When Yan Ping woke up, he only felt empty. Not only is there no strength, there are no internal organs, and there is not even the past. He had never encountered such a strange thing. Just as he was a cicada, an empty shell of a cicada, he couldn't remember why he was lying here, and there was a ragged woman next to him.

The ever-bright lamp shines in the ruined temple. It was midnight.

Yan Ping couldn't hold it up, so he still lay down, waiting for those things to return to his body's memory again.

The master told him that martial arts is not a secret book, not a move, but a memory deep in your body. The realm of martial arts is not to memorize the moves in your mind, or even to record them in each of your muscles, but to awaken the memory of your body's potential.

The master also said that the reason why living corpses are terrible is because they have no memory. When Yan Ping thought of this, he was startled, could it be that he had been made into a living corpse by the Poison Tomb Gate?

No, I just don't know why I suddenly passed out. Suddenly and briefly lost his memory. Now, those memories seem to be slowly crawling back like bugs.

He remembered that his name was Yan Ping, and he was the eldest disciple of the Shushan Kuzhuxi Sword Sect, the Kuzhu Sword Sect was a very small sect, and the ranking on the "Shushan Swordsman Genealogy" turned to the last page, and it was impossible to have his own name, and if he continued to write a few more articles, he still wouldn't have his own name.

Since the year of Ding Mao, after the seven major sects of Shushan were attacked and fell by the living corpses of the Poison Tomb Gate from the tunnel, the master took himself and his sister to surrender to the Poison Tomb Gate. The master felt that this was a great shame, but in order to protect himself and his sister, he couldn't think about it. Yan Ping often persuaded the master, and even many masters of the Seven Great Sects surrendered, and we are not ashamed. The master didn't say a word, and sighed.

When Yan Ping remembered his master's sigh, he finally stood up.

Looking at the ragged woman beside him, she also woke up. Yan Ping remembered that the woman lying next to him was called Gu Xiaowen, who was the second lady of the second gate sect in Shushan, and the people in Shushan called her the second miss, although there were many prominent second misses in Shushan, but when she only talked about the second miss, she could only talk about her.

The second lady had no expression on her face, Yan Ping knew that the look on her face hadn't woken up yet, and she must be the same as herself just now, and she couldn't remember anything.

That glamorous face was now empty, like the memory of an empty mirror left by a beautiful woman after she turned around. When the confused expression returned to Gu Xiaowen's face, her face began to come alive.

"It's like I've been sleeping for hundreds of years. "Those past things are like cicadas, and they grow back into the cicada, and a beautiful cicada comes to life again.

"It's like having a long dream. Yan Ping also said.

"Am I talking to you?" Gu Xiaowen said coldly.

"I'm talking to myself, can't I?" Yan Ping also said coldly. In the past, she was the second miss respected by the people of the rivers and lakes, but now in this troubled world, she is still putting the second lady's score in front of her?

Gu Xiaowen also remembered that his name was Gu Wanwen, and he was the second lady of the second major sect in the rivers and lakes.

However, the prosperity is gone, and yesterday is bleak and unbearable.

In the year of Ding Mao, the moon full building was broken by a living corpse, and he and his family and his disciples fought from one to another, and retreated to Tsing Yi City with Shushan Jianghu.

A month ago, he and the thirteen masters of Tsing Yi City shouldered a heavy responsibility, broke out, and killed all the way, there were only seven of the thirteen masters left, but in the first half of the night, they were besieged by the people of the Poison Mound Gate at the foot of this mountain, a vicious battle, and they finally broke out of the encirclement again under the desperate protection of the seven masters, however, this time there was no master left by his side.

The young man who is now beside him is a lackey who is chasing and killing him by the Poison Tomb Gate. Yes, it should be said that it is a pursuit, not a pursuit, because he is the person designated by the Poison Tomb Gate to keep him alive. Before fainting, he and himself were in this ancient temple and then, in order to escape for their lives, he opened a secret door in a hurry and then Gu Xiaowen suddenly thought of a very terrible thing, she saw her tattered clothes.

"You" Gu Xiaowen said sharply, and suddenly his voice turned low, "What did you do to me?"

"I still want to ask you," Yan Ping said, "What kind of demon magic did you use" Yan Ping didn't think about it right, if Gu Wanwen knocked herself unconscious, didn't she also faint? Besides, with her martial arts, how could she knock herself unconscious? Just can't remember what happened before she fainted? By the way, there seems to be a door Gu Wanwen is also thinking, what happened?

Both of them looked at the sky outside the broken temple, a rain covered the mountain, about the end of the third watch, it seems that the time to faint is not long.

Gu Xiaowen touched the sword beside him.

"Still fighting?" Yan Ping asked.

"Hmph, you were going to hunt me down, and I'm going to kill you, why don't you fight unless you let me go. Gu Wanwen said.

"Let you go? Do you think it's a family? Okay, I want to let you go, can you walk down this mountain, can you live with the Longjiaji? Even if you are lucky enough to let you pass the Longjiaji, the Linghuatang Yellow Mud Pass in front, can you get by? Besides, your martial arts are not good?"

"Is your martial arts very good?" Gu Xiaowen sneered, "If you don't fight, and you don't let me go, then what do you want?"

Yan Ping smiled: "I don't know what to do? Fortunately, it was dark just now, and I was the only one who saw you fleeing into this broken temple," Yan Ping said, and looked around the broken temple, very puzzled in his heart, and continued, "If you are seen by those disciples of the poisonous mound sect and chase after you, then you will also be caught right, just now when we passed out, I saw you open a door, what about that door?" Yan Ping was still thinking about what was going on with the brief amnesia just now.

Gu Xiaowen was also strange, but she had something more to worry about at this time.

"Will you let me go?" Gu Wanwen said.

"I've said it all, how can you let it go? In the past month, you have left Tsing Yi City, killed to the west, made such a big movement, and the Poison Mound Gate is chasing you everywhere, and now you have no master by your side, you are alone. Second Miss, don't you know, you're just in a big cage now, and when I take you to ask for credit, it's just to change you from a big cage to a small cage, do you think there's a difference?"

"At least you can free your hands to resist in the big cage, but you can't move in the small cage. That's the difference."

Yan Ping shook his head, "How to resist" Before the words fell, Gu Xiaowen suddenly stabbed Yan Ping with a sword, Yan Ping was caught off guard, and when he dodged, a blood mark was swept out of his forehead by the sword.

Yan Ping said angrily: "Do you resist like this?"

Gu Xiaowen smiled: "There is more." ”

I saw a white light flash out of Gu Xiaowen's sleeve, but it was a sleeve arrow, Yan Ping didn't have time to back down, but instead stepped forward in a wrong step, which could be dodged, and took advantage of the situation to clasp Gu Wanwen's left wrist, and his thumb was pressing the Yanggu acupoint on the back of her hand.

Gu Xiaowen sneered: "Good kung fu, but it's a pity that he is a scum who recognizes a thief as his father." ”

"It seems that only by tying you up can we speak. Yan Ping took out a handful of rope from his body.

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