Ling Fox Zhenzhen opened her eyes and looked around blankly.

There are pear blossom trees all over the hillside, and in the early autumn season, the leaves fall off a lot, and the autumn rain drops down on the residual leaves and makes a slight sound.

As if she had suddenly woken up from a dream, she took a step forward and walked slowly up the hillside.

Little by little, the fragmented memories condensed and formed, and she recognized this place, this was the mansion of the master of the Western Desolation, which had appeared many times in her incomparably long dreams.

Is it back?

The rain was not heavy, the wind was loud, the top of the slope was pitch black, and there seemed to be no one at home.

She was tired, her body was heavy, and it was still very painful, and blood was spilling from the corners of her lips, staining her chest red.

As the fox struggled to walk up the hillside, countless voices suddenly came to her mind.

"Do you want to see the real Xu Rui, when you get back the Panshen Silk, I'll take you to see it." ”

"Actually, the real Xu Rui has always been in front of you, although he is dead, but the uncle keeps him well for you, he can speak, he can laugh, you don't think about it, what is the difference between the real and fake uncle?"

"Uncle treats you sincerely, you are Uncle's closest relative, so you can't be disobedient. ”

"Zhenzhen, you've let me down so much. ”

"I really can't imagine that Uncle has been with you for more than ten years, and you will one day make a move on Uncle. Uncle didn't want to hurt you, but Fox Feather didn't know what he did to you, so he couldn't leave you behind. ”

Ling Fox Zhenzhen's heavy and slow footsteps stopped, and quietly looked at the Shimen mansion opposite, the wall was very high, the door was very narrow, and there was no longer a light in the twisted black iron lampstand.

I remembered that the uncle whose real name was Xu Rui died as early as when she was seven years old, and his soul was gone, leaving only a manipulated shell, and he continued to have a false and pale family relationship with her.

But at that dawn, she still went to Zilin Town to see her uncle. Even though it is a false phantom, the companionship of more than ten years is real, the uncle is the closest person, she has never had him.

He still forced her to kill people she didn't know and grab the gods.

Maybe she should agree, she has always only used the word killing as a means of self-preservation, and she neither likes nor hates it. In order to make Uncle happy, she can do a lot of things, go up the mountains and down to the sea, catch birds and fish, and practice the dragon flying blade over and over again, which is not too interesting. Killing people and snatching treasures, if it really makes him happy, she can do it.

But she felt that the uncle was not for pleasure, and if she agreed, she seemed to become unrecognizable, and all the warmth she cherished would be tasteless.

They got into an argument, and she ended up throwing a flying blade at Uncle who tried to kill her.

Hit hard, she escaped from the town, and in a field of barren smoke and grass, she met the young monk who held the Panshen Silk that the uncle said. At that moment, she remembered that her uncle said that Panshensi can fulfill her heart's wishes for others.

Ling Fox Zhenzhen pushed open the heavy black iron door, and the wild demons who were originally mischievous and destroyed inside wanted to pounce, but when they saw that it was her, they were so frightened that they ran away.

There is only a ruin in front of him, and the former Shimen mansion has become a ruined wall for the wild demons to carnival.

No one, Master, Second Senior Sister, they are all here.

The huge pain of the disappearance of the panshen silk made her breathless, and she almost couldn't stand, and large balls of blood rolled down her lips.

There wasn't any suppressed memory, it was she who wanted to forget.

I want Uncle to be alone all along, he didn't die, he didn't kill her, he just left her for no reason. I want to Pan Shensi, I don't want to be an ordinary person, so that my uncle won't force her. She also wanted to go to a far away place and not see any trace of her uncle, and she would rather put him in her heart than see him.

Pan Shensi listened to the wish of her heart, and slyly and mercifully hid her memories for her, hid her cultivation, and sent her to the Great Wilderness.

This is the real Ling Fox Zhenzhen, bizarre and bleak, and has come to a breathtaking self-deception.

The autumn rain soaked the clothes, and it was bitterly cold.

Ling Fox Zhenzhen faced the mess and cried loudly.

*

October 19, the moon stars are scarce.

Qin Xi had the same dream again.

