My disciple's cultivation returns ten thousand times, so I have to be invincible.

In the courtyard, Zhong Qing looked at the hesitant disciple and encouraged him, "Some things must be faced."

"You've already missed her once."

"But don't let your hesitation fill the rest of your life with regrets again."

After these words came out, Shen Jinkuo took a deep breath and said, "Thank you, Master!"

His expression changed, he adjusted his mentality, and took firm steps forward. After a while, he entered the Jingxin Pavilion.

As soon as Wu entered, his expression changed.

The whole person froze instantly.

But in the small pavilion, there was no furniture or decoration at all, only portraits.

The portrait shows mountains, water and people.

Seeing these mountains, these waters, and these people, all the memories that have been buried for thousands of years flooded into my mind.

This was clearly something they had experienced together!

Shen Jinkuo carefully stroked a portrait on the wall.

There was a spot on the portrait that had been wetted by liquid, leaving only a small wrinkle.

He took a sniff and it was salty!

The taste is very light!

Apparently a long time had passed.

He could vaguely feel the mood of the owner of the painting when he created it.

Crying as I recall the past.

Look at them one after another.

His mood was in a mess, completely in a mess!

He knew that Yi'er loved him deeply!

But I never expected that our love would be so deep.

He searched everywhere for the beauty like a madman.

From the first floor, to the second floor, and then to the third floor.

There are portraits on every floor.

It is not just a portrait, but also the memories between them.

The entire Jingxin Pavilion has a total of six floors.

Finally, Shen Jinkuo found the beauty on the fifth floor.

After seeing the beautiful figure, his heart couldn't help but tremble.

……

In my impression, Fang Yi is graceful, confident, calm, holy and flawless, as graceful and dazzling as a white lotus.

The Fang Yi in front of him had messy hair and a haggard figure.

She was sitting on the ground painting.

However, one hand kept patting his forehead.

From time to time, he murmured, "Why can't I remember it?"

"That's where Brother Shen and I first met."

"Where did we meet that day?"

"Qingling Ferry? Mangu Long Road? Or Tongyuan Secret Realm?"

"Damn it! How could I forget?"

"That's where Brother Shen and I first met."

"I can't forget!"

"I told him I would remember everything about him."

"How could I possibly go back on my word to Brother Shen?"

She slapped her forehead again and again.

Trying hard to recall the past scene.

But the more I think about it, the more I realize that the scene has already become faded.

The more mottled it is, the more I recall it.

The more I think about it, the more painful I feel.

In this way, it seems to be trapped in an endless vicious circle.

It was so painful that she could hardly breathe, and her emotions were so agitated that she was almost out of control.

In the end, she huddled in a corner with her head in her hands.

His whole body was trembling, like a small animal struggling in pain.

"How...how...can't I remember?"

When Shen Jinkuo saw this scene, his blood rushed to his head. Every word was like a hammer hitting his heart.

It made him so heartbroken that he couldn't breathe.

He stretched out his hands, wanting to hold the poor beauty in his arms and show her pity.

But in the end, he stopped himself abruptly.

He said in a trembling voice, "Yier, don't think about it anymore."

"What virtue and ability do I, Shen Jinkuo, have to deserve you to treat me like this?"

At this moment, he really wanted to go back a thousand years and tear himself into pieces for rejecting Yier.

Such a beautiful woman!

Such deep love!

How can the position of a mere branch patriarch be compared with it?

As Shen Jinkuo finished speaking, Fang Yi's whole body trembled.

She turned around and stood up as quickly as possible.

For a moment, the two sides looked at each other.

The figure of the other person that had been lingering in his heart for a thousand years seemed to have walked out of a dream and overlapped with reality.