The sorrows and joys of the world, scattered on the ground, and so on.

The same drift is dust, not with the flowing water.

Everything in the world, the tide rises and falls, and several changes in the world.

The man in gray stood beside Zhao Jingzhi, she seemed to remember something, but he was inexplicably afraid. This sudden occurrence made him tremble slightly, so he held his hands tightly, his nails sunken in his palms, and he looked at her and remembered a lot of things back then. Before I met her, the memories of the past seemed to be very distant, but when I saw her now, it seemed to happen yesterday, and I remember it vividly. The man's strange appearance naturally did not escape Lin Futian's sight, Lin Futian looked at him and Zhao Jingzhi, and felt that these two people must have passed deeply in a certain period of time.

The man in gray raised his hand, put the two wide sleeves together, grabbed each other with his hands under the cover of the sleeves, and put his left and right hands on his arms respectively, he looked at Zhao Jingzhi next to him, and gradually became less nervous.

In those days, on a bright afternoon, the sleeping young man was lying under the big tree to enjoy the shade, and the country girl who passed by walked by him with bright eyes and bright smiles, and she glanced at the young man who was sleeping under the tree, and had never seen such a handsome man. With a "click", the girl accidentally stepped on a branch, and she looked at the man in surprise, afraid that he would wake up. He woke up and smiled at a look of bewilderment. She was a little embarrassed, stood in place, rubbed the corners of her clothes with both hands, hesitated for a while, and then said with a bright smile: "Hello, my name is ......"

That, the pure white girl, although she only gently stepped on a branch, but accidentally walked into the heart of a certain young man, reckless, stupid, he had never seen such a girl, so he smiled and said: "Hello, I remember your name, so you must also remember my name Oh, my name is Zephyr, hello." ”

Since then, there has been a lot of joy, and the pain arose after her death, and it has continued ever since.

The man named "West Wind" looked at Zhao Jingzhi beside him, his eyes red.

She shouldn't be called by that name now, so naturally she can't be called like that.

Zhao Jingzhi's eyes were full of moonlight, and they were silvery.

I still remember that the golden sun shone on her face at that time, and I could clearly see the fluff on her face, long eyelashes, when she smiled and spoke, it was really good-looking, and I still remember when she said: "Hello, my name is ......"

A hint of discoloration flashed in Zhao Jingzhi's eyes, and he suddenly spoke: "My name is Dong Chuan." ”

The man in gray next to him looked at her in disbelief, tears welling up in his eyes, "You...... What did you just say?" his voice trembled, a nervousness God had never felt before.

Zhao Jing came back to his senses, looked at him, and said with a complicated expression: "My name is ...... Dong Chuan?" she hugged her head and frowned, "I don't know what this memory of mine is about, but she, the woman called "Dong Chuan" in the memory, seems to ...... Is it?" Zhao Jing raised her head, unaware that her face was full of tears.

Zephyr raised his hand, trying to wipe the tears from her face.

But Zhao Jingzhi took a step back when he saw the hand that was about to touch his face, and then looked at the west wind with complicated eyes.

Zephyr's outstretched hand was still hanging in the air, he looked at her, smiled miserably, and then withdrew his hand, his eyes losing their brilliance, "I forgot, you are not her after all." He also took a step back, no longer looking at her, and did not dare to look at her again.

Zhao Jing looked at him with some apologies, and the latter only left her with a faceless side face.

She was a little sad.

Because she thought of the smiling "self", she really looked exactly like herself.

She looked at the man named "Zephyr" again, and she didn't seem to have seen him smile like that.

Why did I have such a memory? Could it be? Zhao Jingzhi suddenly remembered the strange dream he had, could it be the old gentleman? But if it was really him, why did he let me have such a memory? Could it be the inheritance of the murals in the grotto? But there is no reason why she would give me this memory? So where did this memory come from? The more Zhao Jingzhi thought about it, the more his head hurt, so he didn't want to think about it for the time being.

Think about it every day, and one day you'll figure it out, right?

Lin Futian looked at the west wind next to him and didn't ask him anything.

In front of them, there was a battlefield that didn't need an answer, and with Nangong Qixi's ability, it was naturally one-sided. Whether it is those old people who have been gods for a long time, or those whose realm is not high, they cannot be compared with these people who have become famous thousands of years ago, so on this battlefield, there are only people who keep fleeing or dying.

Outside of this battlefield.

Lin Futian and Murong Qingshan stood in two directions outside the battlefield, looking at each other speechlessly.

Shao Li stood by Murong Qingshan's side and looked at Lin Futian. For this young man, Murong Liehuang once had a high evaluation: "If one day makes this young man named Lin Futian the head of the Lin family and becomes the general of the Lin family army in the northwest, then our Murong family will have no place to live in the empire." At that time, it was difficult for Shao Li, who was the deputy general, to understand the thoughts of the head of the family, because the young man opposite was only seven years old at that time, and it was difficult to imagine that he would be like this, and there were so many masters who had not been recorded in the empire for some reason, and the murderous aura that he exuded on him did not look like what a teenager of this age should have, and now he really believes it, and at the same time, he also admires Murong Liehuang, who has already taken this young man called Lin Futian as the focus of the family ten years ago.

