In the endless darkness, all the scenes of memory seem to rotate like a marquee, changing the content of each picture.

He didn't understand that these strange and complicated memories would appear in his dreams.

Bei Mingxiu stopped, looking strangely at a picture that he had never seen in the past fourteen years.

But there is a little bit of familiarity in each picture that I don't want to accept.

The overwhelming memories kept churning in Bei Mingxiu's mind, and the bloodthirsty pain tormented him vividly, with remorse, helplessness, and pain......

And these emotions are both strange and familiar to him.

As if his head was about to explode, Bei Ming Xiu looked at the last few scenes that flashed past in disbelief and disbelief.

The man in the picture is dressed in white clothes like a holy lotus, with a jade crown and his hair, and the nobility and alienation of his whole body are prohibitive.

Looking closely, Bei Mingxiu found that his face was very similar to his own, but compared to his current self, the man in white who looked like himself was obviously mature, and his momentum was much stronger.

Bei Ming Xiu looked at the man steadily, and his handsome and beautiful face, which was originally as breezy and moon-like, suddenly became gloomy and fierce, which was very different from his own glorious appearance.

In the last scene, the man is holding a bloody heart in his hand, his eyebrows and eyes are religious, and the bright red blood left in the heart dirties the white sleeves along his white jade-like hands, and the two colors of red and white form a strong contrast, which looks weird and bewitching.

On the ground, there was a woman who no longer had any life, and a large blood hole was broken in the back and heart, and blood continued to flow out of the wound, and the blood on the ground was dazzling.

It was clear that she had been hollowed out of her heart from the back and died.

The man smiled strangely and evilly, and scratched the heart in his hand with his bare hands.

The bright red color on the ground increased more and more, and it was not until it no longer increased, that the man looked down, as if at a loss.

Slowly squatting down, the hem of the clothes hanging on the ground stained the blood that had not dried up red, he ignored it, and his bloody hand turned the woman on the ground over, and when he saw that beautiful face, his eyes trembled violently......

At this time, Bei Mingxiu felt extremely uncomfortable in his heart.

In the dark, he seemed to feel the despair and remorse of the man in white.

Bei Mingxiu grabbed his heart and fell to his knees.

His eyes glazed over as he watched the man covered in blood that did not belong to him.

Holding the dead woman in his arms, his face was full of confusion and fear, and he just broke his heart like Shura's bloodthirsty and cruel appearance, and now he seems to have fallen into the dust of the Holy Lotus Qingjun, and the demon in the languishing is gradually withering and disappearing......

Did he regret killing her......

When Bei Mingxiu saw the face of the woman who was killed by the man again, his eyes were about to split!

The emotion that doesn't belong to you bursts out instantly, and the feeling is so heartbreaking and desperate.

A scorching unusually warm stream overflowed his eyes and swept across his cheeks.

What he saw was obviously just a fantasy in a "dream", but why did he think it was so real?

It's like...... Really experienced the same.

Bei Mingxiu's eyes were distracted, and he looked down at his thin and sallow hands in a daze, and his heart suddenly tingled.

No...... That's not true!

It's all fake!

Now he's dreaming!

He didn't kill her!

No!

The more he denied it, the more intense the devastating pain and despair in his heart became, and even if he really felt that he hadn't done these things, he still couldn't ignore them.

The pain and remorse in the dream made the Northern Meditation Cultivator, who was in a fever coma, wake up alive after being fed the medicine and covering the quilt by Li Yunshen.

The feeling of my heart bursting made my breath smell of blood.

"Poof!" A mouthful of blood mist spewed out, and the Northern Meditation Cultivator was weightless in his body.

Before he fell down, a white light appeared in the distance.

A slender and tall figure was easily reflected inside, a little familiar, walking towards him with unhurried steps......

Before he could see what the man looked like, he was dragged away by a hand into the suffocating darkness.

Li Yunshen walked in with a freshly fried wind and cold decoction in his hand, and at first glance he saw the blood stains on the corners of Bei Mingxiu's mouth and the quilt, and he was so frightened that he almost couldn't hold the medicine bowl.

