Yan Yun felt inexplicably sad when she heard the cry of a child in her ears. Just when she was about to help them bury the leader of the Hidden Moon Sect, he suddenly opened his eyes again.
"Wait a minute, there's something I haven't said yet."
Yan Yun silently wiped the non-existent cold sweat on his head and almost buried her, "You tell me."
"You don't have to worry about not having enough money to feed them. You can just take this deed and collect the debt."
After Fang Jiuru finished explaining this matter, he died completely. Yan Yun looked at the slightly wrinkled book deed in his hand and opened it amidst the sobs of the people around him.
It clearly states on it that Liang Xun, the leader of the Changle Sect, owes Fang Jiuru, the leader of the Yanyue Sect, 3.67 million low-grade spiritual stones.
Owe so much? Still Liang Xun?
Yan Yun suppressed the shock in her heart, put away the book and deed, and helped these children bury Fang Jiuru.
Those children stood in front of Fang Jiuru's grave for a long time, unwilling to leave. They were all unwanted children that Fang Jiuru had picked up, and they had already regarded him as a close relative in their hearts.
Yan Yun squatted aside and waited for them.
Later, she will go hunting for treasures first, and then go to Changle Sect to collect debts and bring out the spring.
The girl who just asked Yanyun to save Fang Jiuru was called Xiao Xiao. She was the oldest among these children, only one year older than Yanyun.
She had stopped crying when she was a child, and her eyes were so painful that she couldn't bear it. She picked up her youngest child and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm afraid there will be monsters after dark, let's go."
The children obviously listened to her words. They all wiped away their tears and followed her to Yan Yun.
"My name is Xiao, and we will follow you obediently from now on."
When I was looking at Yan Yun, there was some uneasiness in her reddish eyes. It would be great if she was as powerful as her. She could protect everyone.
"My name is Yan Yun." Yan Yun watched them look at her with vigilance in their eyes, and introduced herself in a gentle voice.
Yanyun? There used to be a person named Yan Yun in their sect, and I couldn't help but feel that it was a coincidence when I was young.
When leaving, Xiao couldn't help but take another look at Fang Jiuru's grave. At this time, a seed of hatred was planted, and she must avenge her sect master.
Yan Yun comforted them and asked them to rest first, while she looked around.
This sect is really small, with a total of seven or eight rooms. The training room and the training room are clearly divided. The furthest away is a three-story building. In front of the building is a plaque with three characters "Book Collection".
Looking at these layouts, she felt somewhat familiar.
She came to the library and opened the door with a creak.
The building was a little stuffy, so she raised her hand and turned on a white light. The books in the room were neatly placed, and they contained some of the simplest spells.
Going up further, there are some exercises, but on the third floor there is only one book.
It is "History of the Hidden Moon Sect".
Out of curiosity, Yan Yun picked up the book and opened it. This sect was so small, but it seemed to have existed for many, many years.
As she thought, the Hidden Moon Sect has a history of three to four hundred years, and the original intention of establishing this sect is to give abandoned children a place to live, so that they can learn some skills to survive, and they can be independent when they grow up. Choose to stay or leave.
Seeing this, she couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration.
She sensed someone coming from afar, but it wasn't a dangerous aura, it was probably those children.
"Why can you open this book?"
It was young, and she stood at the door. Under the white light, her expression was a little surprised and confused.
She put her junior brothers and sisters to sleep, and when she saw the light in the library, she looked for it.
"What's wrong?"
Yan Yun also didn't understand. Could it be that this book couldn't be opened?
"This sect history can only be opened by those who have worshiped the Patriarch of the Hiding Moon Sect and become a disciple of the Hiding Moon Sect."
"you"
Is it because she has a spiritual ring on her hand? I didn't understand it when I was young, because there is a secret method created by the Hiding Moon Sect in the sect's history, so there are restrictions on it, and non-Yue Hiding Sect disciples cannot open it.
"Maybe it's because I have a spiritual ring."
Yan Yun shook her head, but soon she thought that she had not yet let the spirit ring recognize her as its master.
In the original owner's memory, she was abandoned by her parents and then brought back by Yu Feng.
She tried hard to recall, but found that there was nothing about the original owner's parents, not even a blurry face. The original owner was already five or six years old when he entered the sect, so he should have remembered things.
Yan Yun seemed to have thought of something. The name of each disciple was recorded at the end of the book, and she kept flipping through it.
The moment she saw her name, her pupils shrank. Why was this?
Wasn't the original owner abandoned by his parents?
"Host, he should have changed your memory."
Duocai felt her emotional fluctuations. For Yu Feng, a human spirit who has lived for thousands of years, it is not impossible for him to tamper with the memory of a child... What a bitch!
"Where has she gone?"
Yan Yun pointed to her name and raised her head to look at Xiao Xiao, although she already had a vague answer in her heart.
"She was lost. That day, the sect master went to the mountains to collect herbs. We went to play with him. When we came back, she was gone... The sect master searched for her for a long time and couldn't find her." When I was young, I had a bold idea, but the face of the person in front of me But I can't match the person in my memory.
When she said this, Yan Yun understood everything, and indescribable sadness and anger arose in her heart.
If Yu Feng wanted to accept a disciple, he could have explained it to the leader of the Hiding Moon Sect at that time, but he had to take the original owner away without saying a word, tampering with her memory and giving her warmth as a savior.
Yan Yun thought that Yu Feng did the right thing for the original owner by saving the abandoned original owner, but he did not expect that for the original owner, in the end, this warmth would be fake.
At this moment, she felt deeply sad for the original owner.
"Look at me." Yan Yun took off the disguise on his face, revealing his true appearance.
The moment he saw her true appearance, Xiao was stunned.
"You put your hand on your name."
Maybe it's just that they look alike. When I was young, I didn't believe there was such a coincidence. Moreover, if she was Yan Yun who got lost back then, then why didn't she know them at all?
Yan Yun gently placed his finger on her name, and the next second, her name lit up.
"You are really Yan Yun... Then why don't you remember me and the sect master at all?"
Shi Xiao had a look of disbelief. When Fang Jiuru was mentioned, she began to feel a faint pain in her heart again.
"Sorry, I don't remember what happened before."
Yan Yun closed Zong Shi and lowered her eyelashes. She went back to the starting point and discovered an even crueler fact.
When I looked at her, the uneasiness and doubts in my heart were completely dispelled, and he turned to sit opposite her, "No wonder, where were you then? But it's okay to leave, you are very powerful now, I am happy for you."
"How have you been doing these years?"
When she asked this question, Yan Yun recalled the absurd life of the original owner and felt a helpless sense of fate.
