"Awei...... Awei! Jiang An, who was caught by the nightmare of dreams, was lying on the couch, tossing and turning, and fine beads of sweat were oozing from the top of his head, "Ah Wei, Ah Wei ......" The whispers in his sleep were intermittent, a little desolate, a little sad, Jiang An's fingers slowly clenched the object next to him, and detained it desperately.

"Ahh A few exclamations, Qiu Feng covered his palms and jumped up screaming, Jiang An was shocked by this sudden movement, and with a throbbing, he opened his eyelids. As soon as he raised his eyes, the sun was like a naughty doll, jumping up and down on his eyelids, and the sudden light was dazzling, Jiang An raised his hand to block it, and it took a long time to get used to it. Qiu Feng stood beside him with a crying and laughing expression, swaying his palms and breathing softly. He exclaimed in pain and looked at Jiang An with a frown, "Engong's strength is really not small!" "

Jiang An stroked his somewhat drowsy forehead, looked at Qiu Feng dizzily, and although he didn't know what was going on, he still smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry." "

"It doesn't matter." Qiu Feng took down the hand that had been breathing, revealing a smiling face, which was a little similar to the bright little girl, "In my sleep, Engong's face was very terrifying, and Ah Wei, who kept calling for it, I don't know who it is?" "

"Ave?" Jiang An'an was startled, lowered his head and thought about it, but he couldn't find the person in the end. I was stunned for a long time, so I had to close my eyes slightly, and my body slowly leaned on the edge of the couch, "Ah Wei?" I...... I can't remember who she was. "

"Can't remember?" When Qiu Feng heard this, his surprised eyes were about to pop out, and he looked at him suspiciously for a long time before he asked cautiously, "Engong...... But amnesia? "

Jiang An rubbed his aching temples and spread his hands helplessly, "Just call me Mu Yu, Engong Engong, it sounds really awkward." With his eyes closed, he tried to retrace the story of the long ago in his mind, and after a little trace, his mind was in a heart-rending pain, and his vast gaze soaked the corners of Jiang An's eyes, and he closed his eyes and muttered, "Amnesia...... I don't know, I can't remember a lot of things lately. "

"Huh?" As if he had discovered a big secret, Qiu Feng's face was full of clouds, surprised, surprised, and muttered quietly, "It seems that I have amnesia, and I can't remember it clearly." After muttering in his heart, he turned around and asked in a low voice, "Has Engong ever thought about retrieving his memory?" "

"Haha......" With a long laugh, Jiang An spread his hands helplessly, "Since it has chosen to abandon me, why should it be reluctant?" Or ......" Thinking of this, Jiang An's mind appeared again with a purple figure entangled in the night, and his voice slowly deepened, turning into a voice of amazement for a long time, "Perhaps, it was too painful in the past, and I chose to forget it, in this case, what good do you want it?" The opportunity has not come, and it will be useless for you to desperately search for it, not to mention, what you get may not be what you want, in that case, everything will follow fate. "

"High theory, high theory." Tut-tut, Qiu Feng stepped to the front of the case, waved lightly, I don't know what was written on the white paper, turned around and laughed, "I have to write it down, write it down!" "

"Hey," Catching a glimpse of his solemn look, Jiang An sneered, and glanced at the scene outside the window. Thinking about the things in the mountains in his heart, he was anxious and almost wanted to resign, but he saw Qiu Feng suddenly turn around, his face turned a little red, "Can Mu Yu stay in Shuanghongju and teach Qiu Feng martial arts without anything?" He rubbed his hands, a little embarrassed, "Qiu Feng's family is a businessman, a little bit of family business, don't hide it from Mu Yu, the Qiu family is often kidnapped, and he has hired a few masters on weekdays, but sometimes, the far water can't save the near fire, and he has to defend himself, but it's a pity that ......" After a few pauses, Qiu Feng said embarrassedly, "It's a pity that I am really not talented in the next generation, I don't know anything about the exercises, and I am thinking about finding a master......"

"Oh?" Jiang An looked at his slightly embarrassed reddish face, and his heart moved a little, and he listened to him babble for a long time before he slowly said, "But I am not a sect master, and I have never accepted apprentices. "

Qiu Feng pouted, "The martial arts of a sect master are not as good as Mu Yuli!" "Although he said this, he secretly thought in his heart, how can he worship the sect master? Especially for a person like himself, who has no foundation and is very stupid, which master will accept the reputation? Looking at Jiang An's martial arts body, it is enough to be in charge alone, not to mention that there are still a few intersections of affection, if you don't make a move at this time, when will you stay? Qiu Feng's eyes rolled, and he begged, "I don't want Mu Yu to accept me as an apprentice, I will be instructed a few times every day, Qiu Feng is just learning a method of self-defense, and he doesn't want to become a generation of martial artists." "

"Uh," looking at his pleading gaze, Jiang An didn't think too much, thinking that he still owed him a favor, so he couldn't refuse, so he had to nod his head and agree.

In the following period, Jiang An returned to the mountain several times, and most of the time he stayed in Shuanghong Curie to "teach" Qiufeng's martial arts. When he was studying, he was also serious about learning, and many times he was tired and sweaty before he stopped, but the results of his learning were ...... In Jiang An's words, it is "not easy to say". After teaching Qiu Feng martial arts for a period of time, Jiang An really understood one thing, the phrase "diligence can make up for clumsiness" is really comforting to the frustrated people in the world, and practicing martial arts does require some qualifications. It's just that these words really can't be said clearly with Qiu Feng, a person who is full of interest, and it is good to have enthusiasm.