Hurriedly walked to the bed, put the decoction on the small table.

Bent down and patted Bei Mingxiu's face with his hand, looking anxious: "Senior brother! Bro! What happened to you? Wake up! ”

No matter what Li Yunshen called him, Bei Mingxiu's eyes were still closed, and his sallow face faintly had a blue-gray color of death.

Li Yunshen saw that he couldn't wake him up, and he found the withered appearance of the Northern Meditation Cultivator, he panicked, raised his palm and put it above the other party's heart and began to transmit spiritual power, and called his name in a panic.

A steady stream of power was injected into the body of the Northern Meditation Cultivator, and although Li Yunshen was considered a relatively top-notch existence among many disciples, he could not withstand such a costless consumption, and after a cup of tea, he gradually felt tired.

"Senior brother!" Seeing that Bei Mingxiu's face finally recovered a trace of blood, but the person just didn't wake up.

In desperation, he could only gather his strength first and rush out, and the door ran towards the Purple Cloud Palace.

Completely forgetting that he could still use teleportation.

The door was wide open, and the wind stained with water vapor was cold and cold, and the person lying on the bed opened his dark eyes faintly at this time.

Bei Mingxiu stared blankly at the top of the blue tent.

In the dark eyes that seemed to be deep in the mountains and ancient pools, after fusing the vague memories in his mind, a little disbelief flashed.

Propping himself up, he looked down indifferently at his shrunken hands and the clothes on his body, and then looked around, his face showing a hint of shock.

"Senior brother! The sect master is here, you are saved! ”

I didn't see him, I heard his voice first, and Bei Mingxiu was still immersed in his thoughts, and was abruptly interrupted, and a chill appeared in his ink-colored eyes.

It's just that the sound of the sect master made his heart tremble uncontrollably, and his anxious gaze turned to the direction of the door......

It was pouring rain today, and even now that the rain had stopped, the sky was still gray and gloomy like faded ink.

In the eyes of the Northern Meditation Cultivator, the stunning and slender figure that came over seemed to be coated with a layer of light that could not be ignored under that kind of sky, the wise eyes that were cold and cold, the gorgeous face, and the majesty and aura of the high-ranking powerhouse between the gestures, as if they were innate, which made people awe of it and willing to be a subordinate......

Although it is still so cold and dull, it is very vivid.

It's just that she could have come faster, but she chose to walk.

It doesn't seem to be in a hurry at all, the heart of the Northern Meditation Cultivator is wrapped and eroded by desolation......

It's so bitter.

Before the gaze mixed with inquiry swept over, Bei Mingxiu's eyes trembled slightly, and all the obscurity was well concealed by him.

Li Yunshen saw that he had woken up by himself, and his heart suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that it was he who had just delivered spiritual power to him to have an important effect.

When I was relieved, I stepped forward and picked up the decoction that was already cold and cared: "It's good to wake up, I thought you ...... just now"

"Yun Shen, you go down to heat up the medicine first, I have something to say to him."

Li Yunshen paused, looked at Bei Mingxiu's not very ruddy face, and was ordered to exit the house.

In fact, the decoction can be drunk even when it is cold, and it will not affect the efficacy of the medicine because it is cold, Li Yunshen understands that the sect master is doing this on purpose to support himself.

He turned to look at the door that was still slightly open, and shook his head.

Although the sect master walked very slowly on the way just now, his face was not very good-looking.

Senior Brother, you can ask for more blessings.

The room was quiet at this time, Xiao Hanyan looked coldly at the little boy sitting on the bed, the latter was staring at him intently, his eyes were too bold, thinking that he was now half-dead, she narrowed her eyes, and she didn't care so much.

The voice was solemn and crisp: "It seems that Yun Shen is also a little anxious, okay, since you have woken up, this seat is leaving you for a few days to recover your body, and when the time comes, this seat will not keep you anymore." ”

When Bei Ming Xiu listened to Xiao Hanyan's words, his whole body trembled, and his throat was so choked that he couldn't say a word.

