The corner of the magic path was dug by me [Rebirth]

For a swordsman, his hands are the most important thing on his body. If he can't hold a sword, he cannot be called a swordsman.Using spiritual power to wield a sword?That can only be called instrument repair.

A slight twitching of the fingers is an extremely sharp pain.

Of course, Lu Ningchu would not fail to recognize the wound he left, not to mention the familiar sword intent, even Qingxue was clearly inserted in his palm.

Qingxue is his natal spirit sword, which cannot be controlled by others.

Moreover, the upper realm is empty, and indeed there is no one else.

Lu Ningchu immediately understood that he had forgotten something.

The scars go deep into the bone, and the sword intent prevents healing. This is to feel the pain all the time, and to remind myself that the forgotten things are extremely important and must be retrieved.

However, it seemed a little too late for him to strike.

Lu Ningchu stared blankly at the unfinished slap in the palm of his right hand, unable to think of what words he was going to leave behind.

Because there is only half of the vertical stroke, this stroke may be "vertical" or "vertical stroke".There are three dots of water, and the fourth stroke is these two strokes, there are at least a dozen of them.

And even if you find the right word, which one of the names of people, places, or objects does this "long what" refer to?

Lu Ning was stunned for a long time, but finally could only control Qingxue to pull it out.Relying on clueless guesses to complete, will only mislead yourself.

The wound did not heal, but the blood was no longer falling.The ever-present pain grabbed Lu Ningchu's attention firmly, making him stare at the writing in his palm, and fell into a daze again.

He thought about every possible word, every possible thing that "dragon something" might refer to, but no matter what, he had no sign of recalling it.

Longlei, Longdong, Longyuan, Longmiao, Longjian... Every qualified word is like a floating castle in the air, and there is no trace of its existence at all.

The self who has never forgotten his time, does not hesitate to leave eternal scars on the most important hands, this is for him to never give up.

Standing cross-legged, Lu Ningchu arched his back and bowed his head, staring at the palms of his hands, as if he had become a sculpture.

Only the air of chaos, without the upper realm where the sun rises and the moon sets, cannot reveal the changes of time.I don't know how long it took before Lu Ningchu finally moved again.

He straightened up, propped his knees to untie the cross-legged position, and changed to a standing position again, but the frown still did not untie.

Qingxue reappeared and was held in the palm of a trembling hand.Lu Ningchu raised his head and looked around. There was a nearby palace, with gurgling water and chirping birds. There were obviously a lot of noises, but he still felt an unreasonable silence.

If you can't remember it, just look for it.

The "chessboard" has been erased by the way of heaven, and the fate of all living beings has returned to concealment, and no one can fiddle with it arbitrarily.After the ascension, the divine sense that became more powerful expanded rapidly, and after detecting the relics left by the sky-thieves, only boundless chaos remained.

Lu Ningchu withdrew his gaze in disappointment, raised his hand and waved Qingxue.

Countless light blue sword shadows shot out quickly, smashing the relics left by the sky-thieves, and then sank into the depths of the chaos without leaving a single ripple.

Lu Ningchu swung his sword again, trying to find the barrier between the upper and lower realms.

What he was looking for was not here.

He wants to go back to the lower realm.

But the distance in the chaos is very strange, the distance is not visible to the naked eye, sometimes it looks very close, but it is actually very far away, and sometimes it is vice versa.After the gate of heaven was closed, the chaos changed, and I don't know where the barrier between the two worlds was hidden.

However, constantly stirring up the chaos with swords finally disturbed the Dao of Heaven.

The soft wind caressed gently, Lu Ningchu stopped his movements, and explained his motives to the confused Tiandao.

"I want to go back to the lower realm."

The gentle wind swayed.

Lu Ningchu clenched Qingxue tightly, making the pain in his hands even worse.

"I'm going to find something, something very important."

The wind stopped for a while, and then came back again.

Lu Ningchu said solemnly: "I'm just looking for something, I won't mess around."

For the sword cultivator who helped him, even if he was ruthless, Tiandao also had a little more trust and tolerance.

The wind disappeared completely, but Lu Ningchu was refreshed, and he drew his sword in the direction that Tiandao pointed out to him, until a crack was opened.

Behind the rift is the bustling crowd. When Lu Ning first plunged into it, he felt that he had already reached the high altitude of the blue sky and white clouds in a blink of his eyes.

After distinguishing the mountains and rivers below and finding the direction, he rushed towards the Wuji Sword Sect.

Arriving near the gate of Wuji Sword Sect, Lu Ningchu was slightly taken aback, looking at the figures flying in and out with some surprise.

It is impossible for Li Hentian to leave the small world as soon as he leaves, so how long has he stayed in the upper world?Or is the time in the upper realm and the lower realm different, one day in the sky and one year in the world?

With Lu Ningchu's current cultivation base, if he doesn't want to, no one will be able to spy on his whereabouts, and the Wuji Sword Sect's grand formation will not stop him.

After entering the Wuji Sword Sect unimpededly, there are people walking in and out of every mountain peak, it can be seen that they have completely moved out of the small world.Lu Ningchu hurriedly glanced over, and was about to go straight to the main hall to find Lu Qingyue, but suddenly stopped his eyes and stared at a white mountain peak in the distance.

That's where he lives.

It is white and white, and it is a flower called Yuejianyou.

Yue Jianyou was planted by him.

But, why did he plant a mountain full of Yuejianyou in his residence?

