I saw Zui Youlan gently stretching out her delicate white hands, and the golden dragon-like Dragon Soul Grass snaked briskly from her neck to her arms, and then the Soul Grass actually swam around her like a little dragon. There was also a gentle dragon roar between his fingers, making people think it was a real little dragon.
Li Huanzhen murmured in disbelief: "These elixirs have come to life! Is this witchcraft! Who are you!"
"Aren't you curious about who I am? I am also a disciple of Tianyi. The title given to me in the world of immortality is - Supreme Life!"
"The Supreme Being of Life, Zui Youlan!" Hearing Zui Youlan say her identity word by word, Li Huanzhen was stunned. From Zui Youlan's words, Li Huanzhen vaguely guessed the other person in the hazy place. Li Huanzhen understood the meaning of what he said, but he was not mentally prepared to accept his own fate. He tried hard to forget the thoughts in his mind.
"It can be seen that you are very confused about your destiny, just like I am tired of this long road of life. I can help you!" Zui Youlan said in the same clear autumn and cold moon.
"What are you going to do!"
"The Forgetfulness Technique is a technique I created in my spare time. After using the technique, the person who is affected by the technique can forget specific things without memory cracks. I have used it on three people before, and they lived very well afterwards. Be happy, I can help you seal all the memories you don't want to recall, including your fate!" Zui Youlan said with some self-deprecation, "I envy you very much. You have the opportunity to let go of everything and forget all the past, but I do No, sometimes I wonder, if I could use forgetfulness on myself, forget about my own immortality, and forget about my own magic, would I be able to live a good life as a mortal!"
"Okay, I want to forget everything I heard and saw here, as well as what I saw in my dream. I want to remember the death of my master, and I want to avenge him!"
"Okay, as you wish, close your eyes now. When you wake up, you will forget what you want to forget!" Zui Youlan said softly.
Then Li Huanzhen closed his eyes and lay down on the bamboo couch.
"The road is so difficult that the Supreme Being forgets his love!" Zui Youlan, who was leaning by the window, softly chanted the spell. Then her fingertips emitted green light. She looked at the Dragon Soul Grass coiled on her wrist. If he is thoughtful, he smiles knowingly and captivates the whole city, "You go hide in his body and see for me how he will walk in the future!"
Dragon Soul Grass, who looked like a little golden dragon, seemed to understand Zui Youlan's words and shook her head reluctantly. Apparently she didn't want to leave Zui Youlan's side. The vitality exuding from Zui Youlan's body was enough to make all the elixirs flow in her. Hang around.
"Go ahead. When you come back, I wish you success in your transformation!" Zui Youlan continued to say as calmly as a lonely Qing Qiuyue.
The little golden dragon had no choice but to transform into its original Dragon Soul Grass state and gently attach it to the skin of Li Huanzhen's arm, and gradually blended in until it disappeared completely.
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Li Huanzhen slowly woke up and looked around. He was lying in a patch of grass, with a stretch of mountains in the distance. He stretched out his hand and touched it. The Lone Shadow Sword with black light flowing around him was quietly placed beside him. Here yes. . On the edge of the Southern Wilderness, Nanzhou, the southernmost point of the Xuanrong Empire, Li really remembered it. He shook his head hard and finally recalled all the things that had happened in his memory.
During the Wenwen trial, because Wan Changsheng and others sarcastically said that he was colluding with the Demon Cult and plotting against Uncle Mu Donglai, he lost control of his mentality during the competition with Luo Yueran, and then ended the competition because of one breath. It evolved into a life-and-death struggle, and then his master died in front of him. Finally, there was darkness, and he couldn't remember anything!
Li Huanzhen sat on his knees on the ground, closing his eyes and facing the ground. Tears welled up from the corners of his eyes. He put his hands on the grass and clawed hard into the soil. The master was the only one in his life. His adoptive parents, Yun Pingwai, were the best people to him. Not only did they lead him, who no one in Xuanji was willing to take in, to the path of cultivating immortality that is unattainable for ordinary people, but they also taught him step by step to stick to the Taoist heart and become the leader of all Xuanji. When he thought he was a spy colluding with the Demon Cult, Master still believed in him without any reservation. Li Huan was really in love.
When he thought of the proud young man who looked at the heaven and earth after opening the "death" door that day, Li Huanzhen couldn't help but use more strength in his hands that were in the soil. He kowtowed to the air from afar and thought to himself: : "Master, I must find out the real culprit who framed me and avenge you!" Then he patted the soil, summoned the Guying Sword, and flew towards the north.
In the evening, Li Huanzhen came to a ruined village. It was already evening, and there was no smoke in the whole village. It was silent and lifeless.
This was the village where he once lived, but now it has been destroyed by unidentified black-robed immortal cultivators. Yunping was also taken away. Li Huanzhen clenched his fists in front of the burned-down house in the corridor. He still remembered This house was once the home of a simple farmer named Wang Maocai in the village and his wife. Now the couple has entered reincarnation, leaving only this dilapidated house. Li Huanzhen stood in front of the house, silently paying homage to his death in his heart. folks.
Beside the dirt road in the village, the huge bluestone carries many childhood memories. He once climbed up and down it with his childhood friends. This is the gathering place for the children in the village after meals. Every time he goes to the small river in the village We gather here before playing, catching fish, and swimming.
There are also ancient trees beside the dirt road, which were planted by the older generation in the village a long time ago. Now they are intertwined with roots, tall and vigorous, like hornet dragons, with old branches sprouting new leaves. This is where the old people like to live together. place.
The air is filled with the smell of earth, mixed with the fragrance of grass, and the spring is full of hope. This season always gives people a feeling of hope, but rows of dilapidated houses completely destroy this scene.
Li Huanzhen suddenly felt a heart-wrenching pain. He once dreamed of such a scene, the white-haired adoptive parents, and the ghostly Yun Ping. Whenever he dreamed of such a scene, he would wake up from his dream, and he would wake up every time. I feel moist at the corners of my eyes.
"The one in front of you is really a baby." In the evening darkness, an old man walked over holding a lantern tremblingly. An old voice came from the front, and his tone was full of doubts and disbelief. The white-haired man walked over... The old man was none other than Li Huanzhen, the old village chief of his village. Tears inadvertently blurred his eyes. Li Huanzhen used the Earth-shrinking Technique and hurriedly came to the old village chief and supported his trembling body. I haven’t seen him for a long time, but the old village chief’s back has become even more stooped.
