After resting in the cave for the night, they set off early the next morning and arrived at the Valley of the Dust Moon at dusk.

Along the way, Le'er was like a wilted cucumber, hanging her head all the time, sullen, and her previous spirit didn't know where to go. Seeing Tianmo, he turned his head angrily with a pout, and didn't even say a word to him. Tianmo's spirit is also sluggish, with two dark circles on his face, always trying to avoid Le'er. No matter who asked what happened, the two men remained silent with a tacit understanding.

The valley mouth of the Dust Moon Valley is an ancient tree in the sky, this tree is more than 50 zhang high, and the tree blooms with lilac growth flowers, which is particularly gorgeous and eye-catching. Walking towards the valley, the quiet path is full of pale blue flowers, full of fragrance, but if you look closely, there are different kinds, each of which is extremely beautiful and beautiful. Xiao Xiao said that the four seasons here are like spring, and the flowers are blooming all year round, and every flower is always undefeated. The disciples of Dusty Moon Valley practice martial arts, study medicine, play the piano and paint, practice spells, and live unrestrained in this beautiful world in this sea of flowers all year round.

The deepest part of the Dust Moon Valley is a towering mountain, called Purple Frost Peak, the mountain peak is surrounded by thick fog all day long, it is the forbidden place for the disciples of the Dust Moon Valley, even the valley master is not allowed to enter. Legend has it that it was built by the first valley lord of Dusty Moon Valley, and it is also the most beautiful place in Dusty Moon Valley, and the first valley lord issued a ban before his death, and no one is allowed to enter. In front of the Purple Frost Peak is a turquoise lake, there is a layer of light blue light mist floating on the lake, a big silver tree in the lake, what is on the tree is not a fruit, but a silver bell of the same size in Xiao Xiao's hand, the breeze blows through and makes a crisp sound, flashing dazzling light in the sun.

Zhiyan looked at the big silver tree and shook her head gently, she rubbed her temples, feeling that this tree seemed to be seen somewhere, and she always felt that she had some kind of secret connection with it in the depths of her soul. She raised her head and saw that Ze Ran's brows were also tight, and there was a flash of gloom and panic. Zhiyan lowered his head and bit his lip, more convinced of the relationship between this tree and himself.

Following Mo Qi and Xiao Xiao, the group came to the residence of Wen Renweisheng, the lord of Dust Moon Valley. In front of the house, there was a red manzhu sawa blooming, bright as blood, but with an indescribable sadness. A burst of fragrance came into Zhiyan's nose, she suddenly felt a slight pain in her head, and some strange and familiar pictures poured into Zhiyan's mind like a tide, her hands trembled and grabbed her cuffs, trying to put these pieces together, but it was always in vain.

Suddenly, she felt a warm, strong hand gently resting on her shoulder, and for a moment all the discomfort disappeared, and the fragments of those memories disappeared without a trace. Ze Ran gently took his hand and smiled slightly, "Is there anything uncomfortable?" ”

"No," Zhiyan smiled and shook his head, "Maybe I'm a little tired." ”

"Qiqi Valley Master, disciples Mo Qi and Xiao Xiao returned from going out, and brought back some friends...... The disciple has something to worry about the valley master......" Mo Qi and Xiao Xiao half-knelt on the ground respectfully, the expression on their faces was solemn and respectful, it seemed that Wen Ren Weisheng had a high position and weight in their hearts.

A gust of wind blew, and there was a burst of piano sound from the house, and a woman wearing a lilac gauze appeared in front of everyone with a folding fan in her hand, showing a little majesty and a little softness in her body, although her face was covered with a veil, she could still feel how the face under the veil was overwhelming. She walked lightly, and the silver bell fan jingled.

"Get up," she said slowly to Mo Qi and Xiao Xiao, her voice a little illusory and ethereal.

"Gu Master, this time the disciple and senior brother found the long-lost Tongshuqin of our sect on the way back." Xiao Xiao smiled playfully, recited a few incantations in her mouth, and a simple guqin made of paulownia wood appeared in her arms. When Mo Qi saw this piano, he was stunned, his eyes full of shock. The shock was more of a fear than the surprise and joy of seeing the treasure.

