In ancient times, Zhuan Xuan wanted to dominate the Six Realms and destroyed the Heavenly Pillar of Buzhou Mountain, causing the lives of the Six Realms to be devastated. The god Fuxi, Nuwa worked together to kill Zhuan, sacrificing herself to repair the Heavenly Pillar of Buzhou Mountain, in exchange for the peace of the Six Realms.

"We're just going to disappear?" On an unknown island, Nuwa turned into a human-headed snake body, sitting opposite Fu Xi, with a bit of sadness and sadness in her smile, "Although Zhen Xuan has been executed, he is still one of the three souls and seven spirits that he escaped, and before he died, he transferred his divine power to the future, if this power awakens...... I'm afraid it's another bloody storm. ”

Fu Xi thought for a moment, raised his head, and his eyes flashed with wisdom, "If you can, why can't we?" ”

"What do you mean ......"

Fu Xi nodded, "We will also transfer our power to the future, so that the destined person can compete with Zhuan. ”

Nuwa smiled slightly, nodded yes, and closed her eyes with Fuxi to cast a spell. As the mana of the two dissipated, their bodies gradually became transparent, and finally disappeared, turning into colorful smoke on the horizon.

Ten thousand years have passed since the end of the war.

The world, on the outskirts of Ningcheng.

Zhiyan sat under the window, closed the book in his hand, and looked out of the window with scattered eyes, his blue and purple eyes were empty like a pool of stagnant water, without the slightest vitality and vitality.

Who am I......

This problem is a major problem that needs to be solved urgently in life. She is not a philosopher, and this question is not a discussion of the ultimate meaning of life for her, but she really does not know who she is......

That day, she woke up from the cold and chaos, and no matter how hard she tried to remember, she couldn't remember who she really was. Can't remember their name, age, whether they have parents and relatives. She had tried many things, but all she had been met with was endless pain.

That day, she woke up, looked around in confusion and panic, and saw a man sitting beside her with an extremely handsome face, as beautiful as a fairy, with silver hair, blue clothes, and a smile on his face like the April sun, warm and beautiful.

"Who are you?"

"Zeran."

"That'...... Who am I? ”

"Persistence."

"Persistence?"

"That's right, Zhiyan, that's your name."

In the days to come, Zhiyan and Zeran lived together on this Wufu Mountain. Wufu Mountain is far away from the noise of the world, except for flowers and trees, fish, insects, birds and beasts, there are only two of them. Although the days of Wuyu Mountain are dull, Zhiyan feels that every day is full of joy. At that time, Ze Ran told her that he was not a human, but an ancient divine beast Bing Feng in the Nine Heavens of the Divine Realm; He told her that he had been living at the intersection of the sun and the moon in the divine realm, and that he had come to the mortal world by chance to hang out and get acquainted with him and save him. Ze Ran told her many things about himself, but he never mentioned the past. He said that those memories are not important, and that people should live in the present, not in the past.

However, Zhiyan didn't think so, she desperately wanted to know who she was, why she had such weird eyes, why she woke up with a wound, and why the ugly, obviously healed scar at her collarbone was always aching. She tries to put the fragments of her memories together, but it often backfires, and her attachment always makes the fragments more fragmented.

Two years later, the injuries on Zhiyan's body have long healed, but he still can't recover his memory. She sat in front of the bronze mirror and looked at her eyes and the red tattoo on her right collarbone to hide the scar, and she couldn't help but feel a little more irritated. With a wave of the cloud sleeve, the things on the table were swept to the ground, and it was a mess.

She knew that these strange eyes were the seal of her memory, and if the seal was not broken, she would never remember the past.

Ze Ran walked in from the door, and shook his head helplessly when he saw the scene in the house, and with a wave of his jade hand, those things returned to the distance intact again, as if nothing had happened.

"Yan'er, from Wufu Mountain to Ningcheng, how many times has this been?"

Zheyan was very bored in his heart, and he didn't want to deal with Zeran, so the child was so angry that he twisted his head to the side.

Ze Ran stepped forward and covered her eyes with her right hand, and in just a moment, her eyes turned black, no different from ordinary people. "Wouldn't that look better?"

