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When Xing Ruchen took Liu Piaoyi to a mulberry forest, Liu Piaoyi was shocked, this place was very similar to the white mist place she had seen in her dreams. It's just a white mist in the dream, and it's very clear in front of me at this time.

She couldn't imagine that such a place was in the deep mountains and valleys of the Valley of the Hundred Herbs.

In the middle of the mulberry forest, there is a tall stele, which is obviously different from what I have seen in my dream, this stele is one person high.

Liu Piaoyi stood in front of the stele, raised his eyes and stared at the words on the stele, which were eight vermilion characters, two vertically down, writing: White Lotus Holy Flame, dominate the rivers and lakes.

In her dream, she remembered that she saw a stone tablet, and the stone tablet was written on the tomb of Lin Motian, not these words.

"That was a few years ago, my White Lotus Sect moved the tomb of Sect Master Lin, and the disciples who saw off the sect leader at that time were in too much of a hurry to bury Sect Master Lin. When Frost came to worship, we and the rest of the church had not moved the tomb,"

Xing Ruchen saw her doubts and explained on the side.

Liu Piaoyi lowered her eyes, and an uncomfortable feeling poured out of her heart.

Xing Ruchen squatted down on the seat in front of the stele and didn't know what mechanism he pressed, Liu Piaoyi heard the sound of stone cracking, and then a large square hole was revealed on the ground behind the stele.

He looked at Liu Piaoyi and showed a bitter smile, "Shuang'er, come down with me." ”

Liu Piaoyi looked at Xingruchen with a trace of hesitation, his eyes were like the deep sea in the dark night, deep and distant, and he couldn't see what kind of thoughts he was thinking at this time.

He was waiting for her, and by the way he reached out a hand to ask her to hold his hand. That hand was what he meant to her—he wanted to lead her forward.

Liu Piaoyi still hesitated and couldn't make up her mind, but the desire in her heart still made her stretch out a hand and put it on his palm. She was willing to let him pull it.

The stone steps slowly descended, and with his footsteps, Liu Piaoyi kept going down into the abyss.

Below is a burial chamber with a corridor leading directly to the spacious main burial chamber.

In all corners of the burial chamber there is a stone pillar lampstand, on which is placed a white jade wax platform in the shape of a lotus flower, and a white candle is embedded in the lamp to burn.

In the middle of the main room was a coffin, which was pitch black and alarming.

Liu Piaoyi looked at it, looking a little dazed.

Is that really his father?

A cold palm put on Liu Piaoyi's shoulder, and then he realized the thought that had been drifting away just now.

"Go ahead." Walking like dust said silently.

Adjusting to the dimness in the tomb, Liu Piaoyi approached the coffin, and her eyes fell on the stone epitaph next to the coffin. Some of Lin Motian's deeds are written there.

Looking at Lin Motian's deeds, Liu Piaoyi's mind suddenly remembered the day Luo Yan took her to the sacrifice. She was only eleven years old that year, and it was a rainy day, and Luo Yan told her that his master

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When you die, you must go to worship.

At that time, in front of the grave, she saw that the name on the stone tablet was Lin Motian, and Luo Yan told her that it was his master. Thinking about it at this time, Luo Yan didn't mention that the person she went to worship was actually her father. She immediately understood in her heart that her father was afraid that she would be hurt, and he sent her away since she was a child so that she could have an ordinary life and not have to struggle in the vast world of life and death. This is the father's love for her.

At this time, her mind vaguely remembered that when she was five years old, her father turned his back to her, and his tall back was desolate, although there was only a vague shadow left in her mind, but she heard her crying and hoarse calling him - Father, let Shuang'er stay by your side.

She didn't know why she didn't remember her father later, she didn't remember the White Lotus Sect, she didn't know what happened to her. However, she will always remember that Luo Yan came to her and told her that I came to protect you.

Recalling the past, tears have fallen full. Liu Piaoyi knelt in front of Lin Motian's coffin, and said painfully, "Why didn't Shuang'er remember you later, father ......?"

"That's because Sect Master Lin wants you to live happily forever, so on the eve of your departure from the main altar, it was the old man who made you drink a bowl of porridge, and there was medicine in the porridge, and that medicine was to make you forget everything."

A low old man's hoarse voice came from the back of his head.

Liu Piaoyi turned around and saw an old man with white hair, and the black mole on the old man's brow was so familiar.

At this time, her mind flashed back to the time when her small body was held by a warm old man, sitting in the swaying carriage and running all the way.

