A picture suddenly appeared in Wang Yan's mind.

He seemed to be asleep on the back of an old man, and a woman stood beside him.

The old man asked the woman, "Are you willing to give your life for the man in front of you?"

The woman glanced at Wang Yan with a smile and snorted: "(shēn) body has been shown to him cleanly, who will he marry in the future?"

"Would you like to, then?" asked the old man again.

The woman looked at Wang Yan, who was sleeping quietly, her heartbeat suddenly accelerated a little, and she blurted out without hesitation: "Yes." ”

The "good woman" The old man laughed and carried Wang Yan on his back, and walked farther and farther.

However, the woman had a smile on her face, tears in her eyes, and disappeared in front of Wang Yan's eyes.

The feeling of heartache woke Wang Yan up in retrospect.

"Who is she?" asked Wang Yan a little blankly. Two lines of tears ran down his cheeks.

Is this just a heartache? It's so desperate. He wanted to run to the woman immediately and say that he had returned her, even though Wang Yan didn't know who the woman was.

Of course the old man knew who he was.

The old man will keep his head hanging and his head raised. Revealing a snow-white and bloodless face, he looked at Wang Yan's bright eyes, and he didn't think that he once had such eyes.

"That woman is the one who was willing to die for you, but you've lost her. ”

"Then how can I find her?" Wang Yan asked again.

"When you regain your memory, you'll remember her. ”

The old man could see that Wang Yan was now in a state of amnesia within a few minutes of Wang Yan entering the door, which showed that this old man's cultivation had reached the realm of reaching the heavens.

The Tongtian Realm is a big realm higher than the Ling Heaven Realm, and Wang Yan's ancestor Xuanji Sword Immortal also had to enter Wang Yan's mind with divine consciousness to see that his memory was sealed. And this person who came could know all of his (qíng) situation just by looking at Wang Yan at a glance.

"Then when will I be able to recover my memory, can you help me recover my memory?" Wang Yan spoke quickly, he wanted to know the answer.

People have a thought of returning to their roots, if people have no memory, they are like duckweed in the river, without roots, you can only go where the river goes.

Wang Yan has felt that something is missing in his heart for the past few days, and he has always thought about what he still has not done (qíng), and this feeling has always been pressed in his heart, which makes him very troubled.

The old man sneered, pulled his gray hair behind his ear, and then said: "Origin and extinction, there will be a definite number, others can't say or ask, your memory will only be restored when the time is ripe." I can help you recover your memories, but I can't. If you could, I would have hoped that you would never recover your memory, because that memory is in contrast to your acquaintance, and you will fall back into pain. It's good that you don't have a memory, so a muddy past life should be your best choice. ”

Wang Yanqi (shēn) bowed respectfully to the old man.

The old man can restore his memory, but he doesn't give him a memory, there must be something hidden (qíng) in this, and he is not good at asking about anything.

The two things that Wang Yan is most concerned about now are how to get out of here, and how to recover his memory.

Since the old man told him very clearly that he couldn't help him recover his memory, then there was no point in him staying here, so the last thing left (qíng) was to leave here.

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Wang Yangang opened his mouth to ask, but saw that the old man waved his hand to signal him not to speak, and the old man also stood up from the ground, but he had been sitting cross-legged for many years, and he was a little staggering.

"It's really not a place for you as a young man, and the lifeless atmosphere is not a good thing for you (qíng). After seeing too many rotten things (qíng), your heart will become corrupt, and it is time for you to get out of here and return to the world that belongs to you young people. ”

The old man paused for a moment, as if remembering something (qíng), and continued: "I can't see your future clearly, if you recover your memory in the future, you will definitely see him, and when the time comes, you can help me ask him, she has not yet had a chance to be resurrected." ”

The old man looked at the coffin covered in red paint, his eyes softened, as if he could see through the coffin the face of the sleeping man inside.

Wang Yan didn't know who he was in the old man's mouth, and how he met him in the end, since the old man had already said the request, Wang Yan nodded happily and agreed.

"Then I'll send you away now. ”

As the old man's face got closer and closer to Wang Yan, Wang Yan felt more and more familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

Looking at the charm and breath of his eyes, he is ninety percent similar to the young man who entered the Yu family yesterday and met him, although his face is not like it, but it is very similar in other aspects, and the young man who took the initiative to see him yesterday.

"What do you have to do with Master Qing?" Wang Yan blurted out.

The old man just smiled and didn't answer the question, he patted Wang Yan's shoulder a few times with his palm, and said with a smile: "You will have a catastrophe in the future, and I will wish you a helping hand at that time." ”

The old man took out the Dream Spirit Bead from Wang Yan's waist, looked at it for a few seconds, and then put it into Wang Yan's palm.

"It's also a good treasure, you have to use it well, don't let it be dusty, or it will get angry. ”

The old man laughed at himself and continued: "I don't think you will let it be dusty, so so be it, you can go back." ”

Wang Yan felt that the impression of the night old man in his mind slowly dissipated in his memory, and his face gradually became blurred, until he could no longer remember what he was like.

Wang Yan's eyes returned to reality, and the old man in front of him was also blurring, and everything around him began to become no longer clear.

He wanted to open his mouth, but he heard the voice of the old man who had turned into a phantom: "There are some things that cannot be said, and if you say them, they will be heard by the heavens, so you can only let them rot in your stomach, you don't have to think too much, just live your own (rì) son in peace, just don't go this way anymore." The first time I could let go of the people I could talk to, the second time I wouldn't. ”

As soon as the words fell, everything in front of Wang Yan's eyes turned into an illusion, followed by a dazzling white light, he struggled to open his eyes, and finally adapted to the brightness of the light, and then he saw a green color.

He was now lying in a dense patch of grass, with a few herbs on the side of (shēn) that he wanted.

Wang Yan casually picked up the medicinal herbs and pinned them to his belt, and walked towards the bottom of the mountain by himself.

He had been hunting before, and he knew that he was only a few steps away from the outskirts of the forest, and now he was far from the village, half an hour's walk.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he stepped to the periphery of the mountain forest, he saw Yu Kang hurrying with more than a dozen people.

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