After three years, Ning Wujian returned to Zhangjiazhen again.

With the destruction of the Xuanxin Dao, the entire cultivation sect above Kyushu fell into a brief silence.

No one dares to act rashly at such a time, the entire Kyushu is filled with a mysterious atmosphere, and in the undercurrent, Ning Wujian does not know what will become of the future.

Since the old demon of Montenegro took action to clean up the spies of the Righteous Demon Sect, the two realms of Kyushu and the Righteous Demon seem to have reached a consensus, and they will no longer send people to follow Ning Wuji, and it seems that they have given up.

Ning Wujian will naturally not be confused by such an illusion, the world is bustling for profit, and the righteous demon monk is no exception, if he can't eat any benefits on himself in a short period of time, it doesn't mean that he has to give up his piece of fat, as long as the rumored treasure is still on himself, he doesn't want to have peace one day.

Ning Wuqian returned to Zhangjia Town alone, such a treacherous character as the old demon of Montenegro could naturally smell something unusual, and after getting the Yin Soul Wood, he was eager to improve his strength, found a place to retreat, and went to retreat.

Strength is the foundation of life, without strength, you can only be a lamb to the slaughter, this point, whether it is Ning Wujian or the old demon of Montenegro, they have a deep experience.

After leaving for three years and coming back, there will always be some feelings of being wrong, but Zhangjiazhen gives Ning Wuqian a strange feeling.

If he hadn't known that this was Zhangjiazhen, he would have wondered if he had made a mistake.

There is no city wall, and there is no Zhang Mansion, when Ning Wuqian asked the people in the town about the Zhang Mansion, the people in the town looked at him in confusion, their eyes widened, and said that how could there be a Zhang Mansion here?

Ning Wuqian knew that Zhangjiazhen must have experienced an accident, otherwise, there would not be such a big change.

Just about to leave Zhangjia Town, Ning Wuqian was suddenly attracted by a figure, his eyes swept over the crowd, and fell on a beggar who was trying to crawl forward, that figure seemed to be somewhat familiar.

It was a dirty beggar, dressed in rags, ragged, with a disheveled head, a dirty face, a pair of blank eyes, a broken leg, and what seemed to be a serious wound on his body, and from time to time coughing up a mouthful of blood.

When the beggar passed, everyone showed disgust, as if there was something terrible about the beggar, and they all avoided it.

"Isn't that, Zhang He? How did he end up in such a situation?"

Ning Wujian rubbed his eyes and confirmed that it was Zhang He, he still remembered that when he went to Zhangjiazhen three years ago, it was Zhang He who took them to see Zhang Yuanwai, but in three years, Zhang He turned into a beggar and broke a leg.

Zhang He did not beg, he climbed forward step by step, it was already evening at this time, and most of the sun had set in the west, leaving only a bend of golden-red teeth hanging on the top of the mountain, and the oblique light was sprinkled on Zhang He's body, making it look very vicissitudes.

Ning Wuqian is not a person who repays grievances with virtue, Zhang He and Fu Bo did not hesitate to let his brother go to prison in order to protect themselves, although it has long passed, and he has no longer pursued it, but at this time, when he saw Zhang He's tragic situation, he didn't have any sympathy in his heart, but he wondered in his heart, why Zhang He became like this, and the changes in Zhangjiazhen, maybe Zhang He knew something.

Yaoyao followed Zhang He, Ning Wuqian got out of Zhangjia Town, Zhang He's crawling speed was not fast, out of the town, he held on to a tree, took out the crutches hidden under the tree, and walked slowly towards the mountain with one leg.

Climb over a hill and there is a temple in front of you.

It was already dark, and Zhang He walked in, and the fire was shining inside, and beside the campfire, there sat beggars in the same ragged clothes.

Apparently this is where beggars live.

"Yo, Lord Zhang didn't beg for food?"

The thin beggar sitting by the fire sneered disdainfully, chatting and laughing with a few beggars.

Zhang He ignored these people either, walked to the side by himself, lay down in the haystack in the corner of the wall, closed his eyes and rested.

"Oh, eat, only when you are full will you have the strength to beg!"

An old beggar came over, handed Zhang He a roasted sweet potato, and sat down himself, nibbling on a sweet potato.

"Thank you!"

Zhang He was not polite, took the roasted sweet potato, and didn't care about the heat, and gobbled it up.

"It's strange, why do you go there when you know that Zhangjiazhen can't get food?" the old beggar looked at Zhang He and asked.

Zhang He was indeed very hungry, even the sweet potato was scorched with skin and even the soil swallowed in his stomach, leaned against the wall, and did not speak.

"I'm waiting for someone. ”

After a long time, Zhang Hecai slowly spoke, his eyes squinted, as if he was recalling something.

"Wait for whom?" The old beggar glanced at Zhang He in surprise, and then said to himself: "Except for the original Zhang Mansion, you don't have any family, is it some distant relative, it's not right, I haven't heard of any relatives in you." ”

"Not a relative, a stranger. ”

"Stranger? Half a year ago, Zhang's Mansion was burned down by a fire, could it be the arsonist? It's strange to say, the fire burned inexplicably, and it burned all the memories of everyone in Zhangjia Town, and the people I knew before didn't know each other anymore, which is really strange. ”

The old beggar muttered, rolled over, rolled up a handful of hay, and went to sleep.

Zhang He's expression was complicated, and he sighed again, lay down in the haystack, and closed his eyes.

At night, the temple fell into silence, beggars are also people, begging every day is also very tiring, going to bed early and getting up early is also a good habit that every good beggar should have.

Outside the temple, a gust of yin wind blew, and a faint black mist drifted in with the yin wind.

"Huhuhu......"

The fire is soaring, and the flames are burning.

Zhang He seems to have returned to the night half a year ago, a group of black-clothed people suddenly rushed into Zhang's mansion, these people killed people when they saw them, and soon, more than 100 people in Zhang's mansion fell in a pool of blood, Fu Bo and Zhang Yuanwai, all of them were killed.

When those black-clothed people appeared, Zhang He hid, but unfortunately, he was still found, he was cut off by a sword, and he was also stabbed in the chest, but because his heart was three points away from ordinary people, he picked up a life.

Before he fell unconscious, he vaguely heard the men seem to be looking for something, and mentioned a name.

Rather than flawless!

Zhang He had even forgotten about this person, it took him a long time to recall this person, he thought of Ningjia Village, which was slaughtered not long ago, Ning Wuqian was a person from Ningjia Village, he felt that if Ning Wuqian didn't die, he would come back one day, this was an intuition.

Later, Zhang He escaped from Zhangjiazhen and broke another leg, and he became a beggar and recuperated for a long time.

When he returned to Zhangjia Town, everything changed, all the people he knew before didn't know him anymore, and when it came to Zhangfu, no one knew Lu Dao, this was not an ordinary person's means, Zhang He had seen those black-clothed people with flying swords and strange people with flames coming out of their fingertips, and it was possible to erase some memories.

He had nightmares again.

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