Conquer the world of self-cultivation with beauty

On the surface, this little black river does not seem to be anything special, but it actually has a hidden secret. If Yujian flies, it will fall into the river in all likelihood.If you want to cross the river, you can only swim across it.

Jiang Lanzhi held Ye Endless's hand, took a deep breath, and plunged into the river.

The surface of the river looked pitch black, but underwater, it was unexpectedly clear and transparent.Glancing at Endless Night behind him, Jiang Lanzhi almost laughed: the big ghost cultivator who will stir up wind and rain in the cultivation world in the future also has something to be afraid of, not to mention that his body becomes stiff when he gets into the water, and he dare not open his eyes.

Jiang Lanzhi squeezed Ye Wuhen's hand, and sent a wave of spiritual power over.

Ye Wuhen opened his eyes, and in front of him was Jiang Lanzhi's side face, his skin color was as white as the fine suet jade, his neck was so smooth and graceful that he didn't look like a real person, his long ink-like hair spread out in the water, flowing out Thrilling curves.

Night's endless heart skipped a beat.

Then I felt a little hot in the dantian, and it seemed that there was a heat flow gradually rushing to the lower abdomen.

It was the first time that Ye Wuxian felt embarrassed, but the heat hadn't let him go, and his lower body started to harden!

Ye Wuxian hurriedly used his spiritual power to suppress the impulse.

After landing, both of them were wet, and their clothes were tightly attached to their bodies.Ye Wuxian didn't dare to look at Jiang Lanzhi, so he turned his back and dried his clothes with spiritual power.

Jiang Lanzhi also tidied himself up here, glanced at the gray-white beach under his feet, and said to Ye Wuwu: "There is no danger now, you can rest assured. The color of this beach is very rare, you might as well look around. There might be a chance."

Ye Wuheng nodded in agreement, he hadn't recovered from the embarrassment just now, it's better to walk around at this time.

Seeing that the night was gone endlessly, Jiang Lanzhi sat down on the beach, there was nothing else for him right now, all he had to do was to wait.

Wait for Ye Wuwu to get the ghost claw, remove the seal of the ghost master, and then practice the ghost way, and after his strength has greatly increased, take him out of here.

The sandy beach under him was soft and comfortable. After sitting down, his whole body felt exhausted. Jiang Lanzhi simply lay down and closed his eyes.

In a daze, it was as if he had fallen into a dream. In the dream, there was a little boy of two or three years old. He was thin and dressed in ragged clothes. He knelt in front of a beautiful woman and begged bitterly: "Mother, don't drive me away. I listen to you, I can chop wood, boil water, feed the pigs, I can do everything."

"It's been said that I'm not your mother! I'm an outsider woman, how can I have a child like you! Get out, get out!"

A man pushed open the door: "Yurong, haven't you chased away that broom star yet? If you can't chase him away, you should get lost too."

The beautiful woman laughed and said, "It'll be fine soon, it'll be fine soon." She turned around and kicked the little boy hard, "Bah, broom star."

After the woman finished speaking, she quickly caught up with the man and closed the door with a "bang".

The picture freezes on the little boy's ashen face, he looks at the closed door in despair, his dry eyes can no longer shed a single tear...

Jiang Lan was startled, this little boy's eyebrows and eyes were somewhat similar to Ye Endless!

It's a pity that before he could see clearly, the surroundings suddenly became blurred, and when the surroundings finally became clear, the scene was no longer what it was just now.

At dusk, a five or six-year-old boy bent over, eagerly searching for something among the graves.

Finally found a piece of hardened steamed bun, the boy was overjoyed, he hurriedly stuffed the steamed bun into his mouth, but was slapped suddenly, the steamed bun in his mouth rolled to the ground, the little boy quickly picked it up, not caring about the steamed bun at all Before stuffing the ashes into his mouth, he was slapped again.

A boy who was a few years older than him stood opposite him, condescending: "This is my territory, you dare to rob me, I'm getting impatient. Hit me!"

The children behind him rushed forward, punching and kicking around the skinny boy.

The picture freezes on the little boy's bloody face, and he never ate that steamed bun from the beginning to the end.

Jiang Lanzhi felt sore in his heart, that boy was Ye Wuxuan.If he guessed correctly, he should be in Ye's endless memory at this time.

