The idiot went crazy again today

Layers of illusions collapsed, and the surrounding scenery changed suddenly. In a trance, Yuqing Lake once again returned to the ruins of the dilapidated palace city overgrown with weeds.

The Jianmu fruit is crystal clear and emerald, overflowing with aura, emitting a ghostly light in his palm.

There is a vague soul power slowly moving in the fruit, but there is no sign of soul gathering, and there is no illusion of residual soul obsession around.

"Senior Luo, this is—" Yuqingchi was anxious and confused, staring at the fruit in his hand, looking back to ask Luo Yuncang for advice, but there was nothing behind him, and Luo Yuncang's spirited figure was no longer there.

--How is this going?

Yuqingchi's voice stopped abruptly, and an idea slowly boiled in his mind.

He knew Luo Yunhuan very well. The body of the person he saw earlier was indeed not Luo Yunhuan, but even if that person was Luo Yunhuan's elder brother, he knew too much. The whole story of Yunhuan bearing the sky thunder on her own behalf... Only he and Luo Yunhuan knew about this.

Is that person really just Luo Yuncang?

But if he wasn't Luo Yuncang, who was instructing him to find Master's soul bit by bit?

Yuqingchi's eyebrows twitched, and the answer was ready to come out.

Master, is it you who led me to pick up your past memories with the sound of the flute all the way?Is it your soul that knows, and uses Luo Yuncang's body to guide me to approach you step by step?

Yuqingchi shook his head slightly, getting rid of the messy thoughts in his mind.These questions, when he finds his master, he must ask them clearly one by one, but right now——

The most urgent task at the moment is naturally to quickly find the remaining soul of Master.Yuqingchi closed his eyes and thought carefully about the current situation. The three souls of the master have been absorbed by the Jianmu fruit, and only the remnants of memories are left scattered in the world. Now he only has four of them.People's memories and emotions are numerous and vast like an ocean, how many remnants of Luo Yunhuan are scattered in the world, and where will he find them?

Suddenly, there is a fluttering flute sound in the distance, like snowflakes rustling to the ground, piercing the galaxy and flowing through the long night.

Yuqingchi stood deep in the ruins, closed his eyes and listened to every flute sound.

The sound of the flute was like Mu Rusu, mellow and melodious, and when the music flowed by his ears, Yuqingchi seemed to see Luo Yunhuan's face.

It seemed that there was an invisible force pouring into his hesitant heart, and the fog in front of him was suddenly blown away.

How about the vastness of feelings and memories?So what if the remnants don't know where to scatter?Yuqingchi walked away looking for the sound, and the skirt of his clothes brushed over the ruins of the ground, rolling up waves of dust and smoke.

His current body is the body of Luo Yunhuan's immortal, he has a long enough life, and he has endless patience and determination to find every strand of master's scattered souls in the world one by one, and gradually form Yunhuan's complete memory ——

No!He has to do much more than that!

Luo Yunhuan, the Immortal of the Nine Heavens, is immortal and elegant, with a heart for the common people.The Immortal Jiuxiao in the Three Realms has never died, and when he is not in this mortal world, he is the Immortal Jiuxiao that everyone admires. He must shoulder the heavy responsibility of this identity together, and he must not let go of the reputation of the master. Otherwise, when the master returns in the future, how can I have the face to face him?

What the master has no time to do or can't do, will be done by him in the name of Jiuxiao Xianzun.

When Yunhai sees Qingming again and Kyushu Haiyan and Heqing, he has neatly pieced together the master's memory, and can calmly and proudly welcome Luo Yunhuan, who has not changed at all...

Thinking of this, Yuqingchi suddenly felt a little embarrassed.Although he has grown older and changed his appearance, his heart has not changed at all.As long as it was something he wanted to do, he would try his best to do it no matter what.Even if Luo Yunhuan's soul has been scattered into powder and scattered in every corner of Kyushu, even if he wants him to spend thousands of years, he still has to piece together the memories and emotions cherished by his master. .

Yuqingchi raised his sword, and hurriedly chased after the sound of the flute, his figure gradually disappeared in the night.

Above the ruins of the imperial city floated a magic circle with a hidden figure. Luo Yuncang hid in it, holding a wisp of soul in his hand. The wind blew his clothes and temples, and he looked very similar to Luo Yunhuan in the dark.

"Everyone has three souls and seven souls. After death, the three souls fly up to the sky, and the seven souls dissipate later. The seven souls of a person carry emotions such as joy, anger, sorrow, fear, love, hatred, and desire. Yunhuan, how many times have you cultivated immortality? In addition, the emotions are less than others, and the desire is very weak. It must not be difficult to find, but as the saying goes, "Love and hate are mutual", in your scattered souls, love and hate have long been become one, and your apprentice—"

Luo Yuncang fell from the sky in a sparse white dress, and looked towards the direction of Yuqing Lake, with a faint smile on his brows: "Yunhuan, your apprentice is so cute and silly. Among the seven souls, he has already achieved The four souls of joy, anger, sorrow, and fear are now chasing after the soul of desire, so there is only this soul of love and hatred left, so why worry about spending thousands of years?"

The remnant spirit held in Luo Yuncang's hands flickered slightly, as if silently agreeing with Luo Yuncang's words.

Luo Yuncang pondered for a while, and said again: "The faint soul of desire will not consume too much time and energy for him, why don't you go find him?"

A wisp of love and almost imperceptible hatred intertwined, like a ribbon blown by the wind, suddenly floated up from Luo Yuncang's palm, but it did not follow the disappearing figure of Yuqing Lake, but Quietly wrapped around Luo Yuncang's slender and strong wrist.

Clouds and mist gathered and scattered all over the sky, and the night wind coming through the city seemed to blow a sigh.

Of course Luo Yunhuan couldn't wait to return his spirit and soul to his place, but he couldn't do it yet.

Although he diverted the aura of himself and Yuqingchi with the technique of replacing his body with his body, he completely concealed the truth from the heaven, let the punishment of heaven fall on him, and temporarily calmed the wrath of heaven with the result of his soul flying away.However, those who suffered catastrophe and lost their lives because of Yuqingchi's previous series of cruel and evil actions are innocent.

Luo Yunhuan herself can ignore the wrong things Yu Qingchi did to her, but she can't forgive him for those innocent people who lost their lives generously.

Yuqingchi has the punishment he deserves.

Let him walk every inch of land in the four seas of Kyushu, let him do something for the Three Realms that suffered disasters because of him, it might be a kind of atonement for him.

After experiencing all kinds of hardships, although they are exhausted physically and mentally, they are not in vain.A wisp of Luo Yunhuan's soul was swaying in the night wind—at least they had already connected with each other, and Qingchi... would definitely be able to understand his own thoughts.

"It's up to you." Luo Yuncang seemed to be able to overcome his thoughts, and his gentle and long voice was blown away by the wind:

"No matter how long this process is, you will meet again in the end."

Qingchi, we will meet again.

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