Waste wood knows everything

This is the first time Siran confronts the passing of life.

After nearly 20 years, he thought he had buried all his past deeply underground, even when he had forgotten all the emotions in his heart, he once again stood on this land, looking through time, watching In the past, he was calm, but he hid his dead eyes.

Little Siran didn't cry, and didn't make any sound, he clenched the handle of the inferior plastic knife tightly, his thin fingers were bluish white, and quietly raised his eyes.

At that moment, it seemed that under the scorching sun, the depths of the pupils overflowed with dazzling golden light.

Huang Mao was taken aback by Xiao Siran's glance, and in the next second he spat out embarrassingly, and scolded: "You little beggar, how dare you stare at me? Why are you staring? Believe it or not, I put you The eyeballs are—ah! Fuck! The little beggar has gone crazy!"

Xiao Siran held his head sullenly, holding the handle of the knife, with the tip of the knife facing outward, and rushed straight out. He raised his arms high, his eyes were calm and strange, and for a moment it seemed that he was hiding a deep depression, but when he looked closely, , but returned to a pool of stagnant water.

Bang!

How could a seven-year-old boy be a match for a fifteen- or sixteen-year-old boy? Huang Mao raised his leg and kicked Xiao Siran directly.

The thin body fell heavily on the ground and rolled around. Little Siran's fingers were peeled off, but he was still holding the knife, and he got up without frowning. He continued to rush forward expressionlessly.

The group of half-grown teenagers became angry, and several people surrounded him. Huang Mao sarcastically grabbed Xiao Siran by the collar, roughly opened his fingers, threw him on the ground, and raised his foot to point at him. Fingers ready to grind up—

"What are you doing!?"

An old man shouted angrily, and an old man with gray hair and simple clothes staggered closer, shaking his fingers, and said angrily, "You don't look very old, why? Bullying children?"

The boy scolded: "You old man, don't meddle in your own business!"

"I'll take care of this business!" The old man shook his hands and took out a flip phone with a broken shell from his pocket. "I tell you, I have already called the police. The police will be here soon. You'd better stop!"

"Fuck," the teenagers looked at each other left and right. At their age, they still have an instinctive fear of the police, "What should I do?"

Huang Mao stretched his legs and kicked Xiao Siran aside, and cursed unhappily: "What else can I do? Good luck for this little beggar, let's go!"

A group of teenagers walked away cursing.

The old man approached tremblingly, saw the bloody raccoon cat on the ground, shook his head and muttered, "It's really a crime", he stretched out his hand to help Xiao Siran up, took out a handkerchief that was washed white, and wiped his face.

Xiao Siran's calm gaze penetrated everything in front of him, and landed on the teenagers who had already gone away. He watched the group of people walk out of the park, kick the trash cans by the side of the road, and cross the road laughing and playing. Into the crowd, disappeared in sight.

He remembered everyone firmly in his heart.

The homeless little Siran was brought home by the old man.

The old man, surnamed Si, lived alone in a one-story house not far from the park. He usually made a living by picking up junk. , Life suddenly became more embarrassing.

However, the old man Si felt the long-lost happiness.

He has been lonely for too long, and his life has become a simple living.

Little Siran is not talkative, and basically has no expression. Usually, when old man Si rides a tricycle to collect junk, he sits on the tricycle and listens to old man Si babbling.

They lived very poorly, and they usually went to the vegetable market in the evening to pick up some leftover vegetable leaves. There was only one time, that was during Children's Day, when old man Si took him to the supermarket and bought him a bucket of instant noodles.

Little Siran stood in front of the supermarket shelves, raised his neck, and looked at a row of beautifully packaged chocolates.

"Want to eat?" Old man Si came over and touched the money in his pocket with his withered hands. "If you want to eat, let's buy a piece and try it. I heard that it tastes good."

Xiao Siran shook his head: "No need."

He turned around, pulled old man Si by the corner of his clothes, and walked forward.

