Under the dedicated care and conditioning of the Xu family master, Xu Manjun's memory was finally completely recovered, to be precise, her memory before her amnesia was completely restored, but she had no impression at all in the months that she lived with Xu Qing'an in that uninhabited valley after the amnesia.

Although she couldn't remember anything about what happened after she was injured, she always had a strange feeling that her heart was always empty, as if something very important was missing.

Xu Manjun, who has fully recovered, has started the same life as her before, practicing hard every day, and participating in major events in the rivers and lakes from time to time.

It's just that there is one thing that is different from the past, that is, every time she finishes solving some martial arts juniors, she can't help but go to the mountain forest where she almost died, and she feels that what she lost seems to be there, so she can't help but go to look for it again and again.

But no matter how many times she went, she never found it.

The days passed, and a few years later she became a relative, and her husband was as Xu Qing'an thought, a man who was almost impeccable from the inside out, from himself to his family background.

But in the face of such a near-perfect husband, Xu Manjun was not interested in it at all. Since she was a child, whether to get married, with whom to marry does not have much meaning for her, she knows that the family will arrange the most suitable Langjun for her, since it is suitable, then there is nothing to be picky, raise the case with eyebrows, respect each other for a lifetime.

Now there was a place in her heart that was empty, and the shape of the vacancy did not match that of her husband, so he could not fill the void in her heart at all.

Originally, she thought that she would spend her life in a state of searching for but not being able to find it, but God did not give her this opportunity.

The so-called strong pole is humiliating, prosperous pole must decline, the big tree of the Xu family has been standing in the martial arts and occupying the position of Mount Tai Beidou for too long, so long that it makes people red, and makes people hollow out their minds to destroy it, and then replace it.

This one of them is what the Xu family didn't expect, Xu Manjun's husband.

This man came with a purpose, and after getting Xu Manjun, he also had some sincerity towards her, but Xu Manjun has always been lukewarm to him, and after a long time, he lost interest in her. No matter how beautiful the beauty is, but it is so incomprehensible, it is not as good as the girl in the green building to make people feel happy.

Once this man no longer needed to care about Xu Manjun because of his personal feelings, the disintegration of the Xu family accelerated at an unimaginable speed.

First the head of the Xu family died in an accident, and then Xu Manjun's uncle and father, who either went crazy practicing martial arts or was seriously ill and bedridden. In the end, even Xu Manjun himself has been depressed and unhappy all these years, and his heart is depressed, and he was deliberately affected by his husband during a pranayama and injured his meridians.

The huge Xu family seems to have become a magnificent mansion built of rice paper at the time of life and death, which looks gorgeous and magnificent, but it is flattened with a light pinch.

On the day the Xu family was wiped out, Xu Manjun dragged her seriously injured body and struggled to resist, and she couldn't wait to eat the husband who had been in bed with her for several years.

But her body knew to herself that since that meridian injury, she had never been able to fully recover, and she could no longer reach a higher level of martial arts.

The sword reflected the light and fell like raindrops, Xu Manjun had the heart to resist, but she was already unable to do it, just when she was thinking about which positions on her body had to be poked out of the hole, a clearly unfamiliar but inexplicably familiar figure broke into her eyes.

Time seemed to be infinitely extended at that moment, and she suddenly remembered many things that she didn't seem to have experienced at all, and fragmentary scenes flashed in her mind, and those messy pictures all showed that the ordinary face in front of her was the blank in her heart that she had been looking for for so many years.

All the sense of hearing and pain disappeared in this instant, and only the ordinary face in her eyes and mind kept changing, sometimes smiling, sometimes worried, sometimes affectionate......

It wasn't until the sound of a sharp weapon passing through her body came and the warm blood splashed her face that an extremely weak and extremely nostalgic voice came from her ears: "Manjun...... Quick, let's go ......"

She subconsciously stretched out her arms and took the man who was about to fall into her arms, and there seemed to be a strange feeling in her chest that was about to burst open as if it was quickly filled.

"Let's go, let's go......" The man spat blood from his mouth, glaring anxiously but weakly.

But it's too late, it's just a thought that the master will win or lose, not to mention that Xu Manjun is already at the end of the crossbow.

While the sword light shone, the vital places around her body were all submerged by the ruthless sword, and she was powerless to return to the sky.