Lin Futian took the Moon Pot Sword from his waist and put it on the ground, then supported his right hand on the hilt of the sword, and put his left behind him, looking at Murong Qingshan with a smile.

The latter smiled evilly, and held the "thunder" in his right hand, and the sword lightning lingered and stabbed.

Just as the battlefield gradually subsided, a kitten with brown spots deftly walked into the battlefield, just behind Murong Qingshan.

"Meow~"

Murong Qingshan turned around and saw the cat, and then

Draw the sword.

Shao Li, who was beside him, suddenly looked overwhelmed, and his pupils shook violently.

A man in black suddenly appeared next to the cat that suddenly appeared on the battlefield, he held Murong Qingshan's "thunder" between his fingers, there was thunder on his fingers, and the electric light pierced, but it did not hurt him, Lin Futian's right hand gently stroked the cat, from the head to the tail, its tail shook from side to side, "meow" call.

"Young Master Murong, I didn't expect you to let go of even a cat, don't you like small animals?"

Lin Futian looked at Murong Qingshan playfully, who had a cruel smile on his face and had no intention of putting away his sword.

And Shao Li, who was next to Murong Qingshan, rarely did not speak at this moment. Lin Futian's speed just now was too fast, even he didn't see how Lin Futian crossed the battlefield in the middle and came to them in an instant, this kind of method is rare in the world. So he is very hesitant now, whether to get rid of this scourge now, if it is really as the head of the family said, then this person must not stay!

Lin Futian smiled, and after noticing the change in Shao Li's eyes, he turned his wrist and pulled the "Thunder" in Murong Qingshan's hand to the side, and then instantly withdrew his hand, and pointed at a key position on Murong Qingshan's body with two fingers, letting the dark energy explode in his body.

The cat, which happened to come here, barked twice, then bounced its son, stepped aside, and silently watched Lin Futian and them.

"What, don't like small animals?" Lin Futian glanced at Murong Qingshan, who was covering his mouth, and said with a smile.

The latter still had a cruel smile on his face, he looked at Lin Futian, blood oozing from the corners of his mouth, "Ahem, it's ruthless enough." ”

Lin Futian smiled, "Not as ruthless as you." ”

Then Lin Futian looked at Shao Li who was standing aside, and said with a smile: "What's the matter? Vice General Shao, regret it? If you hadn't hesitated just now, maybe I'd be dead now, but it's a pity...... You hesitated. Lin Futian restrained his smile and said in a deep voice: "If you want to kill me, you are not the first person to think so, if you dare to do it, I will naturally dare to continue." But if you miss today, if you want to kill me in the future, you won't have a chance. ”

Suddenly another person appeared next to Shao Li, it was the monk "Wuzen" in the upper half, and at this moment he was looking at Shao Li with a smile, "What?

Shao Li couldn't move, he was confined to another small world, and his aura could only enter and exit, which was extremely uncomfortable.

Lin Futian squatted on the ground and teased the cat, stroked the cat's head for a while, and then said with a smile: "Don't make a fool of yourself if you have nothing to do in the future, what if you are slaughtered by someone with a bad brain?"

Murong Qingshan covered his mouth, his face pale.

Lin Futian waved his hand, "Let's go, if you don't want to leave, it's okay to stay." ”

The cat meowed, and then quickly slipped away.

Lin Futian watched it go away, and suddenly felt a little lost.

Soon there was no sound on the battlefield.

Nangong Qixi stood on the battlefield and gently shook the folding fan.

"Long Branch" walked in the sea of flowers and walked around.

violin

The saint stroked the qin slowly, and his face was peaceful.

Ouyang Shiyi's fist intent was free, and when he saw that there was no one, he began to practice boxing slowly, and at the same time cultivated his fist intent, because Lin Futian said that their real enemy was still in the future, so there must be a fierce battle next, and he had to guard against it.

Luo Mei put away the green bamboo sword, and all around her stood were the traces drawn by her strong sword aura, deep and shallow, of different lengths, she felt that she was extremely powerful now.

The young monk clasped his hands together, his golden eyes shining unusually brightly.

Zhao Jing stood straight in place, the sudden memory caught her off guard, and at this moment she was squatting on the ground, holding her head uncomfortably.

Zephyr, dressed in gray-white linen, looked at her silently.

The sky is gray and white, and the margins are slightly shiny.

Lin Futian raised his head and squinted.

Not far away, a dragon with a stone chain was slowly flying, and between its horns, sat all men in black.

Lin Futian tugged at the corners of his mouth and said with a smile: "It's really a storm." ”

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A mountain forest not far from the battlefield in Zhenling Mountain.

Qi Xiangqi was walking staggeringly, walking, and many people appeared in front of him.

He looked bitter, stopped and held his forehead and said, "God, spare me." ”