The heavenly realm, the flowing clouds, gather or scatter: it is as wide as the sea, its movement is like smoke, its color is like snow, and its softness is as water.

In the west, the sunset is unwilling, after burning the surrounding cloud ruins, facing the way of heaven, crying blood spurts out the last heart flower, and finally the twilight is deep, until it disappears.

And the sky, the space of the heavenly realm, has not changed in the slightest, it is still magnificent, hanging in the air, like a jade shell with crystal light at night, suddenly attracting the flowing clouds to gather; After ten thousand smokes, my heart was red and fluttered.

When he got to the space, he stood quietly, and he wondered in his heart:

Who am I looking for?

The heavenly realm is majestic, and naturally there is a greeting from the people who defend the city:

"Miss Manzhu, where did you come from?"

Manzhu Sahua looked at him, obviously familiar, but he definitely didn't know him, and he couldn't answer for a while, so he had to watch and pass by, and the big brother who guarded the city was strange:

"What's wrong with this Manzhu girl, why do you look at me like this?"

Manzhu Sahua didn't pay attention to it, and blindly walked to the place where he remembered it, a strange place, but the soles of his feet were like flying, and he didn't need anyone to guide him.

Who's here?

She stared for a long time and walked in. The Taoist temple is clean, the flowers and gardens are well trimmed, and a few reindeer and cranes that have not yet taken shape are leisurely everywhere, and they nod frequently when they see her:

Is it familiar?

An extremely familiar feeling suddenly floated in, Manzhu Sahua looked fixedly, at the end of the Taoist temple, a green cow slowly appeared, seeing the green cow, Manzhu Sahua's chest seemed to be hit by a heavy stone, the heartache was unbearable, and the originally blank world in his mind seemed to be suddenly occupied by a bloody picture:

Pieces of flesh and blood flying sideways, whistling, rushing towards her like a sea of mountains.

"Ah——!!!h

She held her head in pain, her eyes closed in a corner, her lips trembling, she wanted to scream, but she didn't know what to scream: maybe it was a thing, maybe an object, maybe it was... One name!

But there seemed to be thousands of thoughts in my mind, but in the center of the net, the nodules were forcibly removed, and the threads were scattered, and I could only feel pain, not remember!

Even if it has been searched, the desolate black hole of memory will swallow up all signs.

She thought hard again and again, and the blood-stained scene occupied the full field of vision, and in the dizziness, Manzhu Sahua fell to the ground and shrunk.

The cry of pain woke up the old gentleman who had just come out of the retreat, and he was so sad that he stepped forward to open the door and beckoned:

"Miss Manju is here."

Manzhu Sahua slowly stood up, the originally clear eyes were chaotic at this time, Lao Jun sighed, and pointed to a corner with the fluttering silver-white hair:

"Go ahead, he's there."

Manzhu Sahua didn't know what was going on, so she walked into the room and pushed open the door, but it was empty:

The bed was covered with an ordinary straw mat, and above it, the plain quilt was rolled up on one side; On the foot, there is a pair of shoes empty, and on the few pieces next to it, there is still half a cup of tea, the tentacles are cold, the room is silent, lonely, and there is no sign of life activity.

For some reason, Manzhu Sahua's heart was calm at this time, she leaned on the corner of the bed and sat down, there was no soft object such as a quilt behind her, but an extremely comfortable feeling hit her, making her drowsy.

For a long time, for a long time, Lao Jun knocked on the door and came in, saying:

"Immortals and spirits, you better go earlier. Alas.. ”

Manzhu Sahua was reluctant to give up, walked to the door, there seemed to be some sporadic feeling behind her, she suddenly looked back, empty and left.

After seeing her leave, Lao Jun walked into the house and said to the air:

"Alas, when I see this, I don't know how long it will take to recondense a trace of immortal energy."

The breath that was faintly floating in the air was weak at this time, as if it was scattered and escaped, Lao Jun sighed, his hands wrapped around the inner secret, hundreds of thousands of years of cultivation for the drum place, a blue and white essence of light from the palm of the hand, warm and thick spread, the breath gathered around, a moment later, a shadow that seemed to be there stood on the ground and bowed:

"Thank you for your help!"

Lao Jun sighed:

"Qingju, your Yuan Shen was destroyed, it has dissipated, and it has returned to Tianhe, only because of this trace of concern between the chest and abdomen, so that the teacher intercepted a wisp of divine consciousness for you, this move is already against the sky, even if it is a deep cultivation for the teacher, but it can only help you consolidate your foundation, and can not let you manifest, from then on, although you can cross the Three Realms at will, but the Three Realms no longer have a place for you to stand. You can only be a ray of divine shadow! ”

Vaguely, Qingju seemed to wipe her tears with her sleeve and choked up:

"As long as you are always by her side, even if you will always be a shadow of the Tao, so what!"

Lao Jun sighed, counted his fingers, his mind moved slightly, and he flicked his hand in the air, and the "Heavenly Evolution Map" appeared at a glance, and there seemed to be a change in the west, and when he looked closely, he calmed down and did not see anything abnormal. Lao Jun deduced again and again, but still did not see life, and after pondering for a long time, he finally decided:

"Qingju, give you a touch of immortal power for the teacher, it can only allow you to hide, possess, and protect yourself at a critical moment, but it can't change any cause and effect in the Three Realms, you can do it yourself, go!"

As he spoke, he stroked it behind the shadow, and a wisp of crystal clear blue light, like a bright star, sprinkled into the shadow's "body", instantly turned into a cloud of blue smoke, and then disappeared.

Qingju bowed down again, but he resolutely got up, followed the breath of Manzhu Sahua, and drifted away.

......

......

After the Manzhu Sahua came out of the Laojun view, he walked aimlessly, in a trance, thinking in his heart, he couldn't help but look up:

Hundred Gardens?

Walking in, she came to a courtyard, there were many doors in the courtyard, but she did not hesitate to push open one door, everything in the room seemed familiar, even the back window that had not yet been closed made a smile on the corner of her mouth.

As for what to laugh at, she couldn't be sure.

She stayed on the cot for a moment, not knowing what to move or do, looking at the window that was still ajar, hesitating in her heart, but leaning out and crawling out.

Outside the window, Qingju's shadow was already greeting her, and when she came out, she couldn't help but burst into tears and hugged her:

"Even if you forget all the people in your past life, you'll remember these usual happy times, won't you?"

Manzhu Sahua paused for a moment, and walked through Qingju's "body" nonchalantly before continuing to walk forward.

Qingju smiled with tears in her eyes:

"I can hold hands with you without any scruples!"

The empty palm poked out, but it couldn't hold the slender jade hand, and the tears finally slipped down, and it was just a faint trace of blue smoke.

Manzhu Sahua continued to walk, and the aroma of herbs came from nowhere, which made her stop:

"Herb Garden?"

She raised her eyes to look at the dark green and green tile courtyard, the fence was low, the grass and trees of all colors were green, the insects were chirping and the frogs were calling, she was used to it, but against the background of the surrounding jade white and bright scenery, there was a trace of weirdness, Manzhu Sahua had an instinctive fear, and it seemed that when she approached it, it was like approaching the abyss.

Suddenly, I heard the door of the small courtyard squeak open, and a beautiful woman dressed in white walked out:

"Manzhu, didn't you say that you would go around together after the shift was over?"

Manzhu Sahua was stunned again: familiar faces, familiar voices, familiar mannerisms, etc., etc., etc., could not evoke even a trace of light in the black hole of memory:

Who is she? Why is her smile so disturbing?