After securing the script of the villain Taoist

Just in case, Sang Yuan checked the wish power ball in the main body space, and according to the wish power, he was sure that the one in front of him was the sword lord Qi Ning'an.

A good swordsman, how did he become like this?

He was about to speak, but Yi Rou who was next to him grabbed him and whispered in his ear: "Don't panic, maybe what is in front of you is an illusion."

In what illusion is there a sword master in a happy suit with a smile in his eyes?That's too scary!

But Sang Yuan said: "Sword Lord is real."

Now it was Yi Rou's turn to be shocked, she pointed quietly, and guessed: "Could it be that Sword Lord has been taken away?"

The corner of Sang Yuan's mouth twitched, and he said affirmatively, "No."

"Why is that?" A big question mark appeared in Yi Rou's head. She wanted to send a voice transmission to Lord Jian to ask about the situation, but found that the aura in her body had disappeared.

Not only her, but also Sang Yuan and Chang Qing.

"Don't panic." Sang Yuan comforted them, speculating, "Mr. Jian must have discovered something abnormal here, so he did this. We cooperate."

His reason sounds reasonable, and it is impossible to refute it.Cultivators who cannot use spiritual power are no different from ordinary people except that their physical fitness is stronger under the perennial infiltration of spiritual energy.

Excluding the possibility of Qi Ningan being taken away, this is the most reasonable guess.

Yi Rou only felt that everything was wrong, but Sang Yuan was normal, after all, she had the power of a wish, and Chang Qing, who had just started practicing, was used to it.

The four pairs of eyes looked at each other, and after a while, Sang Yuan walked over and asked, "Jianjun, what's wrong with you?"

"Sword Lord?" The person on the opposite side frowned slightly, as if a little puzzled, "Are you calling me? I'm not some Sword Lord, my name is Qi Ning'an."

Sang Yuan finally turned pale with shock, took a step back, and looked at him in surprise.

The three of them still thought that the Sword Lord was acting. Sang Yuan gathered his mind, leaned in front of him, held back his shame, and turned his head to try to make a secret signal. The voice happened to be heard only by each other: "Crypt Hot Spring."

Unexpectedly, Qi Ning'an still looked at him suspiciously, with a faint smile on his lips, but he answered the wrong question: "Do you want to go to the hot spring?"

"Tianyan..." He thought about changing the temptation, and seeing that he was indifferent, he said unwillingly, "Last night..."

But Qi Ning'an still looked calm and calm, and couldn't understand what he said.

Sang Yuan:! ! !

Incredible!Qi Ning'an has lost his memory!

He quickly told the other two people about this judgment. As for the reason for the judgment, he didn't say anything about it, but it didn't affect the astonished expressions on the faces of the master and the apprentice.

They had long thought that they would encounter many dangers when they came to the Vast Sea Secret Realm, and it was normal to encounter powerful monsters, but they never expected that Sword Lord would lose his memory!

If Sang Yuan hadn't sworn to promise that this was the real Sword Lord, they would definitely think this was a counterfeit.

Yi Rou looked dazed, wanting to cry but not crying: "This must be an illusion!"

Qi Ningan saw him running back and forth like a rabbit, but his eyes were full of tolerance. He glanced at them lightly, stepped over, looked at Sang Yuan and said, "Is this the friend who came to congratulate us?"

He took a step forward, cupped his hands and said, "Welcome to my wedding with Sang Yuan."

Yi Rou hurriedly pulled Chang Qing to avoid his salute, and was the first to react, and responded: "It should be, it should be."

Qi Ning'an glanced at them again, and finally stared at Sang Yuan, and said while his scalp was tingling, "You came back just in time, everything is ready, we will get married tonight."

Sang Yuan wanted to sew his mouth shut.

Seeing him standing there silently, Qi Ningan asked softly: "What's wrong? Everything here is according to your request, are you unhappy?"

Everyone was confused by Sword Lord's operation, so Yi Rou quietly suggested to him: "Anyway, you are already Taoist couples, follow him first, maybe you can find something."

She was really afraid of what Qi Ning'an would do because Sang Yuan didn't agree.Although everyone is mortal now, she instinctively feels that he is more dangerous.

"I'm not unhappy." Sang Yuan reluctantly coped and said, "I'm just a little scared before marriage."

"Fear before marriage? What is that?" He said calmly, and the smile on his lips disappeared.

Yi Rou shuddered inexplicably, and seeing Sang Yuan pursed her lips, she immediately explained: "The fear before marriage is that he is afraid that you will treat him badly after marrying you, and that's why I'm a little worried."

The smile on Qi Ning'an's face came back again, his eyes seemed a little stubborn, he stared at him and said, "I will treat you well."

