"Ah, I remember, yes, this is the Memory Orb. Suddenly, a loud bang sounded in Su Feng's quiet mind, but this voice happened to wake up Su Feng and asked the old man, "Senior, what kind of memory bead is this, what is it?"

"Hehe, the Memory Orb, it doesn't exist here, so it's precious, but it's common there. The old man laughed.

"Wait. Why do you always say that there is another place?Could it be that in addition to the continent we know, there are other places like this continent?" Hearing this, Su Feng hurriedly interrupted the old man's words.

"Hehe, you don't have to worry about this, you will understand in the future, let's listen to me first. The memory bead, as the name suggests, is a person who saves what he wants to say, so this ball is the memory. How to save it? What you use is the spiritual power that you are cultivating now. Using spiritual power, you can save what you want to say in the form of a ball, which we call 'Memory Orbs'. The old man smiled and explained.

"Wait. How do you know that I am cultivating spiritual power?Ah, I didn't seem to hear you speak at first, but I heard your voice, could it be ......" Suddenly, Su Feng exclaimed, as if he had only reacted at this moment. The old man just looked at his surprised expression and didn't answer him.

"Su Feng, you idiot, didn't I say just now that his mental power is stronger than ours? Why do you still have this expression. Seeing this, Xiao Yuan, who was beside him, couldn't help but belittle Su Feng.

"Oh, I haven't noticed, but you're still a hidden master. Suddenly feeling a slight fluctuation, the old man's eyes looked at the wall, at first he didn't care, but after looking at it, he was speechless in surprise.

"Senpai, what's wrong with you? Senpai. Su Feng saw that the old man seemed to be evil, and couldn't help but scream a few more times.

"Oh, what's the matter, little brother, are you okay?" After a long time, the old man returned to normal and said lightly.

"Nope. I want to ask how this thing is used?" Su Feng said lightly after seeing this, and then handed the crystal ball in his hand to the old man.

"It's very simple, just infiltrate your consciousness, that is, your spiritual power. The old man replied casually, and his eyes looked at Xiaoyuan again.

Hearing this, Su Feng ignored it so much, put the ball on his chest, held it with both hands, and his thoughts began to rush into it. However, when his mind touched the crystal ball, Su Feng's thoughts were like a drop of water flowing into the ocean, and there was no trace in an instant. Seeing this, Su Feng didn't believe in evil, and tried many times in a row, but the result was still the same, and in the end, he was about to collapse. Consciousness returned to his brain, and Su Feng's whole body was already sweating.

"What's the matter, are you okay?" Suddenly, Xiao Yuan exclaimed, and a flash came to Su Feng's side. Seeing this, the old man turned his face around, and he was also surprised to see Su Feng's appearance, and hurriedly walked over to support Su Feng.

At this time, Su Feng panted repeatedly, his face was pale, although his eyes were open, he had no look, and said with difficulty: "Senior, what the hell is going on?"

"Don't talk yet. Seeing this, the old man hurriedly stopped Su Feng from speaking, put his hands behind Su Feng's back, and after a while, the worry on his face disappeared, and he said calmly: "It's okay, it's just that the mental power is exhausted, and the body is fine." Hearing this, Xiao Yuan was also much relieved.

"Senior, this..." "Don't talk about it, you take a rest first, and we'll talk about other things later." Seeing Su Feng speak again, the old man couldn't help but interrupt in a cold voice.

After hearing this, Su Feng didn't say much, and began to meditate, running his mind, and his face began to improve. What is different from the past is that the mental method of this operation is created by himself, and it is no longer the 'Qiankun mental method'. But in the final analysis, there are still many similarities between Qiankun's mental method and his own mental method, and they both have different meanings to Su Feng.

It is also a chance faction, not far from Su Feng, there are more than a dozen people sitting in a room, both men and women. Outside of these people's bodies, they are surrounded by a ball of light, but the color of the ball of light is different. There are red, yellow, blue, white, and so on. Although some colors are the same, the shades of the colors are different.

More than a dozen colors illuminate this not very small room, and the scenery is quite charming. Following the light, you can see the expressions of everyone, which is completely consistent, so natural and calm, without a trace of sorrow, excitement, sadness, etc., there is just a natural demeanor.

In an unknown place, in a dilapidated house on a hill, there was one person sitting at each end of the good table. One was a white-haired old man and the other was a young man in his early twenties, both of whom were looking at each other, as if trying to see each other's demeanor.