In his dream, he was in a beautiful valley in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by flowers and a small pond with clear water.

He was trying his best to find someone, and he always felt that there should be someone else beside him, haunted by his dreams, but he couldn't remember who it was. He heard his dream self talking: You won't die, I won't forget, you don't think.

There was a tearing pain in his soul, and Qin Xi felt as if he had become another person, with a sharp knife piercing his back, pointing at his heart, and his heart ached.

He was looking for something in the smoke and grass.

Artemisia grass grows half a man's height, and there are countless invisible swamps hidden inside, as well as countless low voices. He didn't know the way, and walked for a long, long time, until he finally heard the voice he was looking for.

Qin Xi opened his eyes, no sooner or later.

He turned over with sleepiness, and after a while, he lazily got up and dressed, picked up the emerald green supernatant ring on the case, and slowly tied it to his braid.

The Shangqing Ring is his most commonly used treasure, and it contains all kinds of evolutions of the Wind and Thunder Technique, and it has reached the realm of being one with him. The strange thing is that there are a few more scorched black marks on it at some point, and it seems that he made it himself, but he has no impression at all.

After tidying up his appearance, Qin Xi looked at his left hand, the fox-shaped wind and thunder demonic qi was still jumping around at the distance from his shoulders to his fingertips, and he couldn't be idle at all.

Half a year ago, he seemed to have encountered a strange assassination, waking up in a valley that was destroyed by magic and could not see the original state, and when he was still ignorant, the wind and thunder demonic qi suddenly appeared in his body, which stabbed him almost to death, and it took three days to completely tame it, and finally turned into the shape of a pitch-black fox, entrenched in his left arm.

Why is it a fox? The wind and thunder demonic qi that should be intimidating was formed in this shape, and it was not hideous at all, and I couldn't understand it.

Before Qin Xi went out, he put on a pitch-black glove for his left hand.

The gloves are made of leopard skin, thin and soft, to shield from wind, thunder and demonic energy, and to avoid stabbing others.

Today's weather is very good, the autumn is crisp, Qin Xi is greedy for the mountain scenery for a while, and only walks along the mountain road in the direction of the Julu Pavilion, and suddenly hears someone behind him calling him: "Lao Jiu! Why did you remember to do morning class in the Julu Pavilion today?"

The figure in front of him flashed, Ji Yuan and Duanmu Yan had already fallen in front of him, and when they saw that he was wearing gloves, they approached with confidence.

Lao Jiu was not used to wearing gloves before, everyone was stabbed by the wind, thunder and demonic energy, the taste was really unforgettable, Lin Ying was even stabbed out of the shadow, and since then Lao Jiu has been hiding outside to talk.

Duanmu Yan stared at his gloves enviously: "I also want to give birth to some golden water demon qi." ”

Monks are either immortal or demonic, the former is vast, the latter is sharp, both are extremely rare, related to chance, and related to the mood. Lao Jiu was able to get the wind and thunder demonic energy, depending on the meaning of the master, the position of the master of the first vein will belong to him in the future.

However, the sudden demonic anger is mostly related to the little senior sister.

Ji Yuan next to him also thought of it, and he said unintentionally: "After the little senior sister is gone, you will have ......"

Duanmuyan didn't wait for him to finish, and kicked up.

Sure enough, Qin Xiqi said, "Which little senior sister?"

Duanmu Yan hurriedly said: "I'm talking about a little senior sister of the third vein, who unfortunately died in the trial half a year ago. ”

The two of them can really toss, and I don't know which little sister of the three veins knows each other.

Qin Xi subconsciously touched his shoulder, but he felt empty, and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

For half a year, I always felt that there should be a small thing on my shoulder, light and fluttering, made of paper......

Duanmu Yan diverted the topic: "Cong Hua left the pulse half a year ago, and he never came back, and the letter can't be delivered, did you receive the letter over there, Lao Jiu?"

Qin Xi shook his head: "He must be uncomfortable for Ye Xiaowan and the third senior sister, let him stay alone." ”

At the mention of the third senior sister, the atmosphere was a little low, and Ji Yuan sighed: "The third senior sister doesn't know when she will wake up." ”

"Let's go see her after morning class. ”

Duanmu Yan patted him on the shoulder, and couldn't help but glance at Qin Xi for a while.