He had eaten chocolate before, and it was on a hot summer day that Cihuamao dug out the sticky half piece of leftover chocolate from the trash can and hurriedly delivered it to his mouth.

Cihuamao raised little Siran for two years, and old man Si also raised him for two years.

And every parting and loss of life came so unexpectedly, every time in the scorching summer, the scorching temperature from all directions drilled into the cracks in his heart little by little, melting all the defenses in it into ashes.

Old man Si's health is very poor, and his coughing sound can be heard from morning to night in the simple bungalow, but he has no money to see a doctor, and he doesn't want to see a doctor.

Little Siran saw all of this, but all he could do was to use his little hands to help Old Man Si lighten the burden when collecting the tatters.

It was a cloudy evening.

Old man Si took little Siran home on a tricycle, and before he could sit down, the dilapidated wooden door of the bungalow was kicked open, and a middle-aged man with a rough shaved head walked in.

He kicked the old rocking chair blocking the way aside, swaggered and sat on the stool in the house, and looked at the chipped teacup on the table with distaste: "Dad, I haven't seen you in so many years, do you miss me?"

The old man Si was startled, and pointed his trembling index finger at the flat-headed man: "You, you still have the nerve to see me, you—"

"Hey, don't be like this, I'm your son anyway, right?" The flat-haired man said with a playful smile, "I'll come home to see you this time, why do you still have such an expression?"

The old man Si seemed to be extremely angry, his chest heaved rapidly, and he coughed violently and almost couldn't hold his breath. He glanced at the man with flat hair, his eyes overflowed with sadness, and seemed to realize something, he hurriedly pushed little Siran into the room. In the next bedroom, tremblingly, he took out a small cloth bag from his bosom and stuffed it in, and said in a low voice, "Son, don't come out, don't come out no matter what you hear!"

Old man Si closed the door and went back to the living room. Little Siran stood quietly in the bedroom holding the small cloth bag in his hand blankly.

The voices of people talking outside gradually grew louder, and soon a quarrel broke out, and the scolding was mixed with the sharp shout of the man with the crew cut: "I am your son, what's wrong with you giving me this house? It’s about to be demolished, you are too old to bring so much money into the coffin!? You don’t even think about your grandson! You don’t need to spend money on what you do these days!”

Just when the quarrel reached its peak, everything fell silent in an instant with the thud of a heavy object falling to the ground.

Little Siran grabbed the cloth bag tightly and rushed out of the room. The old man fell to the ground, a pool of blood slowly flowing from the back of his head, and the corner of the wooden table in the room was also stained with blood.

The short-haired man took a few steps back in a panic, but quickly calmed down, and murmured: "I... I didn't do it on purpose, he didn't stand still, he fell down by himself!"

He quickly convinced himself, and even laughed: "You old man, just give me the house honestly, if you have to make a fuss like this, throw yourself to death—"

After that, everything seemed to be covered with a veil.

When the old man was very angry, he fell down and hit the back of his head. When the ambulance arrived, he was already out of breath. Xiao Siran heard the quarrel outside, but this did not prove anything. The bungalow under the name of the old man, According to the inheritance law, it was also given to the flat-headed man.

After this incident, someone also noticed Xiao Siran and sent him to a nearby orphanage.

Little Siran looked at everything in front of him silently, he seemed to be isolated from this world, all his emotions were outside his body, he lowered his head, and gently opened the cloth bag that old man Si gave him.

After unfolding layer by layer, what appeared in front of my eyes was a small piece of chocolate, and a stack of banknotes beside it, one yuan, five yuan, ten yuan, neatly stacked together.

There was also a note that said, happy birthday.

This is the second time Siran confronts the passing of life.

Life in the orphanage is peaceful.

Little Siran grows up very fast, like a mushroom after the rain, he is growing and learning rapidly.

He is very quiet, very well-behaved, doesn't talk much, and has good academic performance. He will use his spare time to do various odd jobs to save money. After graduating from junior high school, he moved out of the orphanage and rented a small house near the high school. .

