Xianzun becomes a showman as soon as he loses his memory

Qiu Chenzhi held his forehead, and staggered slightly.

He brought his fingertips closer to his eyes and looked carefully, and sure enough, he found a thin scar on his index finger, and a drop of dark red blood was oozing from the scar.

Just now, he saw that the fragments in the paper ball looked familiar, so he cautiously reached out to touch them. Unexpectedly, when his fingertips just touched the fragments, the sharp fragments cut his fingertips at once.

Countless magic weapons could not hurt his body, but this inconspicuous little fragment was soaked in his blood with just a light touch.

At that time, he only felt a pain in his fingertips, and he withdrew his hand like a conditioned reflex.

But before it was too late, the moment he withdrew his hand, that small fragment instantly melted into a clear drop of cold water, which melted into his body along the wound on his fingertips.

The icy cold instantly numbed his knuckles, and he could even clearly feel the chilling air spreading from his fingertips and cruising all the way to his heart.

His heart ached from the cold.

Qiu Chen's eyes trembled, not daring to be careless, he hurriedly tore open the front of his chest, and saw the scar on his jade-colored chest that had already healed, gradually spreading from the light color and deepening. .

The scar on his heart was obviously more bloody red, and it was particularly conspicuous on his fair chest.

On the contrary, the fresh wound on his fingertip healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, but in the blink of an eye, the wound was so small that it was hardly noticeable.

Qiu Chenzhi looked down at the scar on his heart, his clear eyes gradually sank.

Cold, really cold.

The chill emanating from his heart engulfed his whole body almost in an instant, so cold that even the blood on his lips faded a little.

The tiny fragment that merged into his body must have penetrated into his heart, almost as if he couldn't wait long ago, and joined together with another small thing in his heart.

For some reason, he always seemed to feel in a trance that there was another fragment hidden in his heart.

Is this why the scars on his heart can't disappear for a long time?

Qiu Chenzhi moved his numb fingers, put his clothes back together tremblingly, stretched out his hands in a daze, grabbed a few things from the small box, put them in his arms, got up staggeringly and walked away.

It was dim in front of his eyes, as if with the integration of that small fragment, countless broken information forcibly broke into his brain, turning his mind into a mess.

Qiu Chenzhi had no choice but to stop, and gasped for breath by pinching his eyebrows.

After he raised his eyes again, he was a little surprised to find that the place where he was now was exactly the corner where he found the broken bronze mirror before.

At that time, the owner of the cave covered his eyes and didn't want him to check the bronze mirror, but now the wall where the bronze mirror was originally hung was empty, and it really had been taken away by the man in black.

He stretched out his hand to caress the pale wall thoughtfully, a thoughtful flash of light flashed in his eyes.

At this moment, a few light footsteps sounded outside the hall, and a clear voice of a young man also hesitantly came: "Elder... are you here?"

Bai Ziyu's voice.

Qiu Chenzhi caressed the wall, without turning his head, he just replied slowly: "Yes."

There was the sound of "dong dong dong" footsteps in the corridor, and soon, the cheerful figure of the young man broke into his eyes.

When the little golden retriever saw him, he chattered happily: "Elder, so you are really here, just now everyone didn't see you after waking up from meditation, so I wonder if you were invited by the master of illusion to sit in the cave for a while. "

"It's just that we were not sure at the time, and we were embarrassed to break into other people's caves without permission, so we called out tentatively outside the temple, you are indeed here, but what about the lord of the illusion?" ..."

Qiu Chenzhi turned his head and glanced at him lightly.

The little golden retriever fell silent immediately, looked at him anxiously, and said hesitantly: "Elder, why do you look so bad..."

Even in the darkness, he could clearly see that Qiu Chenzhi's complexion was pale and bloodless, almost transparent.

Qiu Chen Zhi Mie didn't answer his question, but turned around and walked outside the hall, and said lightly: "Let's go!"

