The martial arts conference was held as scheduled, and all factions attended ceremoniously, and there were many new faces in sight. Liu Mianxi was only responsible for welcoming guests, and the host of the conference was still Qin Shaohai, and Qingyue did not attend due to physical inconvenience.

Zifeng was young, and he hadn't seen Liu Mianxi for a few days, and he was clamoring to see the excitement. Qingyue couldn't resist him, so she asked her subordinates to take him to the corner to watch the ceremony.

The martial arts conference is to increase the connection between sects in the name of competition, and it is not a competition that is better than a competition. If you win, you will have a face among the sects.

If you lose, it seems that the glory of the sect will also be dimmed because of this. Halfway through the game, when a burly man with a scar on his face was about to compete with the people on the stage, Zifeng's head buzzed.

Fragments of memories flooded into his mind at once, and he shuddered and was about to fall. Liu Mianxi ignored the movement here, and hurried over to carry him back to Qingyue.

After feeding a few mouthfuls of decoction, he gradually woke up, and refused to let go when he pulled Liu Mianxi. Liu Mianxi saw that his eyes were full of tears and his face was flushed, as if he had something to say.

asked Qingyue to help him get a bowl of porridge, and only the two of them were left in the room. sat down and patted him on the back slowly, and said gently:

"If there's anything you want to tell me, speak slowly." Zifeng cried a handful of snot and tears, and shouted in a panic:

"It's him, it's him...... That person was the one who hurt my brother that day......" he said intermittently, but his tone was very firm.

Liu Mianxi felt that he might know something special, so he continued to ask:

"How can you be sure it's that person?" He hurriedly flipped over his cuffs and said incoherently:

There is a pattern, and it looks like ...... Phoenix! Only the last two words made Liu Mianxi thunder. He remembered that the pattern on the carriage on the night Qing Yue went missing was a phoenix, and he was very familiar with it.

He asked nervously:

"Good boy, what else do you remember, say it slowly, little by little." Zifeng tried hard to bite his lower lip to suppress his flustered emotions, and he said in a daze:

"That day I saw from afar a few people tying up and hanging them, and when it was dark, I got closer, and by the light of the fire, I could see that the man had a scar on his face, and when he was eating, he turned out his sleeve and there were patterns on it. On the second day, I watched them burn my brother to death, but I couldn't do anything. After saying this, he began to weep loudly, and roared with a crying voice:

"How could I have forgotten it!" As he spoke, he pounded his chest. Liu Mianxi hugged his trembling body and tried his best to comfort him, how much stimulation he had to suffer to lose his memory, the child who was once loved by everyone on the tip of his heart, but now let him go through this.

Liu Mianxi felt that he was a little incompetent, his brows condensed, until Qing Yue appeared, looking at the two people who were hugging and crying, they didn't know whether to come in or be at the door for a while.

Zifeng caught a glimpse of her figure, immediately wiped away the tears, and tried his best to smile at her.

It's just that the slightly swollen eyes are more ugly to laugh than crying, Liu Mianxi is not much better, facing Qingyue, who has not seen him for a few days, his expression management is indeed a little abnormal at this time.

The two of them looked at Qingyue with tears and laughter, and their eyes couldn't help but smile