"After a while, it seems that your injuries have healed. The old man broke the atmosphere with a smile on his face.

"It's all down to the seniors to take care of. The young man replied, although he said that he was thanking the old man, but there was no sincerity of gratitude in his tone. Then he asked, "Senior, can you tell me the ins and outs of the whole thing?"

"Yes, it's time to tell you something, but before I say that, I want to ask why you kept calling 'Yili' while you were in a coma?"

"This shouldn't have anything to do with why you want to save me, right?" Hearing this, the young man said lightly, his face sank.

"Don't worry. If you don't want to say it, you can go. Seeing this, the old man said lightly, and his voice became cold. When the young man heard this, his expression changed, he looked at the old man, and then resolutely got up and walked towards the broken door.

"If you want to go on like this, I mean you live with your master and what is in your heart, and you have to bear this heavy life, you can go, but I hope you don't regret it after you leave. Slowly, when the young man walked to the door, the old man's cold voice sounded.

After hearing this, the young man's body trembled, stopped, then sat down in the original chair, looked at the old man, and said in a cold voice: "What do you know? And what do you want to know?"

"Don't be angry. Tell me why you keep calling Xiaoyi's name when you're unconscious. Staring at the young man's eyes, the old man didn't care.

After hearing this, the young man's expression fell into memory, and then he told the story of the dream: "I don't know this very well, and this thing is also because of a certain incident." Whenever I fall asleep or go into a coma, I have a strange dream in my head. There was a child in it, and there was a woman next to it, and she kept calling Xiaoli to the child, and maybe this made me speak out unconsciously when I was unconscious. ”

"Oh, you didn't have this before, and you do it every time you sleep, and it's the same dream?" asked the old man after a long time, confirming his thoughts. Hearing this, the young man nodded, although he was very helpless, but at this point, there was no need to lie.

"What happened before this?" the old man then asked, step by step.

"Have you heard about someone from the Serendipitous Sect impersonating?" Hearing this, the young man said indifferently, seeing the old man's eyes in surprise, the young man continued: "That's right, that person is me, my name is Zhang Qiuji." Because of some things, I pretended to be a disciple of the Chance Fate Sect, and traveled around the Western Aiguo and Longyuan countries, specially selecting authoritative and powerful people to kill, which was easy to bring down the whole of a country.

Because the road was smooth and unimpeded, I dared to kill the headquarters of the beggar gang, but I didn't expect that there were people from the fate faction inside. After that, we fought each other, and the man I fought against was very skilled, and in the end, I tried all my true energy and failed. In the end, I was rescued, and since then, I have been dreaming the same dream. ”

Everyone is right, this young man Zhang Qiuji is a man who pretends to be a man of chance, and the person who was rescued by the white-haired old man was Zhang Qiuji when something happened in the small city of West Aiguo.

"Your master cultivates the method of darkness, right? You shouldn't know your background. Suddenly, the old man said lightly, and his words were amazing, and Zhang Qiuji showed a stunned expression.

"It seems so. Have you ever wondered why you're being bullied by your peers? Have you ever wondered why you are always alone?" and then the old man continued, his expression very calm, as if he was about to push the young man into a corner.

"Ahh

Suddenly, Zhang Qiuji hugged his head and shouted, repeating in his mouth: "Don't say it, don't say it." The old man didn't have any expression after looking at this, and just watched like this until Zhang Qiuji calmed down.

"Who the hell are you?" Looking at the old man, Zhang Qiuji said coldly, his expression became cold, it was his usual expression.

"Don't look at me with that look. I don't feel anything wrong with you, so it's not clear what happened to you. But one thing is for sure, and that is that you are being taken advantage of. The old man said lightly, and his words made waves in Zhang Qiuji's calm heart.

"Don't be surprised, it's easy to understand. I'm sure you're aware of it, and it's easy to see both your skills and your prestige in the eyes of your master and his subordinates. The old man continued, completely unconcerned about Zhang Qiuji's expression.

"It doesn't have to be that way. I can tell you who you really are. Looking at Zhang Qiuji's stunned appearance, the old man said with a smile.

After hearing this, Zhang Qiuji's body trembled, and he exclaimed, "Really, do you know my background?" Then the person calmed down, with an expression of disbelief on his face, but vaguely showed a hint of nervousness and hope.

Seeing this, the old man smiled and said, "Actually, your true identity is my grandson... Child. Hearing this, Zhang Qiuji was stunned, his eyes widened, his breathing became heavier, and he stopped talking.