Gu Xiaozhao's divine thoughts were so powerful that they formed a field outside his body. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

He could clearly feel the thoughts in the air that were full of all kinds of negative energy, and once these thoughts were contaminated, they were entangled to death, a bit like a water ghost looking for a substitute, wanting to infect Gu Xiaozhao's divine thoughts and make him fall into endless despair.

If you change to other talismans, most of them will return their divine thoughts to the sea of consciousness at this time, and resolutely cut off those thoughts that are contaminated by bad breath.

Gu Xiaozhao did not do this.

His divine thoughts were still rippling in the void, never disconnected from the sea of red dust.

With the memories of his previous life, he knows very well that no matter if you cultivate martial arts, rune paths, or other ways, the essence of cultivation is actually to cultivate the mind, and only by polishing the mind to be extremely powerful and psychic can you talk about anything else.

Before, he didn't know this place existed.

Well, to be precise, he knew that there was this Ninth Avenue, but he just didn't know that Ninth Avenue would be like this, for him, this was a rare place to cultivate.

Letting his outgoing divine thoughts entangle with those thoughts, Gu Xiaozhao recited the scriptures silently, and in the sea of knowledge, a bright moon rose.

The feet walked slowly, closely behind Zhou Shiyu.

After a while, Zhou Shiyu stopped in front of a dilapidated courtyard.

The walls were made of haphazard stones, and they looked unstable, as if they would collapse if the wind blew a little stronger.

The fence is not high, four or five feet long, a little taller can see the situation in the courtyard without stepping feet, there are a few wooden shelves in the small courtyard, on which are a few bamboo poles, and the bamboo poles are covered with some washed clothes, mostly cloth shirts and linen clothes, most of them are patched.

The gate is as low as the wall, as is the case with the so-called firewood.

Zhou Shiyu gently pushed open the courtyard door and walked in.

Gu Xiaozhao bent down slightly and walked in with Zhou Shiyu.

Hearing the sound of the door, a middle-aged aunt who was chopping firewood in the corner of the house stood up, she put down the axe in her hand, rubbed her hands, grinned the corners of her mouth, showed a smile, and also showed her yellow big teeth.

"Girl, you're back......"

Subsequently, she saw Gu Xiaozhao.

At this time, Gu Xiaozhao was still wearing the uniform of the disciple of the Upper Court of the Dishui Temple.

You must know that begging for a living in this realm, offending no one can offend the Dripping Water View, even these adventurers who are messing around on Ninth Street, their first priority is to recognize the clothes of the Dripping Water Gatekeeper. Although, in the area of Ninth Avenue, you can only occasionally see the disciples of the lower court.

A dripping gatekeeper like Gu Xiaozhao from the upper courtyard, it is rare for them to see it.

Even if an occasional child from Ninth Street becomes a Upper Yard student, the family will quickly move out of Ninth Street.

The smile stayed on the middle-aged aunt's face like a stiffness, and after a while, she regained her calm, and the whole person became restrained, hunched over, bent over, and greeted Gu Xiaozhao in a low voice.

"This son, light ...... It's a great pleasure to visit the Humble House!"

It seems that she rarely says such high-sounding words, and she stammers a little and looks nervous.

"This is the landlord, Aunt Ding. ”

Zhou Shiyu glanced back at Gu Xiaozhao and said softly.

"Aunt Ding, hello. ”

Gu Xiaozhao asked quietly and said hello.

"Childe...... Childe, good!"

A wisp of red clouds swept over Aunt Ding's sallow face, she rubbed her hands, not knowing what to say, and her mood was agitated, making it difficult for her to herself.

You must know that if you meet on the road at the Dripping Water Gate, a low-level figure like Aunt Ding can only avoid the side of the road and bow her head to salute.

Those guys always walk by with their heads held high, and there is no such thing as Aunt Ding in their eyes.

Now, a formal disciple of the Dripping Water Concept actually greeted him.

