The green curtain is deep, the red is dewed late, the idle flowers are spontaneous, and the Zhengyi Sect is located on the top of Longhu Mountain, the four seasons are like spring, and the greenery is full.

The homeless young man is alone, strolling through the water pavilion on this floor, thinking a lot of things, why do you have a sense of déjà vu when you are a newcomer.

A female disciple dressed in a white sect uniform hurriedly walked to the side of the wandering young man and said softly:

"Sect Master, please"

In the warehouse of Zhengyizong, Wen Hua quietly stared at the picture scroll in his hand, and there was a divine light in his eyes.

The female disciple in white took the homeless youth to the courtyard door of the study, then turned around and left, and the homeless youth walked through the courtyard and into the study.

Wen Hua rolled up the scroll in his hand and bowed his head to the homeless young man and said:

"I've Seen the Ancestor"

The homeless young man twitched the corners of his mouth, unwilling to pay attention, walked to the copywriting chair and sat down.

Wen Hua smiled awkwardly, walked up to the homeless young man, and said softly:

"Ancestor, please see"

The homeless young man took the scroll in Wen Hua's hand, spread it out and looked at it, and couldn't help but be stunned...

The person in the painting is a young man, dressed in plain clothes, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes... The scroll is very old and has been yellowed.

In the blank space of the painting, there is a string of beautiful words: Slim and vast in the world, cold and clear on the path of cultivation, I hope to get one person, white first warmth.

"Uh... , that, is there a mirror?"

"Yes"

Wen Hua seemed to be prepared, reached into his arms, took out an ancient mirror, and handed it to the homeless youth.

The homeless young man picked up the mirror and compared it with the ancient painting left and right, his eyes full of surprise...

Seeing this, Wen Hua on the side said:

"This is the evidence that descendants will conclude that you are the ancestor of my Wen family. ”

"This painting... Where did it come from. ”

"It is a relic of a thousand years ago, from the twelfth sect master of my sect, the warm hand. ”

When the homeless young man heard this name, it was like throwing a stone in a lake, and some messy pictures appeared in his mind again...

In front of a pillar of light that reaches the sky, a young man with a disheveled hair is holding a woman in white who does not know her life and death...

The homeless youth's mind was already messy, and he kept muttering the name in his mouth...

"Warmth... Lukewarm... Love..."

"Ancestor, do you remember anything?"

Wen Hua's voice pulled the homeless youth out of the scattered memories, and the homeless youth shook his head and sighed:

"Nope"

Judging from the words in the blank space in the painting, the person in the painting should be the husband of the warm sect master. ”

"I... It's hers... Husband..."

"Not bad"

"That's... My name, what is my name!"

"Later generations have looked through the genealogy, and there is a record in the genealogy that the husband of the warm sect master is called Baizhu. ”

"Atractylodes... Warmth!"

In the mind of the wandering young man at this time, it was like a thunderclap sounding in the dark night, and all kinds of sounds sounded in his mind, as if there were countless people arguing in a dark room.

In the dark picture, there is only sound, no picture...

After a long time, the chaotic sound gradually disappeared, a little white light, like a sunrise, and the darkness suddenly dissipated...

What will happen after the white light, will it be her? In the hearts of the homeless youth, there is a strong anticipation...

However, after the white light, the picture that flashed out was still the pillar of light that penetrated the sky...

Memory, always repeated here, always here, abruptly stopped...

Is that person me? The person in my arms, who is it, my wife?

Countless questions swirled in the hearts of the homeless youth, and endless sadness surfaced in their hearts, if their memories were so sad, was it really necessary to retrieve them?

Looking at the wandering young man with a strange expression, Wen Hua was not a little worried, so he said tentatively:

"Ancestor?"

The homeless young man sighed and said softly:

"I still can't remember my past, maybe I just look like the person in the painting, no one can live so long..."

"The ancestor has gone through thousands of years of vicissitudes, and if he can survive to this day, he must have gotten the opportunity for immortality in the Immortal Array Rebellion a thousand years ago. ”

When the homeless young man heard this, he couldn't help but be stunned and said:

"Immortal Rebellion?"

"Yes, a thousand years ago, the last Emperor was the same, and after gathering forty-nine spirit runes, he opened the Tongtian Immortal Array that led to the immortal realm. ”

"Tongtian... Immortal Array..."

However, it is rumored that the immortal array not only could not lead to the immortal realm, but continued to suck the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, which created the end of the world for a thousand years. ”

......

The wandering young man couldn't hear what Wen Hua was saying at the moment, if the Tongtian Immortal Array really existed, then could his memories be true?

How did she survive until now? The woman in white in her memory, what about her, is she still alive? Where is she?

Central Plains, Genting Mountain.

The heavy snow had not stopped, and a tall young man, at this moment, had taken off his coat, was shirtless, and knelt in the courtyard under the heavy snow.

The anger emerged, and the snow could not reach the body.

"No luck!"

A deep, muffled voice sounded from behind the young man.

"Yes"

The young man silently withdrew his protective qi and let the snowflakes kiss his dragon-like body.

Jing Lan glanced at his son who was kneeling beside him, and asked in a deep voice:

"Do you know what's wrong?"

