Yun Ruowei's appearance is still the same as before, wearing a plain green dress and a dyed shirt, with bright eyes like clear springs and a calm smile.
She was still barefoot, with a bracelet on her wrist and a silver bell hanging on it. When the breeze blew, it sounded really nice.
"Are you willing to help me find jade? What I am looking for is a blue bridge jade pendant, which belongs to my sister... I want to find jade, but actually I want to find my sister... I know she is not dead, I know... ." Hearing that Ning Fan was willing to help her, Yun Ruowei no longer concealed it and showed an expectant look.
She is just a Nascent Soul cultivator, but Ning Fan is a Void Refining cultivator with vast magical powers. With Ning Fan's help, it should be easier to find the jade pendant.
"Your sister, is that little feathered demon I saw in your dream?" Ning Fan asked.
"Yes..." Yun Ruowei hesitated for a moment, but decided to answer truthfully.
"I remember, her name is Ning Qian..."
"yes..."
"She and Yuntianjue are..."
"The two of them are... Taoist lovers... My sister disappeared a thousand years ago, and Yun Tianjue forgot her love a thousand years ago... Before my sister disappeared, she had just given birth to a son for Yuntianjue, who was less than a month old... I don't know what happened later. What happened, my sister and the child disappeared overnight... Later, the child's life card was broken, and he must be dead. My sister's life card was dark, and although he was not dead, he must be in trouble... She should not be dead, but I have been searching for thousands of years and can't find her. Where is she... What happened back then... Yuntian never protected his sister, or even his own child, but what's more, he went too far. However, he completely forgot about his sister after she disappeared, and no longer even remembered who Ning Qian was... He is a heartless and heartless person!"
Yun Ruowei no longer hid anything from Ning Fan, and even told Ning Fan some secrets through voice transmission. His eyes showed sadness and anger.
She hated Yuntian Jue's ruthlessness and did not want to stay in Yudian, so she joined the Southeast Alliance.
She couldn't bear to hurt Ning Fan back then. Just because Ning Fan's smile was somewhat similar to her sister's, she felt sympathy...
"..." Ning Fan remained silent. But my heart is not peaceful. Will he be the child who died between Ning Qian and Yuntian Jue...
Yuntian has forgotten his love for thousands of years, and Ning Qian disappeared thousands of years ago. If he was the child who died back then, how could he still be alive today...
Yun Ruowei believed that Yun Tianjue was ruthless, but Ning Fan didn't think so. He thought that Yun Tianjue was a truly affectionate person.
Perhaps Yuntian Jue would not blink an eye when he slaughtered an entire clan, but he was by no means a person who ignored the life and death of his wife and children...
Ning Qian's whereabouts are unknown. Yuntianjue forgot everything, the mysterious death of the child... something must have happened a thousand years ago...
Ning Fan gently closed his eyes. This complicated mystery may be revealed after finding Ning Qian's whereabouts.
And looking for clues about Ning Qian. It seems that only the piece of Blue Bridge Jade Pendant is left...
"I promised to help you find jade, but I have a question, why did you come to Haining Ning's house to look for jade? Is there any clue here?" Ning Fan asked.
"There are no clues... I originally went to Qimei with the Southeast Alliance, but when I passed through Haining, I felt a trace of artistic conception in this city, which was my sister's breath... The artistic conception was very light, very light, but It has not faded away for thousands of years, and it is filled with deep sorrow... Something heartbreaking must have happened to my sister in Haining! Otherwise, there would be no sorrow left here that lasts for thousands of years!"
"But I have asked the monks of the Ning family in Haining... The Ning family in Haining only has a history of a thousand years. And there is no one in the Ning family who has lived for more than a thousand years. No one knows whether a feather demon came here a thousand years ago. woman..."
Yun Ruowei looked disappointed.
The third ancestor of the Ning family was trembling all over and very scared. They could not give Yun Ruowei a satisfactory answer and wondered if they would offend the Nascent Soul female cultivator.
