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Chapter 115: The old shadow of the changing moon spring follows the obscure memories

Tang Hao carefully flipped through the newly acquired memories: "Not to mention the period of infancy, there are quite a few contents even when he was still in the womb."

Having obtained all the memories of this life, he and the original owner, in a sense, have achieved unity in experience and emotion.

This matter was naturally new and interesting to Tang Hao, but some of his early memories were obviously problematic.

"From what I understand, the Tang family has fallen far from prominence in the world of immortal cultivation, but in the secular world, they are still the princes and nobles of Shengjing, Dongling Kingdom, right?"

Muttering to himself, Tang Hao crossed his legs and entered into meditation again.

The spiritual consciousness appeared in the purple palace sea of ​​consciousness. With a slight stroke of the right hand, countless images and shadows flashed before his eyes.

Suddenly he pointed his finger and the picture froze. There was the dividing line between light and darkness.

In the light, as soon as the memory began to come to him, he was dazzled by the whiteness in front of him.

There was a pleasant aroma of milk lingering in his nose, and a soft grain in his mouth, and he kept swallowing the slightly sweet juice into his stomach.

"Ahem, how embarrassing!" Tang Hao realized what was happening and was about to turn the screen away.

Suddenly, a related light and shadow flashed before my eyes, and in just a moment, more than ten years had passed.

A voice similar to an inner monologue echoed in his subconscious: "This is my wet nurse, Aunt Cui."

"So the change of light and darkness is from the biological mother to the wet nurse?" Tang Hao rubbed his chin in thought.

Some people couldn't understand it: "This is even more strange. Children from wealthy families should be taken away by wet nurses to be fed as soon as they are born. And it seems that they have never had contact with their biological mother since then?"

He quickly moved his fingers and came to the dark part on the other side of the dividing line, and quickly swiped to the end of the darkness.

When he heard the faint sound of "plop" and running water, his fingers suddenly stopped.

"A newborn is awake for about four hours a day. That means I spent a month in a dark place after I was born? With my biological mother?"

Tang Hao quickly calculated the result in his head and couldn't help but frown.

As a boy who once helped his sister take care of a baby, Edward knows a lot about babies.

Scratching through the memories of that month, there isn't much useful information.

The environment was too dark, and the newborn's eyesight was already poor, so all they saw was a gray mass.

Looking carefully back and forth, he always felt that something was missing.

"No, no, this is not right."

Suddenly, Tang Hao's body shook violently, and his eyes became hot, red, and filled with tears uncontrollably.

He heard no sound, he had never heard his mother speak.

Unable to believe it for a moment, Tang Hao took a long time to calm down and review this dark memory almost frame by frame.

Finally, in the second half near the dividing line between light and darkness, he found something different.

It seemed to be a melody being hummed, and every vibration of the voice seemed to be enduring extreme pain.

But Tang Hao heard comfort, reluctance, desire for life and yearning for freedom in the melody.

After sitting there all night, the rising light and the anxious sounds of people wandering outside finally brought him back to his senses.

Gently waving the melody in his ears, Tang Hao walked out of the retreat room in a trance.

"Congratulations, brother, on successfully building your foundation. Eh? What happened to you?"

When Yuan Tong saw that he had finally come out, he breathed a sigh of relief and congratulated him, but then he noticed that something was wrong with him.

Tang Hao shook his head and suddenly stared into Yuan Tong's eyes and said, "Brother, check the Tang family in Shengjing, Dongling Kingdom, especially the intelligence over the past twenty years. The more detailed the better. Money is not a problem."

"Investigate your family?" Seeing his affirmation, Yuan Tong probably knew what was wrong. With a sigh, he agreed: "Okay, this much information cannot be obtained in a short time. I'm afraid you will have to wait for a while."

"Okay." Tang Hao simply answered with one word and looked towards Shengjing.

"I should find a chance and go to the Tang family."

When the new year arrived, Tang Hao and Yuan Tong did not make many arrangements.

Both of them had just successfully established their foundations and were seizing the time to go into seclusion and update and improve their spells.

In the blink of an eye, the fifteenth day had passed and the merchant ships arrived at Qingmu Xiancheng.

Nan Lianzhu lay on the side of the boat bored, listening to his brother's chatter.

"Sister, remember, when you go to Yuequan Island this time, don't act rashly. Think carefully before you speak or act. That's the territory of the Yaoyue Sect, and the Quan family is also very difficult to deal with." Nan Liansong advised earnestly.

Rolling her eyes, she said impatiently: "I know, brother, you have been saying it all the way, and you are not annoying."

"It's all for your own good."

"Okay, okay, it's for my own good. I don't want to bother with you." Nan Lianzhu frowned at him and continued to look outside the boat, constantly scanning the passing passengers.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up and she straightened her back, but halfway through, she suddenly fell back down in frustration: "A pair of eyes and a nose ruined the whole face."

"He looks good, but why are his eyes so cold? And that nose, my God, that big eagle hook is almost hooked into his own mouth." Nan Lianzhu muttered there.

Nan Liansong slapped his forehead helplessly, glanced at the monk, thought for a moment, then grabbed her arm and said, "This man looks really sinister. Let's stay away from him."

As if sensing someone pointing at him, he looked up, but only saw two heads disappearing over the side of the ship. The sinister monk couldn't help but snort coldly.

He strolled to the registration point and answered calmly, "Qinghua Sect's inner disciple Beishan Ming, an upper room, to Yuequan Island."

When the boatman was collecting the fare and issuing the invoice for registration, another voice was heard.

"Random cultivator Guangbai, Yuequan Island, one room upstairs."

When Beishan Ming heard the same destination, he immediately turned his head to look over.

The person who spoke was a handsome and tall young male cultivator.

The other person looked lazy, and when he noticed him looking at him, he glanced back casually.

She looked him up and down twice, then turned her eyes away nonchalantly and looked towards the boat.

The so-called Guangbai is naturally Tang Hao.

Thanks to the secret disguise technique [Shape-changing] given by Yuan Tong, his appearance and body shape are completely different, and even his skin color is slightly different.

Not to mention Beishan Ming, whom he had only met two or three times, even if Mei Zhen, Lao Luo and others came, they would not be able to recognize him.

At this moment, the two heads that had just disappeared on the side of the ship were slowly emerging.

"This one is good, this one is good, it's much better than the one next to it." Nan Lianzhu pulled his brother's sleeve and shouted.

Nan Liansong took a look. Although he didn't want to admit it, he was indeed a good-looking man. "You look at me in the sect, and you still look at me when you go out. Auntie, please restrain yourself."

"I'm just taking a look, not going up to talk to him." Nan Lianzhu glared at him dissatisfiedly, and continued to stare at the male cultivator named Guangbai.

"I always feel that this person is very familiar." Nan Lianzhu looked for a while and said a little confusedly.

Nan Liansong chuckled twice and said, "What handsome monk wouldn't find me familiar?"

"I always feel that person looks like Yan Ming." Nan Lianzhu said seriously.

This time, Nan Liansong no longer laughed at her and his expression became serious.

(End of this chapter)