The old man saw that Qiao Yuan only frowned, and his face did not show too intense pain, so he relieved himself.

But the next moment, the old man's eyes showed a solemn look, and his two fingers slammed into the center of his eyebrows, and immediately his whole body trembled violently, and a wisp of gray cigarette much thicker than just now floated out of his eyebrows, heading towards Qiao Yuan's eyebrows.

This wisp of tobacco was not interrupted, but continued to gush out from the old man's eyebrows, connecting with Qiao Yuan's eyebrows, as if the old man's brain and Qiao Yuan's brain had built a bridge, and the inheritance in the old man's brain was continuously transported into Qiao Yuan's brain.

After Qiao Yuan's thicker wisp of gray smoke penetrated into his eyebrows, his whole body suddenly stirred, and a muffled roar came out of his mouth, and then he clenched his teeth, suppressed his slightly trembling body, and tried his best not to scream.

In fact, the pain suffered by Qiao Yuan was only concentrated in the head, and did not spread to other parts of the body, but the head is the most important position in the body, and once something goes wrong, it will hit more than any part of the body.

At this moment, he only felt that the wire seemed to have turned into an iron rod, stirring rapidly in his brain, and after the stirring, another storm rolled up in his brain, a large number of memory fragments, a large number of text portraits, and a large number of complicated sounds rushed into his mind, making his mind roar and his heart tremble.

Under this impact, his memory was blurred, and his mind was sluggish, if it weren't for his clenched teeth and protecting his mind with his divine sense, I'm afraid Qiao Yuan wouldn't be able to remember that he was still called Qiao Yuan.

At this moment, he can only rely on strong willpower to hold on until the end of the inheritance, and he can get a little respite.

Time passed breath by breath, under this intense pain, Qiao Yuan felt that a breath seemed to be longer than a year, he didn't dare to count the time to resist this pain, just kept recalling other things, so as to divert his attention, so that he could feel that the pain was weakened a little.

It's just that as more and more gray cigarettes poured into Qiao Yuan's eyebrows, the things he recalled slowly became blurred, and Qiao Yuan had begun to forget the things that were a little bit old.

For example, the scene in Qingfeng Village, Henglin Mountain Range, met Bai Yue, killed the python, was chased by the red-eyed python, was rescued by Zhan Yao, and practiced under the waterfall for a year, this kind of thing, Qiao Yuan can't remember it clearly, what he can remember clearly is the memory from Huayun City to the present.

It's just that this memory is also slowly blurred, as if someone is wiping Qiao Yuan's memory with a rag, but although some memories have disappeared, those who are extremely important to him have stubbornly retained.

Qiao Yuan still remembers Xiao Fengqing, Xiao Qingxuan, Xiao Qingyun, Tie Mo, and the girl in red who he has the most complete and profound memory, Mingruo.

Although he no longer remembers the scenes of his acquaintance and encounter with Ming Ruo, he clearly remembers that the name Ming Ruo is very important and very important to him, even if he fights everything, his head explodes, and his heart collapses, he can't forget the name "Ming Ruo".

In the process of inheritance, not only Qiao Yuan felt that time passed very slowly, but the old man also felt the same, his eyes showed tiredness, and his body was extremely rickety, as if the whole person had gone through a hundred years in this short period of time, but his fingers were still pressed on the center of his eyebrows, motionless.

This process lasted for five days, and in these five days, Qiao Yuan couldn't suppress the pain that made him worse than death.

His body sitting cross-legged was slightly crooked, his head seemed to have lost the support of his neck, and he hung down weakly against the light curtain, his eyes only showed a trace of slits, and there was no luster in his eyes, and from time to time there were bursts of painful groans from his mouth, and the sound of stretching was also weak, like a dying man.

At this moment, Qiao Yuan's mind seemed to be poured into paste, everything was blurry, and these were not his memories, his memories had been erased ninety percent, if he still remembered anything at this moment, it was only those names that were extremely important to him.

Ming Ruo, Xiao Fengqing, Xiao Qingxuan, Xiao Qingyun, Tie Mo, and Ling Wanchen, except for these six names, Qiao Yuan already knew nothing, forgetting everything, if someone asked him what his name was, I am afraid it would be difficult for him to say it.

Looking at the old man again, the exhaustion in his eyes had reached the limit, his body was even more rickety, his white hair was like withered grass, and a lot of white hair would fall out when the wind blew, obviously he had reached the point of dying, and he would not live long.

But the old man's fingers were still pressed on the center of his eyebrows, and there was still a wisp of gray smoke slowly floating out of the center of his eyebrows, heading towards Qiao Yuan's eyebrows.

"Hold on, hold on, it's almost over. ”

The old man looked at Qiao Yuan, who seemed to be unable to hold on for long, and immediately forcibly lifted a breath of spirit, and sent a divine thought to Qiao Yuan, this divine thought came out, Qiao Yuan immediately trembled physically and mentally, his eyelids slowly opened, and his body seemed to have regained a trace of strength.

