At night, Zhiyan sat by the bonfire and quietly listened to Tianmo tell the story about Lingyang Palace.

Lingyang Palace is different from the general Taoist temple, although it is also based on Taoism, it is not a Taoist temple of monks, but the most famous sect of cultivating immortals on the Kyushu continent, famous in the world for its magical sword skills, and the disciples are all legendary immortals in the world. Lingyang Palace has a history of 1,000 years, over the past 1,000 years, there have been more than a dozen disciples of Lingyang Palace who have cultivated into immortals, ranking among the immortals, and the disciples of Lingyang Palace are even more committed to killing demons and demons, and often go down the mountain to solve problems for the people, and are welcomed and respected by the people. Tianmo also went down the mountain to perform the task this time, and picked up Zhiyan on the way back to his life.

Tianmo is an orphan, he has lived in Lingyang Palace for seventeen years, although he has obtained all the true inheritances of his master Yongxu Daochang, but whether it is swordsmanship or immortal art, he is only the most mediocre one among the thousands of disciples in Lingyang Palace. Yongxu Daochang was worried about his apprentice's situation all day long, but Tianmo felt that such an ordinary and ordinary person was very good, comfortable, comfortable, and at ease.

"Just talk about me, you can also talk about you." Tianmo handed a roasted hare to Zhiyan, who was already hungry with green eyes.

"Me?" Zhiyan's head hung down slightly, a trace of gloom flashed in her eyes, she raised her head and smiled at the sky, stood up, and stretched out her right hand to her.

"What is this?" Tianmo got up suspiciously, not understanding what Zhiyan was trying to do.

"Listen to me, it's better to see it real with your own eyes, hold my hand, and you will see all my memories."

Tianmo listened to Zhiyan's words and was skeptical, what Zhiyan said should be the art of reading souls, but the art of reading souls is a forbidden art for people who cultivate immortals, the foundation is unstable, and people who are not deep in mana will definitely go crazy when they practice this technique, the light ones will lose all the immortal methods, and the heavy ones may lose their lives, even the elders of Lingyang Palace do not dare to practice this technique lightly, and Zhiyan has no mana at all, how can he have such an ability.

As if seeing Tianmo's doubts, Zhiyan blinked, and smiled playfully at Tianmo, "Innate, don't envy me." ”

Inborn...... Tian Mo felt that his heart was suddenly stabbed, he had worked hard to cultivate for so long and had no good results, but people were born with such anti-heaven skills, which was really a painful blow to him.

Master, the apprentice must listen to you when he goes back this time, and he must cultivate hard, woo......

Tian Mo held Zhi Yan's hand a little excitedly, and at that moment, Zhi Yan's memories poured into Tian Mo's mind like a tide, from Wu Yu Mountain to the outskirts of Ningcheng, from the first time he saw Le'er, to meeting Tian Mo, the scenes were reflected in Tian Mo's heart, and he felt a little sad. Seeing the pain and sorrow she suffered, he thought that she was really a poor girl, but when he saw her making deals with people in order to restore her own memories, ruthlessly extracting their memories, he was a little annoyed, how could people inflict their own pain on others for their own sake......

Zhiyan withdrew his hand, Tianmo also returned to reality from Zhiyan's memories, he looked at Zhiyan, and the taste in his heart was mixed.

"Such a deal looks fair, but it is cruel to them. Although you have rewoven memories for everyone, it is no longer the past with real emotions, the stories of those who are just another person for them. ”

"You're right, so I don't want to do this kind of deal anymore, there is always another way to restore my memory."

Hearing Zhiyan's words, Tianmo smiled reassuringly, as long as he didn't hurt others anymore, he was willing to help her find a way to let her get back to her past self.

"That...... Can you let me have a look? He's a good youkai, and I want to help him get better soon. Tianmo said embarrassedly, his face flushed again.

