Xianzun becomes a showman as soon as he loses his memory

"cat?"

Ming Jiuyuan moved his eyes down, looking at the blade of the sword with a faint cold light.

He moved his eyes from the blade of the sword to the red line on his wrist, and immediately understood that instead of retreating, he advanced, and his fragile throat was a little closer to the thin sword edge.

Qiu Chenzhi stared at him with condensed eyes, the hand holding the sword was as steady as a rock, and the cold blade was tightly attached to the skin of his neck.

There was no fear on Ming Jiuyuan's face, as if he didn't care about the fatal threat to his own vitals, he let the sword edge stick to the side of his neck and slowly slid across, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of Qiu Chenzhi.

He lowered his voice slightly, and said with a deep smile, "Are you sure that's your cat?"

Stretching out his pale arm, he showed the red thread he tied at night to Qiu Chen's eyes: "Maybe that is my cat after all?"

His cat...

Qiu Chenzhi couldn't help frowning when he heard this, and suddenly remembered that when he was at the foot of Taixumen Mountain, Mo Han once told himself that he was awakened by a passerby with black hair and white skin when he was half awake.

The passer-by was also wearing a black robe, and he used his spiritual sense to break into Mo Han's mind to search for his memory, and a blood-red rope was tied around his pale wrist.

After that, Xiao Hei suddenly appeared, with the same red rope tied around his neck, and jumped into his arms actively.

in this case……

He opened his eyes slightly, and looked at Ming Jiuyuan in front of him in surprise.

Is Xiao Hei really his cat?

It's embarrassing, the cat I licked belonged to someone else's house, and now the owner has come to find it, and I'm still being beaten by him with a sword.

Of course, the most important thing is that the owner took the cat away... Qiu Chenzhi thought sadly.

Take, cat, take, go, gone.

These words really hurt my heart when I think of them.

At this time, Ming Jiuyuan was lowering his eyes, and two pale and slender fingers were resting on the blade of the sword, and with a somewhat nostalgic strength, they stroked the cold front that was shining with cold light.

The blade of the sword is very sharp, and it has hurt countless people, but under his fingertips, the killing intent disappeared, as familiar as his own flesh and blood.

He still clearly remembers the excitement he felt when he got the long sword for the first time. On the darkened hilt, there was still his surname engraved by himself at that time.

Now, this sword is held in Chen Zhi's hand...

When Ming Jiuyuan stroked the familiar weapon, Qiu Chenzhi suddenly retracted the sword and hid the cold blade in his waist again, then looked at him silently, with an expression as if he was deep in thought.

The familiar touch under his finger suddenly disappeared, Ming Jiuyuan couldn't help rubbing his fingertips regretfully, looked up at him again, the corners of his mouth seemed to twitch, and said, "Do you want to see the cat again?"

Qiu Chenzhi raised his eyes: "Huh?"

He repeated it patiently, with a rare coaxing tone in his tone: "That black cat, don't you want to see it again? You don't want to know how it is doing with me?"

Seeing his coaxing and deceitful posture, Qiu Chenzhi became alert instantly, and frowned: "What do you mean?"

Ming Jiuyuan looked at him quietly, without much emotion in his black eyes, and after a while, he stretched out his hand to him.

"How about going to the depths of the illusion with me?" He tentatively invited: "The black cat is in the deep cave. place,"

After finishing speaking, he glanced indifferently at the tense Taixu disciples around him.

"If you are willing to go with me, why do these mortals need to search around in the outer layer of the illusion? Naturally, they will be able to obtain many spiritual things that people will never get in their lifetime."

As long as you are willing to go back with me.

He thought silently.

It can be seen that he made such a request, but Qiu Chenzhi's expression was even more strange, and his vigilance had already been raised to the highest level.

He asked warily, "Why are you so generous, and what is your purpose?"

There are never pies in the sky, only traps.

In the dangerous place of Little Illusion, a person suddenly appeared and said that he wanted to take you and pretend to take you to fly, either to cheat money and sex or to kill you, and he didn't think about anything else.

He looked at Ming Jiuyuan's thief's paw stretching out towards him, and couldn't help but ponder whether he should chop it off directly, or wait until he asked him to find out the whereabouts of the black cat before chopping it up.

