The male god of quick time travel, give me face

Chapter 1200 The Origin (194)

As for whether he will come back, he can't say for sure. After all, immortals basically stay in the fairy world.

His concubine sister was greedy for the fairy world, and she would not come down for hundreds of years, and finally came back as a corpse.

He didn't really die and woke up, and immediately ran to the fairyland. After he settled down at night, he ascended to the fairyland, and he also went to the fairyland to see what's good there.

Wen Chen breathed a sigh of relief. An Jiu hadn't been promoted to immortality yet, so he wasn't the one who had been transformed.

After An Luohao finished speaking, Wenchen didn't respond. He was alone in a daze, so he stood quietly without interrupting Wenchen's thoughts.

An Luoye went back and forth very quickly. After he came out, he released the horse from the pet bag, got on the horse and galloped out first, "Brothers, let's race horses and see who gets out of the city first."

Unwilling to be left behind, An Luohao jumped on his horse and followed closely behind.

Compared with the immortal's long life, they were all still teenagers. Boys were naturally unwilling to lag behind when it came to competition. When Wenchen saw his two younger brothers running away, he quickly mounted his horse and galloped towards the city gate.

The three of them raced horses, and in the end, of course, Wenchen won. He collected the horse outside the city gate, stepped on the flying sword and turned into a streamer, to watch the excitement of the fairy disappearing.

The closer to the destination, the bigger the spiritual rain, and the purer the spiritual power contained in the spiritual rain.

Wenchen looked at the distant sky, because it was the rain falling from the immortal, the stars in the sky did not disappear, but the light was much dimmer than before, as if they were sending mourning for the immortal.

After arriving at the place, the spiritual rain became smaller again, and a group of monks gathered on the top of the mountain, rummaging for things.

It's been more than an hour and I'm still looking for it, and there's a high probability that I haven't found anything.

Seeing this situation, An Luohao and An Luoye also joined the search team. They were not looking for any relics, but simply wanted to know the identity of the Sitting Immortal.

You must know that there are only a handful of immortals who come to the lower realm to sit and transform. From ancient times to the present, there have not been more than five people. They have never seen what a real immortal looks like, so they have to be curious.

etc!Wenchen brother is not a fairy.

amount……

An Luoye glanced at her elder brother silently, recalling how stupid he was when she met Wenchen brother a year ago, suddenly felt that immortals are also very down-to-earth, no different from them.

Withdrawing his sight, he continued to search with the team until the rain stopped in the morning, and he turned the place upside down, but still found nothing.

The sun rises, except that the aura in the air is more intense, everything is as it was yesterday, as if the fairy sitting and turning into a dream is just a dream.

But the people around told them that this was not a dream, there were indeed immortals sitting and melting, but nothing was left behind.It seems that I have handed over a magic weapon to others long ago, and I am sitting here, just to find a clean.

Without the relic, no one would know who the celestial being was, so everyone had to disperse.

On the way back, Wenchen and An Luohao An Luoye didn't step on the flying sword, but rode back to the city slowly.

"Brother, everyone says that immortal cultivators go against the sky, and once they set foot on the immortal path, they will have no afterlife. Is this true?"

Wen Chen was absent-minded, "I've never died, how would I know?"

"..." Okay, pretend I didn't ask.

Seeing Wenchen's perfunctory answer, An Luoye wisely didn't speak again.

Wen Chen lowered his eyes and stroked a bracelet made of red thread in his hand.

When they were following the team, he picked it up at the bottom of the mountain facing the top of the mountain.

The red thread is just an ordinary red thread, with only a little bit of residual spiritual power on it. When others see it, they glance away and look away. He picks it up because there is an identical red thread on his wrist.

The coil of the bracelet he picked up was much smaller than the one on his wrist. It should have been worn by a woman. He didn't remember where the red line bracelet on his wrist came from, so he didn't know if he was in love with anyone before he lost his memory.

Wenchen looked at it for a long time, put away the bracelet, and turned to look at An Luohao aside, "Luohao, I want to ask you something."

An Luohao chuckled and patted his chest, "What's the matter, brother, my brother must know everything and say everything."

Wenchen asked: "With amnesia due to injury, will you completely forget everything in the past?" So clean that he didn't even have muscle memory.

He seemed to see everything new, since he was injured until now, there has never been a situation where when he meets people and things in the past, the pictures of the past will flash in his mind.

Midnight dreamed back to how he was against An Jiu, when he went out to play with his brothers, what delicious food would his mother give him, all he knew about his past was from other people's mouths.

No empathy, just laugh it off.

He was not interested in the self before he lost his memory, but after An Jiu left, he wanted to understand his past.

I want to know what kind of person he used to be, whether he had a woman he loved in the past, whether An Jiu was sent to take care of him later, or whether they have known each other all along, what is An Jiu's identity, An Jiu... …

For several days, he missed An Jiu, and wondered if he was doing well now.

Wen Chen sighed faintly as he thought about it.

Seeing that Wen Chen was depressed, An Luohao thought about it carefully and said, "There are several types of amnesia. There is post-traumatic amnesia, which means forgetting what happened before and after the injury. Selective amnesia means selectively forgetting what happened to you the most Painful memories, there are also those with complete amnesia, that is, they forget everything, even their own name, just like the situation after my brother woke up from an injury. Only the amnesiac knows if it is really all gone .”

Wen Chen nodded, "Luo Hao, can you tell me about my past?"

An Luohao scratched the back of his head and smiled sheepishly, "Brother, I was born after you went out for training. I only heard from my father that you were the most naughty when you were a child. You were always against my father. Later, you often went out for training. , he also entered Wanxu Sect, a large sect in the world of immortality. After arriving in the world of immortality, he became a disciple of the powerful Immortal Master Tianchen Sect and was accepted as a closed disciple. I had only met him briefly a few times before, and it was only this year that I got in touch with him. Gotta be more."

"Do I have any friends in the family?" He can ask acquaintances when he gets home.

An Luohao shook his head, "No, I always keep to myself, but with the speed at which I am advancing in cultivation, I probably don't want to be friends with fools."

Seeing that he couldn't get anything out of his question, Wen Chen remained silent.

Back home, An's house was very quiet, and some red things were quietly replaced with light blue decorations.

Seeing the change in the house, Wen Chen stopped for a while and then went to Liu Weixi's yard.

(End of this chapter)