Those years of bking for green tea apprentices

(26)

The nightmare fell silent, and Fang Yan knew that he had guessed right when he saw his silence at the beginning, so he simply pushed away a shop by the side of the road and picked a seat inside to sit down.

"There's a seat for you." Fang Yanchu pointed to the seat opposite him, and politely pushed Meng Yan on the seat.

Nightmare generally does not reveal the entity, there are not a few people who have done it, and there are not too many stools that have been sat on, and the stools that are so hard and uncomfortable can be counted on one hand.He rubbed left and right on the cool and hard stool: "Why is this stool so cold?"

Through the glass, Fang Yanchu looked at the menu pressed down on the table, carefully reading line by line.He threw three words to Nightmare who was rambling: "You made it."

"I..." Nightmare didn't know what to say. He made this up according to the memories Fang Yanchu gave him. A normal person's memory should at least have a sofa. Why did he feel like a cold bang when he came to this saint? Hard plastic stools.

"I used to go to this store when I was young." Fang Yanchu finished reading a line, his eyes resting on the price behind the drinks. "At that time, I thought the things in this store were very expensive, but now it seems that it is nothing more than that."

Nightmare looked over and saw a number with the same front and back behind the menu - "8".

"Eight yuan is too expensive for you?" He pouted.

"Didn't you see it all just now? How can we afford it with the look of our house?" Fang Yanchu read the menu and didn't order anything.

Because there are no customers in this store, not even a clerk.

Nightmare noticed that even the bustling human voices just now were isolated by this store, and this place was like a corner independent of the world.

Fang Yanchu relaxed his body for the first time in a long time, leaned on the back of the chair, with his hands hanging down naturally, looking out of the window silently through the window facing the street.Even the stiff and cold back of the chair couldn't stop the leisurely atmosphere emanating from him. He enjoyed the tranquility of this moment just like ordinary people enjoy sunshine and hot springs.

On the contrary, Nightmare couldn't help shivering.He suddenly realized that all his actions were in the hands of the man in front of him, and what he saw and knew were all Fang Yanchu was willing to let go.

Even this small storefront seemed to be opened by Fang Yanchu at will, but it was carefully calculated by him.He had long implanted such a small shop with no one in his memory, just waiting for the moment when he opened the door to welcome him.

"How do I know if this is true or not?" Nightmare himself also found it funny that he actually asked such a question in the dream he made up.

"It's all true." Fang Yanchu casually picked up the small kettle beside the table, turned the glass over, and slowly poured clear water into the glass.Fang Yanchu's light but steady voice came faintly from the sound of water, "Whether it's at my home or here, it's all true."

"You think the chairs are cold and the store is quiet, because I only come here at night, and when I arrived, there was no one here, so I curled up on the chairs in the store and slept all night."

As he said, Mengyan subconsciously touched the surface of a chair. There was a trace of water vapor on the plastic chair, which reminded Mengyan of the wall at night.They often stand quietly, accepting the scrutiny of the night, and silently welcome the arrival of dawn.

Just like this person in front of me.

He read Fang Yanchu's expression carefully, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that he was unfathomable.

He had once been fortunate enough to see Fang Yanchu kill a man. His swordsmanship was superb, and the blood sprayed from the throat fell like rain, but Fang Yanchu neither held an umbrella nor sheltered from the rain. They all avoid him.

At that time, his face was calm, like a pool of calm water, it was difficult for you to predict what would be worth his change of face through that expression.

"Those ten years were all fake." Although Mengmai couldn't tell clearly, this place is indeed a place that doesn't exist in the real world, and it is even more impossible for Fang Yanchu, as a sage of heaven, to have such a period of childhood.

"Oh." Fang Yanchu nodded, sipping water in small sips, "It's quite true here. —— Relax, since you've told Shang Fuliang, I won't kill you."

"Cut." Nightmare twitched the corners of her lips disdainfully.If he hadn't seen Fang Yanchu kill someone, maybe he would have believed it, but after seeing him...

saint?Killing God is right.

"It seems that Shang Fuliang has instilled a lot of negative impressions of me in you." Fang Yanchu peeled off a piece of candy, stacked the candy paper with the previous one, and drew a trace on the two overlapping candy papers, "I am nothing Everyone was killed."

"Don't kill the unknown. We all know the rules of Lord Longyou."

It seemed that Meng Yan didn't really want to continue talking with Fang Yanchu on this topic.Although Meng Meng himself was reluctant to admit it, Fang Yanchu went through the blood rain to kill Penglai like a god of death that day, which did bring him a lot of psychological pressure.

"Well, what did Shang Fuliang say about me?"

