Xu Qingchen returned to the Thorn Gate and worked hard all day without touching the ground, and it was not until dinner that he had time to meet his acquaintances in the door.

Xiong San was sent outside by Shen Xiangzhi, and he was not in the door, and only Yang Fan was worth visiting.

Yang Fan's condition is very bad, his cheeks are inverted, his eye sockets are black, and his lips are white.

"Brother Yang, why are you so sick?" Xu Qingchen asked with concern.

Although the temperature on the mountain is cooler, it is July after all, and you will sweat when you move casually. But even though it was so hot, the window of Yang Fan's room was still closed, and he was wearing a blanket and sitting at the table drinking medicine.

Hearing Xu Qingchen's inquiry, he put down the medicine bowl and smiled bitterly: "I have to be sick several times a year, and this year is the second time." Look at the book

Xu Qingchen doesn't have many friends, and he cares a lot about the people around him.

"What did the doctor say?"

"What else can I say, take medicine, recuperate, for so many years, it has always been like this."

"Won't this tuberculosis be cured?"

Yang Fan shook his head: "The divine doctors of the Medicine Immortal Valley can cure all kinds of strange poisons and diseases, but there is nothing they can do about this tuberculosis."

"That...... Have you ever thought about retiring and going home to recuperate?"

"I've thought about it, but the main thing that Shen Men is doing right now is the unfinished business of the old sect master. If it weren't for the old master, I would have died a few years ago, and I would have been very satisfied with the extra few years. Instead of going home and waiting for death silently, it is better to repay the kindness of the old master before he dies."

Xu Qingchen persuaded: "It's naturally a good thing that you will repay your kindness, but your body really can't be delayed."

Yang Fan had an open-minded smile on his face: "In the early years, I practiced martial arts just to prolong my life. My master once told me that there is a set of mental methods called 'Dzogchen that can alleviate my symptoms, and if I practice it well, I may be able to go to the roots.' I searched for a few years, and then I figured it out. There is no such set of exercises, but the master is just looking for a reason to live. Qingchen, I've used all the ways to survive, so you don't need to persuade me."

Xu Qingchen fell into deep thought, and after a long time, he spoke, "This Great Perfection Mental Method you are talking about...... I know."

Yang Fan's eyes instantly lit up, but then they went out again, and he shook his head with a wry smile: "You don't have to lie to me, I don't need any reason now."

Xu Qingchen explained, "No, there really is such a set of exercises, my master said it."

Yang Fan sat up straight: "Don't bluff me, my body can't stand the toss anymore."

"Where did I have the heart to lie to you? Our exercises focus on dismantling, and we have studied the martial arts of each school. My master did say that there is such a set of mental methods, but this mental method is not very easy to practice, and it has no other effect except for physical fitness, so no one practices it, and gradually it is lost. I heard that it is the martial arts of the Truth Seeking Gate."

"Seeking the truth?" Yang Fan muttered, "This sect disappeared decades ago, right?"

Xu Qingchen said firmly: "At least it proves that there is this set of exercises, Brother Yang, you rest early, and when the recent things are over, I will personally help you find this set of exercises."

Regarding Xu Qingchen's kindness, Yang Fan did not shirk it: "Okay, then the little life of my brother is in your hands."

When Xu Qingchen said that there was such a set of exercises, Yang Fan did have a little hope, but this hope did not last long. He knew that he didn't have a few days to live, and it was a luxury to live for another year, and in a year's time, Xu Qingchen couldn't find this thing at all, even if he found it, could he learn it?

However, Xu Qingchen had an idea, which already made Yang Fan feel gratified.

In this life, there are still people who are worried about their own life and death, which is a fortunate thing.

…

Shen Xiangzhi already knew everything Xu Qingchen had experienced in the northwest, but this did not help except make the incident more foggy back then.

Xu Zhenbiao is dead, Qin Zhiyang is also dead, the two people who launched the encirclement and suppression back then are gone, but the real mastermind behind the scenes has not left a trace.

