Shen Jiuli asked a few more questions, and Yelu Jing'an reported to him one by one.

Recently, Master has not been generally concerned about the Demon Realm, so Yelu Jing'an has used all the news networks to focus on exploring the news of the Demon Realm, so that he can have something to answer when Master asks every day.

Yelu Jing'an had secretly complained in her heart that the master had not done anything for many years, and secretly sighed that she had been worshipping under the emperor's door for so long, but the opportunity to see the master's true face was pitiful.

I see them three or five times a year.

Now that he doesn't complain, the frequency with which he meets Master now is outrageously high! You can see you once a day!

Before leaving, Yelu Jing'an suddenly remembered something: "Master, those wedding supplies that Master instructed his disciples to prepare two months ago......

"Burn it." Shen Jiuli ended the fate of those things in just three words.

“…… Be. Yelu Jing'an agreed, didn't say anything more, and turned to leave.

As soon as he had walked a few steps, he seemed to remember something, and turned to look at the master and stopped.

Shen Jiuli was impatient: "What's the matter?" ”

"Well, the disciple heard a gossip that the little junior sister and Xue Yilan recently left the Demon Realm to play......

"Smack!" A drop of ink fell on the rice paper, originally intended to draw a leaf, but it turned out to stain a mountain stone red, like blood......

Shen Jiuli paused for a moment, and casually dyed the drop of ink: "Where did they go?" ”

"This ...... For the time being, it has not been found, and the disciple is sending someone to investigate. ”

Shen Jiuli stopped talking and continued to hang his head and paint.

Yelu Jing'an watched him walk the dragon and snake, and finally couldn't help but say again: "Master, I heard that the people in the demon world said that their good things are coming, and the demons have begun to prepare for the wedding of the two people......"

Shen Jiuli stroked, and as a result, the red maple with sparse branches and leaves added a big red mark......

Yelu Jing'an pretended not to see the red maple tree that had been drawn out of shape, and finally left.

Shen Jiuli looked at the picture on the stone table and drew a moment of God, the red maple tree in front of him seemed to turn into a girl's big red dress, the wind blew the clothes and danced, and the Yiren rebounded the pipa and smiled like a flower......

He froze for a moment, and the image suddenly appeared in his mind, disappearing, and when he tried to grab it, it was gone.

He understood that this should be a picture of him and Ning Xuemo getting along before this amnesia.

It's just a picture, and you can't connect with each other.

I never remembered the past when I had amnesia before.

This time, there are often some pictures flashing, although they can't be connected, but they are all about Ning Xuemo alone......

He was injured by Xueyi Mo three thousand years ago, killed his beloved disciple Longchuan, and took half of the immortal realm, and sealed all the memories of Xueyi Mo soon after waking up......

He was so badly injured that he needed to be in a coma for ten years to recuperate.

Before going to sleep, in order to prevent himself from repeating the same mistakes in the future, he fell into a deep sleep for nine hundred years, and when he woke up, he forgot all the oracles of his previous life.

After sleeping like this again and again, he had long forgotten why he had given such an oracle in the first place.

As soon as Wu Mo died, the memories of three thousand years ago came back, and he remembered them all......

That injury also made him fall into the problem of being a child once in eighteen years, and he had to cultivate at the ninth peak of Tianshu Mountain for three days to return to normal.

Because he had lost all his previous memories, he didn't know where his strange injuries came from.