"Him?" After finally stopping talking about the murder, Mengyan began to talk about Shang Fuliang without any hesitation.He doesn't have any friendship with Shang Fuliang. He didn't mention him before because of the curse: "He just said that you are a saint of heaven but you don't perform the duties of a saint. Something like that. ——You almost dismantled Penglai back then, and even killed his apprentice. He has such a good relationship with his apprentice, so he should have disliked you."

"He has another apprentice?" Fang Yanchu chinned silently, silently recalling, "I can't seem to remember."

Nightmare began to do as the Romans did, picked up a small teapot and poured himself a glass of water, drinking while blowing: "The sword is good, but when you killed Penglai, you cut it with a sword, and Shang Fuliang stopped you. They were chopped off too.—The water smells like shoe polish."

"There is such a thing, so I am really arrogant?"

Penglai is the abode of immortals. The mountains are in the middle of the sea, and there is no wind, but the waves are vast, and the most precipitous.Therefore, except for the natural immortals born in Penglai, other people can only enter Penglai after they have reached the Tribulation Transcendence Stage.Fang Yanchu couldn't imagine what happened to him to break through Wanli Yuanhai and go to Penglai to kill.

"You can't be arrogant, you have a reason."

"what reason?"

"..." The nightmare suddenly got stuck, and he shook his head as if he had been hit by something, "It's strange, why can't I remember it, it shouldn't be, there should be a very important thing here. "

Fang Yanchu watched Mengyan from the sidelines, watching him shake his head constantly, groping around with his hands as if looking for something.

As a demon who specializes in spiritual power, Nightmare has its own set of management methods for memory, otherwise Nightmare is very likely to blur the boundary between itself and others.

According to Fang Yanchu's understanding, they usually compile other people's memories into a book and put them in the library in their minds in order. Each book has its own corresponding number, which makes it easy to find and consult.Important things will be marked for easy reference at any time.

Nightmare can't find memory, this kind of thing can be regarded as a disqualification for Nightmare.

Fang Yanchu always thinks a lot. He put down the water glass, and while watching the movement of Mengmai looking for him, he stepped forward to hold his hand, and said softly, "Look up, and look at me."

His eyes were deep and deep, showing an amber color under the dim light of the shop, like a pool of still pools of water.The moment Meng Yan raised her head, she felt as if she was sucked in by these eyes, and fell into the water of Wang Tan all of a sudden.

The gentle and quiet water enveloped him, and the water flowed quietly around his hands.

Across the deep pool, Meng Meng heard a voice: "Are you looking for something? What can't you find?"

"Mine," Nightmare said involuntarily, "memories."

"If you look for something else, you may have misplaced it."

"Others, other..." Nightmare frantically rummaged through the library in her mind, continuing to search from the string of missing numbers, "Not here, not here, There is no..."

"did you find it?"

The voice lured him, and he replied foolishly, "I found it."

"Read it to me."

"Longyou Lord Fang Yan entered the sea of ​​blood at the beginning, and he walked in the sea of ​​blood for 800 years, and the sea of ​​blood was named a saint." Meng Meng read that memory to Fang Yanchu word by word, "All under the saint are ants, and Penglai is not fair. , the sage took action, and sealed Penglai's entry and exit for 8000 years."

"Oh—" Fang Yanchu elongated his voice, and withdrew his hand, "So that's what happened, even I don't remember this part."

Fang Yanchu's memory is only clear to him, 900% of which is nominally lost, but in fact he can only remember [-]% of it.His memory is only limited to being punished by heaven into the sea of ​​blood, where he walked with difficulty for [-] years, and the sea of ​​blood burned his body and soul like a flame.

What happened after that was like being gouged out alive, and no matter what method he used, it was difficult to get it back.

Fang Yanchu realized that his lost memory had a great relationship with this strange time.

It is a certain person or thing at this point in time who is avoiding his own memory.

It's just that I didn't expect that this person's entanglement with me was so deep?There are [-]% of them, how many years of memory has been taken away?

"Mr. Longyou." Mengyan's voice was worse than his expression, "What did you do to me just now?"

"Just a little ecstasy."

"Do the sages of the Dao of Heaven also practice the ways of villains?" Meng Meng always thought that only the demons were so shameless, but they didn't expect the saints to be so shameless!

"It's just the same goal by different routes. If it's a great soul search technique, you can't even maintain your human form now." Fang Yanchu smiled slightly, "It's still useful for me to keep you."

"Once the dream dissipates, I will escape into the dream, and the evil spirit will naturally disappear. At that time, you will not be able to find me if you want to find me."

"It's not me who is looking for it. Naturally, people with a lot of evil spirit should take care of the evil spirit." His smile was hidden behind the transparent cup, his eyebrows were slightly raised, and he looked behind the nightmare, "—look, he is here gone."

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