The villain loses his memory every day [Transmigration Book]

"The cloud is wide."

"The cloud is wide."

Bai Yunkuo woke up suddenly, his vision was pitch black: "Yu Ji?"

Bai Yunkuo was flustered, he stretched out his hand in a daze, and was soon held by a slightly cool hand.

"What's wrong?" Hua Yuji asked, "Did you have a nightmare?"

Bai Yunkuo was stunned for a moment, then suddenly woke up and returned to reality, making his thoughts disordered, and he sat for a while before saying: "No, it's just... dreaming of some messy things. By the way, why did you call me?"

Hua Yuji said, "The boat has docked."

The news about Qingqiu Linggu has already spread to the six worlds, and Mr. Qingkong turned himself into a member of Wanshulou, which can be regarded as the best dessert for thousands of monks after dinner.

News always spread like wildfire. In just a few days, all kinds of rumors spread everywhere, some reliable and some unreliable.

In the end, I don't know which man's head was consecrated, but he patted his chest and said that Hua Yuji was Lord Yaotai. If he guessed wrong, he would cut off his head and use it as a night pot for Xue Qiansi.

Not to mention the use of this chamber pot, just the commotion caused by this sentence caused a commotion in the area of ​​Yaoshan Mountain, and the threshold of the entire Wanshu Building was eager to be broken. They are all monks from three mountains and five mountains Come and find out.

Originally, everyone had rejected the fact that Hua Yuji was Lord Yaotai according to the logic of their actions, but God loves to slap people in the face. Qingqiu Linggu blew himself up as a person in Wanshu Building, so if he is Lord Yaotai, it is no good Strange.

"It still doesn't make sense." An old man squatted at the ferry and said, "Since Mr. Qingkong and Mr. Yaotai are one person, what's the matter with the "Battle of Folding Flowers"? Did he cheat himself and kill himself?"

"Who says it's not? I really don't understand these mighty thoughts. There's something wrong with my brain!"

"That's right, he was the one who ruined his reputation, and he was the one who killed him. It's crazy."

"This is all speculation, don't rush to go crazy, these people are too, listening to the wind is rain, bumping to Yaoshan, making this place so crowded! It's really eating salt and turning somersaults, and I'm in a hurry!"

"I heard from a fellow Taoist that Huaburan is coming to Yaoshan."

"Yo, is Mr. Yaotai coming home?"

"Hahahaha, I didn't come here in vain. It seems that the eternal mystery of Wanshulou is about to be solved, and Mr. Yaotai is really in danger!"

Just because there was a lot of "gossip" along the way, if it was a mortal, it would be fine, but unfortunately there are many monks who come and go to Yaoshan, and it is inevitable that there will be someone who knows Hua Yuji's appearance, which will cause unnecessary trouble, so he has no choice but to wear a bamboo hat and use a white Yarn covered her entire upper body.

Hua Yuji and others went straight to Tingyin Pavilion.

If the overall atmosphere of the top of the cloud is pure and upright, then Tianming Sword Sect is solemn, Jingguang Temple is compassionate, and Tingyin Pavilion is comfortable and elegant.

There are not so many red tapes in the sect. Except for the regular morning class every day, the disciples all rely on self-consciousness, and the master is basically free-range. This has led to the unevenness of the disciples in the sect. Those who sleep have no achievements in practice for a hundred years.

Hua Yuji and others who came from afar were warmly entertained by the Tingyin Pavilion, and the Pavilion Master Cheng Tingyin greeted him personally. He understood Hua Yuji's intentions in his heart, and at the banquet, he sighed heavily: "Speaking of which, Shu That kid Ye has been practicing in Tingyin Pavilion for nearly 50 years."

Hua Yuji said: "So, he didn't practice in Listening Pavilion since he was a child?"

"Exactly, he was just a little-known casual cultivator." Cheng Tingyin felt depressed and took a sip of wine, "I met this person by chance, and he admired the style of Tingyin Pavilion. He took the initiative to participate in the assessment of new disciples, and successfully entered the teacher's school."

Cheng Tingyin said: "He is very talented in temperament, and he became famous in the Immortal Dao Conference. I believe you have seen it."

Bai Yunkuo said: "Where does he come from, Pavilion Master Cheng has investigated it?"

"I'm ashamed." Cheng Tingyin laughed at himself, and said, "There are many rootless monks in the cultivation world. They are also degenerate people. As long as they are on the right path and care about the common people, why bother with their origins. Eh, so... …When he claimed that his parents were both dead and had no relatives or reasons, I didn't ask further."

Thinking back when 14-year-old Hua Yuji worshiped at the top of Genting, she also pretended to be a little orphan whose parents died.

Hua Yuji asked: "Hasn't Shu Ye been back to Tingyin Pavilion?"

Cheng Tingyin: "Since the battle between immortals and demons, her whereabouts are unknown."

In other words, the people listening to the Yin Pavilion did not know where Shu Ye was.

Hua Yuji thought for a while, and said: "As a master, Pavilion Master Cheng should know his birth date, right?"

Cheng Tingyin paused while holding the teacup. He was not in the deep mountains and old forests, so he had naturally heard all kinds of rumors in the current cultivation world, about Wanshulou and Yaotaijun.

It would be a lie to say that he was not curious. Originally, Shu Ye was under pressure, so he didn't bother to ask about it. Now that Hua Yuji brought it up by himself, it seems that the rumors of Qingqiu Linggu revealing his identity are true.

