In the world, everyone has such a memory, which is an injury that he does not want to mention in his life.

Just like the current Yunluo, he also has a sad past.

Lin Qi looked at the history book in front of him, the dark golden breath on it, precipitating the memory of time, unconsciously evoking the hidden pain in his heart.

"Broken memories, do you want to use the history books of these years to untie the knot?" Lin Qi said suddenly, as if he understood Yun Luo's intentions.

Yun Luo didn't answer, and slowly walked to the history books of the years, his eyes were full of anticipation and excitement, caressing the yellowed rice paper, and there were bursts of coldness and warmth from his fingertips, which was the breath of the fetal membranes of heaven and earth.

"Although I can't change my destiny, I can get back the past!" Yun Luo finished speaking, biting out a wound on his finger with his teeth, and bright red blood slowly flowed out along his fingerprints.

"Do you want to use your own blood to recall the history books of the years, so as to recover that lost memory?" Lin Qi was puzzled, what kind of memory did you need to pay for blood.

Yun Luo nodded, his smile was still as bright as light, as if a child had gotten his favorite toy, the expression on his face was simple and excited,

"In the history books of the years, only blood can awaken the dusty memory, I have to do it......!

"Even if you give your own source of life, are you willing!?" Lin Qi interrupted Yun Luo, he knew the price he had to pay to get back to the past.

The history books of the years record the rolling red dust and the vicissitudes of the world, and the only way to use it is to give the source of one's own life in exchange for a piece of the past, otherwise it is difficult to awaken the divine power at the beginning of all things.

Yun Luo was slightly stunned, then nodded, "I need to know that memory! Even if I give all my life source, I am willing!"

Two sharp edges bloomed in his purple eyes, and his expression was determined, and he had already made up his mind that no one could change it.

The history books that recall the years need to pay the source of life, but only the past recorded on it will need to pay the source of their own life, the deeper the past, the more the source of life will be paid, if you want to trace the "beginning" era. The source of life needed is all.

Some people, in order to find an answer, are willing to give everything they have, even if it is their lives, because the heart knot is like a wall that cannot be crossed, no matter how hard you try, you will not be able to overcome it after all.

But even if you know, it's a story of the past, and who really wants to give their life and gamble once?

Lin Qi was silent, he stood quietly on the stone platform, only five meters away from the history books of the years, and his eyes were on Yun Luo.

Yun Luo raised his head, looked at the quills that had been transformed by Lingfeng, and said to himself: "I don't know if you can help me retrieve my memories from three years ago, I really want to know what happened that day!"

One day three years ago, what exactly happened, he would soon know.

After finishing speaking, Yun Luo took a deep breath, closed his eyes and pressed his blood-printed palm print on the history book of the years, the golden rice paper suddenly flashed a bright light, and the pages that were originally without handwriting suddenly appeared countless dense ancient texts, and began to be pieced together in the blank space.

Lin Qi's eyes widened, his gaze did not move an inch, staring closely at the history book of that time, for fear of missing a detail.

In the palm of Yunluo's hand, the perfect combination of blood and history books, the golden rays are overflowing, the gods are shining, the history books of the years have really been hooked, and the dusty past has begun to be revealed little by little.

In the surrounding space, large swaths of Xuanhuang essence began to gather here, all of which were integrated into the history books of the years and turned into stars.

At this moment, this huge ancient book seems to be the mother of all things gradually waking up.

"This ...... How is this possible!" Lin Qi was extremely shocked, his mouth grew and he looked at everything in front of him in surprise.

The Xuanhuang Essence, which was originally dark gold, actually changed into a colorful light, surging towards Yun Luo's palm like a flood tide.

At the top of the stone platform, the Xuanhuang essence began to condense, and the scenery outside the stone platform gradually became clear, and the Xuanhuang essence was decreasing.

Yun Luo still closed his eyes, not because he was afraid, but at this moment, the memories in his mind began to flow rapidly, like broken lenses, they began to be spliced continuously, can the lost memories be recovered?

Outside of his mind, the ancient text on the golden rice paper suddenly flowed into Yun Luo's palm like a river, and similarly, between Yun Luo's fingers, a drop of bright red blood slowly integrated into the history books of the years.

In the air, there was an old breath, which was the breath of history, but Lin Qi frowned, because he also smelled a burst of blood, although it was not very strong, but it made him very disgusted.

"If you want to get something, you need to pay the corresponding price! It seems that this world may only have such a thing as equality in the case of mutual benefit!" Lin Qi sighed silently in his heart, not knowing whether to be helpless or emotional.

In the history books of the years, the pen made of the feathers of the spirit phoenix, the inner feather core is as crystal as jade, which is the crown feather of the spirit phoenix.