"It's... The child knows that the fault is not to obey the father. ”

"This is just one of them, you are too conceited! I have already written to inform you that Jue Ye has arrived in Dongying City, why do you still attack the city!"

"I..."

"Hmph, do you think that after six years of retreat, you will be able to ascend to the heavens in one step and enter the realm of the sect master!"

"It's... It's the whimsy of the child."

While the father and son were talking, a girl in yellow, with a food box hidden behind her, stood silently outside the courtyard wall.

Jing Lan seemed to sense something, and said in a deep voice:

"Ao'er, the turmoil is the most sinister, think about it. ”

With that, Jing Lan left the courtyard by himself, and when he passed the courtyard gate, he stopped and paused for a moment.

After Jinglan left, the girl in yellow stood on tiptoe, followed the footprints in the snow, and looked at her father's distant figure.

The sound of "crunching" footsteps sounded, and although Jing Ao didn't look up, he already knew who was coming, and couldn't help laughing:

"Sister, you're fat again, your steps are so heavy. ”

"Humph!"

When Jing Ru heard this, he immediately turned around and wanted to leave, but Jing Ao hurriedly said:

"Hey, don't go, I'm really hungry. ”

Hearing this, Jing Ru glanced at his lips, turned around and came to Jing Ao, squatted down, and brought out the food in the food box.

"Hurry up, wait for my dad to find out, I'll have to be scolded." ”

Jing Ao said vaguely while eating:

"Daddy... He just... I'll find you."

When Jing Ru heard this, he couldn't help pouting and said:

"Uh-huh... Let me tell you, you owe me a big favor now. ”

"Hehe, okay, good, my brother owes you another big favor. ”

The snowflakes were flying wildly, and after a while, Jingru's head was covered with white snowflakes, and when Jingao saw this, he hurriedly took two bites and handed the dishes and chopsticks to Jingru.

"Let's go, the snow is getting heavier. ”

"Oh..."

Central Plains Mansion City, a remote wine shop.

A young man dressed as a Confucian in white poured himself a drink in a wine shop.

The young Confucian has a delicate face, about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, with a high nose and long eyebrows, and has the charm of an ancient sage.

After a short time, the curtain of the wine shop was opened, and a tall blonde man walked in, and after waiting around the store, he sat down opposite the young Confucian student.

Seeing this, the young Confucian poured a glass of wine and placed it in front of the blonde man.

The blonde man was not polite, he picked up his glass and drank it down, but when the wine was in his throat, he looked a little strange.

"Huh, Mr. Li, your wine in Middle-earth is too strong..."

"Hehe, Prince Mulon has been in the dust all the way, and the spirits can wash away the cold from your body. ”

"Manager Li, it's better to call me Mu Long, I'm just an illegitimate child, hehe. ”

"It's okay, but Brother Mulong, since the Pope can entrust you with an important task and come to Middle-earth, he still values you very much..."

"Hmm... It doesn't matter, I like Middle-earth, and I'll probably stay here for the rest of my life. ”

"Brother Mu Long is really an indifferent person, this appointment, I still have something to ask Brother Mu Long. ”

"The cooperation between the two parties, Mr. Li, please speak directly, you don't have to be polite. ”

"Okay, then I'll be straightforward, I want to entrust Brother Mu Long to help me find out about the Spirit Firefly Sect. ”

"Spirit Firefly Sect?"

"Not bad"

"Hmm... What exactly do you want to find out about them?"

"Sources of income, operating business, branches, core personnel, these four items. ”

"It's... , The first three items are easy to say, and the fourth one, hehe, is really a little difficult. ”

"That's why I have to ask your Divine Seal Hall for help. ”

"Okay, I'll do that. ”

Mu Long said that he was about to get up and leave, but when Li Xin saw this, he said:

"It's rare to see each other, why don't you have a few more drinks?"

"Hehe, no, no, such a strong drink, really..."

"Well, then Li Xin will wait for good news. ”

.....

After Mu Long left, Li Xin couldn't help but ponder alone, and a white-clothed bartender pulled up the curtain of the inner kitchen, came to Li Xin's side, and stood quietly.

"Ah Qing, sit down and have a drink with me. ”

"Good"

Although he is a bartender, he is only in his early twenties, and he is very handsome, with thin eyebrows and curved eyes, and he is gentle and elegant.

"What's the Manager thinking?"

"Hehe, I'm thinking about what the sect master thinks. ”

"Oh, what does the Sect Master think?"

"Hmph, not to mention the defeat in Beihai, but Dugu is taking advantage of the loophole in Hangzhou Mansion, and the sect master is thinking, who is reporting the news. ”

"Could it be that the sect master suspects you in charge?"

"It can't be ruled out, but he is even more suspicious now, that mysterious deputy sect master..."

"Deputy Sect Master? Didn't the Central Plains Sect have set up the position of Deputy Sect Master. ”

"Hehe, outsiders think that there is no deputy master in the Central Plains, but in fact, it is just hidden secretly. ”

When Ah Qing heard this, he couldn't help but groan:

"Then this deputy sect master, I'm afraid, the way to come is not simple. ”

"Hehe, the problem is better with her, otherwise... Hum. ”

Chapter 35: The End