After Immortal Qing Leng loses his memory

It was late at night, and everything was quiet at this time, the entire inn and the town were plunged into a thick night, Qi Yao stared at the void, but had no intention of falling asleep.

Qi Yao tossed and turned, and Xuan Shuang was lying flat beside him, breathing undulatingly, sleeping upright, with peaceful eyes, completely different from the cold and aloof person in the daytime.

He slowly raised his hand. This person's body is weak, his spiritual sea is lacking, and his cultivation is negligible. Moreover, according to his two-day observation, the relationship between Xuan Shuang and the fellow seniors is not very close. Before anyone called for help, Xuan Shuang, who couldn't summon the sword and closed yuan needle, was powerless to fight back.

"how?"

But just when his fingertips had just condensed the spiritual power, Xuan Shuang's voice suddenly sounded, Qi Yao's heart shrank suddenly, and the spiritual power dissipated instantly.

Qi Yao regained his composure, but when he looked up, he saw Xuan Shuang's eyes were closed all the time, his side face was smooth and beautiful, even in the hazy night, he was still as beautiful as a crown jade.

After not seeing Qi Yao's answer for a long time, Xuan Shuang opened a gap in his eyes, but suddenly saw a strange black shadow passing by the window, and he immediately got up from the couch.

"Xuan Shuang..." Qi Yao seemed to be startled by him, and hurriedly sat up after him, and asked doubtfully, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing," Xuan Shuang thought that Qi Yao's cultivation level was low, so he probably didn't notice anything unusual, and said, "You go to bed first, and I'll go back as soon as I go."

After he dropped these words, the figure had come out of the window, not Yu Jian's figure floating in the void, but disappeared in front of Qi Yao's eyes in an instant.

Qi Yao stared at the direction where he disappeared and fell into deep thought. He was able to fly without the help of spiritual power to control the sword, and he used the technique of shrinking the ground for thousands of miles, which showed that Xuan Shuang had at least reached the stage of transcending the catastrophe.

Qi Yao wasn't surprised by this. His own cultivation had fallen to the early stage of integration. Thousands of years ago, it was probably the Mahayana period or the Transcending Tribulation period. Xuan Shuang could kill him with a single sword, so how could his cultivation be weak.

Even though Xuan Shuang's cultivation is not as good as when it was at its peak, the two of them are on par. If you want to kill him, you can only take advantage of his unpreparedness and succeed in one blow.

With a thought in his mind, Qi Yao searched for the faint and invisible traction in the Lingtai, and after sensing Xuan Shuang's general direction, his figure disappeared into the room immediately.

Feiyun Town is no longer bustling and bustling during the day, but creeps silently in the night. The town is surrounded by mountains, the night wind blows from nowhere, and the rustling of leaves is mixed with the sound of whimpering.

Xuan Shuang's footsteps stopped suddenly. He chased the black figure out of Feiyun Town. He was standing at a fork in the road. The two directions, one left and one right, could not see the end in the middle of the night, leading to the road around Feiyun Town. in several mountains.

He scanned all around, but couldn't find the black shadow. Xuan Shuang frowned. When he was in the inn, he thought he had made a mistake in his judgment, so he chased him out to find out.

Although the breath in the air was very faint, Xuan Shuang was sure that it was... demonic energy.

Xuanshuang grabbed the void with five fingers, and the slender and beautiful Nirvana Sword slowly appeared in his palm, the sword trembling and glowing with white light.

Xuan Shuang let go of his hand, the long sword floated in the air, Xuan Shuang said: "Go."

Ji Mie hummed, turned around in the air, pointed to the fork in the road on the left, Xuan Shuang no longer hesitated, and walked there.

This forked road became more and more secluded, farther and farther away from Feiyun Town. There were piles of dead branches and rotten leaves, and there was a crisp sound of crackling under the feet. In the dark and deep mountain forest, there was a bit of eerieness.

Ji Mie stopped in front of a stone wall and stopped moving forward. Xuan Shuang raised his hand to hold the sword and looked around.

This is a mountain depression, surrounded by large and small hills, and the surface of the stone wall in front of him is uneven. It is no different from other stone walls with the naked eye, but Xuanshuang smells a faint smell in the wind. Demon Qi.