Xiao Hanyan could also see his dejected appearance, just because he didn't want to leave the Qi Sect.

The furnishings in the house are very simple, only a bed and a pair of tables and chairs, and Xiao Hanyan simply doesn't sit.

Fang Cai was already thinking on the way here, if the person died, let the person be buried, if he didn't die, after such a toss, this kid still insisted on staying, and he could send him to other peaks and be a sweeping disciple.

However, when Xiao Hanyan came here and found that Bei Ming Xiu was not dead, he instantly changed his mind.

She felt that it was better to drive people out of the Qi Sect, anyway, when the time came, she recommended him to find Jian Chenxin, and she was not afraid that there would be no place to accept him.

Hearing this, Bei Mingxiu lowered his head, the fine hair in front of his forehead covered his superfluous expression, and the half-closed thick eyelashes covered the depth of his eyes, and the panic and helplessness in his heart were enough to make his hands clenched under the quilt plunge his fingertips into the flesh.

When he looked up, his eyes were already scarlet: "I'm not leaving!" If you think I'm annoying you, why don't you kill me now!" Otherwise, I won't leave! The thick black ink eyes revealed a stubborn stubbornness.

Xiao Hanyan frowned contemptuously, the wind passed through, and she lifted the hem of her plain gauze clothes, and she sighed slightly in her heart.

This temper really hasn't changed at all.

I thought that at the beginning, I was also moved by this kid's persistence, so I accepted him as an apprentice.

The distance between Xiao Hanyan and his bed was only two or three feet, but in the eyes of the Northern Meditation Cultivator, it was like the moon in the water, which could be seen but not touched.

He dragged his tired body and staggered out of bed, his eyes bloodshot.

Under Xiao Hanyan's meaningful gaze, he knelt on his knees: "The disciple knows that he is wrong, the sect master can be punished or punished, as long as he doesn't drive me away, even if he stays in Yunhe Peak as a hall sweeping disciple, I will admit it!" ”

Xiao Hanyan turned around, not accepting his kneeling, Yu Guang glanced at the other place, and said coldly: "Come out!" ”

Several people eavesdropping outside the door were so frightened that they shirked and didn't want to be the first to enter.

Jimo Jun was the most close to the door, and in a panic, Leng Qingshuang panicked, so he forcefully retreated him, and the latter almost fell to the ground because of the sudden inertia.

Catching up with the cold gaze, Mo Junxuan had nowhere to put his hair in his hands, rubbed the clothes on both sides uncomfortably, and finally walked into the house slowly with his head drooping.

"Sect Master...... The disciple knows that he is wrong! Jimo Jun came in to admit his mistake, but in his heart he greeted Leng Qingshuang who betrayed him.

Ever since the Northern Meditation Cultivator came in, his eyes have been falling on him, especially the sound of "master", which made him sound extremely harsh!

The wound on the palm of the hand is getting worse......

This person, he doesn't want to stay!

Xiao Hanyan suddenly slapped the window, and the mulberry sash should be shattered.

It can be seen how angry the caster is.

Fortunately, Leng Qingshuang was quickly grabbed away by Li Yunshen, otherwise it would be very painful for the cracked sawdust to hit people, and he could feel that the sect master had just slapped him, and he didn't take into account the safety of the two of them......

The two didn't dare to delay, walked into the house one after the other, and knelt down in front of Xiao Hanyan.

In unison: "Sect Master, the disciple is at fault!" ”

Xiao Hanyan had a beautiful face coldly, and said in a cold voice: "Sneaking, doing such things as rats, is this how this usually teaches you!" ”

The three of them all lowered their heads now, thinking that the Northern Meditation Cultivator had not only been in a coma for two days, but also facing the fate of being driven out of the sect, they couldn't bear it, and thought about coming over together to ask for a favor, but they didn't dare to enter it temporarily.

I had to hide under the window and eavesdrop first, but it was obviously a mess of concern, and now I didn't start pleading, which made the sect master displeased.