What kind of swordsman is this?Yi Rou shuddered again, this time it was acid.

Changqing watched all this quietly, as if he didn't understand what happened.

But Sangyuan felt a little baffled, but now there was no better way, he could only let Qi Ningan lead him to the village, and decided to take a step to see.

Different from the cold physique of the Sword Lord of the Mahayana period, Qi Ning'an's hands felt warm to the touch, and the strength of his holding hands was just right. The whole palm of his hand wrapped Sang Yuan's hand inside, and he looked sideways at him from time to time.

Sang Yuan didn't need to look to know that the expression on his face must be stiff now, this is really too strange.

Yi Ruan and Changqing followed carefully, the more surprised the expression on their faces as they walked in.

The village is very lively, because it is winter, the villagers are all dressed thickly, but they walk lightly and their faces are beaming.

Along the way, red lanterns were hung under the eaves of every house, and some villagers passing by saw Qi Ningan leading him back, showing a relieved smile.

Sang Yuan stared at Qi Ning'an from time to time, and found that his once cold and hard outline had softened under his icy breath. His feet were stepping on snow, and the exposed toes of his shoes were stained with two smears of white snow, just like ordinary people walking on snow.

The wedding dress on his body was particularly eye-catching in the snow. He seemed to sense that Sang Yuan was looking at him, with a smile on his lips, and slightly lowered his head: "What's wrong?"

Too much is wrong!Your fresh appearance like green bamboo is the biggest problem!

Where did the cold Sword Lord go?

Frowning slightly, Sang Yuan didn't understand why he had changed so much since what he felt was Qi Ning'an himself.

Can amnesia really change a person's personality?

He wasn't stupid enough to tell the truth directly, he just shook his head and said in a serious manner: "It's nothing, I'm just a little nervous."

Qi Ningan stopped in his tracks, stretched out his hands to straighten his messy hair at the temples, and said in a comforting voice, "Don't be afraid, I will treat you well."

Sang Yuan: It's because you said these inexplicable words that I'm afraid!

Sang Yuan wanted to cry but had no tears, and after finally finishing his expression, he decided to ask something when Qi Ning'an is so talkative now.

"You..." It's a pity that before he finished asking, Changqing behind him walked quickly to a room, and even fell down in a hurry.

Changqing quickly got up, not even caring about the residual snow on his body, and said with a trembling voice, "Mother!"

mother?Sang Yuan looked in the direction of his line of sight, and sure enough, she saw a gentle and kind woman standing under the eaves, like a relative who was waiting for a long time to return.

How could Evergreen's mother appear in the Vast Sea Secret Realm?He knew in his heart that it was impossible, but Chang Qing had already walked up to the woman excitedly.

The woman was wearing a maroon jacket, and the marks left by the years on her face did not damage her beauty. Her eyes were as gentle as water, and she said affectionately: "Changqing, you are back!"

Changqing stared at that familiar face, even the wooden hairpin on her bun for a long time.

Behind him, Sang Yuan frowned and shouted: "Changqing!"

Changqing woke up like a dream, he turned around and trotted over, and said excitedly: "It's really my mother! I carved that wooden hairpin myself before I left."

It is a gourd-style wooden hairpin, representing peace.

Seeing Chang Qing running around, the woman was not in a hurry, she bowed to Qi Ning'an very skillfully, and said in a warm voice: "Thanks to Mr. Qi, you can meet my son by bringing me here."

Did Qi Ning'an do it?

Sang Yuan only felt that his mind was muddled, and he couldn't figure out the current situation at all.Before he could speak, Changqing said gratefully, "Thank you Sword Master!"

It seems that Changqing has been convinced.

Seeing him like this, Sang Yuan couldn't say the sentence "Your mother is fake".

"Unhappy?" Qi Ning'an's expression was clear but not cold. Compared with the Sword Lord who lived on the top of the mountain, he looked like a different person. He squeezed Sang Yuan's palm, as if the two should have a close relationship, and whispered, "Don't worry, the wedding is scheduled for the evening. The style of wedding dress you said you liked last time has already been prepared."

Sang Yuan: It’s not me, I never said such a thing.

Over there, Changqing had already happily entered the house with his mother, and finally stuck out his head from the door and said loudly: "Come on, my mother has already cooked the food."

Sang Yuan politely declined, after all he knew that now was not the time to eat.But there is no sense of danger here, and he has no extra energy to argue with Changqing about the real mother and the fake mother.

After all, now Qi Ning'an is looking at him without blinking.

Although his expression was peaceful at this time, Sang Yuan knew that his palms were tightening constantly, and the hot palms dispelled the chill brought by winter. It was clearly winter here, but he didn't feel very cold wearing only moonlight wide sleeves.