God, is this true?

"Aunt Ding, how is my father?"

Zhou Shiyu asked softly.

"Girl, your father is still the same!"

After listening to Aunt Ding's answer, the expression on Zhou Shiyu's face suddenly became gloomy.

Then, she turned back to Gu Xiaozhao and said.

"Come with me......"

Gu Xiaozhao nodded to Aunt Ding, followed Zhou Shiyu around the corner of the house, and came to a side room.

It is said to be a partial house, but in fact, it is two simple rooms built with wooden planks against the fence, and after entering the house, it is pitch black in front of you, and you need to get used to it for a while before you can see the situation in the house.

The room is not big, the furnishings are very simple, a table, a chair and a couch......

A man was lying on a couch, he was very tall, but the couch was not long enough, so a pair of feet in mango shoes fell on the edge of the wooden couch.

The man had gray hair, a wrinkled face, a thin face, and a skeleton in his shirt, looking like he was sixty or seventy years old.

This is Zhou Shiyu's father, Zhou Sen?

Calculating the age, Zhou Sen should be less than forty years old now, which is the golden age of a martial artist.

Why is this happening?

Gu Xiaozhao could feel the divine thoughts that belonged to Zhou Sen alone, but the divine thoughts that unconsciously emanated from this body were very weak, like a candle flame that was about to burn out, and it could be extinguished at any time.

In other words, Zhou Sen's life is short.

Taking a deep breath, Gu Xiaozhao said to Zhou Shiyu, who was staring at his father on the side.

"Uncle Zhou, what's wrong?"

"Father, this is a poisonous ...... that has lost one's soul"

Zhou Shiyu said lightly.

"Lost souls?"

"Well, there is no cure, and the soul is ...... that hurts the soul."

Zhou Shiyu raised his head and turned his head to look at Gu Xiaozhao.

In the dark, her eyes were shining, like two crystal clear opals.

"Before, my father asked me to send him back to the Hengduan Mountains to be buried with my mother, but I ......"

Speaking of this, Zhou Shiyu's voice finally carried some sadness.

"Not only do I not remember what my mother looked like, but I also can't remember where my mother is buried, and now, I just hope that my father will have a moment of soberness and tell me where my mother is buried......

"Why?"

Gu Xiaozhao was a little surprised.

From the beginning, he felt that Zhou Shiyu was a little inappropriate.

It's just that he still has the thinking of an earthling, and he is unwilling to ask about other people's privacy, so he doesn't find out the root cause of the other party's experience over the years.

Now, I heard that Zhou Shiyu didn't even know where his mother's grave was.

Inevitably a little surprised.

"It's a long story......"

Zhou Shiyu sighed and told Gu Xiaozhao a story related to herself.

It's just that her memory is broken, and this story is incomplete.

In Zhou Shiyu's memory, the only thing she can clearly remember is the experience after the age of ten.

At that time, she practiced at a Taoist temple called Yuquanguan, the owner of which was a female Taoist priest in her forties, and outsiders called her Yuquanzi.

There were also seven or eight girls of the same age who practiced with Zhou Shiyu.

When Zhou Shiyu was practicing in Yuquan Temple, his father Zhou Sen made a living by growing vegetables and hunting in front of Yuquan Temple.

So, she has the impression of a father.

After losing the memories of the past, Zhou Sen told her the story of her childhood, wanting to evoke her memories, but in her ears, she felt as if she was listening to someone else's story, and she didn't feel it at all.

And, the next day, she would forget what Zhou Sen said.

As long as it is related to the past, it will be forgotten.

Speaking of which, Zhou Shiyu shouldn't have told Gu Xiaozhao such a secret.

After all, to her, Gu Xiaozhao was just a familiar stranger.

However, Zhou Shiyu still said it in one go, she believed in her instincts, and she believed that Gu Xiaozhao was the key to retrieving her memory.

She didn't have to hide anything from him.

So, she continued.