Bai Ziyu blinked and followed behind him hesitantly.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but he always feels that his parents are old... as if the temperament around him is slightly different from before.

A little more alienated and indifferent than before.

Qiu Chenzhi slowly walked out of this quiet fairy cave, and a group of people waiting quietly outside the hall immediately surrounded him, each looking at him with admiration.

Mo Han took the chalcedony sent by other juniors and younger sisters, and he healed his injuries in meditation, made up for his lack of dantian, and even broke through his stagnant realm for a long time.

Those chalcedony are worthy of being the spiritual treasures grown in the little illusion mirror. The spiritual power contained in them even helped him break through the peak of the Nascent Soul stage in one fell swoop. In order to directly rise to a realm.

After he gets out of the little illusion mirror, he can stabilize his cultivation and state of mind, and in time, he will be able to quickly rise to the stage of refining the void.

And his junior brother Bai Ziyu, who was only sixteen or seventeen years old, also had a lot of accumulation, and after taking Lingbao, he was directly promoted from the foundation building stage to the peak golden core stage.

Especially the new Palace Master of Xihua Palace, Chu Yun, after drinking the chalcedony from the gourd, he broke through the peak of the Void Refinement stage, and his cultivation directly jumped to the middle stage of Fusion, which is simply an unprecedented speed in the cultivation world.

As for the disciples of Wanshufang and Daneng Temple, although they didn't get the Lingbao chalcedony, and their cultivation level didn't make a leap, they were all saved by Qiu Chenzhi. At this time, they all looked at it eagerly Come here, with nowhere to put your hands and feet excitedly.

But Mo Han, who usually spends more time with Qiu Chenzhi, noticed his paler face than usual at a glance, and suddenly raised his heart, and leaned in front of him worriedly, and habitually reached out his hand to buckle. hold his wrist.

"What's wrong with Chen Zhi?"

he asked concerned.

But this time, facing his outstretched hand, Qiu Chenzhi couldn't help lowering his eyes, moved his wrist slightly, and quietly avoided it.

"I'm fine," he replied.

Unexpectedly, the palm was empty, Mo Han was stunned for a moment, his face showed a little bit of bewilderment, the outstretched palm stayed in place for a long time, and then he slowly retracted it.

He has always believed that Qiu Chenzhi has the purest sword intent in the world, but as a fairy, he has a heart that is almost human.

Some care and concern were buried under the cold and indifferent expression, and revealed inadvertently.

But just at that moment, he felt in a trance that the person in front of him was really like a cold and ruthless sword, no longer showing any human emotions.

He has always loved swords like crazy, but for some reason, at that moment just now, he didn't feel the joy and fighting spirit in his heart, but instead felt a bit empty and frustrated.

Fortunately, that feeling is only fleeting.

The next moment, Qiu Chenzhi frowned slightly, as if he had a headache, pinched his fingers between his brows, and his footsteps were a little floating.

Bai Ziyu, who had been following behind him, was shocked instantly, and hurried forward, reaching out to support him: "Elder, are you really alright?"

Qiu Chenzhi slightly raised his hand, stopped Bai Ziyu's anxious movements, and said, "It's all right, but I'm just a little tired."

He raised his eyes, and the looming coldness and alienation just now finally dissipated, and there was a bit of clarity and gentleness that belonged to humans again in his eyes.

The Taixu disciples on the side all showed a little surprised expression when they heard the words.

In their hearts, Elder Ke Qing, who has always been awe-inspiring and inviolable like a god, would feel tired like a mortal?

Mo Han stood in front of the disciples, looking at the pale-faced Qiu Chenzhi, with some hesitation in his expression, his lips twitched, as if he wanted to say something more.

But one of Qiu Chen waved his hand, interrupting what everyone wanted to say.

"Now that the crisis of the Little Illusion Mirror is over, you, as disciples who escaped by chance, hurry up and find your masters, lest your respective masters worry."