"You guys step back... Miss Yun, come with me, I will take you to look for clues in the Ning family. Well... Miss Qing can come with me if she is willing."
Ning Fan dismissed the three ancestors of the Ning family, and the three old men immediately said goodbye and left as if they had been granted amnesty. They also announced to the whole city that no matter where Ning Fan wanted to go, no one could stop him.
After the third ancestor of the Ning family left, Ning Fan took Yun Ruowei and Ning Qingqing to search throughout Haining City.
Ning Fan's spiritual thoughts spread far away, covering a radius of 400,000 miles, and he felt it carefully.
He didn't notice it before, but after Yun Ruowei reminded him, he did sense a very faint sad mood from Haining City...
The sad mood is very light, and the power is obviously weak, but it is unforgettable and will last for thousands of years.
Ning Fan was startled. This artistic conception was exactly the same as the mother who faced each other day and night in the fantasy world...
"I have searched all over Haining, and there is no trace of my sister inside or outside the city..." Yun Ruowei sighed in disappointment.
"Your sister came to Wudi a thousand years ago, and was heartbroken in Wudi... Although Haining was tainted with her sad mood, it was not the place where her heart broke... She passed here back then, but she was just passing by. ..The saddest place is not here..."
With Yun Ruowei's magical power, she could only feel a sad mood from the land of Haining, and judged that it was left behind by her sister thousands of years ago.
But with Ning Fan's magical power, he can follow this sad aura and find the place where the sadness is the strongest...
Will there be any clues there...
Even the old monster Suixu from the Rain Realm may not be able to distinguish the strength of sorrow or find the source of sorrow.
But Ning Fan can do it, because what he comprehends is the artistic conception of memories, the second step of artistic conception. In terms of his understanding of the power of artistic conception, he is higher than the monk Suixu!
"Come with me!"
He suddenly used the void-moving light, swept up the two girls Yun Ruowei and Ning Qingqing, and moved all the way north towards Haining City, a distance of 40,000 miles.
He landed on the ground, in a barren mountain demon forest shrouded in blood mist. It was called the Weeping Blood Forest. It was a prestigious training place in the Wu region. There were many bloodthirsty feathered demons, and many monks in the Wu region loved it. Come here to hunt monsters and practice.
Outside the Weeping Blood Forest is where the saddest mood is!
"It's my sister's artistic conception! It lasts for thousands of years! Could it be that my sister is in this bloody forest?!" Yun Ruowei said in surprise.
"With a radius of five thousand miles in this Weeping Blood Forest, there are many mortal cities. Wars often occur, and many orphans are displaced. The Ning family often looks for orphans from here to adopt... I checked the slave registration of the clan, and you were also there back then. Picked up around here..." Ning Qingqing lowered her eyebrows in deep thought, as if reminiscing. Then he spoke to Ning Fan.
"Is it..."
Ning Fan sighed softly, feeling the strong atmosphere of sadness in this place, and already had some guesses about his life experience. Then he said no more and quietly walked into the Weeping Blood Forest with his two daughters.
Stepping over rotten leaves and branches. Walking through the muddy swamp, no monster dared to block Ning Fan's footsteps.
In the deepest part of the Weeping Blood Forest, there is a small pool, only one foot square. The water in the pool is as red as blood.
Ning Fan stopped at the edge of the pool.
This pool of water does not contain any spiritual energy. It is just a mortal pool and will not be noticed by any monks or monsters.
But Ning Fan felt an indescribable sadness in this pool of water.
His eyes penetrated the bottom of the pool. In the mud at the bottom of the pool, a blue jade pendant lies quietly...
In addition, there seemed to be some broken stone chips at the bottom of the pool... Ning Fan took a closer look and found that they were actually stone chips left after the demon clan's cocoon was broken...
He made a move with his palm. The jade pendant at the bottom of the pool immediately broke through the water and flew out, falling into the palm of his hand.