Shen Xiangzhi felt very tired, her body catalyzed by drugs and her forced brain made her sleepy and uneasy. She is not fit to fight with people, nor is she suitable to lead people, and she has been forcing herself to do this all these years.

She sat on a chair by the window, looking at the moon in the sky, her hand tucked into her sleeve, and she gently rubbed a small seal.

The seal is engraved with the word "month" in a small seal.

She was getting impatient, and she didn't have much time left. But at this time, Changfeng Lou and the Bai family both stopped moving.

After so many years, she didn't know how many years she would have to wait.

I can't wait a few years, her body doesn't allow it.

…

Late at night, a prisoner car drove slowly down the mountain road. The driver was a big man with a meaty face, and there were a few big men with knives around to escort him.

There were four people in the prison car, all of them were dressed in strong clothes, and they seemed to be practicing people, but they were all chained up, and many of them were injured.

A handsome young man in gray leaned against a corner, his eyes closed, as if he was asleep.

The mountain path was not flat, and the wheels accidentally pressed against a stone, and the violent jolting shook the prisoners, and this shock woke up the young man.

He rubbed his aching head and opened his eyes, the sight before him was beyond his expectations, and he looked around with a confused expression. He thought about it for a long time, but still did not understand his situation, so he cried out, "Where is this? Who are you?!"

A man with a knife slapped the young man with his scabbard and said viciously, "Shut up! Looking for death?!"

There was an angry look on the young man's face: "You are looking for death, right?"

"The boy's mouth is quite hard! The door opened, and I slaughtered him first!"

With that, the carriage stopped, and someone was rummaging for the key to the cage of the prisoner's cart. A man of about the same age next to the young man sneered and said to him, "You have made us miserable, and you are always looking for trouble at critical moments, and it is really bad to know you."

The young man looked at him with a confused expression, "I know you?"

An elderly prisoner said impatiently, "What are you doing with him? This kid must be sick!"

The young man was angry, and was about to curse a few words, when the door of the cage was opened, and a large hand grabbed him by the collar and pulled him out.

The young man fell out of the cage, and because his hands were locked, he did not get up for a while.

The big man drew his steel knife, pointed it at the young man's head, and said viciously, "You kid is the most skillful! Just cut you! Don't wait for the boss to fall!"

After saying that, he raised his steel knife and slashed at the young man.

The young man reacted quickly, blocked the steel knife with the chain on his wrist, and then kicked it out, hitting the big man in the lower abdomen. Hold the blade firmly with both palms while kicking out. The big man was kicked out two meters away, and the young man threw the steel knife into the air, held the handle of the knife with one hand, and leaned over to slash at the top of the big man's head. The big man didn't have time to react, and his head was cut in half.

It all happened so fast that neither the people in the prison van nor the people escorting them could have expected such an outcome.

The big men who reacted pulled out their swords and killed the young man, although the young man was restrained with both hands, he still effortlessly eliminated the enemy in front of him, and even the two who were about to pull out their legs were stopped and killed by him.

The prisoners were dumbfounded and shouted, "Brother! Get us out!"

The young man ignored them, rummaging through the bodies of the men for the keys.

After finding the key, he first untied the iron rope in his hand, then walked to the cage and asked with a cold face, "Who are you?"

The middle-aged prisoner was also puzzled: "We have been walking together for half a month, don't you know us?"

"Nonsense, do I still ask if I know you?"

The middle-aged prisoner patiently explained, "We met in Huizhou half a month ago, and then we came here together. As a result, he was robbed by gangsters in the middle of the road, and we can deal with these people, you have high kung fu, and there is no problem for anyone. But in the middle of the fight, you suddenly covered your head, and then we were arrested."

The young man felt a little headache, and he didn't remember anything before. I don't know who I am, and I don't know what I'm going to do.

The head is like a lump of paste.

Seemingly impatient, he dropped the key into the cage and walked to the driver's seat of the carriage, where there was a package that he vaguely remembered had his belongings.

