The villain loses his memory every day [Transmigration Book]

Just a moment ago, Hua Yuji was locked in front of the bookcase by Bai Yunkuo. His aura was strong, because his realm was lower than Hua Yuji's, so he didn't use his true energy when he faced difficulties, but attacked his weakness, directly Using the power of the soul to crush Hua Yuji to death.

That's right, the point is not to fight for realm, but the difference between true energy and soul.

Compared with Zhenyuan, Hua Yuji, who had been promoted to the fifth floor of the Mahayana stage in just half a year, was bound to win, but compared to the soul, Hua Yuji, who had only one soul left, was no match for Bai Yunkuo at all.

Bai Yunkuo's sword cultivator overwhelmed his face, and his tone was very gentle: "We haven't finished the discussion just now, let's continue now."

The superiority of the realm made Hua Yuji not afraid of that coercion, but this kind of posture was too aggressive, and he twisted his body unaccustomed: "What?"

Bai Yunkuo said slowly: "You have died twice, why are you still stuck in the past? Why are you still stuck in the past? Aren't you a detached, casual, unrestrained person? Put aside those things that make you and me The past and the past that create estrangement in my heart, I only talk about the present, how you feel about me at this moment..."

"boom"--

Just then, the wall was hewn open.

Hua Yuji hurriedly withdrew from Bai Yunkuo as if she had been rescued.

Xuan Wu had a guilty look on his face: "It's a good thing, I'm sorry, you guys continue."

Baihu looked left and right, and almost dropped his jaw in shock: "You, you... oh! I understand, it turned out to be the case, and this is the most convincing evidence! You tell that bastard Chi Huang now, If you are affectionate, he wants to, and if you pull your little hand and give it to your little mouth, the fairy and demon fellow practitioners will be happy! It has nothing to do with Lan'er or Hong'er!"

Hua Yuji: "..."

Kinda rhymes!

Bai Yunkuo hooked his lips and smiled, very satisfied with this conclusion.

On the other side, Geng Chen returned to Yaofeng Gust, just in time to bump into the proprietress who was closing the door.

Geng Chen noticed that the inn's plaque had been removed, and the windows were sealed with slats, which looked more yellow than going out of business.

"Boss lady." Geng Chen called her.

The civet demon trembled all over, and sat down on the ground in fright, trembling all over: "You, you..."

The raccoon cat demon "you" for a long time, and finally held back the second half of the sentence with difficulty: "Are you here to silence me, are you going to take revenge on me?"

Geng Chen stood up and asked: "Young master obviously never did it, why did you frame him?"

The proprietress avoided her eyes with guilt: "I, I..."

Geng Chen: "We have no grievances or enmities, don't we?"

"I..." The proprietress clenched her skirt anxiously, crumpling the corners of the skirt into a ball of rags, "I just said what I saw, those two young masters did go out, and they did pester the king near Fairy Lake. daughter."

Geng Chen knelt down and looked at her with piercing eyes: "Your false testimony will harm everyone. Young Master and Young Master Bai died innocently. Their wronged souls will not rest in peace, and the karma will be accumulated on you. And Miss Lan'er, she didn't The injustice has been cleared, because the young master and the white young master are not the murderers, and because your framing has allowed the person who really killed her to go unpunished. Miss Lan'er's spirit is not angry, and retribution will be on you. Once the karma is accumulated, there must be the realization of the "fruit."

Cultivators are the most superstitious about things like karma, karma, and curses, and demon cultivators are even more superstitious, because they are born evil animals, and the law of heaven is extremely harsh on them, and the blood debt is clearly remembered.

The proprietress was indeed frightened, thinking back to the person she sued, it was not an unknown junior in the cultivation world, but the famous Mr. Qingkong and Mr. Shuangyue.

If these two people don't die, will they turn into ghost cultivators and come back to take revenge?

The proprietress felt shuddering: "I, I can't help it, it's none of my business!"

"The proprietress is kind-hearted and generous to others. She just wants to have a peaceful life with her children, so she definitely doesn't want to stir up this troubled water." Geng Chen first praised one or two with full of sympathy and understanding, and he said, "Young master also knows that you can't help yourself. If you tell the messenger behind the scenes, even if the young master is unjustly killed by the unreasonable demon king, he will not blame you, and the karma will not accumulate on you."

The proprietress gave a shock, her heart was about to move, and she couldn't escape Geng Chen's eyes.

"But, I..." The proprietress bit her lip, she shook her head with red eyes, "I can't say, I don't know."

In order to prevent her from running away, Geng Chen grabbed her wrist first, and reasoned in a deep voice: "You closed the shop, do you want to leave the demon world? Where can you escape? That person has the courage to kill the demon king's daughter, Don't you have the guts to kill you? When his goal is achieved and my son and Mr. Bai die unjustly, will he keep you who knew about it? You are just an insignificant person who died outside the demon world, who would Care? Who will care about you?"

The proprietress was stunned, her chapped lips trembling: "I, I..."

The proprietress burst into tears, crying so hard that she couldn't make a sound.

Geng Chen pulled her up: "Follow me to Qingqiu Linggu, tell the truth in front of the demon king, and the demon king will protect you."

In fact, it is not a bad thing that the wall is cut open, at least it broadens the field of vision and expands the range of activities.