The warm blue jade pendant is in the shape of a mandarin bird and is engraved with a line of graceful handwriting.
The mountain has no edges, the heaven and the earth are harmonious, so I dare to fight with you...
Yun Ruowei approached Ning Fan. Looking at the blue jade carefully, her beautiful eyes showed joy.
That handwriting is exactly Ning Qian's handwriting. This is Ning Qian's Blue Bridge jade pendant!
"Found it! But, where is my sister..."
Yun Ruowei let out her spiritual thoughts in a daze. After scanning the thousand-mile radius of Weeping Blood Forest, no trace of Ning Qian could be found.
Not here, she is not here... Apart from that sad mood, there is no breath of her here.
The blue jade is here, but Ning Qian is not here... She once regarded this jade as life, how could she leave it here casually?
"Ning Fan, please, help me find her!" Yun Ruowei grabbed Ning Fan's hand helplessly, and finally found a clue about Ning Qian. Is it just interrupted...
"I try my best!"
He wanted to find Ning Qian, not only for Yun Ruowei, but also for himself.
Holding the Blue Bridge Jade Pendant, he unfolded the power of his memory and enveloped the entire Weeping Blood Forest!
He took out piles of Mingluo fruits, all of which were obtained from tree spirits. There were twenty fruits in total, and he drank them all!
He took the Mingluo fruit and fell into a dream without asking.
He releases the artistic conception of memories and does not seek to erase anyone's memories.
One Mingluo fruit can last for fifty years of dreaming, and twenty can last for a thousand years!
He just wants to see clearly everything that has happened here for thousands of years!
He closed his eyes and sat cross-legged on the ground, the scenery in his mind changing rapidly.
The Mingluo fruit can improve your mood in dreams, and you can see things on the edge of your own memory in dreams.
Ning Fan has Hai Ning's memory, so he can spy on his surname Yun in Ming Luo's dream.
Ning Fan has no memory of the Weeping Blood Forest, so he can only use the memory of the Weeping Blood Forest to fall asleep!
Mingluo dreamland!
In the dream, Ning Fan was not a person, but the entire Weeping Blood Forest, the Weeping Blood Forest thousands of years ago!
He couldn't move or speak, and could only use his spiritual mind to watch all the living beings in the Weeping Blood Forest.
He became a land and a forest!
Thousands of years ago, there was no thick blood mist in the Weeping Blood Forest, nor was there a pool of blood-red water in the depths.
As the sun rises and the moon sets, countless monsters and beasts are born and die here. Countless Wu monks enter this forest to slay monsters and experience life and death.
Ning Fan didn't pay attention to these monsters and monks, he was always waiting.
Until one day, a gentle woman wearing a goose-yellow dress stumbled into the Weeping Blood Forest with a child with a cold body in her arms.
"She is..." Ning Fan wanted to speak, but couldn't. He was just a piece of land.
She is Ning Qian!
Ning Qian's whole body exuded the aura of demonic power in the late Nascent Soul stage, but she was seriously injured and her pretty face was pale.
Her eyes were as bright as the moon, extremely beautiful, but they were sad and desperate, with endless tears.
"my child..."
Ning Qian was holding a baby who was less than a month old and fell down at the end of the Weeping Blood Forest, with her heart broken.
The baby in her arms was wearing a festive little cotton-padded jacket, and his fleshy little hands were still clutching the lapel of her clothes. He was unconscious and dying.
This baby was not far away from death, his heart was shattered, and all his blood and essence were drained... Only by taking a high-level elixir did he hold on to a glimmer of life.
Ning Fan was shocked, who was so cruel that he drained the baby's blood!
Ning Qian's heart ached, and her pretty face became even paler.
His palms caressed the baby's cold body. Watching the baby's breathing getting weaker and weaker, the woman held back tears and smiled stubbornly. "Mom will not let you die... As long as I can bring you back to life, I will sacrifice my life. Mom is willing!"
Ning Qian looked at the one-foot-square deep pool in front of her with a look of determination.