He bought a mobile phone. In his spare time, besides making money, he squatted in different places and waited quietly.

The family of the flat-headed man did not live very well. The house of the old man Si was not demolished in the end. Si Ran took photos of him cheating and making trouble after drinking, and sent them to his wife. Go online and watch this family gradually collapse in endless quarrels and chaos.

And the group of teenagers who killed the raccoon cat at the beginning are now 23 or [-] years old. Most of them have not finished high school and are living their lives in society, so there is no need to do anything special, just watch them quietly Fearless and wanton riots, but at the last moment gave them a push and sent them all to prison.

After graduating from high school, Siran applied to a local university.

The flat-headed man's family was living in a very poor situation. He bought old man Si's one-story house from them without spending much money. Nearly ten years later, the place was already covered with dust. He spent a little effort to find someone This area was refurbished and lived in again.

Out of memory, Siran looked at all the past, lowered his eyes, and wiped away the tears that oozed from the corners of his eyes.

Baoshu was extremely excited, and the sad blue font had already been swiped across the screen: 【Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo?Ahhh kill them!It's hard to solve the hatred in my heart without killing me! 】

"No, the modern world is a society ruled by law." Siran came back from his memory, looked at the "woo woo woo" who almost drowned his sight, and shook his head.

Baoshu was outraged: [Then when you can cross the barriers of the world and return to modern times, greet this group of people well!All the tormenting spells aimed at the soul are all done!Day and night nightmares can never get rid of that kind! 】

Siran laughed: "I'm back? They don't know where they were reincarnated when I came back."

Baoshu: [No, the two worlds have different time flows, and the laws of time and space are intersected. When you can come back, time will definitely not be a problem. Maybe you can go back to the past, directly from the Solve the problem at the source!Didn't Mao Mao and old man Si raise you before, maybe it will be you who raise them then! 】

Siran was stunned for a moment, and just about to speak, the memory in front of him suddenly blurred for a moment, and a figure gradually condensed beside him.

He turned his head to look, and the figure gradually became clear, and it turned out to be Yun Mo in black.

How is this going?

How could there be Yun Mo in his memory in the modern world! ?

Siran realized in an instant that the Yun Mo in front of him did not appear in his memory, but was just like him, a person watching the memory.

"Yun Mo?" Siran called out in a daze.

Yun Mo frowned slightly, he glanced at the surrounding scene, the moment his eyes touched Siran, he paused slightly, and said in a low voice: "Siran."

Siran leaned over and stretched out his hand as if wanting to touch it, but in the end the finger landed on the clothes, pulled it twice, and tentatively asked: "A real person?"

Yun Mo squeezed his finger that was pulling his clothes: "The real person."

Siran withdrew his hand back, turned around and looked around, the scene was still going on, it didn't look like it was over.

Since the presentation of this memory is not over yet, why is this single room turned into a double room?

Baoshu came out to explain: [There is only one possibility for this situation, and that is the following memory. The experiences of the two of you are almost the same, the kind of inseparable day and night. In order to save some energy, Hongchenyu put you two away. One piece. 】

"This, is this impossible?" Siran glanced at himself in his memory, at this moment, there are still seven years before he transmigrated to the cultivation world, "At this point in time, how could Yun Mo be with me? I have a pretty good memory, and there is absolutely no such person in my memory!"

Baoshu: [You will know if you keep reading. 】

Siran looked at Yun Mo in shock, Yun Mo raised his eyes and asked, "What's wrong?"

Siran hesitated for a moment, then recounted the explanation given to him by the treasure book, and whispered, "Do you know what's going on here?"

Yun Mo was silent for a moment, and then said: "Know a little."

"I also find it very strange... what? You know?" Siran turned his head suddenly, "We... no, you have been here, when? Have you seen me? We are still there... Bah, why do I Have no impression at all?"

Yun Mo showed an expression that seemed extraordinarily complicated and difficult to say directly: "I... When I was advancing to the Golden Core, my soul was affected by the sky thunder, left my body, and accidentally entered the world you are in. "

Siran's eyes widened: "So during this time, you have been following me in the form of a soul?"