Ming Jiuyuan was still holding out his hand persistently, stubbornly waiting for his answer.

However, Qiu Chenzhi's pensive appearance at this time has another meaning in the eyes of others.

"Elder Qiu think twice, don't trust this person lightly!"

Chu Yun, who had been secretly on the sidelines all this time, couldn't help but misunderstand when he saw his silent expression, thinking that he was about to agree to Ming Jiuyuan, and couldn't hold back any longer, lest he would be easily deceived, so he couldn't help but blurt out .

"Although I am a junior with poor strength, after all, I visited the Little Illusion Mirror many times with my mother when I was young, but I have never seen such an illusion master."

In desperation, Chu Yun jumped between Qiu Chenzhi and Ming Jiuyuan, the long mace slipped into his hand, and stared vigilantly at the man in black in front of him, even his voice could not help but hoarse. for being aggressive.

"There are countless books in Xihua Palace. As the owner of the palace, I have read them countless times, and I have never found a word about the Lord of Illusion from them."

"However, since the little phantom mirror is something that fell from the sky, its original owner must have been an immortal who had already attained enlightenment in the sky, but I don't know what your identity is. Could it be that you are also an immortal who fell into the world?"

He looked up and down the chilling Ming Jiuyuan, and couldn't help but sarcastically said: "Then your appearance is different from the immortals in ordinary people's mouth."

In the eyes of everyone in the cultivation world, the immortals in the legendary fairy world must be like Qiu Chenzhi.

However, Ming Jiuyuan is full of hostility, with sharp eyebrows and eyes, pale and gloomy, and his demeanor is full of death, without a trace of freshness, which makes people feel intimidated.

Where does it look like the fairy in the legend, and where does it look like the little magic mirror master who fell from the fairy world?

Although he could faintly feel Ming Jiuyuan's unfathomable cultivation, Chu Yun still firmly stood in front of Qiu Chen, even his hands holding the mace were trembling faintly, but he still gritted his teeth to persuade the people behind him .

"Elder Qiu, you must not leave with this man who is full of lies."

Ming Jiuyuan stared coldly at the person standing in front of him with a cold expression.

"roll."

he said.

Qiu Chenzhi, who was blocked behind, was startled when he heard this, and immediately took a step forward, grabbed Chu Yun's shoulder in front of him, and pushed him to the side with a skillful force.

Chu Yun only felt a force coming from his shoulders, his body couldn't help turning around, and he fell sideways fiercely.

When he turned his head, he saw a black underworld flame silently gushing out, engulfing the two people in place in the blink of an eye.

He was shocked immediately, turned around hastily and wanted to save him, but before he could make a move, the many disciples of Taixu who surrounded him couldn't bear it anymore, they all screamed and drew their swords and rushed towards the boundless sea of ​​flames.

"and many more!"

Just before the leading disciple was about to rush into the sea of ​​flames to save others, Bai Ziyu, who was rushing along with him, suddenly woke up, shouted loudly, and threw his senior brother beside him to the ground.

"Don't go there yet."

Just listen to him shout.

But the little disciple earlier rushed too fast. Although he was stopped, the long sword in his hand was jerked violently, and he let go in an instant. With a clang, half of the blade fell into the black flames, and the other half fell into the black flames. Lying outside the firewall.

The disciple who was thrown down suddenly lost the weapon in his hand, and was in a hurry. He didn't care about complaining about Bai Ziyu who threw him down. He hurriedly got up from the ground and picked up the exposed half of the sword hilt.

As soon as he picked it up, he suddenly realized that the weight in his hand was wrong. Looking down, he saw only half of the shiny sword body was still intact, but the half that accidentally fell into the flames instantly dissipated into ashes, without even a trace. Leave.

The little disciple who had escaped from death immediately turned pale, and his lips trembled uncontrollably.

Even a strong and sharp spiritual weapon can't stand the burning of such a black flame. If he just rushed into the fire in such a stupid way, wouldn't there be no ashes left now?

But if they can't rush into the black flame, what should the elders who are trapped in the cold flame do?Can you defeat the evil god who suddenly appeared?

