Sorry, master, my junior sister has surrendered to the enemy!

"What's wrong? Are you sleepy after waiting for too long?" A gentle male voice interrupted Chu Yu's thoughts, and Sect Leader Mo Yun came to the two of them quietly.

"Master." Sun Yifei stood up with a happy look on his face. He had already become accustomed to calling him Master.

Chu Yu also stood up to greet him. Her face was a little pale, so Sect Leader Mo Yun thought she was tired of waiting.

"I was just thinking about something, so I was a little distracted. Thank you for your concern, Master." Chu Yu adjusted himself and responded politely.

Mo Yun didn't think much about it, just nodded, and then sat down at the stone table naturally.

"Yifei, go and look after your brother. Tell me when he wakes up." Mo Yun told Sun Yifei, who took the order and walked away.

Chu Yu stood beside the headmaster in a reserved manner. Mo Yun looked back and saw that she was still standing there, with an empty look in her eyes as if she was thinking about something. He couldn't help but laugh: "What's wrong with you? Sit down."

"Oh!" Chu Yu seemed to suddenly realize something. He quickly adjusted his state, sat respectfully opposite the head, and waited for instructions seriously.

Mo Yun looked at Chu Yu with deep eyes. He felt that Chu Yu's state today was very strange, but also somewhat familiar. He seemed to have seen this state in someone before. Was it...

"Heh~"

Chu Yu heard Sect Leader Mo Yun chuckle, raised his head in a daze, and saw Mo Yun's eyes up close.

Has anyone ever said before that Sect Leader Mo Yun’s pupils are weird?

There were zigzag lines on his iris that radiated from the pupil. The amber pupil in his right eye made him look oppressive and difficult to look directly at. The amber color became lighter and lighter, feeling like the sun, while the color of his left eye became darker and darker, like the vast night sky.

Chu Yu felt like an ordinary living being exposed under the sky, with every move being watched by God.

At this moment, she suddenly remembered the name that resounded throughout the Nine Continents before Sect Leader Mo Yun became a god - the Eyes of the Silent World.

He knows his own thoughts!

Would he believe what he said?

Chu Yu suddenly wanted to speak, but saw that Mo Yun's eyes had returned to normal.

"Are you all like this?"

Mo Yun's question left Chu Yu confused.

"What?" She responded with a confused look on her face.

"Second Uncle is sometimes like you, in this state of emptiness and confusion. To be rude, I have always wanted to figure out what Second Uncle is thinking. Until one time, he gave me a chance to look at him carefully with my own eyes, but I couldn't understand."

"What are you thinking about, Chu Yu?"

As soon as Mo Yun asked this, Chu Yu suddenly had an urge to tell him about his memory loss.

She briefly explained that she had lost some of her memories, and even became more and more excited while speaking. She was eager to find someone to agree with her. Since Mo Yun's eyes could distinguish between truth and falsehood, he would definitely understand what she was thinking...

Right?

Mo Yun looked at her for a while, then shook his head.

Seeing the Sect Leader's action, Chu Yu's heart sank to the bottom.

"If you tell the truth, my right eye will confirm you. If you tell a lie, my left eye will see through you." Mo Yun closed his pupils, and his tone was emotionless: "But what you just said, my left eye and right eye can't understand."

"Chu Yu, what you said may be true or false. You may think that what you said is true, so you think you are not lying. But my right eye tells me that things like flower boats and nightmare corpses do not exist."

After hearing this, Chu Yu could only lower her head. All traces of the existence of those things had been completely erased, and she had no evidence.

It's ridiculous that she now needs to rely on a spirit that once wanted to take over her body to identify with her.

[It's useless,] the voice of the soul sounded in her sea of ​​consciousness, [We can only rely on ourselves.]

This was said as if they were already in the same boat.

[As long as people still live on the Jiuzhou Continent, they won't remember these things.] The soul sighed helplessly, and wanted to float around but found that it was still locked in the barrier.

[Then how do you remember? ] Chu Yu's voice rang out in his sea of ​​consciousness.

[Because I am not a living person, it is unfair for those things to miss out on a dead person like me.] The soul said unhappily.

If this is the case, then Sun Yifei also has a soul in his body, but he still forgot it, which means that the demon god was really suppressed by him.

[You seem to know a lot about those things.] Chu Yu asked Shenhun tentatively.

[Then do you have a better explanation? Isn't the biggest difference between you and me the same as mine to death? ] Shenhun choked back.

This... seems to be fine.

Chu Yu ignored Shenhun. Sect Leader Mo Yun was still beside her. This was not the right time for her to be distracted.

Seeing that Chu Yu was no longer having these wild thoughts, Mo Yun thought that she was a little tired these days and turned to talking about business.

"I called you here today for two reasons. The first one is for this——"

After saying that, a book appeared in Mo Yun's hand. He gently turned the pages, revealing lines of familiar words.

Before the retreat, the Second Elder came to Chu Yu to ask about the inscription. She copied a book of poems in Chinese characters for the Second Elder, and then wrote it again in the language of this world so that they could understand it.