"No," Yun Mo pressed the center of his eyebrows, "I am possessed by... other creatures."

Suddenly, he was taken aback: "Other...creatures?"

The memory picture in front of me suddenly turned to a grassland in a park. A big dirty dog ​​was lying on the ground with matted fur. It looked pitifully thin. A little bit down.

The moment the big dog stopped breathing, a transparent phantom rushed into its body, and the big dog suddenly opened its eyes wide, showing an extremely human vigilance.

Its eyes were slightly fixed, and it struggled to support its body and look back around. There was a trace of bewilderment in its eyes, as if it could not understand what was happening now.

The big dog tried to walk backwards on two legs, but fell down uncontrollably and was forced to try to walk on four legs. During the occasional falls and turns, it struggled to move to a water hole left by the rain a few days ago. Beside the pit, he lowered his head and looked at his current appearance.

Its eyes were full of shock.

Siran: "..."

Siran was also shocked.

He quickly turned his head to look at Yun Mo beside him, opened his mouth slightly, and his voice sounded weak: "...is that you?"

Yun Mo closed his eyes, and nodded in exceptional silence.

For a moment, the two looked at each other speechlessly.

The scene in front of me is still going on.

After Yun Mo possessed Da Gouzi, after a short period of daze and shock, he quickly regained his composure. He knew nothing about the world, and stumbled into a supermarket. He tried to drive him away, but was stopped by Siran who came to buy snacks.

Si Ran looked at the big dirty dog ​​and its vigilant look with its tail curled up. For some reason, it reminded him of the raccoon cat that sneaked into the supermarket for him.

Siran adopted this big dog.

He doesn't live in the university, so it's not a problem to have a pet, but this big dog looks very vigilant, so he took a lot of effort, gave it a bath, trimmed the knotted hair, Finally, I took a closer look at the dog and nodded, "You're still quite handsome. How about a name for you, and I'll call it Rhubarb?"

This name that reached a certain level naturally aroused Yun Mo's protest. I don't know if it was because he was possessed by an animal. Yun Mo's original consciousness was inevitably affected by the dog's influence, and he became a little childish. On Siran's lap, he opened his mouth and yelled: "Quack!"

Siran and Yunmo Gouzi were silent at the same time.

"Quack?" Siran nodded solemnly, "All right, then I'll call you Dagua."

Yun Dagua: "..."

That's how Dagua's name was decided.

Siran and Dagua have been together for four full years.

Dagua is a very reserved dog, and he doesn’t like to bark at ordinary times. Si Ran thought it was because of his personality. Later, when he got home early after class, he went home early and saw Dagua facing the wall alone, his voice Small, very serious and earnestly practicing calls, from croaking to bleating to chirping, everything, and occasionally a normal bark will appear.

Siran suppressed a smile and quietly backed out, leaving Dagua with a face.

During the time Dagua was there, Siran became strangely more cheerful.

He didn't like to laugh or talk at first, but when Da Gua first came, he always seemed to be a little unhappy, but suddenly found that if he had nothing to do and talked to Da Gua more, Da Gua would be more lively that day.

I don't know if it was really lively, or if I was annoyed by him, anyway, the effect was achieved.

Dagua also likes to see him smile. As long as he squints his eyes and shows a happy smile, Dagua's expression will be much gentler. Ran's back.

For four full years, compared to the silent Si Ran when he first entered school, everyone was amazed at his change.

Until... a particularly sweltering summer day.

Siran has already graduated and is living a leisurely life of going out for a walk with the dog every day. It was hot this day, and he took Dagua out with him. Dagua stuck out his tongue and tried hard to dissipate heat with a serious face, but he had already been caught. The scorching sun made me a little dizzy.

Siran regretted coming out a bit. He was about to turn his head and go home when he caught a glimpse of a small shop across the road from a distance. There was a big freezer selling popsicles at the door.