He said this to Wanshufang and Daneng Temple.

The disciples of these two sects were really moved, thinking of their respective masters and fellow sects, and thinking about the unfathomable strength of the Lord of Illusions, the two senior brothers Yan Qing and Zhi Yuan did not dare to attack the fairy cave. idea.

After the two of them solemnly thanked Qiu Chenzhi, they immediately took their few remaining juniors and headed towards the entrance of the small illusion.

Qiu Chenzhi hoped to look at the disciples of the Taixu Sect in front of him.

He silently counted the number of disciples, and finally sighed quietly: "I originally wanted to bring back a lot of you, but I didn't expect to fail to fulfill my promise after all."

Mo Han also looked at the juniors and juniors behind him, his eyes dimmed a bit, he shook his head a little heavy and said: "Why should Chen Zhi blame himself, the little magic mirror is an experience, and all sects have always been damaged in it." Young disciple."

"Especially now that we have encountered such a major event as the invasion of demon cultivators, I am afraid that there are not many disciples left in other sects who have come to practice, but under your protection, my Taixu sect has survived so many disciples, Chen Zhi Why do you have to put the responsibility on yourself?"

"Especially, I, as a master of the school, should be the one who protects them the most." Mo Han's eyes dimmed a little, and he continued to feel sad: "Those brothers and sisters also died in front of me. As far as my ineptitude."

Seeing his rare emotional outpouring, Qiu Chenzhi stopped worrying about this sad matter, just waved his hand and said: "Forget it, don't say any more, you and the rest of your brothers and sisters, go to the entrance of the little magic mirror and wait!"

"It is impossible for the Taixu sect not to know about such a big demon cultivator invasion. At this time, all sects must have already sent their parents and elder disciples to support Xiao Huanjing, and the master Tianqing will definitely come. We're almost at the border of Cangbei, you go and greet me."

Hearing this, Bai Ziyu couldn't help asking: "Elder, how do you know that the little magic mirror is safe and sound? Could it be that, that... the master of the illusion told you this news?"

But Qiu Chenzhi didn't answer, just said: "Okay, you guys go to meet him."

Everyone was curious, but they didn't dare to ask any more questions. They just saluted their elders together, and then went to the entrance of the small illusion mirror under the leadership of Mo Han.

Looking at the backs of a group of young people gradually leaving, Qiu Chenzhi lowered his eyes, flicked his sleeves, and found a place to sit down on the white jade steps in front of the fairy cave, without any scruples about his aloofness and indifference in the past image of.

There was no way, he still felt a throbbing pain in his heart, his mind was still in a mess, and his eyes were a little dim and hard to distinguish.

He looked sideways at the empty place, and whispered: "I'm really curious, who are you?"

The breeze brushed the fallen leaves on the steps, but there was no sound.

He didn't care, just retracted his gaze, and called out again according to the increasingly clear familiarity in his mind: "Xiao Jiu."

An invisible ripple spread beside him, like water waves swaying, and a black figure stepped out from the ripple.

"Your face looks very bad."

This was the first sentence Ming Jiuyuan said after meeting him.

Qiu Chenzhi hooked the corners of his mouth slightly, and a very faint smile faded from his lips, and said: "No matter how pale my complexion is, can it still compare to yours?"

"Then aren't you also a Mingzu who hasn't seen the sun for a long time?"

Ming Jiuyuan frowned unhappy, leaned over in front of the steps where he was sitting, and reached out to caress the corner of his bloodless lips.

Qiu Chenzhi tilted his head slightly, avoiding his probing fingers.

The cold fingertips just brushed against his smooth chin, Ming Jiuyuan couldn't help being taken aback, but his fingers trembled, as if hesitating whether to change direction, and then landed on the pale and slender neck of the person in front of him.

But in the end, he still put his palm on Qiu Chenzhi's shoulder slowly.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the familiar temperature under his palm, and asked, "Did you remember anything?"

