was surprised because he left, but the perspective stayed in Qingfu Mountain, but Chen Weiming was immediately relieved.

When he left here and saw Ou Yuzhi again, he was already controlled by the people of the Heavenly Palace, and his personality had changed a lot, not to mention the big changes.

Especially when they met again, the angry sword, and the sad roar, questioning whether she was Chen Pan's Ji Xuefu or her senior brother Chen, all meant that a lot of things must have happened to her in those years.

But at the moment, he couldn't do anything, he could only watch, listen, and feel what Ou Yuzhi was thinking.

His departure did not make Ou Yuzhi break off this feeling, but became extremely missive.

When Zhang Changning complained about the failure of alchemy, he missed himself.

When the cultivation of swordsmanship is not smooth, I miss myself.

When the disciples of each mountain compete, they thought about themselves.

......

Even when I see the male and female monks walking together, talking and laughing, I miss myself.

That kind of longing is like a kind of Gu poison buried in her heart, more and more, deeper and deeper, like a maggot on the tarsal bone, entangled all over her body, seeping into the bone marrow.

That kind of longing is like a gust of wind, which will not whistle by, but will moisten things silently, filling every corner of the inner world, everywhere, and even in the soul.

That kind of bland love, like flowing water, is the most touching to people's hearts, and Chen Weiming burst into tears when he saw it.

He has always felt that he is a lonely guest at the end of the world, his grandmother does not hurt, and his uncle does not love him, because there is no grandmother and uncle. The master does not exist, Meng Haoran takes care of himself, just because of Li Qinglian, and Li Qinglian takes care of himself because of the three-foot sword.

The so-called brothers, at that time, there was only a barely counted Soul Knife.

But the Mortal Dao is not a gentle person, a person who forces himself to break the path of heaven in order to achieve his goal, he can face each other with swords, and even a person who dies together if he does not break the path of heaven.

It was Ji Xuefu who could die for herself, but Ji Xuefu was not for herself, but for Chen Pan.

It seems that only the three-foot sword is different to itself, but that is too far away to be a legend.

And today, Chen Weiming suddenly discovered that there was a woman who cared so much about herself a long time ago.

How similar the fates are, I have seen Chen Pan's memory of Ji Xuefu through the Ruyi Golden Hoop Stick and the Heaven-Turning Seal, which is also quite similar. When Chen Pan was ignorant and didn't know his feelings, Ji Xuefu had a deep affection for him.

There is a gentle and beautiful woman who cares so much about herself, it is really ...... A very helpful thing. Especially watching all this happen, feeling the other person's thoughts, and confirming their own memories, it actually gave birth to an indescribable sense of happiness in my heart.

At this moment, Chen Weiming wanted to cry, not tears. There are various possibilities for crying, but there is only one way to cry: sadness.

He suddenly felt as if he had failed an affectionate feeling, a feeling that he didn't know much, but was incomparably full.

Thoughts are knotted, like a rock.

Every day, I look at the mountain from afar, hoping to see that familiar figure. Repeating day by day, everything around you becomes boring and boring.

What I see every day is the same thing, but in Chen Weiming's eyes, it is not monotonous, and even at this moment, I have a feeling of gratitude to the Lord of Desire. If it weren't for him, he might never have known about these things.

It's a pity that the idiot waited, and it was not the person who wanted it, but a group of intruders. The powerful monk, Qingfu Mountain can be called defenseless in front of them, so he took Ou Yuzhi away directly.

A woman who doesn't have the mentality of a strong person, a woman whose talent is not so extraordinary, these times have passed, and her cultivation has not improved much, but it is only in the realm of heavenly immortals.

"It's so weak, it's not good!"

With a word in the shadows, the people of the Heavenly Palace began to forcibly improve her cultivation.

Pills, natural treasures, corpse insects, Gu poison...... All the means that could improve her cultivation were added to her. Each of these methods can bring terrible consequences, the whole body is bloated like a floating corpse, the meridians are shattered, the body is exploded, and the poisonous smoke is incomplete......

Each method is enough to make a normal monk die thousands of times, but after all, this body was once extreme, and the Heavenly Palace of Judgment had a lot of life-saving things, so that Ou Yuzhi was snatched back from the brink of death every time.

At the same time, there were all kinds of beatings and coercion, asking Ou Yuzhi to listen to their orders to do things and do things that calculated themselves.

But no matter what they do, Ou Yuzhi will not win, and he will not even respond. Since the beginning of abuse, I have never said a word, just grit my teeth and bear it.

And no matter what she has experienced, there will never be a hole in this woman's eyes, and in addition to indifference, she can see a little spark in her eyes, an inextinguishable spark.

It was a spark of faith, as if believing that someone would come to her rescue.

Chen Weiming was even more sad and ashamed, because at that time, he may have been with the demon clan, maybe wandering in various star fields, but he really rarely thought of her, let alone knew all this.

When Ou Yuzhi was promoted to the sub-saint realm by various means, the endless torture finally stopped, and the Lord of Desire finally appeared in front of her for the first time.

This God, who is good at peeking into people's hearts, didn't say much nonsense, but just asked directly: "Do you love Chen Weiming?"

"Love!"

Ou Yuzhi finally spoke again, his eyes firm.

"How much love!"

"You can die!"

The question was short, and the answer was crisp, which made Chen Weiming's heart tremble.

"Then do you know Ji Xuefu?"

"I don't know!"

"I can tell you that it's the woman who is fighting with you for her body. And Chen Weiming is special to you, not because of yourself, but because of Ji Xuefu. It's not you he's looking for, it's Ji Xuefu!"

As the Lord of Desire spoke, he stretched out a finger and nodded at Ou Yuzhi's forehead. At that moment, countless pictures began to bloom in Ou Yuzhi's heart, and the little spark in his eyes gradually dissipated.

Apathy, hollowness.

Outside the Heavenly Palace.

The two figures finally separated in the fierce battle and the violent vitality turmoil.

"Hahaha!"

The Lord of Oblivion laughed, "How do you feel now, how many supernatural powers can you remember, how many means?"

At this time, the Immortal Knife was wounded, the black blood continued to deepen, and the vitality of life was passing. What's even worse is that he has not only forgotten a lot of supernatural powers, but even one eye and one ear seem to be non-existent, and he can't sense them.

"It's not just the memories that are forgotten, it's the body's abilities. One eye, one ear, and that's just the beginning. Didn't you ask me how to kill people in oblivion?"

The Lord of Oblivion stretched out a hand, as if in his hands: "When you forget that you are still alive, you are naturally dead!"

"Death is the end of my practice!"

The Dark Knife shouted, and all the blood that flowed out gathered on the black knife, and in an instant, the power of death was urged to the extreme.

The sword of defeat rose to the sky, as if it had rushed into the nine heavens.