He wanted to buy a popsicle for Da Gua to cool down, so he asked Da Gua to wait here, cross the street to buy something, and be back soon.

Just as he bought popsicles and went out, Siran was surrounded by several people.

He is good-looking, his skin looks like it is not tanned, and it is extraordinarily fair. Although he is more than 1.7 meters tall, he is thin and does not gain weight no matter how much he eats. He has three big characters "easy to bully" written from head to toe.

A few hooligans surrounded him with a smile, someone reached out and pinched his face, and said with a smile: "Oh, this kid, he looks too tender."

Si Ran turned cold, not wanting to get entangled with this group of people, and walked forward sullenly, but was pulled back by one of the gangsters, who clicked his tongue: "The clothes are good, brand-name, buddy Money is a little tight these days, why don't you give me some money?"

Silan took out a few banknotes from his pocket expressionlessly and handed them over.

"Hey, he's still a big money." A man became dishonest, pulling Siran's clothes to touch his pockets, "Take out your wallet too... What's your expression? I'm here for you How are you doing?"

Silan pursed his lips, trying hard to get rid of the entanglement of these people, the verbal conflict quickly escalated into physical pushing, a little gangster stretched out his hand and waved at Siran——

Dagua on the opposite side noticed the situation here.

It had a serious face, and when it saw Siran being beaten, anger burst out in the dog's eyes, and it rushed towards the opposite side.

Stab—bang!

Accompanied by a piercing sound of brakes, a car couldn't dodge it in time, and crashed straight into Dagua who was crossing the road!

Siran turned his head when he heard the sound, his pupils constricted violently: "Big quack!"

Dagua was knocked into the air in an instant, and he rolled on the ground several times before stopping. The small dog curled up, looking even thinner.

Si Ran made a sudden effort like crazy, pushed away the people around him, and rushed onto the road, but the moment he reached Da Gua, he froze for a moment.

He squatted down slowly and reached out to press Dagua's body.

The siren sounded endlessly behind him, and Siran buried his head in his arms and ran to the side of the road. His mind was divided into two halves, one half was filled with emptiness, and the other half was exceptionally sober. A little soft, but trying to run forward——

"What are you doing, why are you running with a dead dog in your arms—" the little gangster was irritated by Si Ran's push, and quickly surrounded him, "You dare to fight back, you——"

Siren raised his head abruptly.

At that moment, his eyes seemed to be soaked in ice, like a bottomless pool of water, with endless darkness and malice gushing out from the end, and all the punks were startled, as if they were being stared at by a ferocious beast , passing through a chill from head to toe.

"roll."

After uttering this word, Siran closed his eyes, and as if he was tireless, he ran all the way with Dagua in his arms, and rushed straight to the nearest pet hospital.

"I can't help it, the internal organs are too injured, we can't cure it." After some examinations, the doctor said regretfully.

Siran went back to the bungalow with Dagua in his arms.

There is a small courtyard in the bungalow. Da Gua loves to stroll around here. He half kneeled on the ground, gently stroking Da Gua who was gradually losing its temperature on the ground. His eyes seemed to be dead, without any emotion.

He knelt in the yard for three whole days, neither eating nor drinking. The corpse decayed quickly in summer. It was only when the neighbors smelled the smell and reminded him that he suddenly came back to his senses. A small pit was buried.

After that day, he moved out of here and rented a room in a building lined with trees in the adjacent area.

The moment he stepped into the new house with simple luggage, he looked at the empty surroundings, the curtains were drawn, the house was dark, there were waves of dogs barking downstairs, a bus pulled up in the distance, and pedestrians got on. Up and down, the sound of station announcements came faintly, and people in the whole city were living at their own pace.

At that moment, he fell to the ground with his head down, his expression was calm, but tears dripped directly from his eyes.

From the summer when the raccoon cat died to now, he has buried the suppressed emotions and sorrows in the depths of his heart layer by layer for more than ten years. He thought that the years had faded away, but the buried things One day I will see the sun again, and all the pain and sorrow suddenly burst out at this moment.