I saw that the quill suddenly stopped, and it no longer wrote history, but flew above the history books and flew in the air.

Exactly, what is this quill depicting, the black ink dripping from the tip of the pen, beginning to meet drop by drop, and will be blurred into reality in mid-air.

How can the crown feather of the legendary divine beast Lingfeng be ordinary?

All this happened so suddenly, Lin Qi didn't have time to think and think, only to see that Yun Luo's whole body was wrapped in Xuanhuang essence, and the golden aura was like silk, forming a cocoon around Yun Luo.

"Hmm, what is that memory that Yun Luo lost, that can actually make this Xuanhuang essence turbulent and uncertain?" Lin Qi exclaimed.

He could be sure that Yun Luo would not be in any danger for the time being, because his life breath was very strong, and he couldn't feel it originally, but the moment he was entangled by the Xuanhuang essence qi, the source of life in his body seemed to expand several times, like spring water gushing out, bubbling and flowing, making people clearly feel a sense of vitality.

Yun Luo's life experience is already very mysterious, and like Lin Qi, he was born in the Spirit Clan, but he doesn't know what kind of bloodline and inheritance it is.

A person who comes with secrets, once all the secrets are revealed, what is the point of that? But Yunluo is such a person.

The history books of the years, exuding colorful aura, impregnated the surrounding Xuanhuang essence with rainbow rays, making this plain stone platform seem to be a fairyland of Yaochi.

Yunluo is right in front of the history book, and his whole body is tightly wrapped by the cocoon made of Xuanhuang essence, I don't know when it will break out of the cocoon, is that lost memory really recovered?

At this time, what attracted Lin Qi's attention the most was not the history books of Yunluo and the years, but the quill.

"Is it trying to express something?" Lin Qi asked himself, along the way, he had experienced too much fantasy, and he had long been surprised, but at this moment, there were still ripples in his heart.

The quill in mid-air, the tip of which is no longer dripping ink, because it has finished writing.

It is better to say that it is a depiction, because what the ink paints is a chessboard.

The chessboard is boxy and translucent, but the surrounding rainbow light does not dye it through, and the deep color like a landscape ink painting makes people look a little bit of artistic conception.

And on the chessboard, there are black and white chess pieces, each chess piece is as quiet as a star, shining with endless divine brilliance, and the chessboard is like this vast universe, full of vastness and mystery.

This is an unfinished chess game, with black and white pieces occupying half of each piece, and the deer is still undecided.

Just as Lin Qi was looking at the ground in a daze, his body suddenly slowly volleyed into the air, flying towards the endgame, levitating on the side of the white chess.

"What's going on?" Lin Qi looked surprised, he couldn't understand why all this was happening.

Suddenly, there was a golden light in front of him, and in a snap of his fingers, an old man appeared.

The old man was dressed in a black robe, he looked about sixty years old, his temples were already gray, and his appearance was clear, but his eyes were bright, like the bright moon in the night sky, making the stars dim.

He smiled and sat in a position that happened to be on the black side.

"Come on, finish this game of star chess with me. The black-robed old man smiled, his voice low and deep, this is a temperament that can only be possessed after vicissitudes.

Star chess, as the name suggests, is a chess game with the stars as the chess pieces, the universe as the chessboard, and the sun and the moon as the lines.

"Looking for me to play chess?" Lin Qi was shocked, he didn't know the origin and intentions of this black-robed old man, how could he find a fourteen-year-old boy to play a game of chess that had never been won or lost?

The black-robed old man nodded and smiled, "Could it be that there are other people here?"

"But ......" Lin Qi wanted to say Yunluo, but he didn't know why, so he stopped talking.

"But I only see yourself, I don't look for you, who are I looking for?" The old man in the black robe laughed a few times, he had long forgotten, and there had been no one to play a game of star chess with him for many years, and he couldn't remember it clearly.

"But I ......" Lin Qi didn't know how to answer yes, to play or not to play? Although he knew the rules of star chess, he also understood what the astrolabe represented, a chess game that only Xeon could play.

"Life is like chess, I don't know which chess piece you are?" the black-robed old man sighed lightly, not knowing whether to ask himself or Lin Qi.

"Come, let's accompany the old man to finish this endgame for the time being!" The black-robed old man's eyes stared at the star chess in front of him, and after a while, he said: "This game of chess is white first, you go first!"

Lin Qi's heart suddenly became confused, it seemed that he had to play this star chess, and he also sat entrenched, opposing the old man in black robe, without a trace of timidity in his eyes.

He quietly looked at the star chess in front of him, he held the white chess, although he was one step ahead, but he had to be extra careful with every move.

The scattered chess pieces lie on the chessboard that crisscrosses the ravines, just like fate in troubled times, not knowing where to go.

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