She bit her finger, endured the excruciating pain, and suddenly made a knot, condensing the blood into silk, forming a cocoon with the silk, and sealing the baby in the blood cocoon. He took off the blue jade pendant on his body and placed it in the blood cocoon.
"Your father said that this is the life-locking technique of the ancient demon clan's cocoon. It can isolate the secrets of heaven in the cocoon. Lock the slim chance of life..."
Ning Qian's face turned even paler, and she seemed extremely reluctant to perform this technique.
"They drained your blood, mother gave it to you, you must come back to life, come back to life..."
Ning Qian holds the demon cocoon in her arms. Be as gentle and careful as holding a baby.
She bit her finger, pressed her soft fingers on the rough cocoon, and applied it over and over again.
The broken wound rubbed against the rough cocoon, and the pain was heartbreaking, but she didn't care.
"Mom will not let you die. Mom will not let anyone hurt you..." Ning Qian showed a pale smile and smeared the cocoon with blood over and over again.
One day, two days... On the tenth day, Ning Qian's ten fingers were all covered with wounds, and her body was almost drained of blood.
She looked at the demon cocoon in her arms infatuatedly, continuously inputting demon power into the demon cocoon.
The cocoon seeped into her blood and emitted a faint red light, but it could not retain the baby's fading vitality.
Ning Qian shed tears of despair, feeling helpless and sad. The tears fell on the cocoon and turned into a few drops of blood.
She immediately wiped away her tears in a panic, biting her fingers again, trying to replenish her own blood and essence where the essence and blood had melted.
It's just that there is no blood in the meridians... If he were a mortal, he would have perished, but as long as the Yuanying monk is immortal, he can still live.
"There's no blood, what should I do..."
She looked anxious, suddenly thought of something, took out a small and sharp flying sword, and stabbed it into the heart.
"I still have...hard work...it's okay, it's okay..."
It broke her heart, and Ning Qian's cultivation began to decline, from the late stage of Yuanying to the middle stage. In the early stage... Yuanying began to be unstable...
She didn't have time to pay attention to her injuries or cultivation. She just took out the jade bottle, collected her blood drop by drop, and applied it on the cocoon.
But even with the painstaking efforts, the baby in the cocoon is still heading towards death.
One day, two... On the third day, Ning Qian held the cocoon tremblingly, watching the red light gradually disappearing from the cocoon, and feeling the increasingly weak breathing inside the cocoon. She was in so much pain. ..
On the fourth day, the baby completely stopped breathing and died...
"No--"
Ning Qian's voice was hoarse, she had shed all her tears, and her whole body was shaking uncontrollably, as if her soul had been pulled away, as if she had lost the whole world...
"Mom will not let you die! Mom will not let you die!!!"
The sadness in her dark beautiful eyes could not be turned away.
She looked at the spinning world with hesitation, as if she was going crazy... She couldn't lose this child! cannot!
Her eyes are always weak and gentle, but at this moment there is an indelible persistence!
No one can take away her child!
As long as she gets her child's life back, she is willing to give anything!
laugh!
The flying sword pierced the Dantian and pierced the Nascent Soul. Ning Qian could no longer feel the pain. She wiped the Nascent Soul's blood on the cocoon with empty eyes.
That is the life blood of the Yuanying monk. When the blood runs out, it will be the moment of death!
"Please...give the child back to me..."
"please..."
"please..."
Ning Qian begged and prayed helplessly. She was about to lose her soul. She just wanted her child to be resurrected before she lost her soul.
At this moment, Ning Qian lost all her cultivation and died in an instant, but her obsession as a mother cannot be erased even by the law of heaven!
She dispersed the demon blood, and the blood mist covered the entire Weeping Blood Forest, and even the pool water was dyed blood red.
The baby in the cocoon gradually began to breathe steadily. In his sleep, he suddenly burst into laughter with a milky voice. He didn't know what kind of sweet dream he had...
Ning Qian showed a pale smile, she rescued her child from the hands of fate...
