Listening to the Phoenix

"He'er, this hole flute is on your body, don't lose it."

"Master..."

"The catastrophe comes again, He'er, this is your chance."

"Master, don't go."

"Sleep well, and you'll be fine when you wake up."

With the soft and cool touch between the brows, the chaotic consciousness sank into a peaceful sleep, and the panic in An Heyi's heart continued to magnify until he died.

No!

Shuiyi caressed his brows and eyes tenderly, and finally placed a kiss between his brows.

and son...

He resolutely pulled away An Heyi's hand that was tightly clutching his wide sleeve, his thin back sank into the void, like a thin sword that cut through the sky and the earth.

"He, that's the nature."

In the dark sea of ​​consciousness, a soft and pleasant voice sounded, full of favor and helplessness.

The plain white clothes appeared in the darkness, the white light spread, and the entire sea of ​​consciousness became a peak.

He was sitting on a cliff with a jug of wine by his side.

"I can't do anything to him, I can only follow his wishes and let him vent his dissatisfaction." He said with a smile and turned around.

An Heyi and him stood in the center like a mirror.It's just that his eyebrows are cold, and the supreme indifference flows in his eyes, but the smile on his lips is gentle and serene.

"I, don't you think so?" he said.

"I……"

A smile spread on his lips, "Yes, me." He stepped forward to approach An Heyi, step by step, "I am your memory."

"The memory you lost in reincarnation."

"memory?"

"Shuiyi, Shuilian, Xiaoqin, Suigu, Fengming, Cangyue, Anwangyi, Yuzhengu, and even An Xiaoyu." Every time he said a name, a phantom appeared beside him. He stopped a step away in front of An Heyi, smiled tenderly at An Heyi, and the eight phantoms around him merged into one, standing there was a smiling young man, he said, "You don't even call An Heyi...do you still remember Liuchen?"

"What do you mean?" The light reflected in An Heyi's eyes was cold and heartless.

"You mean," he said.

An Heyi turned around.

"Shuiyi... Master is going to die."

An Heyi's eyes were cold, and there was even a flash of golden light in the deepest part.

Icy and supreme.

"You are...too weak now." He sighed softly, stretched out his hand, and touched An Heyi's brow with his fingertips, "Don't resist me."

"I am you..."

The white light shines brightly.

The young man with a clean face sank into the darkness, closed his eyes and fell asleep quietly.

Lingyinzui is currently solving Qing Yuchen's problem.

"It's not easy to solve." After checking the memory, Ling Yinzui gave his judgment.

Eyes sink.

Qing Yuchen was much calmer than him, "Even you said that..." There was a half-smile on his handsome face, "Then he really values ​​me."

"The descendants of Pangu, who can ignore it?" Feng Que asked rhetorically, "Pangu...he almost killed all the Chaos Demon Gods before he created the Great Desolation."

In the end, I also succeeded in trapping myself in it, which is really gratifying.

It's a pity he didn't see it.

"Can Ah Zui go back in time?"

"You are outside the bureau." Listening drunk said.

"It's okay."

"it is good."

Qing Yuchen smiled brightly, "Thank you, Ah Zui."

Feng Queci took Lingyinzui away after Lingyinzui performed on Qing Yuchen.

He really still hates Sanqing.

Rong Mingyao sent a message.

Shui Yi left the sect.Cangtan is missing.

Lingyin's drunken eyes looked at Lianyi Peak from a distance, and the mountain in his eyes disintegrated rapidly, and finally turned into a figure.

"At Ripple Peak."

Rong Mingyao felt relieved.

But soon, he almost rushed to Jinglun Peak.At the last moment, rational maneuvering kept his gentle and elegant personality like a jade gentleman from collapsing.

The head teacher of the Ninth Beginning Sect is nowhere to be found.

Rong Mingyao managed to maintain his demeanor, and asked the Jinglun disciple in front of him again: "The teacher is missing?"

Liu Bai spoke quickly and articulated clearly and clearly: "Today, when I routinely brought official business to the head teacher's office, I couldn't find any trace of the head teacher. I found the travel records, and the head teacher hasn't been out of Jinglun Peak recently."

