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After Ji Qinglin asked this sentence, he looked at the three people who were suddenly stunned, and frowned slightly, as if he was very puzzled by their reaction.

"You...you really don't know this person?" Mo Song stared at him and asked.

"Si Ruochen... you say you don't know him?"

His voice couldn't help but raise a little.

Ji Qinglin's expression was a little cold, and he didn't have the slightest reaction when he heard the name, as if this person was just a name to him.

"No, I've never known such a person."

Ji Qinglin's voice was also extraordinarily cold, as if something was added and something was missing.

Mo Song had known him for decades, and at this moment he suddenly felt a strange feeling towards him, and this feeling became stronger and stronger, so strong that it made him feel uneasy.

"My lord?" Mo Song called him, "Then do you still remember me?"

You won't forget everything, will you?

At that time, Si Ruochen said that he would never be sad, is that what he meant?Wouldn't it be sad to let him forget everything?

"Mo Song, you are very strange today." Ji Qinglin frowned.

Mo Song opened his mouth: "I..."

He didn't know what to say, how to open his mouth.

Ji Qinglin didn't seem to have much interest in it, seeing that he didn't answer, he asked himself other things.

"Who took care of the corpses outside the city?"

Hearing these words, the three of them were taken aback at the same time.

Isn't he asleep?How do you know this?

"How does the prince know?" Mo Zhu asked him.

Ji Qinglin raised his eyes with an indifferent expression. Instead of answering, he raised his hand and curled up a ball of red light, which made the three of them dumbfounded.

"This……"

However, what surprised them even more was yet to come.

Countless bright red lines flew over from the sky, scrambling to get into the light ball.

Looking at the direction, the source of the red line is the burning barren valley.

The slender red thread continued to penetrate, and Ji Qinglin just watched quietly. Suddenly, a red thread that was several times thicker than the other red threads finally flew over and circled around Ji Qinglin, making him stunned. .

This breath...so familiar.

The three people standing next to them were also taken aback, thinking, this is Si Ruochen's breath.

After the finger-thick red thread penetrated into the light ball, Si Ruochen's last breath left in this world also disappeared, as if it had never existed.

Ji Qinglin watched the red line disappear little by little, and for some reason a little sadness rose from the bottom of his heart, which was fleeting, and when he tried to see it more clearly, he couldn't find that feeling again.

He frowned, his eyes froze slightly, and it took him a long time to recover and close his eyes.

Then, the ball of red light in his hand suddenly penetrated into his wrist, winding upwards, wrapping around his body, wrapping his whole body tightly.

His whole body was surrounded by the red light, as if he was absorbing it bit by bit.

The other three people stared wide-eyed at the strange scene in front of them.

They saw that the red light dimmed little by little until it disappeared completely, replaced by the more and more obvious red spot on the center of Ji Qinglin's brow.

And not far away, a white figure quickly floated over like light smoke, and stood quietly beside him.

It seemed to be waiting for him to wake up.

Mo Song and the others cast doubtful eyes on this strange man, not knowing what he was going to do.

Fortunately, not long after, Ji Qinglin woke up.

He opened his eyes, and there was a little golden light in his black pupils, and he seemed to smile when his eyes fell on the man in white.

Then he said: "Brother, you cleaned up those corpses outside the city? Presumably you are the only one. They carry half of my spiritual power on them. They are already extraordinary things in the world. No one can control them except you. "

Mo Song raised his head in surprise: "Brother?"

And what he didn't expect was Xie Jincheng's answer.

After hearing Ji Qinglin's words, Xie Jincheng smiled before slowly saying: "It's me, if it weren't for me, I'm afraid you won't be able to recover half of your spiritual power, and you'll have to be trapped here forever and never get out. "

Mo Song stared at him in disbelief.

I thought to myself why this person is so shameless, what does it mean that he solved it, no one else knew where Si Ruochen was when he jumped down!Running here now to claim credit? !

Mo Song blushed, opened his mouth and was about to shout.

As a result, before he could say anything, he felt that something was firmly blocking his mouth.

Seeing Xie Jincheng's warning eyes, he knew who did it.

Before he had time to feel the horror of this person, Mo Song felt extremely angry and desperately wanted to make a sound, but no matter how hard he tried, his mouth seemed to be stuck together.

He stared at Xie Jincheng, and warned him to let go of himself with his eyes!

In the end, Xie Jincheng turned his face away, as if he didn't see it.

"Well!"

Among these few people, Xie Jincheng was the only one who could do this except Ji Qinglin. Ji Qinglin didn't do anything himself, so he naturally knew who it was.

He looked at the serious man who had no intention of doing anything bad and asked, "Why did you cast a spell on him?"

Xie Jincheng took a look and wanted to tear off his Mo Song, and said softly: "He is too noisy, he disturbed me."

Ji Qinglin shook his head helplessly, tsk-tsk said: "Senior brother still likes to be quiet that much, and can't tolerate any noise."

After speaking, he said to Mo Song who could only stare blankly: "I'll let you go, don't quarrel, otherwise he will seal you for another ten and a half months, and I may not be able to undo it."

