Here, he saw an extremely strange sword mark.

The man narrowed his eyes slightly, his brow furrowed slightly.

"Wang Jia?"

Fang Fold's fingertips touched this circular arc, and before he could probe the sword intent in it, he disappeared on the eaves of the nine-story black tower

……

When I opened my eyes again, I saw a vast green meadow.

The spring breeze is rippling, slightly brushing the ears, the grass on the ground dances with the wind, and the flowers are shy, reserved and unwilling to fall for it.

The smell of fresh green grass comes to the nose.

Fang Zhi looked at this scene silently, looking into the distance for a long time, his brows furrowed slightly, and the tips of his ears moved slightly.

"There is no sound of running water......

"You can't keep fawns here."

“……”

Suddenly, a voice came, and the smell of blood welled up in his nostrils, which was particularly discordant with this scene.

"What are you talking about, I was stupid by the old monk."

Wang Jia wrapped his hands around the white long sword, and his black clothes swished, and he walked steadily.

He habitually stretched out his injured hand and spread his palm, revealing a bloodied wound with slightly exposed bones.

Fang looked at him puzzled, and said flatly: "Why are you so ......?"

Why are you so good?

Wang Jia looked at him viciously, "Give me a few pills, there is no spiritual energy in this black tower, it is not easy to recover from injuries, and the spiritual power on the body is a little less." I've almost eaten my elixir in the big battle just now. ”

Fang Zhen didn't say much, and directly took out three bottles from his sleeve and handed them over.

Wang Jia planned to take it directly with his injured hand, but the red-clothed monk on the other side did not let go, and the two were deadlocked for a few breaths.

Wang Jia was already intimate with this person because of his own Susu relationship, and he became more and more unpleasant to see this person, but now he couldn't bear it anymore, and asked in a cold voice:

"What do you mean?"

"......" Fang Zhi met her angry eyes, only to feel inexplicable, and explained:

"The other one will get it."

This one was only injured.

Wang Jia took a deep breath, his throat moved, and he obediently changed to the intact hand to take the pill. Without saying a word, I ate one first.

The hideous wound on his hand healed in an instant.

"Susu's flesh and blood pill refining is really good." Wang Jia commented proudly, and the next moment he seemed to realize something, and his eyes widened and stared at Fang Zhe.

"How can you have a vegetarian flesh pill??? The ?!! she gave you ”

Fang Zhen felt that he was even more inexplicable now, so he simply shook his sleeves. A bunch of glass bottles and small wooden boxes crackled between the sleeves.

Heaped like a hill.

The cardinal said lightly: "There are so many, it won't be me who stole them."

“……”

Wang Jia himself also has a lot of pills given by Su Su, but he feels awkward!

In the past, he was pretending to be Dong Yiyi! The family has a little sister and sends pills behind the buttocks, and the two of them can still sleep in the same bed.

Why do you have so many ??! now?

The black-clothed sword cultivator didn't say a word, flicked his sleeves, took away most of the pills on the ground, and walked forward in a dashing manner without looking back.

"This is the ninth floor of the Black Tower, but it's strange that after I came in, I didn't find any other creatures here except wood and stone,"

"If we want to find the element, we need to go all the way down, and we can't tell where we will meet."

Wang Jia held the sword in his hand, and from time to time stepped on a certain stone with his foot to observe whether there was a formation.

Fang Zhen didn't move behind for a long time, sighed deeply, waved his long sleeves, and put away the remaining elixir.

He slowly walked over to Wang Jia's side and stared at him closely.

Wang Jia sensed it and looked back at him. Meet a pair of deep dark eyes, which are full of grudges.

“……”

The black-clothed sword cultivator paused, his palm clenched the hilt of the sword, and he was ready to attack.

Fang Zhe sensed his murderous aura but turned around silently and said calmly, "Your cultivation is not enough."

Your cultivation is too low, and you don't have to fight with me.

This time it was Wang Jiachang's turn and he let out a long sigh.

"Forget it, it's no fun to quarrel with you now. Let's go, hurry up and find the entrance to go down, and see that it is important to see the prime. ”

"Hmm."

The two walked side by side, less of a-for-tat, and their walking speed was a little faster.

The wind was blowing from afar, and the direction was straight to the door facing the two people, soft and warm.

The two tacitly walked in the direction of the wind.

"Square fold." The black-clothed sword cultivator didn't stop at his feet, and suddenly asked.

"Do you ever feel that your memories don't seem to be the same?"

He had always felt that his Infernal Sword Technique had improved recently, and the sword that had slashed the Black Tower earlier had also come out of an epiphany.

Wang Jia even recalls from time to time...... When I was a teenager, I lived a carefree life in Infernal Affairs???

But at that time, he was clearly either lying on the wall of the sect or hiding in a nearby tree every day, and he was even more unlucky, when there were unforeseen circumstances, he was soaked by the rain, and he still guarded the eaves, just to watch the people below practice knives.

It is ...... to distinguish yourself and fold squarely Uncooked.

"Did you go back and sue you because your junior brother lost a fight with me, so you smeared oil on the eaves where I often lie in order to vent your anger on him?"

“……”

Fang Zhe didn't comment, he did it.

"I thought it was because my Zhihai had just been cured, so there was a certain amount of confusion in my memory."

The cardinal squinted slightly, his eyes mixed with light and dark, and a picture different from the green scenery under his eyes appeared in front of him.

"Have I ever taught you the Thirty-Six Styles of Tiangang?"

Wang Jia shook his head very definitely, "No, this sword technique is considered the top of the Infernal Sword Technique in your sect, I have only comprehended it after observing it for twenty years." ”

As soon as these words came out, both of them realized something at the same time, and they couldn't help but look serious.

"Someone messed with our memories?" Wang Jiadao.

"It's changed both of you and me at the same time."

“……”

This is no small matter.

There are only a handful of means in the world that can change the memory of a monk, or directly enter the other party's sea of consciousness and forcibly modify a certain memory. Either it is a fantasy dream, so that the monk has an extra memory out of thin air. In addition, it is to use the talisman technique to apply the technique of modulation.

But......

They are two people, not to mention that one is a primordial infant and the other is a god, who in this world can easily touch their memories.

Fang Zhe originally knew the sea and shattered, if he really had the power to transform the gods, it would be enough, but Wang Jia was not, he knew the sea from beginning to end.

Other words......

"Is it Him?" The black-clothed sword cultivator asked uncertainly.

"Possibly."

He refers to the gods. But there is no true God in the cultivation realm, He is the way of heaven.

After realizing that they might be targeted by the Heavenly Dao, both of them chose to keep their mouths shut about it.

After another half a pillar of incense time.

The two of them finally reached the end of the ninth floor of the Black Tower, and the long wind howled out of it.

These are two stone wells that are extremely protruding from the ground. Its delicate pattern inevitably reminds people of the carved gold-inlaid stone wells of the rich and noble families in the capital.

"One person, guess the boxing to decide, win left, lose right." Wang Jia was the first to propose.

Fang Zhen naturally had no objection, and bowed slightly, "Okay." ”

Both held out their hands at the same time.

Just as he was about to guess the fist, Wang Jia suddenly jumped into the well on the left, leaving no news.

“……”

Fang Zhen's throat moved, but after all, he didn't say much, withdrew his hand, and calmly stepped into the black well on the right.

He knew it...... This Wang Jia has been a strange temper for many years.

How could the little boy in memory be him!

Fang Zhe didn't finish the words, there seemed to be a voice in his heart telling him that in the extra memory, the person who learned the sword from him was...... Minor medical repair.