Master on the side of the road, don't pick it up

Shen Zhexue's mind kept buzzing.

He held on to the door frame, the blood on his lips faded.

Phantoms of fragments of the past slid on his fingertips like quicksand, and the inner demon circle trembled frequently. He suppressed the chaotic thoughts in his heart and urged the last piece of memory in the spiritual point.

Yan Yuanhan's spiritual consciousness stayed in it.

In the misty mountains, the lone Hong Xiangwan, the Elder Yan in Tsing Yi stood on the top of the mountain with his hands behind his back.

In the distance where the clouds were deep and foggy, on the main peak of Hanshan Mountain, which should be like spring all the year round, the falling snow was blowing and full.

Shen Zhexue walked into the afterimage of the debris alone. He didn't know what age he was now, but since this was Yan Yuanhan's obsession, this scene should also be a projection of past memories.

People's deepest obsessions are often crazy and psychedelic, but the scenery in front of them is pleasant, with cool mountain breeze and high sky and far clouds.

Shen Zhexue's sleeves were blown up, he stood five steps away from Yan Yuanhan, and called softly: "Elder Yan."

Yan Yuanhan didn't look back.

The two fell into a short silence, and heard the long cry of swan geese flying south in the wind, Yan Yuanhan raised his head to look at the shadow of the geese going away, and said: "This formation is very beautiful."

He already knew that he was in the demon circle.Shen Zhexue was not surprised, she lowered her eyes and asked, "When did Elder Yan wake up?"

If the people in the formation are aware of their own condition, it means that the inner demon formation has failed.

Yan Yuanhan was silent for a while, and then he answered truthfully: "When I went back to the past."

The long-cherished wish in his heart is to return everything to the past, when the upper realm of cultivation had not yet collapsed, the sect was still there, and all the right and wrong hadn't happened.

But when the real old dream became a reality, Yan Yuanhan woke up.

Shen Zhexue pressed many questions and said, "Do you know what happened outside?"

The most urgent thing is to deal with the mirror array.

Yan Yuanhan gave him a meaningful look, then nodded slowly.

The living puppet technique is the secret method of the emperor, and it may only take a moment to grow a puppet silk, but it is definitely not three or five days for a monk who wants to numb the perception of spiritual power and control the cultivation level of Elder Yan.

To be able to secretly murder him for a long time without him noticing, besides the people of Emperor Taiqing, Shen Zhexue really couldn't think of any other possibility.

"I understand." Yan Yuanhan remained calm, his gaze shifted from the misty mountain in the distance.

He turned around, his eyes fell on Shen Zhexue who was clinging to his sleeve tightly, and said: "You have seen it all."

"...En." Shen Zhexue heard him insist on talking, her breath trembled, "Those memories..."

Before the words fell, a figure appeared out of thin air.

Shi Yuan landed steadily beside Shen Zhexue.

Shen Zhexue's heart twitched, and thousands of emotions surged up in his chest.

From the moment he saw the pictures of those fragments, he almost couldn't restrain the coldness in his heart, which seemed to freeze the blood and bones.

Even if she traveled to this book world inexplicably, Shen Zhexue had never been so flustered.

Perhaps it was Shi Yuan who sensed his ups and downs and forcibly broke into the fragment to come to the master's side.

Shi Yuan's level of array technique was no less than that of a monk who devoted himself to cultivating array techniques, but Shen Zhexue didn't notice this at the moment.

Yan Yuanhan glanced at Shi Yuan again, sighed silently, and said to Shen Zhexue: "Do you really want to know?"

Shi Yuan took half a step forward, and at the same time, with this movement, he quietly held Shen Zhexue's hand.

The wide hanging sleeves blocked his small movements, and Shen Zhexue held him back almost like a drowning person grabbing a piece of driftwood, his knuckles turned white with such force.

Shi Yuan firmly clasped Shen Zhexue's five fingers, and said to him in the sea of ​​consciousness: "Master, I am here."

Shen Zhexue closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, she said to Yan Yuanhan, "Elder Yan, are those memories of my past for the purpose of purifying my soul?"

He asked calmly, but his trembling hands still exposed the fluctuations in his heart.

Yan Yuanhan said calmly: "Yes."

Shen Zhexue took a breath.

When he saw those memories belonging to Yan Yuanhan, he had a faint guess in his heart, but now that he was personally confirmed, he still shuddered uncontrollably.

Cleansing the soul is a forbidden technique in the realm of comprehension, and it is also a sorcery that is more clever than any technique that seals memories.

The soul-washed person must first disperse his soul, and then put it into the fictional soul-washing illusion pool. In the pool, the person will be re-painted all his life, and everything in the past will be gone, and it will be as if yesterday was dead.