I don't know what's going on in the sea of ​​fire at this time?

Everyone's expressions changed, and they stared anxiously and desperately at the boundless wall of fire.

Only Bai Ziyu still stayed beside the black flame, looking at the black flame that exuded a cold aura, pinching his eyebrows thoughtfully.

Why is this temperatureless flame so similar to the black flame when the elder drew his sword out of its sheath earlier?

……

While everyone outside the wall of fire was still in trouble, Qiu Chenzhi, who was in the position of Yanxin, was also uncomfortable at this moment.

He was trapped between his arms, and he couldn't break free for a while.

Just now he saw clearly that the person in front of him was really angry, and the palm that hadn't been withdrawn actually ignited black flames out of thin air.

If he hadn't pushed Chu Yun away in time, I'm afraid that kid who was the first to be among them would be turned into ashes.

However, he didn't know whether the person in front of him was intentional or not. Seeing that he stretched out his hand to push Chu Yun away, he still didn't change the direction of his attack, and kept going straight forward.

The hand strangling his wrist was extremely hard, as if he never wanted to let go, and he couldn't break free no matter what.

The palms that were still stained with cold black flames tightly locked his wrists, and those ignited black flames spread instantly, swept along his slender arms, and instantly engulfed the two of them.

He could almost feel those cold little flames across his cheeks, blooming and burning heartily around his lips.

As far as the eye can see, they are already trapped in the boundless dark flames, especially the two people in the center of the deep flames, above the robes, cheeks, temples, temples, and black hair, there is already a layer of gloomy and cold flames faintly burning.

Qiu Chenzhi looked at Ming Jiuyuan through the hazy flame in front of him, and saw him looking back like himself.

This scene, apart from being horrifying, also has a bit of weird beauty.

It was like wrapping the two of them together in flames, isolating all prying eyes from the world.

He didn't feel a bit of pain, and didn't cause any harm, not even a piece of his clothes was destroyed in the flames.

The cold feeling of these flames dancing on his body was so familiar that it almost reminded him of the black flames released from the blade for the first time when he drew his sword in the Taixumen school ground.

Draw a sword?

Suddenly remembering the blade he put away just now, Qiu Chenzhi almost subconsciously used his other free hand to reach for the scabbard at his waist.

It was just now that the man in black seemed not afraid of the sword energy in his hand, so he put the sword back into its sheath, and wondered if he could use the sword to break through the sky-filled flames at this time.

It's just that as soon as he moved, the people around him seemed to see through him, and suddenly stretched out their hands to press his waist, and directly imprisoned his hand that hadn't touched the hilt of the sword again.

At this time, both of Qiu Chenzhi's hands were restrained, his left hand was tightly wrapped around his wrist, and his right hand was firmly pressed against his waist.

It was the first time for him to be in such a restrained situation, and he immediately became alert and raised his eyes to look at the person in front of him.

And Ming Jiuyuan, who was standing in front of him, suddenly saw his clear eyes, couldn't help trembling slightly, and took another step forward without knowing it, his bloodless lips trembled, as if he wanted to say something.

But Qiu Chenzhi made a sudden struggle, and his figure was almost about to get out of trouble.

Ming Jiuyuan is very familiar with him, so he naturally knows that he must not be a character who is ready to catch and sit and wait to die. Knowing what he will do next, he rushes forward in an instant, spreading his arms desperately, completely enclosing the person in front of him in the arms.

Even though Qiu Chenzhi had lost his memory, he was still not strong enough to completely suppress the person in front of him with his own strength.

...but he still wanted a hug.

He missed this familiar temperature for 700 years.

Qiu Chenzhi was trapped between the man's arms, and couldn't help frowning. Just as the free arms were about to shake off the man, he heard him sigh softly: "Chenzhi——"

"I'm injured."

A strand of jet-black hair inadvertently brushed across Qiu Chenzhi's side face, as cold as its owner, without any warmth.

It turned out that the person in front of him really seemed to be very weak, he lowered his head slightly and put his forehead on his shoulder.

Qiu Chenzhi was taken aback.

He hesitated and touched the cheek that was brushed by the hair.

This touch...

Why is it so like his chilly black cat?