The fingers hanging by the side twitched slightly, the heart-pounding pain reached the heart that suddenly beat faster, and the eyes full of confusion and distress finally lit up with a burning look.

——Yuejianyou is to the dragon clan, just like catnip is to cats.

Did he plant so many Yuejianyou in order to attract the dragon clan like the phoenix was attracted by the phoenix tree?

Although the second word on the palm could not be confirmed, the first word was actually "Dragon". Of course, he would wonder if what he forgot had something to do with the dragon race.It's just that when I was thinking about it in the upper realm, everything was like a floating castle in the air, none of which could cause any waves of memory, and of course I didn't feel that the "dragon" in my hand must be related to the dragon race.

At this time, seeing Yue Jianyou who had been planted by himself decades ago, he recalled the connection between Yue Jianyou and the dragon clan from the corner of his memory.

just.

The scorching look converged.

There have been no dragons in the lower realm for tens of thousands of years.

Could it be that he wanted to remind himself that he must find the Dragon Clan and take one of them home?Does he have any special hobby for dragons?That "dragon what" is a clue related to finding the dragon family?

Moreover, if it's just such a small thing, just a personal preference, why would he forget it?

What's the point of forgetting these?

Dragon.

Even from a long distance, Lu Ningchu could see clearly that the blown petals of Yue Jianyou were blown away by the wind.

He had new doubts.No one can break through the lower bound of the Great Formation of the Wuji Sword Sect. Even if there are dragons reappearing in the world, if he planted such a mountain in the Wuji Sword Sect, the dragons would not be able to enter.

Could it be that he has successfully abducted a dragon?

And it was the dragon that was forgotten?

Lu Ningchu frowned and thought hard, trying to stir up some memories, but no matter how he thought about it, let alone the memories of getting along with dragons, even the impression of dragons appearing in the lower realm did not appear.

Suddenly a sword cultivator flew past not far away, and he came back to his senses and realized that he could ask Lu Qingyue.

He lost his memory, but others did not.

Lu Ningchu hid his figure, and no one would have found him if he hadn't taken the initiative to expose him.He hurriedly flew to the main hall, appeared in shape, and hurried in.

Someone in the hall is talking.

Someone is persuading: "The newly recruited disciples this year are all good, do you really not consider accepting another apprentice?"

Some people are impatient: "I told you not to mention this matter again."

Persuade that person not to give up: "Qingyue, I know you can't let go..."

However, halfway through the conversation, it was interrupted by the crisp sound of the jade cup slipping from Lu Qingyue's hand.

"Ning Chu!"

When Lu Qingyue got up abruptly, the elders were still surprised, but after hearing this sound, they were all shocked, and followed Lu Qingyue's gaze to look outside the hall.

Wearing white clothes, Jian Xiu, who looked like a teenager, stood not far from the gate of the palace, showing some white teeth, and greeted with a smile: "Disciple Lu Ningchu, I have met the master and all the elders."

Lu Qingyue and the elders immediately went up to meet them.

"Xiao Ningchu, didn't you ascend?"

"Yes, yes, why are you back? You brat didn't even know to tell us when you left!"

"Are you back from heaven? What happened to those sky-stealers?"

The elders were chattering all over the place, but Lu Qingyue just looked at it. He didn't see anything unusual until he looked up and down repeatedly, and then he said with some difficulty: "It's good to come back."

Ascension is difficult, but returning to the lower realm is even more difficult. After all, the monks after ascension are too powerful. If they can return to the lower realm at will, the lower realm may be messed up.So even if Lu Ningchu can defeat the Sky Thief, Lu Qingyue is ready for a farewell - even if he has a chance to ascend, he may not be able to succeed.

Lu Ningchu was stunned, then pursed his lips and smiled, "Yes."

Lu Ningchu answered several questions before finally dispelling the surprise of the elders.It was only then that the elders remembered that they blocked people at the door and interrogated them for a long time without even giving them a seat.

They hurriedly greeted the people in, and Lu Ningchu asked, "Now that everyone has moved out, how many years has it been since I ascended?"

The elders immediately looked at him a few more times, the fifth elder patted him on the shoulder, and said with some emotion: "It's been 20 years. And it hasn't been long since we moved out. This is when I went out to inquire about the news two years ago, and I heard about the magic way. Gu Chongming has broken through the Taoism stage, knowing that you have won those sky-thieves, we finally moved out with confidence."

Lu Ning thought about it for a while, even if he did grind those sky-thieves for a long time, he would never reach the point of 20 years.It seems that there is indeed a so-called "one day in the sky, one year on earth".

Lu Qingyue didn't notice anything unusual just now, it was because Lu Ningchu's hands were hanging down, half of his palms were covered by his sleeves.However, when he was seated, it was inevitable that he would reveal his clues, and Lu Qingyue noticed it immediately.

"Ning Chu, what's wrong with your hand!?" The person who was about to continue immediately stood up again, and even anxiously came to Lu Ningchu to ask him to spread his palm.

A sword repairer must hold the sword with his hands. If there is a problem with both hands of the sword repairer, he will no longer be able to be a sword repairer.

The injury on his hand could not be concealed, so Lu Ningchu had no choice but to spread his palm.

"Master, don't worry, this is my own injury."

"Why are you hurting your own hand!" Lu Qingyue couldn't help but angrily scolded.

Although Lu Ningchu's hands are still intact, the scars piercing through his palms are enough to show how ruthless he was when he struck.

Lu Ningchu was taken aback, with a little panic in his eyes.

"Master... do you know what the word I didn't finish writing is?"