"Why do you do this?" Shen Zhexue was short of breath, but laughed out loud when she asked this question.

This is simply knowing what to ask.

Yan Yuanhan said: "The three sects cooperated with the evil current. When the big formation collapsed, the upper cultivation world would rise. However, the evil current is different from aura, and ordinary monks cannot control it. Naturally, we will not rely on others. That's why I made you out."

His words were not sloppy, "It's just that the evil currents you can control are too limited, and you have repeatedly thwarted our plans. It is not difficult to get rid of you, but Leng Sanqiu fears that if you want to die together, it will be difficult, but in the end it will not be a good idea." , so I left you until today..."

After hearing this, Shi Yuan suddenly said in a deep voice: "Elder Yan knows so much, it seems that he is also suspected by the suzerain."

Yan Yuanhan sneered, "When did they trust me?"

"Then the original plan should be - once the blood lock is opened today, the seals of the three sects will reverberate, the upper cultivation world will rise due to the evil current, the earth veins in the world will be broken, the evil current will flow down, and everything will return to nothingness..."

Shen Zhexue said: "Xieliu spiritual wisdom does have something, and it will fulfill its long-cherished wish today."

Yan Yuanhan looked at Shen Zhexue quietly, and the long wind swirled back and forth, he said: "Yes, but the identity of 'it' is changeable, and it is uncertain." After a pause, he said: "You don't want to know who you used to be ?”

Shi Yuan felt Shen Zhexue's body stiffen, and he rubbed the back of the latter's hand with his fingertips, which was a slight comfort.

He said to Yan Yuanhan: "Elder Yan, you used to talk about what makes a human being a human being. It is because of all kinds of people and things you encounter, joys and sorrows, gatherings and separations, and one thought in your heart. Therefore, a person is different from birds and beasts. The ruthless vegetation is also different from thousands of people."

At the same moment, Shen Zhexue heard Shi Yuan say to him in the sea of ​​consciousness: "Master, no matter who you were in the past, without your past experience, there would be no this master-student relationship, let alone the current Shi Yuan. That side The world brought the master to me, and the disciple is grateful there, as long as it has been lived and someone remembers it, it has existed."

At this moment, Shi Yuan's calmness and rationality are beyond imagination, yet his gentleness makes people unable to avoid fear.

Shen Zhexue was stunned.

...as long as he is willing to believe in the existence of that world outside the book.

There is a past full of ups and downs, the crowded winter in the orphanage, the separation of brothers and sisters who are not related by blood, and the long and hard journey to study, wandering alone and helpless.

Even in that lonely mountain night, he suffered overwhelming loneliness, and lived alone for the rest of his life.

He is only accompanied by a tsundere black cat, who will guard the door every day. When he returns home exhausted, he will immediately come up to lick the back of his hand and rub his fluffy forehead against his cheek. .

There are many memories in that world, his brothers and sisters still get together every year; the children in the orphanage will hug his legs and beg for a unique bedtime story; the graduates go back to their alma mater to visit the old days Teacher, talking about the seventeen or eighteen years old who were in a hurry and had no time to catch them.

Although Shen Zhexue didn't remember meeting Xiang Yinli when he was young, but when he saw the scene of the fragments, he felt warm and kind in his heart.

Maybe it was the projection of Bie Changting's sword soul, or the fantasy dream woven by Yan Yuanhan who washed his soul.

But there, Xiangyinli is no longer the leader who shoulders the heavy responsibility of the world, he is just a very famous teacher, who spends his whole life on the desk and blackboard, and stays with his lover forever.

He recognized Shen Zhexue, who had no father or mother, as his own son, and taught him everything he had.

There was no catastrophe that would destroy the world, but the head of the prime minister slowly aged and became a kind and funny old man.

So what if the illusionary world transformed by the soul cleansing technique is illusion or reality?

He experienced a life there that was neither long nor short. Although he had regrets, he was full enough.

The reason why a person is different from millions of people is precisely because among millions of people, there is no such experience that belongs to him alone.

Shen Zhexue gradually regained his composure, he thought for a moment, and said to Yan Yuanhan: "I will find the past of Sifangjie by myself... But Elder Yan, are you really working for Taiqingzong?"

He began to discover the clues, "Then why don't you just mislead me and make me willingly serve Taiqingzong."

The reason why soul washing is terrifying is because as long as a little guidance is given in the fictional world, it is very likely to change a person's cognition and interfere with his temperament.

And the hint attached to the medium of illusion is often the most powerful.

Now he seemed to finally be able to guess the usefulness of that book "Falling Immortal".

——They were implying that he was a heinous "Peak Master Shen".

All the metaphors in the soul cleansing technique will be imprinted on this soul with the end of the technique. At that time, he may really become a tool for Taiqing Zong to point out and fight.