"You can get rid of the scars in the rest of my life, so why don't you help me get rid of the scars here?" She looked at him, her eyes filled with tears, "Zeran, I hate this scar. ”

"Yan'er, I'm sorry. As I said, here, there's nothing I can do. ”

There is a reason why I came to Ningcheng from Wufu Mountain, and it is a very important reason. About half a year ago, when Zhiyan was idle and bored, she accidentally found a tattered book in Zeran's collection, which actually recorded a method that could restore her memory. Extract people's most important memories of themselves as a guide, add a drop of blood and tears, and the seal can be removed. It's just to extract people's memories, and one of the three souls and seven souls of people must be extracted, such a thing, Ze Ran doesn't agree at all. He is a god and cannot harm humans. God will be damned if he harms mankind.

Seeing that he didn't agree, Zhiyan left Wufu Mountain alone in a fit of anger, and not long after leaving, he was almost caught by the demons under the mountain. In desperation, Zeran had no choice but to agree, but he was only responsible for protecting her safety, and did not interfere in other matters.

It's also ironic to say that Zhiyan somehow has the ability to control other people's memories, but she herself is a person who has no memories of the past. She also tried to spy on Zeran's memories to find her past self, but because he was a god, his power was too strong, and every time the result was failure.

It was late at night, and Zhiyan looked up at the window, it was already time.

Ze Ran sighed softly, raised his right hand, and a guqin glowing with a faint blue light appeared on the piano case by the window. The fifteenth day of the month is the day of spellcasting. A satisfied smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she sat down by the piano table, her fingers plucking the strings, but she couldn't hear a sound in this quiet night. The name of this piano is "Xinqin", and those who are destined will hear the sound of the piano and follow the guidance of the piano sound.

Ze Ran listened to this strange and mournful tune, frowned slightly, and fell into deep thought, he did not know where the book came from, and he did not know whether the methods in the book were useful. Half a year has passed, although Zhiyan has extracted the memories of several people, Zhiyan's seal has not weakened in the slightest, which makes the stone in Zeran's heart let go of it somewhat. He kept comforting himself in his heart, maybe the method in the book was useless, and he would accompany her to mess around. But he actually really wanted her to remember the past, but if she remembered, there would be a bloody storm. He knew her pain, but she had forgotten herself, she didn't remember the bits and pieces of the past, and she was not in great pain. I couldn't help her share it, so I accompanied her to bear it, just like in the old days.

In the early morning of the second day, before the sun came out, a thin mist lingered in the small courtyard, and it looked like a fairy aura from a distance. A middle-aged man with a dull gaze sat on a stone in the small courtyard, motionless. It wasn't until the sun rose and the fog cleared that the man woke up and his eyes regained a little brightness.

The man was gorgeously dressed, and the black clothes showed a bit of majesty and unapproachable temperament. The moment he regained consciousness, the murderous aura in his eyes really startled Zhiyan.

"Where is this! How could Ben be here? The man's tone was full of majesty, and he questioned Zhiyan menacingly.

"Yun Jing, General Yun, don't be so fierce. Early in the morning, such a loud noise, it was really noisy. Zhiyan blinked, stepped forward and handed over a cup of tea, "And you came here by yourself, I didn't do anything." Zhiyan recognized him, this man was born in a family of military generals, and he was named a general by the emperor Yun Jing.

"...... yourself" Yun Jing frowned, only remembering that he heard the sound of the piano, and then ...... When I became conscious, I found myself here, could it be that I was cast a witch?

Zhiyan seemed to see what Yun Jing was thinking, and said with a smile: "I know you must be thinking that I am a monster, in fact, you and I meet is fate, since you are here, you might as well make a deal with me." Give me your most precious memories, and in exchange, I'll help you accomplish something. ”

"General Ben is not a businessman and has no interest in doing business. And you're simply talking nonsense. Yun Jing snorted coldly, got up and walked towards the door, only to find that he was blocked by an invisible wall, "This is obviously a demon law, and he said that he is not a demon!" ”

"It's just an enchantment to protect here," Zhiyan suddenly looked up into his eyes, a glint flashed in his eyes, a smug smile appeared on his face, his lips opened lightly, and he slowly spit out a few words, "East Lake White Lotus." ”

Yun Jing's body stiffened, stunned. He hesitated for a long time, then turned around, and his eyes were no longer full of anger and majesty, but full of sadness. He opened his mouth to say something, but shook his head with a self-deprecating smile, "That's it, you can't do what I want." ”

"If you don't say it, how do you know I can't do it? As long as the dead don't become alive, the rest shouldn't be a problem. ”

"I want to see someone," he said, looking at the sky, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and his gaze was very different from Fang Cai's tenderness, but he made people feel like a lonely child, "a man who has been dead for a long time." ”