Peacock Mountain, Tallinn

"My lord, the Salesian Institute sent a portrait saying that the little boy had been found."

Ji Hongchen's subordinates, Long Muqing, a disciple of the hidden vein of the Hehuan Sect, said a little timidly.

She had always felt that Master was terrible, so she didn't dare to call her Master, but called her an adult.

"Bring it."

Ji Hongchen said calmly.

There was no excitement, no gaffes, as if it was routine, she had been looking for the little boy, but she didn't know why.

Ever since her master's death, she has been in this state of confusion.

Spending money in the Salesian Hospital, looking for the remnants of the images in my memory, just to give myself an explanation.

Hopes ignited again and again, disappointed again and again.

She didn't even know what the boy's name was, how could she find this person?

So her mood is calm and traceless now.

And then this calmness is shattered when the portrait is seen.

"It's him."

"Who is he?"

"Why do you feel the urge to cry?"

"It's not him."

"It should be so small, like a teenager." Ji Hongchen stretched out his hand, like a habitual movement, in the remnants of his memory.

She would touch the boy's head and talk to him with a smile.

Ji Hongchen thought of this and closed his eyes again.

"It's him, and he should be this age."

"But who is he?"

"I can't remember."

"It should be a very important person."

"Where are the people?"

"The messenger said, 'In the Salesian's house.'"

"My lord, are you going down the mountain?"

"The Red Dust Sword is placed here, guarded by the two elders together."

Ji Hongchen pondered for a moment and made arrangements.

The remnants of the Hate Palace are not very powerful, and they are directly attached to the body of the King Kong Temple, which belongs to the combat power of the King Kong Temple, but there are also dozens of people.

The main force guarding Ji Nu's mausoleum is Ji Hongchen, but there are also two elders from the Innate Extreme Realm, who cooperate and protect together.

After all, the warmth and protection of the Red Dust Sword also need manpower.

Except for Chu Qianqiu, who is against the sky and feeds the Sheji knife with Tianlu every day, who can run around with divine soldiers so luxuriously?

Do you still want to cultivate?

After all, if you nurture the Divine Soldier itself, you will eat a large amount of True Qi, so it is not a critical moment, and the Divine Soldier will not carry it with you.

Of course, the Divine Soldiers usually make marks.

If Ji Hongchen is in danger, he can also summon divine soldiers.

"I'll talk to the Zen master."

Ji Hongchen is a resolute person, and since he wanted to go down the mountain, he immediately contacted the Zen master who did not sleep.

……

"What?"

"You're going down?"

"Hongchen, can't you change the time?"

The Silent Night Zen Master was taken aback, he felt extremely uneasy today, as if something terrible was about to happen, and he even asked the abbot to help him contact Madame Nightingale.

to prevent her from having an accident.

As a result, Madame Nightingale's reply was normal, and this news, which should have been reassuring, made the Nightless Zen Master's heart tremble, as if something terrible was about to happen.

Now Ji Hongchen is going down the mountain again, which makes it difficult for people to feel at ease.

"Zen Master, this is very important to me."

"I'm going down no matter what."

"The Red Dust Sword has been placed."

Ji Hongchen replied very coldly, without a trace of hesitation.

"Then you go."

"Feel free to contact us."

"This seat will leave you with one more spiritual seed."

The Silent Zen Master pondered for a moment and made a decision.

The remnants of the Hate Palace are the hole cards that the greedy faction strives to control, because they are too capable of playing, and the women who can condense the [Love Sword] or [Ruthless Sword] are all masters whose combat power far exceeds the same realm.

Therefore, the Zen master of the night is very respectful of each other.

"Okay."

After Ji Hongchen agreed, he flew down the mountain directly, and a sense of uneasiness surged in his heart.

Who is the person in the residual memory?

Peacock Villas, Salesian Hospital

"Your last name is Sue?"

Chu Qianqiu saw Ji Hongchen again, she was dressed in a red dress, her hair was black, her eyes were deep, her lips were slightly red, her complexion was fair, her figure was slender, she was mature and charming, but she was slightly tall, and it was difficult for ordinary people to approach.

The sword aura that unconsciously emitted was enough to sting those who approached her.

"That's all I remember."

Ji Hongchen nodded.

"Su Simiao, do you still have an impression of this name?"

Chu Qianqiu didn't plan to ambush the other party at this time, after all, she was also the inheritance of the Lihate Palace, and she could also have a little friendship with herself.

"I'm not impressed."

"Remember the boy's name?"

"I don't remember."

"It's just that when I dream occasionally, I will see his smiling face, a little silly, and want to pat his head."

Ji Hongchen took a deep breath, and she suddenly had the urge to cry.

This is a fatal injury for a martial artist who cultivates the "Red Dust Sword Technique" and takes the ruthless path, more lethal than any move.

As the saying goes: the sage forgets love, the sage is love, the fool is not love, so people have no dreams, and fools have no dreams. (Note 1)

She maintained a state of mind that was too forgetful, her sword heart was clear, and her fierce sword aura even Chu Qianqiu would feel a certain threat.

"And where do you live?"

"I don't remember."

"Haven't you been home?"

"Master said that if you enter the Palace of Hatred, you will have no home."

"Who is he?"

"Someone important."

After Ji Hongchen answered a few questions one after another, he couldn't help but ask:

"What about others?"

"If the person you are talking about is Su Changsheng."

"Then he's dead."

Chu Qianqiu took a deep breath and fulfilled the promise he had promised Long Seventeen, and added:

"He died of illness."

"He has been looking for his sister Su Simiao."

"He once returned to Yuzhou and went to Shuiyun City, but his sister had already moved away."

"It's just unfortunate that when he was in Lingzhou, he contracted a cold and unfortunately passed away."

"I didn't believe there would be such a coincidence in this world."

"But if you're—"

Chu Qianqiu suddenly closed his mouth, because Ji Hongchen in front of him was in tears.

Su Changsheng, these three words seemed to open the dusty memory, making her want to recall something.

However, nothing.

Empty.

The memory that disappeared from the water of forgetfulness turned her own memory into true qi and engraved it in the depths of her bone marrow, but she couldn't think of a trace of it.

I just feel that these two names are familiar, and I want to cry.

But she lost even the ability to cry.

There were only two lines of scarlet blood and tears, seeping out of the corners of his eyes, looking extremely desolate.

The sword qi on Ji Hongchen's body was close to the state of rage.

[Hongchen, what are you doing? 】

[Did you encounter an enemy?] 】

In the formation, the Nightless Zen Master sensed Ji Hongchen's mood fluctuations and hurriedly contacted him.

However, Ji Hongchen ignored the other party, just bowed slightly, and showed a smiling face:

"Thank you for fulfilling my wish."

"He's supposed to be someone very important to me."

"It's just that I can't really remember."

Ji Hongchen smiled and prepared to leave.

"Wait, I have other things to look for you."

Chu Qianqiu suddenly spoke.