One day, Qiu Feng deliberately ate a big meal, gathered enough strength, and said that he wanted to compete with Jiang An, but unfortunately he was defeated with one move. Xiao Yi, who was watching from the side, giggled, clapped his hands and danced and called, "The master is ashamed, the master is ashamed!" After hearing this, Qiu Feng staggered and picked up the sword, became angry, and scolded Xiaoyi, "Shut up, girl!" But the clever girl didn't buy his account at all, and hid behind the tree with a smile, pouting and making a grimace, still muttering, "Shame on the master, shame on the master!" "

"Dead girl!" Qiu Feng's eyes were angry, and he opened his mouth to say something, but he heard Jiang An, who had been silent for a long time behind him, speak, with a little hesitation, "Qiu Feng's martial arts are very chaotic and complicated, I must have studied from various factions before!" "

"This ......" Qiu Feng wiped the sweat droplets oozing from the corners of his forehead, he was really embarrassed, and he couldn't speak, "This ......"

"The master is a waste material, and he is angry and has gone away with eighteen masters!" The girl poked her head out from behind the tree, shook her head, learned the appearance of a grandmaster, brushed her non-existent beard, and sighed helplessly and disappointedly, "Rotten wood cannot be carved and ......", and for a time it was learned vividly by this little girl. Then he covered his mouth and let out a chuckle from Lingling.

"Shut up, girl!" Qiu Feng turned around and shouted angrily, "If you talk about it again, if you talk about it again, you will tell you about stealing Mrs. ginseng!" "

"Ah-hee-hee, can the master find something fresh, it's been three years, even if it's ginseng, it's time to get moldy!" Xiaoyi jumped out from behind the tree, pouting, a little proud, "I'm not afraid!" A gust of wind seemed to turn out, and Xiao Yi raised the handkerchief in his hand, "I have already confessed to my wife, she doesn't blame me!" "

"You!" Qiu Feng stared, and wanted to say something more, his mind was blank for a while, and he couldn't find any excuse, so he could only watch the arrogant girl bend over and laugh, unable to catch her breath, and turned her head to stroke her chest and coughed.

"Eighteen...... Eighteen ......" Jiang An closed his eyes and smiled bitterly, "This is considered a small ......"

"Then, Mu Yu has seen more qi walking?" As if seeing a savior, Qiu Feng turned his head in anticipation, "The road to martial arts is already difficult, so I'm good?" Relieved for a moment, the willows and flowers in front of him were bright, Qiu Feng muttered, "I see, I thought I wasn't a martial arts material!" "

Jiang An turned his head, coughed violently, endured it for a long time, and finally forced the sentence, "What you think is right" into his mouth.

In this kind of life, the calm lake surface in summer, although sometimes the sky is a little breezy and slanting, after all, the details are just wrinkled or spread on the surface of the lake, and after all, it can't set off the stormy waves. Jiang An had nothing to do, lying on the couch, listening to the yellow warbler singing, the light rain beating the ping, and under nothing else, he carefully counted the sunrise and sunset to boredom, but the ancient capital of Haolian, three thousand zhang below the ground in the center of the Inabat Desert, was far from being so quiet.

Calm and tranquility are within reach for Jiang An. chose to forget, let the years fade away the blood-stained ink, and heal the long-lasting sores. In the ancient capital of Haolian, which is 3,000 zhang underground, in the dead and silent Demon Clan's Demon Cave, there are helpless sighs from time to time, and the scarred bones are desolate. Can't forget...... I can't forget the sores I carved......

Mo Ruowei, the demon princess, closed her eyes slightly, sat cross-legged on the couch, and urged the wounds on her body inch by inch. She wore a purple veil and sat peacefully on the couch, her long waterfall hair falling down, as if she had put on a long gown. In the past three years, being in the demon clan, he has been thinking about how to get rid of the bewitching woman, the nominal queen, and has struggled for a long time, but he can't do it. The sword light and sword shadow, gradually between her delicate eyebrows and eyes, carved a little anger, one hundred and eighty years, this time is long enough, long enough, soaked in bloody days, should be her heart sharpened day by day, she closed her eyes on the couch, and tried to make her heart like water, but she couldn't help but be swept up by a white dress of ripples. Princess Shisu is vicious enough and ruthless enough, but after all, she is maintained by a thought, falls into the abyss of affection, and never recovers. She...... I just wish I had never been moved, but it's a pity, the word love, it's not that you don't want to touch it, you won't touch it, how many things in the world can be as good as you want?

There was a knock on the door, and the maid leaned down respectfully and said cautiously, "Princess, the queen has come to visit, have you seen it?" "

"Hmph, I don't see." The purple eyes opened instantly, revealing a few hints of viciousness, "Isn't it useful to say it?" "

"Of course it doesn't work." With a slender laugh, a blood-red ice condensation snow lifted the bead curtain, and the bewitching eyes looked forward to it, but it covered the corners of her lips, and her voice was ethereal and almost sneering, "However, this form still has to go." "。