In this way, even if her soul is shattered, she should have no regrets...
The baby sucked his fingers, still giggling. How could he understand that he was about to lose his mother.
Ning Qian's heart began to feel sour. She wanted to be with this child and watch him grow up day by day...
It's a pity that she may not survive until that day...
She took out a blood-red thunder grass from her storage bag, planted it by the pond, and placed the cocoon in the pond.
"Mom can't take you back to the Rain Palace. The Rain Palace is too dangerous... I leave this Thunder Grass to you. With the breath of your demon cocoon, she may be able to become your companion... Thunder Grass, Thunder Grass, if If you can use my son's demon power to transform, you will be my son's companion demon. Remember to protect him for the rest of his life... If that day comes, your name will be Ning Honghong..."
Ning Qian's breath almost disappeared, and she looked at the pool with sadness and reluctance.
"My child, my child. Remember, your surname is Yun. Don't hate daddy. He just forgot us temporarily... When he remembers everything, he will definitely come to find you and take you home..."
"I'm sorry...from now on, mother can no longer take care of you..."
Ning Qian ignited the last bit of Nascent Soul power, and a faint bloody light rose up all over her body. She used her last bit of strength to escape from the Wu Kingdom and fled in a certain direction.
She wanted to see Yun Tianjue before she died.
She no longer has the heart to care about those enemies.
She didn't want to ask anymore why Yun Tianjue lost his memory.
She just wanted to tell Yun Tianjue at the last moment of her life that their child was still alive in Wu Kingdom...
...
The dream continues.
I don't know how many years have passed, the demon forest here was called the Weeping Blood Forest because of the red mist that looked like blood.
Countless Wu monks came here to practice, but Ning Qian never came here again.
After accompanying the demon cocoon for decades, the thunder grass beside the pond was nourished by the demon cocoon's power and began to transform.
This thunder herb was transformed by the broken soul of a peerless strong man, and transformed into a woman in red.
As soon as Fang transformed, he had a terrifying cultivation level at the peak of Nascent Soul.
The woman stared at the pool blankly, forgetting her past. The only thing she remembered was the advice of a woman.
From then on, she was Ning Honghong. From now on, she will protect the cocoon in the pond.
She began to practice hard and established the Ning family in Haining, Wudi.
She didn't know how long she would protect the cocoon, but she just hunted monsters everywhere, collected demon blood, and smeared it on the cocoon to replenish the life of the baby inside.
The baby who had his blood drained back then lost all his cultivation qualifications, but managed to save his life.
One year, the sealed door of the ancient heaven opened.
Ning Honghong entered it, trying to find some spiritual things to nourish the baby, but she fell into the ancient heaven. A wisp of soul drifted from the entrance of a certain formation to the Demonic Forest...
Spring passed and autumn came, year after year... One day after a thousand years, the demon cocoon shattered, and a bloody light carried the baby, landing in a mortal town five thousand miles away from the Weeping Blood Forest...
Three years later, the mortal town was destroyed by war, and a passing Ning family monk took away several orphans...
...
Awakening from a thousand-year dream!
Ning Fan took twenty Mingluo fruits and sat in the Weeping Blood Forest for ten days.
Ten days later, he opened his eyes, but fell into silence for a long time.
"Have you found out the whereabouts of my sister?" Yun Ruowei asked anxiously.
"..."
Ning Fan didn't say anything, he just took out a magic bottle, squatted silently by the pool, and collected all the blood-red water.
He took out another purifying bottle and used magic to remove all the blood mist from thousands of miles away.
He jumped into the dry and muddy bottom of the pond, picked up all the broken shells of the monster cocoon, and carefully stored them in the magic jade box, carefully storing each piece.
He tied the blue jade pendant with a green rainbow thread and wore it around his neck. The Qinghong Thread is an extremely valuable weapon refining material, and can even be used to refine fairy treasures...
"I'm sorry...I can't find her..."
"sorry..."
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