Baihu also simply enlarged the hole punched by his fist, and cleared the wall to a size big enough for one person to pass through. After the two sides were connected, the north and south ventilation was very comfortable.

Confinement is a very boring thing, forcing Hua Yuji to pick up books.

There are all kinds of ancient books stuffed in the bookcase, most of them are the historical biographies of the demon world, and the unofficial history of Qingqiu Linggu, all of which are serious ancient books.

"Boring." Hua Yuji turned two pages and couldn't read any more. When she turned her head, she saw Bai Yunkuo who usually couldn't move when he read a book, sitting in a daze.

Hua Yuji asked suspiciously: "It's weird, you bookworm can actually leave them alone?"

Bai Yunkuo's answer was full of domineering: "There are collections in the library at the top of the cloud."

The implication is that Bai Yunkuo, who is familiar with all the books in Zangshu Pavilion, has naturally read these unofficial histories, and may have memorized them by heart.

After rummaging through the bookcase on her side, Hua Yuji went to the bookcase next door and found a chessboard and two boxes of dusty Yunzi.

Hua Yuji cleaned up the chessboard and asked casually, "Who will play chess?"

Xuanwu walked over with great face, took Yunzi and sat down in front of the short table, Hua Yuji went up to meet them, and the two began to talk by hand.

The process of melting the blood rot Gu was quite smooth, Bai Hu had a short rest, and went over to watch the excitement boredly, he was not proficient in everything about "qin, chess, calligraphy and painting". Yes, almost fell asleep watching.

Baihu let out a breath, then turned around and asked: "I remember Shuangyue Jun's chess skills are so high that even Mingyuexiao is willing to bow down?"

Bai Yunkuo closed his eyes and meditated. Hearing this, he looked calm and said: "My master's whole mind is on the way of swordsmanship. Otherwise, if he devotes himself to studying chess, he will definitely become a master of the six realms. What else is there for me!"

"Humility, it's really too modest." Baihu, who looked to be in his twenties, said angrily, "Young man, be wild when you should be wild. You are so deep and steady at such a young age. It's really unbearable to grow towards Mingyuexiao."

Hua Yuji grabbed a cloud and shot it at the white tiger: "He is restrained, self-reliant, high-spirited, what do you know?"

Baihu grabbed the hidden weapon and snorted coldly: "Oh! Our master Qingkong has learned how to protect food? Sure enough, it will be different if you have a Taoist companion, and you will not allow others to speak ill."

For the first time, Hua Yuji felt that Baihu's tuberculosis attribute was annoying, so he decisively grabbed a handful of Yunzi and threw it over: "Get lost!"

The white tiger avoided it with a smile, and the cloud crackled all over the ground. He exhaled and blew his temple hair, and said with a playful smile, "Pick it up yourself, young man."

Hua Yuji rolled his eyes at him, waved his hand on the spot, Zhenyuan picked up the chess pieces all over the floor, and put them all back into the box.

Baihu threw the cloud in his hand into the air, caught it firmly, and then threw it to Bai Yunkuo in the distance: "Next, this is the heart of the playboy, it moves the heavens and the earth."

Bai Yunkuo didn't react all of a sudden, he stretched out his hand stiffly, and made an empty hand, the chess piece fell to the ground with a "click".

Baihu: "Eh? Why didn't you catch it, Hua Buran, your sincerity has been ruined by him!"

Hua Yuji, who was playing chess next door, didn't bother to look at him: "You are so childish."

Baihu shrugged his shoulders, went over to pick up the chess piece himself, spread his hand and handed it to Bai Yunkuo, saying: "I am the Yuelao holding the red thread, and I have achieved a beautiful thing, which is better than the seventh-level Buddha! Nuo, your master!" Brother’s sincerity, this Dharma protector picked it up for you, why don’t you follow it soon?”

Bai Yunkuo was stunned for a moment, stretched out his hand to mid-air, and spread it out flat: "Thank you."

Bai Hu didn't think much about it, instead of waiting to take it away, he took the initiative to hand it back, and then he went through the hole door to the next door.

The shadow disappeared before his eyes, and Bai Yunkuo subconsciously held the chess piece lying in his palm. It was icy cold, very round and delicate, and it would warm up after covering it for a while.

Suddenly feeling dry and itchy in his throat, Bai Yunkuo raised his eyes and saw the shadow appearing in front of him again, he said without thinking, "Mr. Baihu, can you pour me a glass of water?"

After saying this, Bai Yunkuo vaguely felt that something was wrong, but time did not allow him to think carefully, only to see the figure who was going straight to the bookcase was startled, then went to the table to pour water, and then walked straight towards him.

Bai Yunkuo stretched out his hand, feeling inexplicably nervous: "Thank you."

The man didn't move at all, and the two of them froze for a moment. Finally, the other party said in a condensed voice: "Take it yourself."

Bai Yunkuo's cold fingertips trembled: "Brother?"

There was a "pop" sound, as if the teacup fell to the ground and broke.

"What's wrong with your eyes?" Hua Yuji's tone was cold, hiding the blade, "You can't see it, can you?"

Bai Yunkuo was stunned, the sudden diffusion of true essence sealed the last bit of light, and the sky and the earth were dark in front of his eyes.