Sang Yuan raised his head to look at him, his eyes stayed between his gentle eyebrows and eyes, his brow bones were clear and handsome, except for the frosty and snowy temperament, the whole person was completely like a sword king.

What's more, the palm holding his own hand also has rough and thin calluses like the sword king.

This is Qi Ning'an, he is absolutely sure.

"Who are you looking through me?" The beautiful sword eyebrows frowned, and Qi Ning'an saw his daze in those peach blossom eyes, the coldness flashed across the eyes, and soon disappeared.

He approached Sang Yuan, their breaths intertwined for a moment, then chuckled noncommittally: "You can only look at me."

Sang Yuan: Heh.

Although he didn't know why it happened like this, Sangyuan felt strangely that there was no danger here.

He smiled helplessly, his peach blossom eyes slightly raised, and reached out to touch Qi Ning'an's brow, seemingly sincerely: "I'm looking at you."

I don't know whether Qi Ning'an believed it or not, but he didn't say anything, but pulled Sang Yuan into an extraordinarily exquisite wooden house, the pillars inside were wrapped in red silk, and even the bed was covered with a red quilt.

"You rest here first, I'll bring you your wedding clothes, and we'll be married tonight." He looked at Sang Yuan, with tenderness in his eyes that couldn't be concealed, and even a light kiss on her forehead, Afraid of scaring him away.

Sang Yuan didn't want to provoke him, so he nodded cooperatively, hoping that he would go out quickly.

After Qi Ning'an left, he breathed a sigh of relief like a heavy burden, and didn't care about the kiss on his forehead that was about to leave.

After losing his memory, Qi Ning'an made it impossible for him to accept the move.

He sat absent-mindedly at the table, not daring to touch anything here.Because it was cold winter, the sky was gloomy, and the current hour could not be seen.

His eyes fell on the lit dragon and phoenix candles, and as the candles flickered, he realized that it was probably not far from night.

Thinking of what Qi Ning'an said about the evening wedding, he always felt a little warm in his ears.But he didn't have time to think about it so much, he got up and opened the window a little bit, the villagers should be busy preparing for the wedding at night, and no one was guarding here.

It's also possible that they all acquiesced that he and Qi Ning'an were consensual.Especially when he easily opened the door, it was even more certain.

Sang Yuan slipped out, he decided to go to Elder Yi Rou first.

When Qi Ning'an brought him here earlier, he found that Yi Rou didn't know where to go.

Could it be that she found something wrong and looked for clues?

Sang Yuan didn't know, and he didn't know when Qi Ning'an would come back, so he had to find her quickly while he was going to get the wedding clothes.

There weren't too many houses in the village, so he tried to avoid the villagers as much as possible. The storage bag couldn't be opened, so he couldn't add an extra piece of clothing.Although the Fire Phoenix cloak in the body space can be taken out, I am afraid that the too strong color will be too conspicuous in the snow.

He stepped on the snow with one deep foot and one shallow foot, and only when the cold hit the soles of his feet did he realize that his shoes and socks were wet.

But now is obviously not the time to worry about these things. Sang Yuan bit her lip, ignored the frost on the ends of her hair, and looked at the surrounding environment very vigilantly. After avoiding the villagers for the fourth time, she finally heard it outside a house. Yi Rou's voice was heard.

"Ji Yan, I finally found you." Her voice was so sweet that honey water could be condensed, but it was like thunder in Sang Yuan's ears.

Sang Yuan tried her best to ignore the cold around her body, quietly stood up and opened the window a little.

He finally saw what was going on inside.

Beside the burning stove, Yi Rou nestled like a bird in the arms of a tall man with handsome features.The man looked down at her and said something that made her chuckle.

Sang Yuan saw the man's face slightly similar to Chang Qing's, and was about to take a closer look in surprise, when she saw Yi Rou wrapping his arms around his neck, and the man's head lowered slightly, covered by her exclamation. down.

Sang Yuan didn't look again, he just glanced at him, and he couldn't see anything wrong with the man, but he saw the endless affection in Yi Rou's eyes.

She is willing.

He closed the window gently, and the ambiguous voice inside was faintly visible, intertwined with the crackling sound of burning wood in the stove, forming a very ambiguous and moving tune.

The hope of discussing with Yi Rou disappeared, Sang Yuan refused to give up, enduring the discomfort of soaked shoes and socks, and prepared to go to Changqing.

But when he turned around, he was almost scared to death by the person in front of him.

Qi Ningan looked at him quietly with his eyes, without any anger on his face.

"What are you doing?" His eyes were light and light, but he felt a little heavy on Sang Yuan.

