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"who are you!"

Lin Qinghe stood up abruptly, and Fu Zhu's long horns seemed to be shining brightly. He was facing "Yan Zhong" from a distance, and the blue totem on his forehead, which had not been seen for a long time, also slowly emerged, dyeing a wave of excitement. murderous look.

"Yan Zhong" looked unchanged, stood with his hands behind his back, and smiled slowly: "Who do you want me to be?"

Before he could finish his sentence, the blue halo around his body raised mist, and his figure changed a few times in the mist, making it difficult to see clearly.

Lin Qinghe tensed up all over, and saw a lot of familiar figures in the fog, and finally the figure gradually became clear, revealing his familiar eyebrows and eyes.

Lin Qinghe was furious, and the cold white light blade broke through the wind, carrying a strong murderous aura, watching the menacing approach, but finally stopped at the side of the man's neck, turning into a gentle wind, and even a hair Nothing fell off.

The man just smiled at him with a calm expression, without any panic.

Even laughing just now made Lin Qinghe almost have the illusion that he was still in the body of a beast, and kicked on the ground a few times anxiously, his breath became heavier because of nervousness and anger, and the totem on his forehead even became hot, Lin Qinghe felt that he was full of spirit The strength ran wildly, and those blue and cold eyes also condensed into the gloomy night wind.

Lin Qinghe was slumped and furious for a while, but finally he could only admit that he couldn't do anything.

There is a mirror in his heart, this person is not that person, but just such a shadow cast on the wall can make him overwhelmed, that is his god, even the dust on his boots cannot be spoiled.

Lin Qinghe stared at the impostor for a while with tearing eyes, slowly swallowed his anger, bent down leisurely, adjusted a comfortable posture, closed his eyes and adjusted his breath, and began to fall asleep.

The counterfeit made a surprised monotone: "What? You don't like this one either?"

Lin Qinghe's brows twitched.

Even the voice is exactly the same!What kind of monster is this!

The counterfeit seemed to be able to read his mind, and smiled again: "Now you are acting calm? Why bother, my lord, there is no one else here."

The voice drifted closer and closer, with an intimate tone, as if it was about to have a lively sex and seduction.

Lin Qinghe just closed his eyes and adjusted his breath, thinking of any way to make this thing disappear by itself.

The impostor squatted down beside him, and even raised his hand to touch his horns. Lin Qinghe suddenly opened his eyes, the fundus of his eyes were clear, and he looked into it like snow that never melted on the top of Tianshan Mountain.

Lin Qinghe didn't move, just glanced around, and sneered: "So what if you're exactly the same as him? Are there other tricks?"

That person seemed to have no flaws anywhere, it was Jiang Lizhou himself in front of him, every move and smile made Lin Qinghe feel familiar.

The counterfeit sat down next to him boldly, as if he didn't intend to do anything at all, and said, "I don't believe it, I don't have any other tricks, what do you want to see, I'll try."

Lin Qinghe closed his eyes again and ignored him, but turned back and forth inwardly, facing this face and this voice, he felt that if this continued, the real and the fake would become indistinguishable.

The man was not in a hurry, and his voice was neither too fast nor too slow, and he even started to talk to him about some trivial things about his parents. He didn't care whether he agreed or not, and talked for a while on his own.

Lin Qinghe was a little dizzy from being coaxed by him. He was concentrating on adjusting his internal breath, but now he messed up again.

Heck!

Lin Qinghe was a little annoyed at himself, and even had the urge to rub him against fake ones.

Lin Qinghe couldn't help being horrified when he heard that the things he said could go back to the time when the Jiuli tribe was still alive. He suddenly looked up at the impostor, only to realize that he was not in the Lihua Forest of Linyun Mountain, but in Wuchen Valley!

The counterfeit stood up and patted his head, then offered him his hand: "You're home, aren't you going back?"

Lin Qinghe stretched out his hand involuntarily, almost grabbing his cuff, and came to his senses in a jerk—he was clearly still Fu Zhuyuan just now, how did he become the hands and feet of a young man.

He raised his eyes and looked over, and there was still smoke from cooking in the dust-free valley, someone's dog was barking non-stop, and there were the sounds of children playing.

Before he could figure it out, he unconsciously followed the man forward in a trance, but suddenly stopped at the entrance of Wuchen Valley.

The person in front looked back at him, folded his arms and laughed at him: "I can't walk anymore? Can I walk again without hugging?"

Lin Qinghe was in the form of a boy, and he had to look up to see the man's face. He stared blankly for a while, then suddenly smiled: "Almost."

The man showed an inexplicable expression: "What's almost there? It's time for dinner. If we go back late, there is no food left for us. Let's go."

Lin Qinghe took a step back: "I see, you want to trap me in my own sea of ​​consciousness, it's so insidious."

The man's expression remained unchanged: "What are you talking about?"

Lin Qinghe's forehead suddenly glowed, melting everything around him into a hazy halo, the shadow of Wuchengu gradually faded away, but that familiar figure remained motionless.

At this time, Lin Qinghe also turned back to his original body, looked down at the person in front of him, and smiled lightly: "I was careless just now, it turns out that I have already entered meditation, and I was almost deceived to death by you."