When she was dying, she just subconsciously hugged the man in her arms who was about to die like her, and whispered silently: "You...... Be...... Who'......?"

- My name is Xu Qing'an.

- My father and mother told me since I was a child that a husband should stand up to the sky. It's a pity that I can't learn martial arts, but I have become a quackless man.

- When I was little, I didn't even know what my name meant. But now I know.

- Xu Qing'an, Xu Qing'an was peaceful and joyful. But Manjun, I can't give you the peace and joy you deserve.

- Manjun, goodbye.

......

After quickly reading the experience of the previous lives of Feng Annihilation, Cang Wunian's heart, which was so painful that he was almost unconscious, suddenly swelled and exploded, and there was a powerful divine power surging in his body, and his previous gray hair also regained its jet-black color due to the rapid regression of time.

At this point, Cang Wunian had completely understood, and understood what the tangled feeling of cutting and untidying was in his heart.

In his love with Feng Yan, he is the one who is abandoned, with his pride and his madness, how can he tolerate a woman who loves him with all his heart and soul betraying him?

However, the Lethe water under the bridge was his last dignity, and he could no longer convince himself to take another step, reaching out to take the woman, groveling and begging her to turn back, begging her to stay, begging her to respond to his love.

This is also why, when reviewing the reincarnation of this woman's tenth life, Cang Wunian wanted to fly away from the river several times in succession, and went to the bridge to take a good look and ask, but the soles of his feet were like being filled with lead, and he couldn't move.

He can't let go in a chic way, he can't be as cruel as the wind annihilation, he has been reincarnated for life after life, constantly experiencing life and death, and constantly falling in love with different men.

It turns out that he really can't do it, and once he is reincarnated, he still has a special feeling for the wind and annihilation called Painting Allure in this life without awakening his soul.

The result of his inability to let go is that he can't help but peek into that woman's life in the mortal realm, and every time he sees her and other men talking to me, the flame called "jealousy" in his heart will intensify like wildfire meets spring breeze.

For a moment, he really hated the woman, and he wanted to break her and tear her up, and swallow the bones and flesh into his stomach alive to make his heart feel a little more comfortable.

But seeing her sad death, seeing that she would not die well no matter what identity she became reincarnated, his heart was inexplicable.

By now, he had fully integrated into the role of Delirium, and even if his soul could never be reshaped, he knew exactly what he wanted.

The corners of his mouth raised a hint of mockery, and he raised his hand to wave away the light curtain while saying indifferently but arrogantly: "What a good Xu Qing I am peaceful and happy in my life." But don't you know that your peace and joy can only be given by this king?"

With that, he turned his gaze to the bridgehead, and the faint purple light in his deep eyes flashed, and a flying body jumped up from the river, standing at the bridgehead like a tall pine.

This time he still has to wait, but what he is waiting for is no longer the lonely soul who has come to reincarnate again and again in the millennium of wind annihilation. What he was waiting for was the real wind oblivion, he wanted to see how she got to this bridge, to see how determined she was.

At twelve o'clock, the painting in front of the mirror was slightly stunned by the "delusion" in the mirror, but when she saw the man standing firmly at the head of the bridge like a door god, she subconsciously covered her heart with her hand.

She had guessed what he wanted to do, and it was precisely because she had guessed that there was an unprecedented panic in her heart. Seeing that the man he liked was about to meet the woman he liked, the mood of the painting Allure at this time was no longer something that could be described by mixed tastes.

Soon, a golden ball of light appeared at the head of the bridge, less than a foot away from the purple-gold robed man.

The golden light dissipated, and the light purple veil on the woman's body drifted out of the dust as if it had been blown by the wind.

Looking at each other, Cang Wunian didn't even notice that he couldn't connect the woman in front of him with the painting Allure at all, more precisely, at this moment, he didn't remember who the painting Allure was at all.

Feng Yan just glanced at him faintly, as if he were just an insignificant scenery on the side of the road, and the lotus steps moved lightly, bringing up the corners of the skirt that dragged the ground, and walked towards him slowly.

Of course, only Hua Chengcheng would think that the woman in the picture was walking towards the man, but Cang Wunian knew very well in his heart that the woman had no intention of stopping in front of him.

When he passed by, Cang Wunian felt as if there was a strange breeze blowing on his face, mixed with a faint strange and familiar fragrance of Roselle.