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The emerald wood essence is not something that can be taken just by taking it, it has to stay here for a while.

Fang Suyi was half-coaxed and half-deceived by the two, but in the end he was defeated by the incomprehensible, so he nodded suspiciously.

The elder arranged a small wooden house for the two of them to live in temporarily. After entering the house, Fang Shiyi looked suspiciously at Meng Mingchao, who looked like a wolf with a big tail: "He really only wants our favor?"

When did the two of them become so friendly?

Meng Ming winked at him, looked obedient and sincere, and said the prepared excuse: "Brother, this elder said that he looks familiar to you."

Fang Shiyi remembered the familiar feeling when he saw the elder for the first time, and paused without saying a word.

Meng Mingchao: "He has lived for thousands of years, he seems to have... seen your previous life."

The ancestor of the Fang family is Fang Shiyi's previous life, and only Fang Shiyi knows about it for the time being.

Hearing Meng Mingchao's half-truth and half-truth, he was slightly startled and shaken.

Observing the subtle expression changes on Fang Shiyi's face, Meng Mingchao knew that it was enough to say more, and it was almost the same.

He knew Fang Shiyi best, but he was also able to handle Fang Shiyi's emotions best. After waiting for a while, seeing that he didn't say anything, he knew that this encounter was temporarily over.

Fang Shiyi exhaled lightly, thinking that when the night was quiet, he would go up and ask the elder what he meant by seeing him in his previous life.The soul has been cleaned by so many rounds of reincarnation, but still can't wash away a trace of memory of this elder, presumably... even if he is not a close friend, he is still a glimpse.

Meng Mingchao looked at the overlapping green waves outside the window, thinking of the elders calling him "Your Majesty" over and over again, the words were quite familiar, and he curled up his fingers involuntarily.He wanted to know who he was, and who was that black-robed man.

See you later.

The two of them thought quietly and smiled at each other.Fang Shiyi pointed to the small wooden house: "Why is he so stingy, only giving him one room?"

Meng Mingchao said slowly: "Perhaps after listening to my words, I feel that my brother and I really look like Taoist couples."

"The last junior who said that has already been spanked." Fang Shiyi turned expressionlessly and walked out, "I'm going to change rooms."

Meng Mingchao couldn't let him wander around in this unfamiliar place and language barrier, so he hurriedly grabbed Fang Shiyi: "Brother, I'm afraid."

"Are you afraid?" Fang Shiyi raised his eyebrows.

Meng Mingchao pursed his pale lips, curled his long eyelashes, coughed a few times, his amber eyes were covered with a layer of wet and light mist, and acted softly: "This place is so strange, senior brother is not here I can't sleep next to me, I'm so scared..."

"..." Fang Shiyi thought in his heart, acting well.

Just like Meng Ming's understatement of the mountain monster who tore up a hill with his hands that day.

Who should be afraid of it?

Maybe because he also thought of this incident, Meng Mingchao added: "...I'm afraid that something will happen to my brother, and I won't be able to get there in time."

"Okay, squeeze two tears out, who do you feel sorry for?" Fang Shiyi hesitated, and patted his smooth black long hair, "It's getting late, let's rest."

Because someone Meng said, "You don't want to know when I have delusional thoughts", Fang Shiyi panicked when he thought of sharing the same bed all these years, threw Meng Mingchao onto the bed with kicks, and beat him. On the floor, I meditated on the scriptures in my heart for a while, and before going to bed, I set up an enchantment and pretended to close my eyes.

The Canglin is not lonely at night. The sound of the mountain wind blowing through the dense forests is like waves, but there are no human voices. Occasionally, there are a few beasts and birds, which make the surrounding quieter.

Fang Shiyi waited for a long time with his eyes open, then took out a paper talisman with himself drawn on it from his bosom, and performed an earth-escaping technique, unknowingly playing with a civet cat for the prince.

After a few breaths, Meng Mingchao opened his eyes, glanced at Fang Shiyi who was sleeping below, and called softly, "Senior brother?"

The people below did not respond.

Meng Mingchao breathed a sigh of relief, and quietly turned out of the window.

Fang Shiyi walked outside the wooden house, didn't rush up, sat on a branch and looked into the distance.He passed by here before, and he felt vaguely familiar.

Under the night, the lush woods are like clouds of different shades, and the moonlight can't squeeze in. The sound of the waves is like waves, which is very similar to what you hear after practicing swords on the mountain and sea pillars, and sitting on the edge of the cliff to watch the sea.

He seems to have sat here for thousands of years.

This scene is too familiar, so familiar... Fang Shiyi even clearly felt that there was no one around him.

There should be a person standing on his left, quietly watching the green forest with him for a long time, then bent down and whispered something in his ear.

