After Yun Mengyao learned the news of Ling Yifan's accident, the figure moving forward suddenly stopped, and in the vast world, she suddenly felt that she didn't know where to go.

Now the only thing she can go to is the remnants of the sect, before leaving, she has learned about the recent situation of the sect from the mouth of the patriarch, although the current sect is weak, but because of Ling Yifan's relationship and the protection of the Holy Sect, so it is safe and sound.

At the moment, it was Ling Yifan who made her unable to put her mind at ease, Yun Mengyao looked at the endless heaven and earth, turned over her hand and took out a piece of jade slip, which she had been carrying with her when she was in the sect, and it had Ling Yifan's divine sense mark on it.

Looking at the jade slip in her hand, Yun Mengyao said silently: "In my lifetime, I hope I can find him through you!"

Immediately, Yun Mengyao put away the jade slip, looked at the figures that hurried by from time to time not far away, and said secretly in her heart: "It seems that there is no possibility around here, so many people have not found it, it must not be around here, and there is no need to look for those who are close to the Holy Sect!"

Yun Mengyao secretly thought in her heart, the closer to the Holy Sect, the more impossible it was to save it, because it had already been turned over by the people of the Holy Sect, and if you wanted to find it, you could only try your luck in a remote and remote place.

Thinking of this, Yun Mengyao didn't know where to go, so she could only leave here temporarily and aimlessly look for the remote mountains.

Yun Mengyao flew towards the distance, while secretly thinking in her heart, if she couldn't find Ling Yifan's whereabouts within half a year, then she had to go back to the sect to take a look.

At this time, no one knew the pain and helplessness in her heart, flying aimlessly in the air, Yun Mengyao put away her complicated feelings, and couldn't help but worry about Ling Yifan.

From the news released by the Holy Sect, although it does not mention who the mysterious organization is, but. Judging from 'from the Heavenly Demon State', Yun Mengyao had already guessed that the mastermind behind the plot against Ling Yifan was the Dark Palace.

Because the only one who can severely damage the well-protected Holy Son under the nose of the Holy Sect is this mysterious dark temple, Yun Mengyao knows the terrifying and mysterious nature of this dark temple, and even that special ancient clan can control it, let alone infiltrate the Holy Sect.

What Yun Mengyao didn't expect was even more. The Dark Temple actually valued Ling Yifan so much that even in the Holy Sect, it would not hesitate to get rid of him.

Yun Mengyao, who was full of worry and anxiety in her heart, felt the sound transmission jade slip on her body at the same time, she also spread out her divine sense and looked around, day by day, Yun Mengyao ate and drank dew, and when she was tired, she rested between the mountains and fields for a while, and then continued to search.

In the village of Ruixue

Since the young man passed on the girl's mantra that day, the girl obviously felt that the aura in her body was much stronger than before, and her cultivation speed was also much faster.

Since then. The girl's gaze was different when she looked at the youth again, in her eyes before, the young man was just an ordinary person, even if he had a little cultivation, he was useless because he was injured. At the moment, the young man seemed to have regained a little memory, at least he had not heard this mantra mention it before.

Maybe he wasn't a powerful monk, but at least he was much stronger than himself for now, and the girl had no illusions of flying to the sky. As long as you can learn three tricks and two ways to defend yourself, you can do it.

At this time, the girl stood beside the young man. After hesitating for a moment, he still asked, "Your memory has recovered a little!"

"Well, there are a little more images than before, and it's still incoherent, but it's better than at the beginning!" replied the young man.

The girl nodded and comforted, "It will get better and better after a long time." By the way, you're a monk, aren't you?"

After the girl finished speaking, she looked at the young man nervously, and from the mantra passed on to him by the young man, he was sure that he was a monk, but I didn't know if he was a powerful monk.

I saw the young man groan slightly. He replied to the girl, "It should be!"

Seeing that the young man had confirmed his thoughts, the girl asked a little nervously: "Are you powerful? What abilities do monks have? It is said that all powerful monks can fly, can you fly?" After speaking, the girl's heart fluttered nervously, and she looked at the young man fixedly, waiting for his answer.

