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The drizzle hovered and no longer dripped down, but the raindrops above it were getting denser and denser by the minute.

But in an instant, the air is divided into upstream and downstream like rivers and lakes.

Upstream, riding the wind and holding the willows, but no longer listening to the drizzle, but looking at the woman who disappeared with the scroll.

The mountains and rivers suddenly turned into clouds of smoke.

As soon as the smoke clouds dried up, they turned into nothingness.

The boat sailing in the void is destined to be impossible for him, a person living in reality, to board.

If you can't board, you can only watch the woman leave.

She had said goodbye before, and he didn't have time to say anything to her.

Later, she walked out of her painting, and all kinds of words were prevaricated in her heart, and he hesitated for a while, only to say "wait for me" inexplicably.

Can you wait?

Originally waited for it.

If Yu Xiejia can't play the music that contains the immortal meaning of the qin, if Yu Xiejia is just a piece of fish lying on the chopping board for him to slaughter, he does have enough time to think about how to say something to her who walks out of the painting.

It's one thing to hear or not to understand, and it's another thing to say it clearly.

He didn't have the luxury of getting her complete forgiveness, he just hoped that she could be like a well-behaved and obedient child, and give him enough time to finish what he wanted to say.

However, as the sound of the piano sounded, he had to wait a long time.

He can draw, he can draw, but he can't draw her all the time.

Even if those masters with advanced realms can skip this step of observation and only drive the brush by what they want in their hearts, they also need to establish that they already have a clear picture in their hearts.

Does she still have a clear picture in his mind?

The answer is no.

If he hadn't gone to the yarrow day and night to recite everything about her, repeating it tirelessly, letting the lucky surviving yarrow absorb his grief and also carry his memories of her, he might not even remember her name by now.

When Liu Sandao or Liu Jingzhi asked what their mother's name was and what their appearance was, it would be really sad that he, the father, couldn't answer it for a long time.

He didn't know why she had planted such seeds of sorrow for herself.

Just as he didn't know how she left quietly, and before leaving, he let himself inadvertently drink the bowl of ginseng soup mixed with forgetfulness grass and several other rare poisons.

The toxicity of these rare poisons is very strong, but when they are combined in one place, they become no longer deadly.

However, if it is used in conjunction with Forget-me-no-Worry Grass, it can have the effect of making people lose part of their memories.

At first, Liu Chengfeng really lost a lot of memories about her.

Including the places the two often go, the time they first met, and the vows they made together under the moon......

He was really surprised.

The woman who is always a little confused and always likes to be in a daze has times when she calculates so accurately, and the object of her calculations is still him, who prides himself on being smart.

Those memories that he had forgotten were like the bond between him and her, and he lost them, and he missed the best time to find her.

It's just that she still underestimated a little, and that was the deepest obsession in his heart.

Poison can easily torture people's bodies, but it is the most difficult to destroy people's souls, and that obsession is like a brand in his soul, constantly reminding him to find back the memories about her.

Find it and lose it, and find it again after you lose it......

Reciprocating cycles.

Later, Liu Chengfeng finally played his smart side, using yarrow as the sustenance of those memories, and when he forgot, he went to see yarrow, and he could soon recall it again.

But to draw her in its entirety is always a lack of the right time.

It was Yu Xiejia who borrowed the power of yarrow to temporarily enter the realm of enlightenment, which gave him an indirect opportunity, so that he was inspired in an instant, and drew her after a long absence.

But it was also Yu Xiejia, who used a piano note to make her dissipate in advance.

In the numb years of losing her, Liu Chengfeng hadn't felt the taste of anger burning in his heart for a long time.

But at this moment, this Heavenly Demon Sect Master, who had turned from Confucianism to tyrant, was really angry!

The dark python robe danced wildly, and its fingers crossed back and forth.

Liu Chengfeng's hands were sealed, and a mysterious mark suddenly appeared on his chest, shaped like a bead, swallowing magic light, and covering the eight desolations!

"Eight Desolate Demon Beads!"

Yu Xiejia, who turned into a fish body, exclaimed before it completely fell, and the slightest drizzle hovering above the guqin suddenly turned into a monstrous rainstorm, washing towards him with the momentum of a flash flood.

In desperation, he had no choice but to shrink into the armor, and then move with the spatial avenue, teleporting to the two spatial wormholes that were about to open up completely.

But how could Liu Chengfeng give him any more buffer time?

Yu Xiejia's qi and blood were surging, the body of the fish was festering, the Yin and Yang Taiji Diagram Array was damaged, and he had just turned into a human form, trying to save spiritual power, when he saw Liu Chengfeng personally turn into an unstoppable wind and come through the waves!

The flickering black magic light along the way was impressively transformed by the demonic energy of the Eight Desolation Demon Beads.

Yu Xiejia's eyes froze, and at the same time, he was shocked and spit out a mouthful of black blood uncontrollably, which was obviously caused by the demonic qi of the Eight Desolation Demon Beads invading his body.

"What a willow riding the wind, what a Eight Desolation Demon Bead!"

Yu Xiejia's smile was bloody, his expression was extremely penetrating, and when Liu Chengfeng urged the power of the Eight Desolation Demon Beads to attack and kill him, he suddenly thought of what Liu Chengfeng said earlier.

The hexagram is just a prediction based on common sense, not absolute, if I Liu Chengfeng want to kill you today, no one in heaven and earth can save you!

"Ahem...... Since you Liu Chengfeng have forced me to this point, then I have no other way but to save myself, and I forgot to tell you that I, Yu Xiejia, am not a human race at all!"

After speaking, Yu Xiejia laughed wildly at the sky, and no matter whether Liu Chengfeng could hear what he said before, he transformed again, revealing his body, no yin and yang Taiji pattern, no turtle head and back, just a dark purple kraken shaped like a whale shark and with six eyes.

The six major pupils dilated, and Yu Xiejia's vision suddenly widened, as if there were no dead ends, and all the movements around him were under his control.

The guqin transformed by spiritual power has been completely destroyed in the torrential rain, the five strings have collapsed, and it is impossible to play any more tunes.

Therefore, Yu Xiejia's attention at this moment was not on the piano at all, but on the two spatial wormholes in front of him.

"Still a little bit ......"

Yu Xiejia was sighing to himself, and suddenly felt that the killing wind was coming, and it was Liu Chengfeng who came to kill with the Eight Desolation Demon Beads!

In a moment, Yu Xiejia's momentum also became extremely fierce!

"Let's see if it's your strong wind, or if your teeth are hard!"

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