Time flickered, two more days passed, and since then this inheritance has lasted for seven days, after the last hour of this seventh day passed, the gray smoke that had never been interrupted in the center of the old man's eyebrows was broken, and then the last wisp of gray smoke poured into Qiao Yuan's eyebrows.

At this moment, Qiao Yuan's eyes were completely closed, and his mouth no longer let out painful groans, and his body was paralyzed in the light curtain, like a dead person, but the old man knew that Qiao Yuan was not dead, but was confused and in a semi-comatose state.

The old man's tired eyes immediately burst out with a dazzling essence at the moment when the gray smoke was broken, as if he had regained his infinite spirit at this moment, in fact, this was his return to light, once the follow-up was done, he would slowly dissipate.

The old man's face showed a look of relief and excitement, and without thinking, his hands quickly pinched the trick, and one palm fell directly on Qiao Yuan Tianling.

A soft force poured into Qiao Yuan's brain from the old man's palm, and under this force, Qiao Yuan's chaotic brain began to change, fragments of memory were pieced together by soft power, a pair of words and pictures were summarized by soft power, and a complex sound was concentrated by soft power.

The information that poured into Qiao Yuan's mind was sorted out by the old man one by one, and finally put it in one place, and then he retrieved the memories and information that belonged to Qiao Yuan himself that had been squeezed out one by one, and reorganized them.

But at the moment of sorting out Qiao Yuan's memories, the old man saw a picture that shocked him extremely much.

There were many monks in that picture, among them was the back of a man wearing silver armor holding a golden gun, which made his heart tremble, and he quickly withdrew the soft power, his right hand was raised from Qiao Yuan's heavenly spirit, and the old man's gaze at Qiao Yuan revealed a look of surprise.

"Is that man with silver armor and golden spear the man in the legend?"

After being silent for a long time, the old man muttered, there is a legend in his hometown since ancient times, this legend is about a person, and the description of that person is generally wearing silver armor and holding a golden gun, so the old man just saw the back of the person with silver armor and golden gun in Qiao Yuan's memory, and suddenly thought of this legend.

After that, a trace of determination flashed in the old man's eyes, and he put his right hand on Qiao Yuantianling again, looking for that memory, after a cup of tea, the old man slowly withdrew his right hand, and there was more doubt in his eyes.

"I'm eighty percent sure that the man with silver armor and golden spear should be the legendary person, but why did Qiao Yuan dream of a man with silver armor and golden spear fighting with tens of thousands of monks, could it be ...... He is...... The reincarnation of one of the monks who were present at the time?"

This old man has a wide range of knowledge, although he has never seen a reincarnated person, but he has heard that a person in the upper realm can be reincarnated into the lower realm by some means, and it is impossible for Qiao Yuan's age to see that scene, and he has not seen how to dream of such a clear scene, all this must be strange.

Thinking about it, the old man was already very sure in his heart that Qiao Yuan was the reincarnation of a certain monk in the dream, thinking of this, the old man couldn't help but be even more excited, because the cultivation of any monk in the dream was extremely powerful, Qiao Yuan was a reincarnated person, and his future achievements must be limitless, so he could also dissipate with confidence.

Suppressing the excitement in his heart, the old man's right hand pressed on Qiao Yuan's heavenly spirit again, helping Qiao Yuan sort out his memories and information very quickly, this time, he didn't look at Qiao Yuan's memory again, because it was completely unnecessary, he firmly believed that Qiao Yuan would definitely be able to go to the upper realm and help him fulfill his long-cherished wish.

An hour later, the exhausted old man slowly withdrew his right hand, he had already sorted out all the information in Qiao Yuan's mind three times, and after ensuring that there were no mistakes, he relieved himself and withdrew his soft strength.

Qiao Yuan's eyes slowly opened at the moment when the old man withdrew his right hand, and there was a confusion in his eyes, but this confusion did not last long, and was replaced by a dazzling essence.

Scenes flashed in his mind, paragraphs of text floated in his mind, bursts of sound swirled in his mind, although the amount of information was huge, but it was not messy, everything was in order, and the information that belonged to him was quickly filtered by him, and there was no error.

As for another extremely large group of information, Qiao Yuan only swept it roughly, and his expression revealed irrepressible excitement and excitement, most of these information were Yue Wuxi's cultivation experience and experience, and there were many exercises and secret techniques, as well as some memories.

If you want to digest this information, I am afraid it will take a lot of time, and Qiao Yuan does not have so much time now, he quickly got up, supported the tired old man who was about to fall to the ground in front of him, looked worried and anxious, and said softly.

"Senpai, what's wrong with you?"

The old man's tired face squeezed out a smile, and said slowly to Qiao Yuan.

"It's okay, help the old man lie on the rocking chair. ”

Qiao Yuan sighed secretly in his heart, and helped the old man slowly walk towards the rocking chair.

He knew that this old man was just a wisp of divine sense imprint left by Yue Wuxi, and the mission of this divine sense imprint was to pass on the Dao system of Yue Wuxi, and now Qiao Yuan had successfully obtained the inheritance, and this old man's mission had been completed, and I am afraid it would not exist for long.