Siran thought, he is sick.

He hoarded a box of instant food and didn't go out all day long. He fell into a state of madness and illusion. There were countless phantoms floating in front of his eyes. Coughing and croaking, he huddled in the corner and sat for a whole day.

He sometimes sits in front of the window, the height of the sixth floor is enough, he looks at the flat concrete road below, thinking, there should be few people coming here.

The psychological problem is reflected physically, and there are bursts of small but sharp pains rushing up from the bottom of his heart, like a bug running around in his body, his eyes will suddenly become red inexplicably, and the huge sadness is like ocean waves. It will come to my heart inadvertently, ebb and flow, never stop.

Once, he was standing in the kitchen peeling an apple, but suddenly he fell into an uncontrollable delusion, his limbs seemed uncontrollable, and when he recovered, the knife had already cut a hole on his neck. Bloody wounds.

He lowered his head, looking at the blood dripping onto his palm.

It’s good just like this, he thought dazedly, but suddenly there was someone calling his name in his ear, that person shouting his name loudly, the voice was very strange, but there was a kind of intriguing Weeping familiar.

Si Ran suddenly pulled out of his emotions, and looked around in a panic, but he didn't see anyone.

The moment Dagua died, Yun Mo was uncontrollably repelled by Siran's memory.

He subconsciously looked at Siran, who was watching the memories beside him, but it was empty.

Yun Mo turned his head and followed the traces of a little spiritual energy, and found that Siran's figure had already become illusory, almost merging with himself in memory, and the whole person was completely trapped in the past, unable to break free for a long time.

"Siran—"

Yun Mo mobilized his whole body's spiritual power, resisting Hong Chenyu's repulsion, he stretched out his hand, trying to wake up Si Ran who was immersed in memory, but it was in vain.

"Siran!"

He forced the spiritual power into his mouth and shouted loudly.

Memories still go on.

Silan went to the hospital to sew up the wound in silence, listened to the conversations of the people around him, and went home with the gauze on his neck.

The physical wound healed quickly, leaving a deep scar, but the psychological wound did not even show signs of healing.

Siran began to be unable to sleep all night, even if he fell asleep occasionally, he would be awakened by nightmares. Extreme fatigue deepened his hallucinations, and physical exhaustion sometimes forced him to fall asleep, but the boundary between dreams and reality seemed to be blurred. A large expanse of white light appeared in front of him, and he hugged his legs and curled up in the white light, his eyes were dull and out of focus.

The picture in front of Yun Mo's eyes was a bit blurred, he saw Si Ran sitting on the bed in a daze, biting his nails, the Si Ran who was watching and the Siran in his memory had completely merged into one.

He looked at the suddenly red eye sockets and the tears falling, as if the tip of his heart had been pierced by a sharp knife, twitching in pain.

The scene in front of him has begun to be shrouded in white mist, Yun Mo bit the tip of his tongue hard, his mouth was filled with the smell of rust, through this pain, he condensed all the spiritual power in his body, and the black sword at his waist flew with his spiritual power. Make a whistling sound.

He held the ink sword, and the brilliant golden light cut through the white mist, and the huge repulsive force caused pain in the internal organs.

Yun Mo took a deep breath and tried to touch Siran with all his strength. The space inside Hongchen Jade emitted strange fluctuations, and the shock spread.

There was pain between his brows, but his fingertips finally touched Siran's body.

At this moment, his soul seemed to be pulled out of his body, and he fell into a vast white space, sitting in a corner of the space, his eyes were empty.

Yun Mo's throat was dry, he walked slowly in front of Siran, and embraced this fragile person who was almost broken at the touch of a touch.

"It's okay," Yun Mo's voice was hoarse, he hugged Siran tightly, "it's okay, everything will pass."

Si Ran shed a tear on his shoulder and murmured: "It's all my fault."

All existence related to him will die, and it is his fault.