Xuan Shuang lifted the sword and swung out a stream of sword energy, and circles of water ripples appeared on the originally solid and cold wall, but they absorbed the sword energy lightly. Xuan Shuang took a closer look and found that there was not even a single scratch on it.

In the next moment, a mass of beams of light hit Xuanshuang with a strong wind. Fortunately, Xuanshuang had been paying attention to the movement of the stone wall, and immediately dodged the blow sideways. Behind him came the rumbling sound of the stone wall breaking.

The demonic energy in the air permeated and became more and more intense.

"Who?!"

There was a shout from the cave, and the black shadow that had disappeared flashed out, and at the same time, several beams of light hit Xuanshuang not far away without breathing.

Xuan Shuang managed to avoid it, but the black shadow had already rushed in front of him, the sword in Xuan Shuang's hand was unsheathed, and the light was like lightning, piercing the night, allowing Xuan Shuang to see clearly what was attacking him.

The moment the sword light illuminated, Xuan Shuang saw a vague figure in the black mist, surrounded by demonic energy, the man was tightly covered under the black hood, a pair of empty eyes stared at Xuan Shuang, and the red pupils flashed. Xuan Shuang immediately felt that his mind was unstable.

Evil spirits!

Lian Shen raised his sword across his chest, and after blocking the blow, Xuan Shuang immediately stepped back.

The man was hidden in the black mist again, only a hoarse voice came, "Yuchen Lord?"

Xuan Shuang frowned, pointing the tip of the sword at the black mist, frowned and said coldly: "Do you recognize me?"

"Life is so hard, to be surrounded and suppressed by the entire cultivation world," the man in black stared at Xuan Shuang with eyes that were like endless emptiness, and said, "Your soul is gone, you are not dead!"

As soon as the words fell, the man in black rushed in front of Xuan Shuang. The sword in Xuan Shuang's hand made a whistling sound, and the surrounding wind was strong. With a strike of the sword, the black mist suddenly dispersed into two balls, and then the man in black stood still. In front of Xuan Shuang, he was invulnerable and unscathed.

The man in black floated in mid-air, his hands formed seals, and an invisible barrier in the air pressed down on Xuanshuang, with an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Xuan Shuang was startled, and subconsciously used her spiritual power to raise the sword to block it, but her feet sank an inch under the pressure, and Xuan Shuang suddenly felt a sharp pain from the altar.

The Nirvana Sword in his hand swept out, the barrier was broken, the coercion dissipated, and the sword energy stirred up the leaves in the forest and rustled to the ground.

Stepping into the void, Xuan Shuang slashed straight down in front of the man in black in an instant.

"I didn't expect that Lord Yuchen, who used to be famous in the three realms, would have fallen to the lower realms, and he was still lingering like a cripple." The man in black laughed loudly, took a step back, and easily avoided Xuanshuang's sword, " How would you feel if the Three Realms knew about it?"

Xuan Shuang chased the man in black to the ground, his eyes were cold, "The people of the Xianmen are actually the remnants of evil spirits."

"That's right," the man in black said in a soft tone, "No one in the Three Realms knows that Lord Yuchen has fallen into a demon and rebelled. Of course I am a remnant of a demon."

Xuan Shuang frowned, before she understood the meaning of his words, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a warm and clear jade pendant hanging on his waist.

Qi Yao, who hid not far away and originally planned to take advantage of Xuan Shuang's unpreparedness to reap the benefits of the fisherman, paused, his gaze sweeping between the two of them.

Xuan Shuang raised his hand to grab the cloud-patterned Fuxi Jade, but the man in black suddenly threw out a wave of spiritual power and struck behind him. Xuan Shuang immediately turned around to avoid it. Although his five senses were not as sensitive as they were 500 years ago, they still Still caught the subtle sound of a dead branch being trampled off behind him.

Someone is there!

"Mr. Yuchen, there will be a time later."

Xuan Shuang turned around, and the man had already disappeared into the night. He put away his sword, put his hand on the tree and covered his chest, "How long are you going to hide?"

There was a moment of silence in the forest, and a person slowly walked out from behind the thick tree, who else could it be if it wasn't Qi Yao?