Qiu Chenzhi nodded his eyebrows, and said in a cold voice: "It seems that I remembered something, but it seems that I didn't remember anything."

"I tried my best, but I could only find a few fragments of memory in my mind."

Ming Jiuyuan brought up the tone that he had let loose just now, his dark eyes looked nervously at his clear eyes, and after a long silence, he asked awkwardly: "What do you think of?"

Looking at his tense expression, Qiu Chenzhi said thoughtfully: "What's the matter with your appearance that seems to be afraid that I will remember it, but also afraid that I won't remember it?"

Ming Jiuyuan: "..."

"No, I don't have one." He immediately denied it, "Absolutely not!"

He was just a little afraid...afraid that the person in front of him would really regain his memory and gradually return to that indifferent and supercilious attitude again.

Sometimes he could barely feel the existence of the person he was familiar with, as if the immortal who hadn't seen him for 700 years left only an empty shell, and there was no vitality in his eyes as a living being.

He wondered several times whether there would be a day in the future when Qiu Chenzhi would be like the previous Immortal Venerable, and one day he would suddenly join the Dao with his body.

Thinking of this, his fingers on Qiu Chenzhi's shoulder couldn't help twitching a few times.

Sensing the tense emotions of the people around him, Qiu Chenzhi lowered his eyes, searched in his extremely limited broken memories, pondered for a long time, and then asked: "You...why did you bring me here? ?”

Ming Jiuyuan gripped the palm of his shoulder tighter, and said: "I just thought, this place was built by you and me, I don't know what's wrong with your memory now, but if you see these familiar things, I can’t say what I’m going to remember.”

Does this Immortal Cave Mansion and Little Magic Mirror have its own share?

Qiu Chenzhi thought to himself, if the person in front of him didn't speak, it means that he and this person are indeed old, and the previous relationship is not ordinary, then it means...

and many more!

He suddenly thought of one thing.

If he is also responsible for the arrangement of the little phantom mirror, then which monsters he has seen in the phantom before...

Why did he make so many monsters that ruined his childhood?Brain cramps?

And how about the kid who grew up here?Mental health is okay, right?

He looked at the little phantom mirrors around the cave in shock, and after a long while, he forced out a sentence to Ming Jiuyuan: "Before...you...I..."

Why did you stop me a little while making it?

Ming Jiuyuan looked at Qiu Chenzhi who was suddenly emotional, and blinked blankly.

Looking at his expression, Qiu Chenzhi couldn't help but swallowed back what he wanted to say, but said dumbfoundedly: "...Forget it, anyway, you don't know anything."

He didn't know what Paige was and what SpongeBob SquarePants were, so why did he stop him from creating those monsters?

But unexpectedly, his words seemed to suddenly hit Ming Jiuyuan's wound. Immediately, he felt the hand on his shoulder tremble, and then clenched him tightly.

Ming Jiuyuan's eyes darkened in an instant, and he said bitterly, almost in a tone of gritted teeth: "Yes, I don't know anything."

"Then why you never want to tell me?"

Before he could react in time, he saw the hand on his shoulder grabbed his skirt and dragged him to Ming Jiuyuan.

The distance between the two was shortened in an instant, and he could almost feel a few strands of black and smooth black hair brushing against his cheeks, and a voice that suppressed his anger rang in his ears.

"Qiu Chenzhi! You, you... never told me..."

The original tough words, followed by this sentence, became silent again.

After a while, Ming Jiuyuan's muffled voice rang in his ears: "Then tell me this time, how much did you remember and what did you think..."

Qiu Chenzhi paused, coughed lightly, and just about to speak, the person in front of him yelled again vigilantly.

"Don't hide anything from me."

Qiu Chenzhi: "..."

Okay, okay, you (hair) are beautiful, and everything you say is right!

