Tianyun City.

Ziyin, who had been in retreat for ten years, finally came out, and at the first time after leaving the customs, she did not go to visit Tu Su, who was presiding over the introduction of new disciples, but went directly to the top of Kunlun.

"The sky is about to change." When Ziyin first arrived at the top of Kunlun, he saw Han Su standing alone on a broken stone, staring at the sky, sighing faintly, as if excited and worried.

Ziyin, who felt inexplicable, walked to Han Su's side and overlooked the surging clouds under his feet, and did not speak, but waited for Han Su to speak.

"Do you know why I summoned you the first time you left the border?" Han Su's eyelids slowly closed, as if she was making some difficult decision.

"I don't know, but there must be something extremely important, otherwise you wouldn't have chosen this place. Ziyin looked at the broken stone under his feet with some nostalgia, hundreds of years ago, he became the sword-wielding elder of Tianyong City in this place, and the broken stone was also formed because of himself.

"He's back, and it's time for his cause and effect to be repaid. ”

Ziyin's eyes flashed slightly, "You mean Lin Xi?"

"It's been seven thousand years, and it's time for everything to end, but it's hard to say that it's a beginning, the beginning of an infinite loop. Han Su said, his voice a little low, "It's time to return his favor, and it's also ready for the next time, isn't it?"

The words in the clouds made Ziyin's brows furrow slightly, and he didn't quite understand the relationship between Lin Xi and Tianyun City.

Han Su opened his eyes, looked at Ziyin who was frowning, and a trace of sadness crossed his eyes, "You are the beginning of everything, and you are the most important person, but it is too bitter." ”

"What role do I play in this?" Ziyin looked at Shang Fusu, "Is it the cause of the incident?"

"Still a person who sees the whole picture. Han Su said with a wry smile: "Do you know why the cultivation method of Tianyun City is different from that of other sects? Because this cultivation method was passed down by him, to be precise, he is still the ancestor of Tianyong City. ”

Ziyin was silent and didn't answer again, but the letter still said:

"Your origin is not Tianyun City, nor is it an external cultivator, but the famous Qionghua seven thousand years ago. Your whole life, your memories are a source of pain, a thousand years ago you found me, you gave me your memories, your body was destroyed by you, you said... You want new life. But now... I can't continue to sustain your needs, and neither can you. ”

"Your sword practice skills are not something you acquired outside after you were born, and the sword spike you hang on your waist all the year round is not a relic of your parents, because all this comes from the previous you, even if you cut off the past, they are still engraved in your bones. ”

Ziyin's pupils contracted violently, the hand under the sleeve robe was clenched into a fist, and her voice was a little hoarse, "Then who am I?"

"You are Murong Ziying, the person who is the personal descendant of Elder Qionghua Sect Lian, and the person who worked with him to stop Qionghua's ascension, and the person who personally participated in the burial of the First Realm. Han Su said and raised his hand to grasp the broken stone under his feet, and a colorful light floated out of it, "This is your memory, now the thing is returned to its original owner, this thing... We can't escape, and the immortal cultivation world is different from the past. ”

"My memory.." Ziyin looked at the light floating in front of her, and a tingling pain inexplicably appeared in her heart, and the corners of her eyes moistened at some point.

The slowly raised hand trembled a little, wanting to touch it but hesitated, until the tear slipped down, Ziyin's hand also grabbed it.

As the light cluster blended in, familiar and unfamiliar memory fragments flashed in my mind.

In a palace full of long swords, a slightly sloppy old man poured a sip of strong wine and sighed to the young man with a cold and arrogant face in front of him: "Ziying, your sword practice methods are about to surpass that of the old man and me."

In the dense woods, a strange girl pulled a wooden boy and walked up to the arrogant young man with sword armor on his back and asked, "You are the legendary sword fairy, can you take us as apprentices?"

In front of the solemn mountain gate, the young man known as Yuntianhe grabbed Wangshu on his waist, and he didn't let go no matter how the woman in palace clothes spoke.

In the dark cave, a white-haired young man frozen in ice looked at him with a faint smile.

.........

With the revival of her memory, Ziyin's heart tingled even more, and her closed eyes slowly opened and looked at Hansu with a hint of blood red, "Am I Ziyin or Murong Ziying.."

"You are Murong Ziying of the Qionghua Sect, and you are also the sword-wielding elder Ziyin of Tianyong City. Han Su didn't seem to want to look at this scene, and tilted his head slightly, "Now you must be clear about what to do, if you want to stop it, you won't stop you." ”

Ziyin was silent for a long time, raised his hand and took off the sword spike on his waist, and suddenly saw his past, the self who refused to admit defeat.

"When he comes back, let him continue, it's fate, and only he can stop it. Ziyin squeezed the sword spike in his hand and said in a deep voice: "Although the pain he brought was great, it was also helpless, and I had already thought through this matter when I was not in Zhoushan." ”

"Can you still hold your heart now? It's messed up." Han Su was stunned, and found that he didn't seem to know enough about Ziyin or Murong Ziying.

"I'm Ziyin now, and Ziying died after the First Battle of Shushan a thousand years ago, isn't it?"

After Ziyin finished speaking, Han Su didn't continue to speak, just silently watched that this might be the last tranquility.

During the time period when Han Su returned his memories, Lin Xi and Fuyue also went to Tianyun City one after another, and now Lin Xi had a stomach full of questions to figure out.

Ling Yue and the others, who were carried by Lin Xi, were confused at the moment, and they didn't understand why Lin Xi was so eager to go back, even if they wanted to know about Shushan, they didn't have to rush like this.

Although he was puzzled, he didn't dare to ask, because Lin Xi's face was a little gloomy at this moment.

After returning to Tianyun City, Lin Xi returned directly to his residence after separating from Ling Yue and the others.

"Why is Wangshu in the Lock Demon Tower?" Lin Xi took Wangshu from Fuyue's hand as he spoke, and then put it away.

"I don't know, but it's clear that there is something wrong with Shushan, I saw the bones of some Shushan disciples in the tower, and the blood pool inside is gone. Fu Yue said in a deep voice, her brows furrowed very high, "In addition, Wangshu's appearance. I suspect that Shushan's problem is related to Murong Ziying. ”

Lin Xi's eyes narrowed slightly, "Wangshu should have been in the hands of Yuntianhe, and it made sense to hand it over to Murong Ziying later, but the time period of the Immortal Sword is too long from now, and it is not clear whether Murong Ziying will be reincarnated, but Han Su must know something, it seems that he has to ask." ”

"Do you remember ten years ago?"

"Nature. The connection is also hugely related to the demon invasion. ”