"I know, I know." Cheng Tingyin pursed his lips lightly, and said, "However, it's hard to guarantee whether the horoscope he told me about my birthday is true or not."

Hua Yuji was stunned for a moment: "That's true."

If Shu Ye had a secret, and joining Tingyin Pavilion was part of the design, he would definitely not reveal his birth date, and even the name "Shu Ye" might be fake.

Hua Yuji still refused to give up: "Do you have anything close to you?"

Compared with the date of birth and name that can be lied to, the personal items that are worn all year round cannot be faked.

However, since Shu Ye came prepared, he will definitely not leave such a big opening. Bai Yunkuo has no hope for this. Sure enough, Cheng Tingyin shook his head helplessly: "He walked cleanly, and his death a few months ago The dormitory caught fire for no reason, and it was completely burned down, not even a single hair was left."

Cheng Tingyin deliberately emphasized the word "unprovoked", thinking about it, he also knew what was going on.

It's a pity that after returning from Tingyin Pavilion without success, Hua Yuji and Bai Yunkuo returned to Yaoshan and stayed at Wangxianju.

The left side of the lobby on the first floor is bustling with people, surrounded by an eloquent old storyteller, cheering with gusto.

Hua Yuji had nothing to do, so she sat a little far away to listen to the excitement.

A one-eyed monk booed and said, "Is it true? Old man, you are not just hearing it and fooling us, are you?"

The storyteller also had a bad temper, blowing his beard and staring: "This old man seeks truth from facts, and never speaks lies! What is that nine-tailed fox? But a dignified fairy, it is a realm that Ming Yuexiao and Xue Qiansi can't match. One sneeze can destroy a mountain!"

A young man was dumbfounded: "Oh, how did they survive?"

The storyteller looked smug, pretended to be a fool on purpose, and then slammed the gavel heavily: "Of course, Mr. Qingkong stepped forward. He frightened the nine-tailed fox fairy away with a few words and eloquence!"

"Fuck!"

"This is too awesome!"

"Mother, is it true or not?"

"As expected of a person from Wanshulou, he is a cow!"

"Don't say it's an earth fairy, even if it's a big Luo Jinxian, I dare not take Wanshulou's words seriously, or wait for the corpse to be exposed in the wilderness!"

It was the one-eyed monk again, who made a point of dismantling the stage: "Old man, since you are so knowledgeable and knowledgeable, why don't you tell us that Hua Yuji is the Lord Yaotai of Wanshu Tower? Rumors are still facts, give me an accurate statement!"

As soon as this remark came out, the guests who had been listening to the Qingqiu Linggu battle with great interest immediately followed suit, and the guests who had dinner on the second floor also put down their chopsticks and waited for the answer.

The old man couldn't stand it for a few times, sweating profusely: "Then what, there are some things that have not yet been settled, so you can't talk nonsense."

One-eyed monk: "Don't you know everything?"

The old gentleman frowned, not afraid of booing from the crowd, and said confidently: "I will definitely say things that I am sure of, and I can't speak nonsense about things that are not right!"

"Cut!" Sure enough, there was a booing.

The noisy crowd suddenly felt bored and dispersed one after another.The old man who had just returned to the stars and the moon was disappointed for a while. He took out his folding fan and fanned himself, and mumbled in his mouth: "Ignorance, ignorance, pathetic!"

If he is young and does not work hard, the old man is sad. If he hadn't been so lazy when he was young, he might have already worshiped at the top of the cloud top, otherwise it would be better to do odd jobs in Wanshulou, it would be better than hanging out in a teahouse to entertain people by telling stories and racking his brains To make up a joke, it is infinitely stronger to not give a piece of writing when there is a crowd.

Just when the old man was lamenting the twilight years and the sadness of the spring and autumn, a white shadow floated in his vision.

The old gentleman froze for a moment, and saw that this person was wearing a moon-white brocade robe, with clear lotus embroidered with ice-white silk thread above the front, and a bamboo hat and white gauze on his head.

The old man stared dumbfounded at the other party taking out a bag of spirit stones and putting them on the table. The old man had never received such a valuable tip in his entire life, and he was so frightened that he didn't dare to accept it: "My lord, you are... "

"Know what you know, know what you don't know, and know what you don't know."

The old man's heart warmed up: "Master, it's absurd."

Hua Yuji: "Next time someone asks you this question, you can just answer yes."

The old man was blinded, seeing this young man going upstairs, he sat on the spot and thought about the meaning of this sentence, after thinking about it for a long time, suddenly there was a "boom" in his heart, the old man was shocked, and he stood up in a jerk .

He he he he he he... a half-destroyed old man, could it be that he was lucky enough to talk to Mr. Yaotai! ?

Seeing that Hua Yuji came back late, Bai Yunkuo went up to meet him and asked, "What's the matter?"

Hua Yuji leaned against the door, and said with a smile: "It's okay, I listened to the story for a while. Liuwei didn't give up, saying that he wanted to sit and wait in the Tingyin Pavilion. Hey, I don't think Shu Ye will go back, he wasted his time."

Bai Yunkuo stared at his figure with his spiritual sense, and said: "I just received a message from the talisman on the top of the cloud. Elder Tanlang, Elder Wenqu and Elder Lucun are rushing here."

Hua Yuji listened casually, and said, "Actually, there's no need to worry. Shu Ye's target is the two of us. Even if we don't look for him, he will take the initiative to come."

Bai Yunkuo thought for a while, then nodded in approval.

Hua Yuji approached Bai Yunkuo, took the hand bowl on his knee, and said, "Let's go back to Wanshu Building!"

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