It is written in the book that before Ye Wuwu practiced the ghost way, he also experienced some memories. What appeared in the memories were the things he remembered most, most of which were about the past of pain and humiliation.

I watched a few more pictures, all of which were endless and miserable childhood memories.

Jiang Lanzhi felt a pang of sadness in his heart. When he was reading a book before, the author wrote about the pain experienced by the endless night in a few strokes. The information conveyed through words was really limited and could not arouse his strong sympathy.

Now these words have become clear pictures, presented one by one in front of his eyes. After reading it, he just wants to sigh, Ye Wanwan was really an abused child when he was young.

Ye's endless memories didn't end, and Jiang Lanzhi watched a few more pictures of him growing up: he was kicked by Wang Zheng on the way to ascend the immortal road, and almost fell off the cliff; He was slapped on the face; next to the firewood room, Wang Zhengzheng slapped him around the chest, and he vomited blood in pain...

The more Jiang Lanzhi looked at it, the more he felt distressed, Kong Sui and Wang Zheng were really nothing, now that Wang Zheng is dead, and the remaining Kong Sui, even if Ye Wuwu didn't kill him in the future, he would not let him go.

The picture is still going on, but it has changed from the previously depressing atmosphere, and it has become a little warmer, and the figure in the picture is also very familiar, wait, it turned out to be... me!

In the cave under the moonlight, he untied Ye Wuxian's clothes, carefully bandaged his wound, and then donated his blood...

In the spacious hall, his gentle comforting nights are endless, and he begged him not to take it to heart...

Outside the library of Simiao Peak, he stood in front of Ye Wuwu, facing Kong Sui's sharp sword light alone...

After everyone left, he was hugged tightly by Ye Wuwu, who cried like a child...

In the main hall of Jingshui Peak, he comforted Ye Wanwan with gentle words, and he will regard Jingshui Peak as his home from now on...

On the way to Hanging Coffin Mountain, he made a sound in time and called back Ye Endless from Wang Zheng...

On the Hanging Coffin Mountain, the eight-armed ghost ape appeared, and he pulled Ye Wuwu into his protection circle...

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Jiang Lanzhi didn't expect that Ye Wuxian's last memories were all about him.

Jiang Lanzhi's nose turned sore, it turns out that he occupies such an important place in Ye Wuxian's heart.

This child is so stupid, because he was so lacking in love in childhood, he even regarded him as his father.

Jiang Lanzhi thought about this in his heart, and fell into a deeper sleep.

Ye Wuwu came to Jiang Lanzhi's side, his expression had returned to his usual calm, his eyes were so deep that no one could guess his thoughts.

He lit a fire beside Jiang Lanzhi, and the light of the fire was burning upwards, dispelling the cold air around him.He took off his coat again, shook off the non-existent dust, and covered Jiang Lanzhi's body with a gentleness that he didn't even notice.

After doing all this, he sat down beside Jiang Lanzhi. Only at this time, he had the opportunity to stay so close to Jiang Lanzhi's side, watching his sleeping face quietly.

Jiang Lanzhi's long hair was as black as ink, with a soft luster like brocade.His face was cold and beautiful, like a snow lotus on a high mountain, with a hint of immortality.

Ye Wuwu looked at it, and suddenly felt the urge to reach out and touch it. Thinking about it, his fingers had already climbed onto Jiang Lanzhi's face.

The skin under the fingertips was smooth, delicate, and tactile enough to cling to his fingers.

He touched inch by inch, from the smooth and full forehead to the exquisite and picturesque eyebrows, across the handsome and straight bridge of the nose, and finally landed on the well-shaped lips.

Jiang Lanzhi's lips were lighter in color, with a hint of pink, like petals blown by the spring breeze in March.

The temperature is as cold as the petals of flowers, and Endless Night is not very satisfied.The fingertips stroked the cherry lips repeatedly, as gentle, meticulous, lingering, and nostalgic as a sympathizer.

It wasn't until the light powder was kneaded into a deep red, and the coldness was turned into a warm one, that Ye Wuwu stopped.

Staring at Jiang Lanzhi's ruddy lips, Ye Wuwu suddenly bent down.