It was him, the old man who sent her away overnight, but this person was not so old back then.

Liu Piaoyi looked at the old man in a daze, and when Xingruchen helped her up, he told her, "This is Elder Fang." ”

The old man with this gaze inexplicably gives people a feeling that he is so powerful that he looks down on all beings, as if with a little force, he can take anyone's life like an ant.

It was him, it was the grandfather who protected her body with her body, she remembered that the carriage was driving all the way that day, but there were pursuers behind him, arrows and stabbing indiscriminately, and someone wanted them to die, but the old grandfather alone took down all the people who pursued them.

She remembered crying in fear in the arms of the old man, who was bloodied and comforted her very kindly.

She remembered calling him at that time—Grandpa Fang.

At this time, all the emotions and memories that she remembered came to her heart, and she threw herself into Elder Fang's arms with tears streaming down her face, and called out to the old man deeply, "Grandpa Fang! ”

Elder Fang's deep frowning brows moved, tears blurred a pair of old eyes, and gently patted her back, "It's really Shuang'er who is back, it's really Shuang'er." ”

A stream of hot air surged up her chest, she remembered Elder Fang, but why didn't she remember him?!

"Holy sister, I don't know if you still remember me?"

A slender movement suddenly sounded on his side

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Listening to the sonorous and depressed female voice, Liu Piaoyi turned her head and saw a slender woman with a white light veil on her face, a moonlight brocade robe, and a jade-colored white lotus tied to her wrist with a red thread.

The eyes under that veil are Han Xiangqing.

"Han Xiangqing?" She was stunned. It's because she's here.

At this time, Han Xiangqing took off the veil, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, and raised her eyebrows, "It seems that the Holy Sister still doesn't remember who I am, so let me remind you, you and I often fought for playthings when we were young, but do you remember the Holy Girl?" ”

When she woke up at such a moment, some vague memories appeared in Liu Piaoyi's mind again, there was a young lady who was a little taller than her who always bullied her, but her father said, "Shuang'er, Qing'er's Taizu is Han Shantong Han Lao, Qing'er is our White Lotus Sect's famous family, Qing'er and you are our treasures, and you can let her give her what she likes." ”

Father's voice was in his head at this moment, Liu Piaoyi remembered her, this Han Xiangqing was the sister who played together when she was a child but always bullied herself and sued the wicked first.

"It seems that the Holy Sister has an impression of me." Han Xiangqing looked at her expression and laughed, "Sister Saint and Xiangqing are still very close, in Luodingzhou, you are Liu Piaoyi, and I am the eldest lady of the Han family, you and I were still fighting for a man at that time. ”

Han Xiangqing deliberately reminded the stimulation that when Liu Piaoyi's body was still Liu Zhizhou's daughter, the two didn't know how many festivals they had.

"That's not me." Liu Piaoyi reminded with a heavy face.

"I want to understand that you are our saint now." Han Xiangqing smiled sweetly.

The corners of Liu Piaoyi's mouth sneered, looking at Xing Ruchen, and his tone was contemptuous, "The people of the White Lotus Sect are really unguardable, there are secret places everywhere," he said and looked at Han Xiangqing, "I didn't expect Miss Han's identity to be so well hidden." ”

"Shuang'er, you are the Holy Maiden of the White Lotus Sect, you can't despise your own people like this in the future." Xing Ruchen's face sank, and he reminded in a low voice.

Elder Fang smiled gently, "You can't blame the Holy Maiden, she just remembered herself." ”

The Imperial Palace of the capital.

On the dragon chair in the imperial study, Zhu Yijun supported his forehead, looking a little sleepy.

Yu Yuegong wanted the emperor to rest on the side, but he didn't dare to remind him, at this time Zhou An walked in, and his eyes signaled that Yu Yue had something to say.

Yu Yue had no choice but to ask softly, "Your Majesty, Zhou An has something to ask for." ”

Zhu Yijun opened a pair of reddish eyes, put down his hand and looked at Zhou An below, and said lazily, "Who is making trouble again." ”

In the past few days, in the harem, either Concubine Zheng Guifei has emotions or Concubine Zhang Shufei has emotions, and these two people always have emotions.

Zhou An replied carefully, "Your Majesty, Concubine Niangniang said that you should go and have good news." ”

Zhu Yijun was too lazy to take care of it, thinking that Zhang Momo could have any good news to say, and the news he wanted to hear most now was where Liu Piaoyi was.

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