But this is a failed soul cleansing, and the strongest hint before going out has not taken effect.

Shen Zhexue's past memories were washed away, but he was directly summoned to his soul without reading the novel that was used to mislead him.

So he took a new memory with him, he thought he was wearing a book.

Yan Yuanhan did not answer, but said: "Have you ever thought about why you still choose this way now? As far as I know, your life there is not good."

Shen Zhexue was speechless, he didn't expect Elder Yan to ask such a question, but Shi Yuan understood the implication in an instant.

Because Shen Zhexue has not been changed.

He is still willing to stick to what he wants to stick to.

Even after experiencing a new life in the soul washing pool, his inside has not changed.

Cleansing his soul didn't kill his past, it just hid the past of Shen Zhexue.

His master used to be such a person...

But this journey is too bitter and too long.

Yan Yuanhan didn't continue, and only said: "As for the others, they are not important."

After saying that, he raised his hand and smashed the fragments with his own hands.

Flowing light fell like stars, he took another look at the misty Han Mountain in the distance, and said to Shen Zhexue: "There is still a trouble when we go out."

The heart demon array shattered at the sound, and at the moment when the light and shadow dissipated, Shen Zhexue heard Yan Yuanhan say to him through voice transmission: "Xiang Guchun, I bet your mind will not change when you cleanse your soul and refine it. In the past, you can get the divination." A place of death, a thread of vitality', this may also be the vitality of the Sifang Realm."

"You are the last vestige of Xianting, and you can fight against evil spirits...Yinli told me not to use you as a weapon back then, but even today, I am still using you."

"I insist on pulling you back into this mess, and I have never regretted it." Yan Yuanhan said calmly, "But I'm sorry for you. If this happens, Yan will let you handle it."

The inner demon formation was broken, and their minds returned to the formation under the emperor's son Jiangxi.

Yan Yuanhan, who was covered with puppet silver thread, had clear eyes at this moment. He took a deep breath, the cold wind was blowing, and huge spiritual power suddenly gushed out from the inside out, and the silver thread was pulled away from his flesh and blood by him!

Yan Yuanhan sprayed out a large amount of blood mist all over his body, instantly staining his green robe red.

Zhou Ling supported Yan Yuanhan who was bleeding all over his body, and he looked at Shen Zhexue differently, which could almost be regarded as a glimmer of hope in despair, he said: "You are really..."

Shen Zhexue sighed: "I still can't remember it now."

After finishing speaking, he walked to the Moon Soul Mirror which was becoming more and more full of spiritual energy.

Shi Yuan followed closely behind.

Shen Zhexue looked at the bloody mirror, stretched out her hand to touch the mirror surface, and the spiritual energy coiled up like a snake, adding more force, and the cracking sound came along the crack.

However, with just one sound, the increasingly intense spiritual power counterattacked.

The Moon Soul Mirror is an ancient divine weapon, and although it is known that the worldly obsession is on the verge of collapse, it is still not easy to break it with Shen Zhexue's current cultivation.

He glanced at Yan Yuanhan who was sitting cross-legged in meditation, it seemed that he couldn't help much, but if he was asked to undo the seal on his body, there would inevitably be evil fluctuations.

The immemorial seal of evil spirits behind her was glistening with red lines, just when Shen Zhexue was about to try again, Shi Yuan also raised his hand to caress the mirror surface, and the demonic aura surged in an instant.

The vermilion branches gradually grew and spread, Shen Zhexue was startled, and said: "Shiyuan!"

Only then did they realize that the two hadn't let go of their handshake since just now.

"Master, I'm fine." Shi Yuan didn't let go of his intentions, stared at the Moon Soul Mirror, and said: "The ancient artifact..."

They don't understand the ancient artifact Moon Soul Mirror, and even Shi Yuan's majestic devil energy can't stop it from working, and they don't know how to destroy it.

And Hanshan Taiqingzong's big formation does not know when it will be affected, and how long this blood lock can last.

There is not much time left for them.

Emperor Taiqing.

Leng Sanqiu stood in front of the silver formation, and behind him stood the thin and thin Leng Wenshu.

Leng Wenshu has a sick face, and is dressed in black, the shadow of the silver flower is printed on the ink-colored shirt, like outlining layers of complicated dark lines.

"Thousands of years of planning, finally waiting until today." Leng Sanqiu said.

Leng Wenshu closed his sleeves to congratulate: "Congratulations to my father for getting his wish."

His gaze fell to the magnificent gate, and quickly disappeared under the shadow of his eyelashes.

And the two fingers of the hand hidden in the sleeve are close together, forming a circle.

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Leng Wenshu: Here we come! (Take the script) Let’s start the chapter of memories!