There was a sudden sound of footsteps from inside the window, as if the people inside had found someone outside to check.

Sang Yuan froze for two breaths, then quickly reacted, saw that he was about to speak, and immediately pulled him towards him, and the two of them squatted under the window together.

There was a slow "squeak" sound from the window, and Sang Yuan covered his mouth like last time, signaling him not to speak.

As expected, Qi Ning'an remained quiet, and Sang Yuan was about to pull him to slowly slip away from the bottom, but found that his feet were already frozen.

The window was opened a slit from the inside, and the warm orange light was projected on the white snow, as if it was still hot.

"Ji Yan, come here quickly." Inside, Yi Rou called out coquettishly, as if calling her lover back, with indescribable urgency.

After opening a little gap, it was finally closed again, and the sound of footsteps gradually faded away.

Sang Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, only to find that a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back when he came back to his senses.He hugged his arms and rubbed them, tried to stand up but almost fell down.

Fortunately, Qi Ning'an who was beside him supported him in time, and when he lowered his head, he caught a glimpse of the hem of his wet clothes.He grabbed Sang Yuan's hand, and the warm palm brought him endless warmth.

"Your clothes are wet." Qi Ningan's voice was very low, he squatted down after holding onto Sang Yuan, and looked carefully, only to realize that the other party's shoes and socks were already soaked.

Sang Yuan's calf was a little numb from the cold, and the warmth from the palm of his hand would not reach his feet for a while, and he was extremely eager to go back to the house.

Qi Ning'an caught a glimpse of his originally rosy face turned pale from the cold, and hugged his waist without hesitation, as if to hug him back.

"No." Sang Yuan refused him without hesitation, and tried to take two steps. Unknowingly, he felt that the snow under his feet was deeper.

Seeing that he rejected his act of hugging someone, Qi Ning'an was not annoyed either.

He walked quickly in front of Sang Yuan, squatted down when he took the next step, and before he had time to react, he turned back with a smile: "Come up quickly, I'll carry you back."

In the snow-white world, his wedding dress was particularly dazzling, and there was an indelible smile on his brows, as if it was such a joy to be able to carry Sang Yuan.

Snow fell in the sky at some point, and snowflakes fell on the wedding dress. In the blink of an eye, the red on the shoulders turned into a layer of white that was too late to melt.

Sang Yuan felt his heart skip a beat in his chest, and he tilted his head stiffly, muttering: "I don't."

Qi Ningan, who was still squatting on the ground, chuckled, looked at him as if he was looking at an awkward child, and almost coaxed him: "Hey, come up quickly, your feet will be frostbitten if you are later."

After two moments of stalemate, seeing frost on his eyelashes, Sang Yuan finally bent down as if giving up on himself, and then slowly lay on his broad back, but his mouth was still relentless: "Don't drop me."

"No." He laughed, and the shaking of his chest showed his joy.

Sang Yuan didn't speak any more, his nostrils were filled with the faint pine scent after approaching, with a bit of cold bitterness.

He was lying on Qi Ning'an's back, he appeared to be well-behaved, but his mind went back and forth several times, and there was no one to answer his full of doubts.

Qi Ningan didn't have aura in his body, but he carried Sangyuan very easily, and walked briskly towards the two people's rooms.

The small snowflakes just now turned into goose feathers and heavy snow in an instant. Sang Yuan lay on his back, but thinking that the sword master after amnesia seemed a little thinner, he suddenly asked, "Qi Ning'an, who is Ji Yan?"

He gave up the idea of ​​finding Yi Ruan Changqing, and instead focused on Qi Ning'an after amnesia.

He remembered that Changqing's mother said that it was thanks to Qi Ning'an for bringing him back here.

Qi Ning'an walked briskly, as if he didn't understand the probing meaning in his words, and replied: "A swordsman in the world."

That's it?

Sang Yuan obviously didn't believe it, grabbed a strand of his hair, and pulled it lightly, as if threatening: "Did you bring him here?"

The hair in his hand felt a slight pull, and Qi Ningan shook his head honestly: "No, he came with me, and so did Changqing's mother."

He didn't lie, but Sang Yuan was even more confused.

Before he could ask too many questions, the two of them had already arrived at the front of the room. He was about to get off his back, but Qi Ning'an kicked the door open with his foot, and then closed it with his foot again. After finishing it in one go, he put him on the chair and sat down.

Sang Yuan saw the bed full of quilts again, with longan, red dates and other things sprinkled on it.

"You sit here first." Qi Ning'an suddenly blushed after catching a glimpse of where he was looking, and explained in a slightly awkward voice, "You can't sit on the bed until you have paid your respects."