to you." ”

Zi Ling was surprised: "Brother Yan Lang, what is the matter? I feel that you are mysterious today." ”

"In the past two years, I have had a very happy life in the Wu Clan, with you, the patriarch, Zifeng's seniors, and everyone in the Wu Clan, everyone treats me very well, treats me as their own, and I also regard this place as my home, but..."

Zi Ling suddenly had a bad premonition and cautiously tested: "Brother Yan Lang, what are you talking about, do you want to leave?"

Yan Lang took a deep breath and replied in a low voice, "Yes." ”

"No, I don't want it, I don't want Brother Yan Lang to leave me, I don't want it. ”

"Ziling. Yan Lang grabbed Zi Ling, who wanted to run away, and continued: "The Wu Clan is more kind to me than the mountain, but I have never been a member of the Wu Clan, I really hope to always be with you, but I may just be a passerby, during this time I have been having nightmares, I am thinking deeply, I know that there must be something that I need to complete, so I have to find the answer, but you have to believe me, I will definitely come back, and then I will lead the whole Wu Clan people out." ”

"But I don't want to leave you, Brother Yan Lang, why don't you take me with you?" Zi Ling choked.

Yan Lang refused: "No, I have a hunch, this time going out will be dangerous, I don't worry, besides, the land of the Wu Clan is not something you can leave if you want to, have you forgotten your oath?"

"But in that case, how are you going to get out?"

Yan Lang said: "Since I can enter through the forbidden hole, I believe that I can get out of the forbidden hole, saying that I am not a member of the Wu Clan, and the oath of the Wu Clan is useless to me." ”

Zi Ling held Yan Lang's hand: "But, but I'm still very worried." ”

"Don't worry, I'll be fine. ”

"And when are you leaving?"

"In two days!"

"Can you come with me to see the sunset red?"

...

...

Two days later, in front of the forbidden void, a large number of witch people stood here.

Yan Lang looked at the Wu villagers in front of him, about to separate, there were too many things to say, but he didn't know what to say at this time. Zi Ling stood in the crowd and looked at Yan Lang silently, a thousand words turned into teardrops and fell to hit her heart.

Yan Lang knew that this trip might be goodbye, no one knew what would happen after he went out, although he said that he would definitely come back, but who could predict the future.

"Yan Lang. Patriarch Ziyang walked over: "You are leaving today, I have nothing to send you, this Qiankun Mirror was left by the Wu Ancestor back then, with supreme mana, just because the people of the Wu Clan do not investigate the mystery, I will send it to you today, maybe it will help you." With that, he took out an ancient mirror and handed it to Yan Lang.

Yan Lang took the ancient mirror and looked at it, and an ancient breath also followed, with bronze as the body, surrounded by double dragons, the mirror was simple and couldn't illuminate anything, and I couldn't see what it was.

"Thank you, patriarch, it's time for Yan Lang to hit the road. ”

"Hmm. Purple-eyed and smiling without words.

"Brother Yan Lang. Zi Ling finally couldn't help but walk out: "Brother Yan Lang, this is the jade pendant that my parents left for me, you bring it, whenever you see the jade pendant, it's like seeing me, I will always be by your side." ”

"Silly girl, I remember, I said I would definitely come back to see you, you want to live a happy life, and when I come back, I want to see a happy, lively and cheerful Ziling. ”

After speaking, Yan Lang looked at everyone: "Life is a long road, you and I meet and separate, the Wu clan regards me as family, I regard the Wu clan as my hometown, the love of the Wu clan Yan Lang will always be remembered, the grace of dripping water should be reciprocated by the spring, now Yan Lang is gone, he will eventually come back, the lost land will eventually become a thing of the past, folks, goodbye." Turning around, Yan Lang resolutely walked into the forbidden hole and did not look back.

Parting, a little difficult to give up, but not stunned. Some look back, but are not pessimistic, because the hope of meeting is comforting.

"Grandpa, I want to learn witchcraft. Zi Ling looked at the direction of the forbidden hole and said to Ziyang.

Zi Yang looked at Zi Ling and nodded silently.

...