Xuan Shuang's eyes moved slightly, and she looked at Qi Yao with a disturbed expression, "Why are you here?"

"I'm worried about you..." Qi Yao pursed his lips, and after meeting his gaze, he lowered his head a little lower, "I just followed."

Xuan Shuang didn't speak.

The trees in the forest are tall, with luxuriant branches and leaves. In the night, the shadows of the trees dance, and the mountain wind blows, swaying like ghosts.

"Xuan Shuang," Qi Yao was so frightened that he ran towards Xuan Shuang, tripped over something and threw himself into his arms, "This place is so gloomy..."

"Go back first."

The man in black has disappeared, and it is meaningless to stay here any longer, Xuan Shuang pushes Qi Yao away.

Qi Yao deliberately took advantage of the situation and hugged Xuan Shuang's arm.

He knew that Xuan Shuang didn't like to have physical contact with people, although he couldn't kill him for the time being, it would be good to make Xuan Shuang feel disgusted.

Xuan Shuang struggled to get rid of Qi Yao, saw his eyes wandering around, and the fear in his eyes could not be concealed, so he let him hold his arms and walked out of the deep forest step by step.

Seeing that his footsteps were vacant and his breath was unstable, Qi Yao worried: "Xuan Shuang, are you injured?"

"It's okay." Xuan Shuang's expression was always cold and indifferent, except for his pale face, he couldn't see anything else.

The forest was silent, only the sound of two people talking and the sound of dead branches and rotten leaves being crushed.

"That's good," Qi Yao seemed to be really relieved when he heard the words, and his tone was a little admirable, and he whispered: "You were so powerful just now, you can break the enchantment of that demon with a single sword, Xuan Shuang , you used to be called Yuchen Jun..."

Xuan Shuang's ears were ringing, and when she heard this, her footsteps stopped, "No."

Xuan Shuang suppressed the dizziness from the Lingtai, raised her feet and walked away without looking back.

No matter who you are, Qi Yao stared at his slender and thin back with cold eyes. If your cultivation recovers in the future, I will definitely pay for your life!

Seeing Xuan Shuang drifting away in the deep and quiet mountain forest, Qi Yao restrained his expression, and hurriedly followed up pretendingly, "Wait, wait for me..."

Xuan Shuang's internal friction was serious, and he fell into a coma when he returned to the inn and fell into bed. When he woke up, the candlelight in the room was dim, the windows were closed, and no one else was there except himself.

"Qi Yao?"

Xuan Shuang called out, but there was no answer for a long time. He just got into the bed and opened the door, when he saw Qi Yao's hand in the air, as if he was about to push the door in.

Qi Yao was obviously taken aback when he saw him, and then his eyes lit up, "Xuan Shuang, are you awake?"

Xuan Shuang said "hmm", took two steps back, let Qi Yao in, and asked, "Have I slept all day?"

Qi Yao said, "No, you slept for three days."

Xuan Shuang frowned, and suddenly remembered the man in black who disappeared last night, his words were familiar, and he should have been acquainted with him in the past.

But he has lived for nearly a thousand years, and he has practiced for a long time. Many people and things are not deliberately remembered. No impression at all.

The cloud-patterned Fuxi jade pendant on the demon's waist is the ancient spiritual jade that he has worn since he was a child and can nourish the soul. Now that his altar is damaged and his body is weak, it is exactly what he needs.

He died 500 years ago, and Fu Xiyu disappeared after waking up. He thought he had been broken with his body, but how could he appear in the hands of the evil spirit?

"Xuan Shuang, what's wrong with you?"

Xuan Shuang came back to his senses, only to find that the inn was quiet, even Tong Qing, who was the most noisy on weekdays, was not there. He asked Qi Yao who was looking at him worriedly, "Where are the brothers?"

"There is a Lantern Festival in the town today," Qi Yao said, "Senior Brother Tongqing wants to watch the excitement, so he pestered Senior Brother and the others to accompany him."

Luo Jiutang wanted to take Qi Yao back to Xiaoyaozong, so Qi Yao climbed up the pole and obediently called out his senior brother.

Xuan Shuang said: "Why don't you go?"

The author says:

Qi Yao: Because I wanted to kill you... no, I was worried about you.