The young man frowned slightly, his eyes were thoughtful, and after a long time, he said softly: "I don't know, it shouldn't be!"

After hearing this, the girl sighed secretly, and was suddenly a little disappointed, it was her own expectations that were too high, how could he fly, maybe he was from the Imperial City, maybe he was a more powerful guard of the Imperial City.

Thinking about it, the girl did not speak again, but sat directly beside the young man, looking into the distance in a daze.

In the past few days, the pictures in the young man's mind have gradually increased, and the picture that flashes the most is the strange and familiar beautiful woman.

Every time the woman appeared, he felt a kind of warmth, and an indescribable longing permeated his heart, and he only knew that the woman must be very important to him. But he couldn't remember who she was, let alone who he was, which made the young man extremely distressed and painful.

When he had time, the young man kept recalling in his mind the beautiful shadow that had appeared countless times, trying to find something!

At this moment, the old man walked out of the room and beckoned to the girl, "Xiaoling, take your things with you, and go with grandpa to repair the fence of the vegetable garden!"

The girl agreed, and then ordered the young man on the side: "Wood, you go and help grandpa repair the fence!"

Seeing this, the old man smiled at the girl and scolded: "You little girl, you know how to bully people, hurry up and follow me!"

The young man was greeted by the girl, and he was embarrassed not to go, and was about to get up, when the old man hurriedly said, "You don't have to go, there is not much work in total, and you don't need to eat a meal, Xiaoling and I can do it!"

After speaking, he glanced at the girl, "Don't hurry up and get the things right!"

The girl turned her head and stuck out her tongue at the young man, and pretended to be generous: "For grandpa's sake, I won't bother you today, you can continue to be in a daze!" After speaking, she took the tools to repair the fence and followed the old man out of the courtyard gate.

Ling Yifan watched the old man and young man walk out of the courtyard, mending the broken wooden fence in the vegetable garden not far away, and occasionally heard a few crisp laughter of young girls.

At this time, it was almost dusk, looking at the figures of the two of them stretched by the sunset, the young man's heart moved inexplicably, I don't know why, this harmonious scene made the young man a little moved!

In the fragments of memory, all kinds of killings, battles, and blood appeared from time to time, and this kind of quiet warmth in front of him made the young man feel extremely comfortable in his subconscious, as if he had not enjoyed this kind of comfortable warmth for a long, long time.

The air here is not bloody as it remembers, but with an unusual freshness, and the mountain breeze here is not cold and bleak as it remembers, but with a sense of peace. The simple villagers here make him feel a little familiar, as if he has been in his long memory!

At this time, in a remote and barren corner in the northeast of the land of Lingyun Prefecture, a white figure was flying silently, her speed was very slow, as if she was afraid of missing something.

It was Yun Mengyao who flew in the barren mountains and mountains, at this time, this place was already on the edge of Lingyun Prefecture, not to mention the cultivation of the true sect, even ordinary mortals were very few, and they were sparsely populated.

Yun Mengyao didn't know how she came here along the way, but the more remote the place she instinctively felt, the more likely she was to find Ling Yifan, and after searching for more than two months, she didn't know if there would be results if she continued to search aimlessly like this.

As if it was a traction in the dark, she was inexplicably brought here, Yun Mengyao took out the jade slip on her body from time to time to take a look, hoping that there would be a miracle, in fact, she could also sense the changes in the jade slip without taking it out, which shows how anxious and expectant Yun Mengyao was!

Suddenly, a small sect appeared in her divine sense, and Yun Mengyao sighed lightly, it is rare to see a sect in this remote frontier place. In her divine sense, the highest cultivation in this sect was only a mid-Yuan Infant cultivator, and there were only a few dozen people in the entire sect.

Think about it, how can there be more disciples in building the sect in such a place, there are not many mortals within a radius of tens of thousands of miles, let alone choosing disciples among these people.

Just as Yun Mengyao was muttering to herself in her heart, suddenly, Yun Mengyao's whole body shook and looked at the jade slip in her arms incredibly. (To be continued......)