He really only forgot about the little sister, and the rest of the points are exactly the same, which is really weird. The master must know something, and only instructed that no one should be allowed to order Fox Zhenzhen, and this little senior sister who suddenly appeared disappeared suddenly.

Qin Xi's arrival made the Julu Pavilion noisy for a while, and even the modest Lou Hao invited him to fight, and Shen Jun dragged him and didn't let go, insisting that he take off his gloves and have a genuine fight, but was finally successfully stopped by the angry Lin Ying.

Because they fought lively, in the end, even the master who rarely appeared in Yimai Mountain came, and it happened that Qin Xi won a game, sweating profusely and drinking tea, he smiled and said gently: "You have improved a lot in cultivation in the past six months, and with the current realm, you can try to let the wind and thunder demon qi pass to your right arm." ”

But he still likes the appearance of it alone in his left arm, a little silly, and very cheerful.

Qin Xi responded absentmindedly and brushed the ends of his sweaty hair behind him.

The Great Vein Lord looked at him thoughtfully for a long time, raised his eyebrows and said, "Xiao Jiu is in a good mood today. ”

For half a year, he spent most of his time meditating in the cave, and occasionally came out and rarely smiled, but today he was radiant, and he hadn't seen him like this for a long time.

Qin Xi was stunned: "The disciple is in a good mood every day. ”

The Lord of the Great Veins only patted him on the shoulder lovingly.

He must be the only one who is angry with demons during the day, and it can be seen that he must have had an encounter that made him obsessed half a year ago.

Pan Shensi disappeared suddenly, Ling Fox Zhenzhen also disappeared suddenly, Xiao Jiu strangely only forgot all about Ling Fox Zhenzhen, and even gave birth to wind and thunder demonic energy, the Lord of the Great Vein couldn't help but think of the words that admonished him that day: Love can be discussed, but you can't go crazy.

Xiao Jiu's madness is really different.

In terms of the status of the etheric upper vein, of course, the immortal qi is better, but the demonic qi has its own uniqueness, and it is good at extending inward and touching the divine soul. He was in a good mood, not that he was in a good mood, but that the soul of the other half of the mad demon was happy.

"The teacher has been calculating recently, and he has calculated that the Panshen Silk that suddenly disappeared before has appeared in the Great Wilderness again. The Lord of the Great Vein poured a cup of tea, "You went back to Middle-earth last time in the Great Wilderness without finding Panshensi, let's go and see it again this time." ”

Qin Xi frowned: "But the four desolate emperors are afraid that they don't welcome the Taishang Pulse cultivators." ”

Last year, there was a big scene in the Great Wilderness, and the desolate emperors almost told them to get out, and they had to go again every other year, and they were driven back as soon as they got off the boat.

The big pulse master took a sip of tea: "That won't happen, Xiao Qi can go." It just so happens that if you meet him, remember to persuade him to come back. ”

"Seventh Senior Brother is also in the Great Wilderness?" no wonder Cong Hua's letter couldn't be delivered.

The Lord of the Great Vein smiled: "Xiao Qi is generous, but he is a person who escapes from heart disease, if he has the day to face it, he will really grow up." You go, for the sake of the teacher, and then see how your senior brothers fight. ”

"The disciple obeys the master's orders, so he goes to the top of the Qianzhong Palace to ask for a signature. ”

It was autumn, and the golden giant trees in the huge pool on the top of the Thousand Gates Palace were still flourishing, and they were not affected by the solar terms in the slightest.

Qin Xi stood by the pool and prayed, and couldn't help but think of the anxiety and killing intent he had come back to here.

Obviously, he didn't get it back, but this time he was not in a hurry at all, there was a faint sense of calm in his heart, and he couldn't tell what was going on.

A golden leaf slowly fell into the pool, propelled by the clear light, and turned into a gilded wooden skewer suspended in front of you.

Qin Xi picked it up and looked at it, there were only eight words on it: this body, that body, in that body.