There was a sharp pain in his head for a moment, Fang Shiyi hissed softly, trembling and hugging his head, almost fell down.

The broken picture flashed by, and he thought stiffly: It shouldn't be.

The things of the previous life have long been annihilated in time.

Thousands of years have passed since the soul has been continuously refined. As Fang Mantang said, he has long been a brand new person.

It's Fang Shiyi, not Fang Mantang.

Then why does he have memory fragments that don't belong to him?

This is absolutely not the way it should be.

For some reason, Fang Shiyi looked at the moonlight that covered the dark green forest with a layer of cold silver edge, and suddenly felt chilly to the bones, touching the old and simple ring with his fingertips, many thoughts were like cold poisonous snakes, for some reason It wrapped around his neck for a while, making him shiver.

All along, as long as it is said by someone close to him, he will choose to believe it without hesitation.

Whether it is stupid or naive, he is just like that.

But at this time, Fang Shiyi had a strange thought: Why is it such a coincidence?

Uncle Shi happened to be in Bai Yujing, as if waiting for him specially.

It was such a coincidence in Yungu that only he and Meng Mingchao entered the secret place.

But he was not the first person to enter there. A monk named Fang Xiehong and his father had entered there decades ago.

That father who had never met before was really so skilled and daring, he entered the ancient battlefield single-handedly, and managed to find the old site of Yungu Fang's family?

Is Fang Mantang's brochure telling the truth, or, in other words, has it... been tampered with.

The Great Elder of Beitiangong hesitated to speak, and the expression of pity and sympathy came to his eyes again.

What does he know?

After discovering this fragment of memory, Fang Shiyi found to his horror that he no longer had the confidence that he had at the mountain pass to choose to trust decisively.

After sitting quietly for a long time, Fang Shiyi slowly got up, looked down at the bird lying obediently in his palm: "Mingming, tell me, who should I trust?"

The yellow-haired bird pecked its wings, glanced at him, opened its mouth, and instead of chirping, it was a clear and clear child's voice: "Idiot, who to believe is not based on words, if you don't confirm it, how will you know who to believe. "

Fang Suyi: "..."

Fang Shiyi took a closer look at the bird, and was about to roast it right away when he found something wrong.

"Stupid, think less and do more." Ming Ming glanced at him vigilantly, "This ancient tree of the warlock family is psychic, and it likes a divine bird like me. I was almost able to talk."

Fang Shiyi grabbed its wings and murmured: "...It's okay, at least there are more ones that can make a sound."

Mingming fluttered his wings in embarrassment, and started tweeting again without paying attention.

Holding the bird in his pocket, Fang Shiyi paced up the stairs, following his previous memory and rushing up to the elder's small wooden building—the door was open.

Why, the folk customs in this deep mountain and old forest are simple, and they don't close their doors at night?

Fang Shiyi subconsciously used the breathing technique, pushed open the door, and a sentence leaked out from the room: "...you came with his remnant soul, we...you cultivated for him for a while. In Meteor Cloud Valley, body and spirit are all destroyed, and I have never seen you again..."

What is this all about?

Fang Shiyi's eyelids twitched, he raised his eyes, and saw two people standing behind the bookshelf in the wooden house, one seemed to be holding the other's face.

The back is all too familiar.

Fang Shiyi's doubts that had just arisen were immediately dispelled by shock.

Meng Mingchao that little bastard!

In the middle of the night, why did he come out to find this elder?

The posture is still so... ambiguous.

Fang Shiyi was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but let out a breath.

Although he hasn't turned his head yet, Meng Mingchao already knows who it is.He lowered his eyes, and said coldly in the language of the warlock clan: "I can agree to the conditions, but I only agree, and I will not hurt your clansmen."

The elder was strangled by his neck, unable to speak.

"And those words just now, if you dare to miss a word, let my senior brother hear the slightest bit of wind," he leaned down, and whispered in his ear, "No need for others, I swear with my heart and blood." The curse is backfired, and I will personally slaughter your clansmen, not a single one remains."

The elder didn't expect him to be so crazy, and his face changed slightly.

Fang Shiyi by the door coughed heavily: "Cough! You two, what about a tryst in the middle of the night?"

Meng Mingchao hissed, quickly let go of the elder, took a few steps back, and proved his innocence: "Brother, aren't you sleeping, why are you here?"

Fang Shiyi said confidently, "I still have to ask you."

After the two brothers finished speaking, they looked at each other: "..."

The atmosphere finally permeated with a hint of embarrassment of being half a beat behind.

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After sitting on the train for a day, I am so tired that my bones and frames are falling apart, and I have to clean up (

Life is hard, less today