If he hadn't met him, the cihuamao would be fine, it wouldn't dig up human food in the trash can, and it wouldn't be killed by those people. Without a mouth to eat, old man Si would live better alone Okay, and Dagua... If it wasn't for saving him, how could Dagua cross the road.

He should have known a long time ago that it was best for him to be alone, to live alone and die alone, without implicating anyone.

But even so, he still couldn't help yearning for the time he spent with them. Those years lit up his dark path and brought his dead heart back to life little by little.

"It's not your fault!" Yun Mo took a deep breath, let go of his hands, wiped away the tears on Siran's face with trembling hands, and said softly, "Don't cry..."

The ubiquitous repulsive force suddenly increased, and Yun Mo's figure was illusory for a while, and he could no longer stay in Siran's memory. At the last moment, he could only lower his head and put a stone on Siran's forehead. light kiss.

"It's okay, don't be sad," Yun Mo hated his bad words very much at this moment, he could only say this sentence over and over again, "It's okay, I..."

I am still here.

In the next second, he was completely repelled by Hongchenyu.

Siran's memory continues.

He was ups and downs in endless pain, but after a dream that he couldn't remember clearly, he finally emerged from the sorrow that drowned him.

He didn't even remember what he dreamed about, he only felt that there was an illusory black figure in the dream, that person hugged him, the person's embrace was very warm, and the person said many words in his ear, but he remembered everything Can't stop.

But after waking up from the dream, Siran found that he had the ability to face pain.

Those past memories were buried in his heart again, and the sadness was still there, but he was able to continue walking.

……

It wasn't until he was 25 years old, when his soul returned to the realm of comprehension, that the memory scene constructed by Hongchenyu suddenly shattered, and suddenly he staggered forward a few steps, and almost fell face down, being caught by the cloud. Mo grabbed it.

The surroundings have returned to the darkness they had when they first came to Hongchenyu.

He stood firm, took a breath, turned his head to look at Yun Mo, blinked his eyes, his mind was filled with the words "Yun Mo is actually a big quack", and it took him a long time to swallow: "This "I didn't expect it, it's really you."

Yun Mo took a deep look at him.

At this moment, countless emotions seemed to surge in his eyes, like a pot of boiling water, and his voice was extremely soft: "It's me..."

Boom boom boom!

There were several landing sounds, and Wu Ying, Xie Rongqing, Liu Sirui and several other sword cultivators ended their memories one by one, and fell from different heights with a crackling sound.

Si Ran suddenly recovered from the stare at Yun Mo, scratched the side of his face lightly, and coughed twice as if to cover up.

In front of him, apart from Wu Ying who looked lazy, the rest of them all looked serious.

Infected by this atmosphere, Siran also gradually became serious, thinking that they all discovered something extraordinary from their memories.

Just like what Baoshu said, looking back at the past memory from the third perspective can discover many details that were not noticed before. Looking at the serious expressions of the group of sword cultivators, could it be that they have discovered some major events related to the survival of Jianzong?

Siran couldn't help holding his breath, glanced over the heavy faces of several people, raised his heart high, and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong?"

After a while of silence, Xie Rongqing took a deep breath, slapped his thigh angrily, and said sharply: "Okay, if it weren't for the replay of this memory, I wouldn't be able to remember it. The hundred spirit stones that Elder Qi borrowed from me are still missing." return!"

Siran who was worried: "...?"

"Ah——" Liu Sirui suddenly wailed in pain, and knelt down with his head in his arms, "I, I actually buried ten pieces of spiritual stones in the tree hole behind the mountain in the previous village! Didn't take them out! Didn't take them out! Behind That piece was blown up when a few monks were fighting! It was blown up!"

A little confused, Siran: "..."

"I just said, there is a reason for why I am so poor." Qin Jianxiu in blue sat down on the ground with a look of grief, "I didn't get the reward for a mission back then! I didn't get it! 50 Yuan Lingshi! Fifty!"

Si Ran with a blank face: "..."

The author has something to say: Siran: Hongchenyu is about to die of anger.

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