Zhiyan hesitated a little, but he still carefully took out Le'er and gently put it in Tianmo's hand. Tianmo didn't dare to be careless at all, he held his breath, carefully felt Le'er's breath with his spiritual power, and after a long time, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, "Don't worry, Le'er is okay, he's sleeping." I just injected some spiritual power into him, as long as he is careful, there shouldn't be any big problems. ”

His parents died early, and although Daoist Yongxu raised himself, he always played the role of a master. After more than ten years of pure heart cultivation in Lingyang Palace, he has long forgotten the taste of family affection, and there is no blood relationship between Zhiyan and Le'er, but it is deeper than his own sister and brother, which makes him deeply moved. He picked up a dead branch on the ground and cast a spell to turn into a pale red hibiscus. He scratched his head, blushed and handed the hibiscus flower to Zhiyan, "My mana is not high, and the flowers I conjure are not as beautiful as the ones Le'er gave you, and they have no taste, but ...... But...... At least...... They look the same......"

Zhiyan was stunned, took the flower, and then smiled lightly, "Brother Tianmo, I understand what you mean, thank you." ”

"Hey...... You are welcome...... You're welcome, Le'er should be very happy to see you laughing. ”

It was late at night, Zhiyan had already fallen asleep due to exhaustion, and Tianmo was afraid that there would be beasts or demons and monsters, so he didn't dare to be careless at all, and stayed vigilantly by the campfire, paying attention to every move around him.

The surroundings were unusually quiet, except for the crackling of burning firewood. Seeing Zhiyan sleeping and guarding the box, Tianmo scratched his head, a trace of loneliness flashed in his eyes, how good it would be if someone could do this to him.

He sighed and raised his eyes again, only to find that the box in Zhiyan's hand was glowing with a strange red light, and a bright red peony slowly flew in front of him through the box. He rubbed his eyes and leaned forward to take a closer look, wondering if he was hallucinating.

"What do you see, haven't you seen such a beautiful peony flower?" A nice, irritated voice suddenly sounded in the silence of the night.

Tianmo let the peony flower fall on his palm and carefully held it in his palm, "Are you talking?" Are you Le'er? ”

"Uh-huh~ Such a beautiful and beautiful peony flower as Ye, is there a second one in the world? I know you must have a question to ask me, ask quickly, ask quickly, ask quickly~"

Tianmo blinked his eyes and asked seriously and sternly: "Flower essence, aren't flower demons generally women?" Why are you a man? ”

"Why is Ye a man? Ye was born a man like you, why can't the flower demon have a man, you are discriminating, discriminating, discriminating!! Le'er roared angrily at Tianmo, "Is there any reason why you were born a man?" ”

"You ......" Tianmo was a little helpless, Le'er was really so powerful. Forget it, he is silent and manly, so he doesn't bother with a stupid flower demon, "Huh? Since you can talk, why don't you say a few words to the girl who is holding on to you, she is worried about you. ”

"What do you stupid know, I won't say a word, and when my sister gets used to it, she won't be so sad when I actually leave. If I talk to her every day, she will be worried, and she will not be able to let go of me. Le'er's voice gradually became smaller, with some sadness and sadness, "My sister is so good to me, it's a pity that I can't do anything for her." ”

"You've done a great job, and your presence and company is the best thing you can do for her." Tian Mo hurriedly comforted, listening to the sad voice of the little flower demon, Tian Mo also felt uncomfortable in his heart.

"Tianmo, thank you. Thank you for taking care of my sister, and thank you for giving me spiritual power. My Neidan is broken, and I can only come out and talk for a while, and I'm going back. I hope you don't sue Sister Sù. ”

"I understand."

"Hmm...... If...... If you can't sleep at night, or if you're bored, call me by my name...... I...... I'm willing to chat with you......" Le'er quickly returned to the box after speaking, his words made Tianmo feel strange, this little flower demon who never forgives people on his mouth will also talk in a slur manner? Wait, he shouldn't be shy, hahaha......

"Tianmo! Hum! Le'er's embarrassed voice sounded again, Tianmo covered his mouth and smiled secretly, almost laughing out of breath. Sure enough, I'm shy......

Zhiyan rubbed his eyes in a daze, looking at Tian Mo, who was smiling and suffering from internal injuries, he was a little confused, "Tian Mo, what are you laughing at?" ”

"No, nothing ......"

"I just heard someone calling your name, it seems to be Le'er's voice."

"How is it possible, it should be you dreaming, thinking about it day and dreaming at night, you must be missing it too much."

"Oh...... But...... What the hell are you laughing at? ”

"No, it's nothing, it's really nothing," Tianmo said this, but he smiled and covered his stomach and couldn't straighten his waist.

“……”