Inside the package were four blades, and some silver taels. He took out some silver taels, and his eyes fell on the long sword.

The sword seems to be itself.

Picking up the long sword, he pulled out a section of his left hand, and through the faint moonlight, he saw two words engraved on the spine of the sword.

"Feng Yi......" he muttered.

At this time, his gaze fell on his left arm, where three words were tattooed.

"Li ...... Feng Lan?" The young man thought for a moment and said to himself, "Who?"

The other three had already been freed from their shackles, and they also walked over to the package to rummage through their belongings.

The young man pulled the middle-aged man over and asked, "What am I doing here with you?" Also, who am I? Also, who is Li Fenglan?"

The middle-aged man patiently replied, "You came with us to make a fortune."

"What rich?"

"Half a month ago in Huizhou, the three of us were in a little trouble, you helped, you said your name is Duyun. At that time, just like now, you said that you had forgotten a lot of things, and you also asked us who Li Fenglan was. I thought that Li Fenglan might be your enemy, after all, there are many people who have enemies with her in this river and lake now...... We have a grudge against her."

"No, wait a minute, what do you mean by getting rich?"

"Two months ago, the Yangzhou Blackwater Gang was destroyed by Li Fenglan, and the three of us were from the Blackwater Gang, but we were not in the gang at that time, and we wanted to seek revenge on her. But when we arrived in Yangzhou, she was gone...... Later, someone told us that she was heading west, and when we arrived in Huizhou, someone told us that she had arrived in Xiangyang. It just so happens that you are looking for her too, so let's stop by and we'll be together."

"What about getting rich?"

"Someone promised us that as long as Li Fenglan was caught, he would give us a large sum of money. We thought it was impossible to rely on us, so we let you follow."

The young man covered his head again, and the headache was even worse.

He said to himself, "How much enmity do I have with Li Fenglan? He even didn't hesitate to tattoo her name on her body...... That doesn't make sense......

The three of them had already packed their things, they looked at each other, and the youngest said, "Brother, thank you for saving us again, but ...... Let's go our separate ways for the rest of the road."

Although this person is strong in martial arts, he often suffers from illness, and today he can even lose his memory on the spot. The next time he loses his memory and treats them as enemies, this is unbearable, so it's better to get rid of the relationship as soon as possible.

When the three men saw that he was ignoring him, they stopped talking nonsense and turned and walked down the mountain.

The young man's head ached more and more, and some scattered memories began to appear in his mind, and his body shook a little, and gradually he began to lose his position, so he sat on the body of a person he had just killed.

As he continued to do so, the corpse below spat out a mouthful of blood, and then began to cough violently.

His head didn't hurt so much, and he lowered his head and asked the man under his buttocks, "Who are you?"

The man was so badly wounded that he had not been left alive for a quarter of an hour, and when he heard the young man on his body ask, he vomited blood and replied, "I, we ...... Yes, it's Baiyun Village......"

"Oh, mountain bandits. Where is your stockade?"

"Up...... ...... on it"

"Up on the mountain?"

"Yes......"

The young man drew his sword and plunged it into the man's throat, ending his pain.

Twilight clouds, morning fog, Li Fenglan.

It was a memory that flashed through his mind, and he vaguely remembered that there was another person in his body, and that person was Twilight.

He rubbed his head irritably, and a crisp bell sound came from his wrist. He looked at the bell like a spark falling into a haystack, and his memory burned like a fire.

Slowly, he remembered something more. He remembered that they went out of Jiujiang and were going to Yangzhou to find Li Fenglan, however

I have no memory of it, and I have been staying in a dark place. For most of the month, his body should have been controlled by Twilight.

"Twilight! Twilight!" He shouted twice.

No one answered.

"Twilight!" He raised his voice.

Only then did I hear a faint voice deep in my heart.

"We...... Where?"

"I don't know, I still want to ask you! Didn't we say we were going to find Li Fenglan? How did you get together with the person who was going to kill her?"

"I don't know, I just remembered our relationship with her...... Morning fog, we seem to be forgetting a lot of things."