Wen Ren nodded with satisfaction, and gently took the piano, and at this moment she suddenly looked at Zhiyan, and a bit of elusiveness flashed in her eyes, "If you want to bother me, it should have something to do with her." ”

Mo Qi and Xiao Xiao glanced at each other and said in a deep voice, "Yes." ”

"Strange, strange, I've lived in the world for so long, and it's the first time I've seen you like this without a little 'qi' in the creatures of the Six Realms."

"'Qi'?" Zhiyan looked at her suspiciously.

"The creatures of the Six Realms all have their own unique aura, people are popular, demons have demonic energy, and immortals have immortal energy, but you have nothing." Wen Ren Weisheng looked at Ze Ran beside Zhi Yan, his eyes flashed with a little surprise, but his tone was still unfazed, "You came to me to ask me to help you do?" ”

"I want to get back my memories of the past." Zhiyan looked at her, his eyes full of anticipation.

"I know, everyone must be very tired after a long journey today, Mo Qi, Xiao Xiao, take them to the guest room to rest, and the matter of treatment will be talked about tomorrow." Hearing the whisper, he slowly walked into the room, and after a while, there was a curling sound of the piano in the room, such as resentment and admiration, such as crying, as if telling some sad past.

"I'm wandering again, it looks like you're really tired along the way." Ze Ran was still holding Yan's hand, but the temperature on his hand became a little cold.

"No, I just think that Dust Moon Valley ......" Zhiyan shook his head, didn't say any more, just smiled lightly.

"What's wrong with Dust Moon Valley?" His steps suddenly stagnated, and the strength of his hand holding Zhiyan suddenly tightened.

"It's nothing, I just think it's a little weird, but I really like it from the bottom of my heart. But Zeran was a little strange, and seemed to be nervous all the time. ”

"Yan'er is really smart, I've been worried about Le'er," Ze Ran smiled slightly, pointing at Le'er's face and lying without changing his heart, "He was sullen all the way, did something happen." ”

"I see," Zhiyan breathed a sigh of relief, "That's great." ”

"Huh?"

Zhiyan raised his head and looked into Ze Ran's eyes, his eyes flashed with a smart light, "From the moment I stepped into the Dust Moon Valley, Ze Ran has been sullen, preoccupied, and the expression on his face is also cold, I thought Ze Ran didn't like to come here." ”

"Silly girl, what is there to worry about here." Zeran chuckled, leaned over and chuckled her face.

Zhiyan lowered his head and said hesitantly: "Zeran is not happy, I will not be happy, if you are sad, I will also be sad." ”

Listening to this familiar sentence, Zeran's heart was sour, and scenes from the past came to mind.

At that time, the man was weakly tied to the sacred tree, and instead came to comfort himself despite his strict injuries, "Zeran, if you accompany me with such an expression, you might as well go." I don't want to see you sad, Zeran is unhappy, I will be unhappy, if you are sad, I will ...... Sad......"

"Zeran, are you crying?" She stretched out her hand to catch the tears shed by Ze Ran, and looked at the transparent teardrops lying in her palm, feeling a little distressed. Legend has it that the phoenix clan never shed tears, their tears only flow for the most important people, and the tears shed are also supreme treasures, the wind does not flow, the water dissolves and does not flowers, but the white bones are raw meat, and the dead wood is spring.

Zeran, who are these tears of yours for......

Night.

Xiao Le'er thought about what happened yesterday, thinking that her confession was rejected by Tianmo, and she was irritable and lying on the bed rolling, tossing and turning and couldn't sleep.

The bugs outside are so annoying!

It's so stuffy in the house!

It's so hot!

The pillow is so hard!

I didn't like this bed!

Yes!!! I just can't sleep!

After tossing for a long time, Le'er broke down and got up from the bed, and made a painful and short silence in front of the unsightly quilt and sheets that she tossed, and walked out of the room with her head drooping.

He wandered aimlessly in the valley, greeting the little flowers impatiently, but inadvertently saw the figure of the obsessive face and the smell of the human being appear in the sea of flowers of Manzhu Shahua.