Rong Mingyao's head hurts slightly.

There are large formations everywhere in the Jiuchu Sect, especially the eleven main peaks under the name of the main vein-although the Jiugong Peak is no longer there.

Except for all the immortals - those wearing vests like Feng Queci - there is no one who can enter and leave the main peak without leaving a travel record.

"Block the news." Rong Mingyao deliberated a few times, "Go and find a fairy who still has Shui Lan." Thinking of Shui Han whose lineage of Shui Lan is still there, Rong Ming was silent for a while, "Go to Liuxia Okay, let’s suppress the situation first. Also, send a message to Lianyi Peak. Where’s Cang Yi?”

Liubai: "I don't know."

Rong Mingyao was slightly annoyed, "Are you telling me that all of Shui Lan's direct lineage can't be contacted?"

Liubai knelt down under the inadvertent coercion, gritted his teeth and said, "Yes."

The pen, which had reached the level of a spiritual weapon, was abruptly broken by the graceful Xianjun.

Why are both of them so uneasy about the recent chaos in the primary realm?

If you can just do a retreat in normal times, you can get over it vaguely. Now that the troubled times are approaching, which leader will go to retreat?

"How long will it take for Changyuan's secret realm?"

Rong Mingyao's sound transmission directly fell to the ears of the main pulse masters.

"Seven years." Shui Jinse replied first.

"...Seven years." Rong Mingyao thought, "Maybe it's okay."

Five years later, the moment the noble monk in white clothes stepped out of Lianyi Peak, a large pile of jade slips fell from the sky.

Lifting his eyes to stop the jade slip, he avoided the slight surprise in the eyes of An Heyi Taohua who was buried by the jade slip.

Didn't it mean that he retreated and stabilized his realm?Why so many files?

I couldn't find Master to clarify my doubts.

Putting away the jade slips with sleeves, An Heyi stepped forward, and his figure disappeared in front of Lianyi Peak.At the same time, several sound transmissions were transmitted to several pulse masters.

Immediately, several pulse masters stopped what they were doing, put away a pile of jade slips with an "extremely strong" sense of responsibility, and left their main peak.

Sitting on the main seat of the main hall, quickly changing the official duties in his hands, An Heyi was startled when he saw several people stepping into the Jinglun Hall with gloomy faces one by one, feeling a bit out of harmony.Putting down the jade slips, An Heyi asked: "There is no major event recently, why are you more depressed than the other?" While speaking, Feng Que stepped into the Jinglun Hall.

An Heyi frowned: "Who are you?"

The pulse masters who sneered and wanted to reply to the sentence "no big deal recently" were dumbfounded.

Feng Que Ci's phoenix eyes flashed in surprise, "He Yi, what's wrong with you?"

An Heyi looked around again at the pulse masters, and realized where the sense of disobedience came from.

"Crossing the tribulation period." He looked at Rong Mingyao and said softly.

The tone was so light that it was weird.

"Brother, do you still remember what happened recently?" Rong Mingyao asked.

An Heyi: "I will cross the catastrophe."

The pulse masters were collectively silent.

Brother crossing the catastrophe... Isn't that what happened more than 500 years ago and almost 200 years ago?

Also...the senior brother didn't inexplicably disappear a year ago.

Feng Que looked at An Heyi interestingly, "You are going back hundreds of years in memory... Interesting."

"Where is your master now?"

"Don't be rude to Master!" An Heyi subconsciously scolded.

Feng Que said: "..."

Rong Mingyao: "Brother, Que...Han Wang has a special status, so he is not included in the seniority ranking of the disciples of the Ninth Elementary School."

So he can call the dao number at will.

An Heyi is unknown.

Rong Mingyao didn't know what to say.

Shui Jin said: "Brother, now is more than 500 years after you passed the catastrophe."

In an instant, An Heyi's breath was sharp.

The author has something to say:

My fault

After finishing writing this afternoon, I pressed copy, but in the end I forgot and thought I had already posted it.It wasn't until I came here to read the previous foreshadowing that I realized that I couldn't help it.But after copying something else, I plan to rewrite it.

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