As soon as he finished speaking, he made some kind of tactic with his hands, and Mo Song's sealed mouth was released immediately.

He was about to say something, but Xie Jincheng glanced at him calmly, his eyes seemed to say: If you dare to talk too much, try it.

He also seemed to know that he couldn't be frightened by this, so he said in Mo Song's mind: "Si Ruochen didn't even want him to remember, and I borrowed your hand to make his brother drink a drink with forget you grass. When he remembers, will Si Ruochen thank you?"

"He'll just be stuck underground."

Mo Song was taken aback when he heard this.

The words that came to his lips could not be uttered, his eyes were fixed on Ji Qinglin, but what was recalled in his mind was Si Ruochen's five years when life was worse than death.

Yeah, so what if he said it?

Si Ruochen died.

It is the best choice for Ji Qinglin to forget about him, and it is also Si Ruochen's choice. If he thinks about it, with his feelings for Si Ruochen, his result will be much better than that of Si Ruochen's five years ago?

It was even more sad, because at least when Ji Qing was dying, he left some thoughts for Si Ruochen, telling him that he would definitely come back.

What about Ke Si Ruochen?He didn't even leave a single bone for Ji Qinglin, he walked away cleanly, for fear that Ji Qinglin would remember him.

He had already thought about everything, he gave Ji Qinglin the drink with the forgetscare grass, but before that, he destroyed all the forgetscare grass, not a single one was left.

The only antidote for Wangyoucao is its flowers, and Si Ruochen has secretly fed the last one of Wangyoucao to Ji Qinglin, so from now on, he will never think of this person again.

In Ji Qinglin's memory, there will never be a person named Si Ruochen again.

They are like two intersecting lines. After meeting for a short time, they are separated from each other forever and will never meet again.

Mo Song stood there blankly, looking at Ji Qinglin who knew nothing, not knowing what to say.

At this moment, it should be the saddest person, but it is the least sad.

Seeing that Mo Song finally shut up, Xie Jincheng was relieved knowing that he should know the pros and cons and would not talk anymore.

Turning to look at Ji Qinglin, she raised her eyebrows and said:

"Can you go back with me?"

Ji Qinglin frowned when he heard his question: "If I leave, what will happen to them?"

Xie Jincheng's eyes were always extraordinarily indifferent, as if the gods and Buddhas in the temple looked at the world indifferently, but never caught his eyes.

"Back then your life was in danger and your soul was not safe. Master tried his best to create this world with the aid of magic tools, and put your soul here to slowly restore it, but..."

When he said this, his eyes stopped, and he unconsciously avoided Ji Qinglin's eyes, and continued:

"You still have to cause trouble here to cultivate, causing your spiritual power to be taken away by someone with a heart, and half of your spiritual blood has been replaced, and you have lost your memory. You are trapped in this mortal world and cannot escape. If I don't Come to help you, I am afraid that you will die in this life."

Ji Qinglin grasped a word in the question, and asked suspiciously: "How did I die in my last life? Was it also killed by the corpses nourished by my own spiritual blood?"

Xie Jincheng, who knew the cause and effect, was silent for a while.

How did Ji Qinglin die in her last life?

He was killed by his apprentice Si Ruochen.

But of course he couldn't say that.

"Yes." He opened his eyes and said nonsense, "You were killed by the corpses nourished by your own spiritual blood. If I don't come, it looks like you have to die again."

Ji Qinglin didn't think about it, but suddenly thought of the most crucial point.

"No matter how I say it, I'm still a swordsman. Even if I'm suppressed by the laws of this world, I won't be so weak that a group of ordinary people will take half of my blood, right?"

Xie Jincheng thought, of course not, if it wasn't for you messing around, how could that group of trash be able to move you?

He still thought of a half-truth and half-fake reason and said:

"To save you is to go against the sky. The punishment of the heavens will naturally fall on you. Because the way of the sword is ruthless, love is not included. You have to suffer one by one from the eight sufferings in the world, and you will lose your own spiritual blood. It is fate, the inevitable result."

After listening to the explanation, Ji Qinglin always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't explain why.

Xie Jincheng is his senior brother, so naturally he wouldn't harm him, otherwise he wouldn't rush here to protect him.

So Ji Qinglin couldn't tell where this feeling came from.

He remembered something again and asked:

"Then why don't I remember what you said? Now that my primordial spirit has returned to its place, the punishment of heaven should be over. Shouldn't the lost memories come back?"

Xie Jincheng vomited blood silently in his heart, thinking why does this guy have so many problems?

Sure enough, one lie needs thousands of lies to make it up.

"Maybe only the master knows this. After all, it was the master who pulled out your soul at the beginning, and he created this world. Why don't you ask him when you return to Wanjianzong?"

If you can't answer, if you can't make it up, just throw it away.

Ji Qinglin didn't ask any more questions, but instead asked the original question:

"If I leave, what will happen to the people in this world?"

Xie Jincheng finally didn't have to lie anymore, and said openly:

"Death. This world was originally created with your primordial spirit as the medium. Once you leave, this world will naturally disappear, and the people in this world will naturally cease to exist."