Immortal and Demon Cultivation

Wuyin year, the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, night.

Today is the ninety-second day since Ye Xiaochuan left Cangyun Sect due to an incident with the alliance. In other words, he has been in a coma for three months and two days.

In the courtyard filled with the fragrance of flowers, three people and one national treasure were looking at the stars in the sky.

Yuan Xiaolou is holding Ye Xiaochuan's hand and telling him a story. The story is very suitable for the occasion. Today is the Chinese Valentine's Day, and it tells the well-known story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl.

After Yuan Xiaolou finished telling the story, he said with some sadness: "The Weaver Girl has returned to heaven. From then on, the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl can only meet each other through the Magpie Bridge on the night of Chinese Valentine's Day every year. They are so pitiful."

The old storyteller next to him said: "It's not them who are pitiful, it's the Cowherd who is pitiful, but the Weaver Girl is not pitiful at all."

Yuan Xiaolou said: "Grandpa, what did you say?"

The old storyteller said: "Grandpa, did you say something wrong? One day in the sky and one year on earth. The Cowherd waited eagerly for a year on earth to finally meet his daughter-in-law, the Weaver Girl. But for the Weaver Girl, only one day had passed.

To put it bluntly, the Cowherd becomes the groom once a year and the Weaver Girl becomes the bride every night. Do you think Weaver Girl is pitiful? "

Yuan Xiaolou was a little confused. She didn't know what to say to refute Ye Ye's absurd remarks.

At this moment, Yuan Xiaolou felt that the man's hand he was holding seemed to shake.

She woke up immediately and turned to look at Ye Xiaochuan. Ye Xiaochuan's eyebrows trembled slightly, and he said slowly: "The cold autumn light of silver candles paints the screen, and the small light fan flutters at the fireflies. The moonlight in the sky is as cold as water, lying down to watch the Altair and Vega. A heart-stirring, sad and lingering story Beautiful love, how come it comes from your mouth?

When he came out, he became so vulgar. "

While speaking, Ye Xiaochuan's eyes slowly opened.

At the same time, Cangyun Mountain, Samsara Peak, and Yuanshui Xiaozhu.

Today is the Chinese Valentine's Day. Ning Xiangruo knew that Yun Qiyou liked stargazing and admiring the moon, so she took the unconscious Yun Qiyou out of the room and held a stargazing tea party in the fenced yard of Yuanshui Xiaozhu.

Even Gui Yatou and Princess Xiaoqi were invited. They had not returned to the cell in the back mountain in the middle of the night and stayed in Yuanshui Xiaozhu.

It was a cold night on the mountain, and Yun Qiyou was covered with a snow-white cloak, looking graceful and luxurious.

While a group of women were chattering about the poignant love story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, Yun Qiyou's eyes gently opened.

Like Ye Xiaochuan, she woke up at the same time as Ye Xiaochuan on the night of Chinese Valentine's Day after being in a coma for ninety-two days.

"sister."

Yun Qiyou saw the ghost girl jumping in front of him and called out softly.

All the laughter and laughter froze in an instant, and everyone immediately turned their heads to look at the beautiful woman lying on the chair covered with a big cloak.

Yes, you read that right...

Yun Qiyou, who had been in a coma for three months, finally opened her eyes.

"ah!"

The ghost girl screamed, rushed forward, and shouted: "Little sister! You finally woke up! Thank God, you finally woke up!"

Yun Qiyou slowly turned his head and looked at the women around him. Some of them were familiar, but most of them were unfamiliar.

Ning Xiangruo said: "Little junior sister, how do you feel? Do you feel any discomfort?"

Yun Qiyou's eyes were a little confused and he said something that shocked everyone.

She asked doubtfully: "Little junior sister? Who are you?"

"ah?"

Yang Liudi quickly stretched out his head, pointed at his nose, and shouted: "Little junior sister, do you still remember me?"

Yun Qiyou tried hard to recall, but his head hurt a little. He shook his head and said, "If I don't remember, who are you?"

At this time, everyone realized that something serious had happened.

After some recognition, everyone finally understood one thing.

Yun Qiyou lost his memory.

She didn't completely lose her memory. Maybe God was playing a trick on her. She remembered all the memories in the heaven before she was thirteen, but forgot all the memories of entering Cangyun Mountain after she was thirteen.

Among the people around her, she only knew her sister Guiyatou and Princess Xiaoqi.

As for those senior sisters, she didn't even remember them.

Yun Qiyou woke up. This was a big deal. Regardless of whether she had amnesia or not, she had to report it to the boss as soon as possible.

Soon, many big guys from the Cangyun Sect appeared at Yuanshui Xiaozhu, including Hua Monk Faxiang who was still staying in Cangyun Mountain.

Seeing Monk Hua, the ghost girl was so anxious that she was about to cry and shouted: "Uncle! Uncle! My little sister seems to have lost her memory. Come over and show her!"

Monk Hua ran to Yun Qiyou, who seemed to be weak and still sitting on the chair.

He called softly: "Uncle."

Monk Hua said: "Little devil, you are just talking nonsense. Isn't this normal? You all know me, how can you say that Xiaoyou has lost his memory!"

The ghost girl shouted: "My little sister seems to only remember things in heaven and only knows people in heaven. She seems to be unable to remember the memories after she came to the human world."

When Monk Hua heard this, he immediately realized the seriousness of the matter.

He reached out and gently pried Yun Qiyou's eyelids, and then checked Yun Qiyou's pulse. Everything was normal.

Since there is a problem with memory, it must be related to the soul.

Monk Hua majored in Buddhist teachings and had very strong spiritual power. He immediately detected a ray of spiritual power and entered Yun Qiyou's soul sea, but did not find anything abnormal.

The faces of the Cangyun bosses who came after hearing the inquiry changed drastically when they heard that Yun Qiyou had lost his memory from the lower realm.

Especially Yu Jizi, whose heart felt so cold.

He kept Yun Qiyou in the Cangyun Sect because he wanted to use the evil god's daughter's feelings for the Cangyun Sect to get in touch with the evil god.

Now that Yun Qiyou has forgotten all her memories since the lower world and doesn't remember anyone, how could she still have any feelings for Cangyun Sect?

Yu Jizi said: "Senior Faxiang, how are you doing with Master Nephew Yun?"

Monk Hua said: "When Xiaoyou went down to the lower realm, she was taken away from the time and space channel by an expert, which not only sealed her seven-orificed exquisite heart, but also sealed her memory in the heaven.

This time her mind was opened, and Xuan Ying and others re-sealed it. Her previous memories were probably released by accident, but the memories after the lower realm were sealed. "

Yujizi said: "Can I still get my memory back?"

Monk Hua said: "If it is really related to the sealing of Qiqiao Exquisite Heart, then she should be able to retrieve her memory. Xiaoyou, what is your last memory?" Yun Qiyou thought for a while and said: "Dad, open the Shanhe Sheji Picture sent me to the human world to find a way to heal my heart. In the space passage, I met Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. She took me to the underworld. In the lotus pond, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva and Peacock King Ming washed my marrow.

They sent me and a big glowing blue stone into the space channel, saying they were sending me to the human world. I don’t remember what happened next. "Monk Hua said: "It turns out that the blue crystal meteorite that fell into the world with you back then was really the one given to Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva by the ancestor of Netherworld. What is her purpose in sending the blue crystal back to the world through you? "