The corner of the man's mouth seemed to show some approval: "I really grew up."

Lin Qinghe felt an inexplicable sadness in his heart: "I know what you are, so you can no longer trap me. After all these years with me, let you say a few more words."

The man's figure became blurred, as if he could be blown away with just a few words: "I thought I could stay here forever, but I was discovered, and I can be regarded as watching you grow up, and now, don't you even say thank you? "

It sounds ridiculous for a disturbing thing to say this, but Lin Qinghe really wanted to say thank you.

Lin Qinghe didn't know what this thing looked like, and how it got into his inner mansion, but his inner demons were inseparable from this thing, so Lin Qinghe would rather call it "Yi".

All the scenes just now were not illusions, not fictions, but his own memory, and this "memory" just made him have another dream.

For many years after Li Chong left, he would have these dreams, sometimes lasting for several days. When he was awake, he was busy concentrating his soul and taking care of the silent spring that was not completely stable. It will be like a needle flowing in the blood, making him gasp in pain.

And these dreams, or illusions, will secretly teach him who to hate, teach him to blame, spy on him, ponder him, and these are irrelevant to him, he just wants a dream.

The reason why he let his demons go was because he couldn't bear these falsehoods, he didn't care what he would become, as long as it could support him to fulfill Li Chong's entrustment, that was enough.

But it's not needed now.

The snow on the top of the sacred mountain, the wind passing through the mountains and forests, and the people lying next to him are his truth.

The figure seemed to wave his hand at him, and slowly dispersed without leaving a trace.

Lin Qinghe only felt his heart lighten up, as if he had suddenly realized what Ming Ru said, "one thing subsides one thing".

He withdrew from the sea of ​​consciousness with ease physically and mentally, and the divine beast that had been sleeping for a long time finally opened its eyes.

The beast arched its back and yawned, shaking the grass clippings on its mane, and looking at the pear blossom forest where it poured its heart and soul, it was not so sad and gloomy.

After all, everything he wanted came back.

He tidied himself up, finally transformed into a human form, shook his sleeves vigorously, and decided to go to Elder Yan Zhong again.

When he went to Mingzhu Mountain again, his disciples were already waiting for him. Seeing him, he saluted and said: "I have seen the tiger, the master is waiting for you inside, and this disciple will take you there."

Lin Qinghe nodded in a good mood: "Thank you."

Yan Zhong seemed to have been waiting for him for a long time, when he saw him coming, he beckoned: "Sit."

Lin Qinghe sat down after seeing the ceremony, and before he could speak, Yan Zhong asked him: "It seems that the inner demons have been eliminated? It took so many days."

Lin Qinghe only felt that it was only two hours, and replied: "Long time? I didn't feel it."

Yan Zhong twirled his beard and smiled: "Five days, how long have you been talking?"

Lin Qinghe was taken aback, and smiled embarrassedly: "I just think it's just a moment, why have so many days passed—I don't know how the situation is now?"

Yan Zhong raised his hand to signal him not to worry: "Clarify your matter first, and then talk about other things."

Lin Qinghe responded, and talked about the important things. After hearing this, Yan Zhong's expression remained the same, and he just said: "Since you have been dug up by the planted seeds, whatever happens in the future will be your own problem." .”

Lin Qinghe's heart skipped a beat when he said this: "Elder, what do you mean? Could it be that I..."

Yan Zhongxiao: "These things are all up to you to decide, it's useless to ask me - tell me what you found."

Lin Qinghe looked at him anxiously, and said, "At first we were sure that Yinggou had escaped from the silent spring, but today—oh, five days ago, I used my spiritual sense to probe for a while, and there are still some ghosts under the silent spring." Something unclear, and I'm not quite sure what it is."

Yan Zhong nodded: "Then you think, if Ying Gou escaped with only a few remnant souls, why are there so many monster soldiers and monsters who will serve him? Will the monster clan obey a lonely ghost?"

Lin Qinghe frowned: "I've thought about this too, maybe it's because the old prestige is still there - although I was young when I won the battle of Gougou, he...never told me, but I also understand more or less, now Compared with the situation in the past, it is really not the same."

Yan Zhong just nodded, motioning for him to continue.

Lin Qinghe said again: "In these few battles, apart from the first time they swept all the way from the northwest to the middle of Shu, they could also get a glimpse of the general's leadership. Only in recent days, those monster soldiers are simply a If you lose, you will retreat, there is no way."

Yan Zhong stood up and patted him on the shoulder: "That's the point, but you have to continue to investigate what the inside story is."

Lin Qinghe also stood up and replied, "That's natural."

Yan Zhong said that he was about to leave: "That's nothing, the tiger should go get busy."

Lin Qinghe stopped him: "Elder, wait a moment, he specially asked me to come to see you, I don't know if you..." Is there any secret leaked out.

He was embarrassed to say the second half of the sentence with a shy face, so he only said half of it.

Yan Zhong laughed loudly: "If you come here, apart from the demons in your heart, isn't it a big gain?"

Lin Qinghe was stunned, but before he could react, Yan Zhong had already walked away.