"Did you write this?" asked Sect Leader Mo Yun.

"No." Chu Yu replied.

"Oh?" Mo Yun raised his eyebrows and asked, "Who wrote that?"

Chu Yu pointed to the short line of words next to the poem and said, "This poem was written by Li Bai."

Then she turned to the next page and pointed to another name: "This one is still Li Bai, and that one is Du Fu."

She repeated these actions, reciting the names of the poets one by one.

Mo Yun interrupted her, thinking that if he didn't stop her, the child would be honest enough to flip through the whole book.

"I have never heard of these people. When Mingchen first came to me, he kept praising you. He said your inscriptions were very interesting. He also said that you had always denied that you wrote these inscriptions. He was afraid that you were too modest and wanted me to reward you. But as we delved into these inscriptions, he and I gradually realized that you might not be lying and these things really were not written by you."

"These were definitely not written by me." Chu Yu replied. She never said that she claimed these as her own.

Mo Yun nodded and said with a smile: "You have been very honest from beginning to end. Even if you forged these inscriptions, we have no reason to doubt you. Do you want to know how I figured it out?"

"Master, please speak."

After listening to it, Mo Yun casually turned a page and first praised it: "This article is really well written, but it gives people a very sad feeling, 'The country is destroyed but the mountains and rivers remain, the city is covered with grass and trees in spring... My white hair is getting shorter and shorter, and I can hardly hold a hairpin'. You should not have experienced these tragic things of the country being destroyed and the family being ruined, right?"

Chu Yu responded casually: "Of course not."

Mo Yun nodded, turned to another article, and praised: "This article is about strange and bizarre things, unlike the usual sentences describing the sound of the guzheng, 'Kunshan jade shatters, the phoenix calls, the lotus weeps in the dew, the fragrant orchid laughs', the writing style is too different from the previous one, this inscription master must be a genius."

"And this one, it's majestic and full of heroic spirit, and it's very different in style from the two just now. It doesn't look like it was written by the same person." Mo Yun opened another one, and at the beginning, a few big characters caught his eye: [Have you not seen that the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns. ]

Mo Yun praised and pointed at a few words and asked, "But I'm curious, where is this place called Huanghe? Who are this Master Cen and Dan Qiusheng?"

“Hahahahaha…” Chu Yu also laughed when he heard this question, and pointed at the author’s name and replied, “Those two are Li Bai’s friends. The Yellow River is a very long river, not the name of a place.”

"Okay, okay," Mo Yun also smiled and asked jokingly, "Is the genius who wrote these inscriptions also your friend?"

Chu Yu shook his head repeatedly: "Of course not, all the poets listed here, they can't possibly know me, but I have memorized all these poems."

If she knew all of them, she would have to have lived on Earth for at least two thousand years, right?

"Yeah." Mo Yun nodded. Apart from the strange words he just said, Chu Yu had never lied in front of him. He was always very accurate in judging people. Since Ming Chen said that this book was very useful, he would give Chu Yu a credit for presenting the book.

He had never heard of these inscription geniuses in the books in Jiuzhou Continent. Although Chu Yu had always said that they were poets, Mo Yun did not intend to ask in detail. If he had the chance to meet them in the future, that would be the best. If he couldn't, he would have to admit it was a pity, because their inscriptions would cause a sensation in all the weapon-refining families in Jiuzhou Continent.

Mo Yun put the book away. Since he had confirmed the origin of the inscriptions with Chu Yu, Xuan Xiashan just had to make good use of them.

Little did people know that several years later, a group of inscription geniuses emerged on the continent of Jiuzhou. Their inscriptions were widely circulated, but these geniuses lived in seclusion from the world, like a dragon that was hard to find. No one had ever seen them. They each had their own title, such as Mr. Qinglian and Mr. Yi'an. Each one was more mysterious than the other, which attracted countless equipment refiners to follow suit. But that's a story for later.

……

On the other side, Mo Yun immediately talked to Chu Yu about the second thing: "There is one more thing. I believe you know the purpose of Xiaoyao Sword Sect holding the sword cultivator gathering, right?"

Chu Yu nodded, indicating that he understood clearly: "I heard that it is to select outstanding sword cultivators and give them the opportunity to train in Xiaoyao Sword Sect for a year."

Mo Yun saw that Chu Yu understood, and then he took out an invitation: "This is an invitation personally sent by the head of the Sword Sect. I hope you, Sheng'er, and Ao Zheng can go to Xiaoyao Sword Sect to communicate with the disciples. You don't have to stay for a full year, three months will be enough. However, I think the head of the Sword Sect wants to borrow my disciples from Xuanxia Mountain to train their people. Sheng'er and Ao Zheng have already agreed. I wanted to ask Second Uncle directly, but I couldn't find him, so I decided to ask you in person."

Chu Yu took the invitation and took a look at it. It was written by the head of "Xiao Yao Sword" himself, and her name was indeed written on it. In this situation, it would seem impolite to refuse it, and it would be bad to reject the kindness of the senior, so Chu Yu agreed.

It’s just Zhongzhou, just go there again.