He pursed the corners of his mouth, picked through the fragments of his few memories, and tentatively said: "In the picture in my mind, I saw a little boy with black hair, rebellious, pale, and black hair."

The point is to have dark hair.

Hearing this, Ming Jiuyuan's eyes brightened a little, and he slowly approached him again.

Qiu Chenzhi glanced at his usual black hair, and then said: "Then that boy with a face that looks like he was looking at me, with a hint of surprise on his face, and then he said..."

"You're not dead yet?"

He looked at the person in front of him, and repeated this sentence over and over again as if playing around: "You're not dead yet?"

"Then why did the second kid say that?"

When Ming Jiuyuan heard this, his whole body froze immediately, as if he had thought of something, his face became embarrassed, and after a long silence, he just said: "That's the first sentence I said to you."

"The first time I saw you when I was a child was in the Underworld."

The greatest talent of the Nadir people is that they can directly see through the souls of others.

As long as the cultivation base is not too much stronger than oneself, anyone's soul will have nothing to hide in the eyes of these underworld creatures.

Among the six realms, most of the creatures in the other five realms use their eyes to distinguish the appearance of others, and only the people of Hades know each other based on the differences in the souls of each person.

Qiu Chenzhi was born in the mortal world, but was carried to the fairy world by the immortal Taixu who came down from the mortal world. However, he was afraid that others would covet the heir he had identified, so he hid him for more than a hundred years.

And the hiding place he chose for Qiu Chenzhi was the Underworld, which had always been isolated from the outside world.

Back then, Qiu Chenzhi was a few years old when he grew up in the underworld, and it happened to be the time when he was reading and learning characters. He always liked to sit with a few books in his arms and sit by the river Styx to read silently every day.

Unexpectedly, one day he unexpectedly met a little boy of his age by the Styx River.

The little guy was wearing a black robe of the Nadir people, his eyes were as bright as stars in the sky, and he had a haughty and proud face, dragging a big knife longer than his head with difficulty, walking back and forth on the bank .

This middle school boy is showing off his mighty force to other peers.

But when Qiu Chenzhi was harassed impatiently and raised his head to look at him, the little fellow suddenly saw his face, and was so surprised that he blurted out: "Why aren't you dead yet?"

He saw Qiu Chenzhi's soul.

Everyone has three souls and seven souls, but a person whose soul is torn, incomplete, and half of the three souls and seven souls are abruptly lost, how can he survive? Why hasn't his soul returned to the Styx?

Qiu Chenzhi when he was young, even though he looked pretty and cute to ordinary people, he looked like a monster to all Mingzu people, he didn't dare to be approached by others, so he could only live alone by the Ming River superior.

When Qiu Chenzhi heard this, he couldn't help blinking his eyes curiously, and then asked, "And then?"

When Ming Jiuyuan met for the first time when he was a child, he said such a sentence. What happened afterwards?

When Ming Jiuyuan, who had already grown up, said this, he couldn't help curling his lips quietly, and said in a low voice: "Then we won't know each other anymore, and it will be like this after that!"

Qiu Chenzhi refused to let go and said: "If you don't fight, you won't know each other?"

What about the process?

Annoyed by being questioned, Ming Jiuyuan gritted his teeth in displeasure, and said unwillingly: "After I finished that sentence, you threw away the book in your hand and jumped on it. There was a fight..."

In the end, Qiu Chenzhi rubbed him on the ground when he was a child, and warned him that if he dared to open his mouth again and curse him to death, he would put his head into the Styx next time.

Thinking of this, he almost wanted to cover his face.

After the incident, the little Ming Jiuyuan almost cried and ran home, complained to his mother who was the previous Mingzun, and then found that his mother knew about Qiu Chenzhi's existence, and was willing to sell Taixu Xianzun's face, acquiescing to Qiu Chenzhi Existence in the underworld.

At this point, the relationship between the two was concluded.

After listening to the whole process of the two getting acquainted, Qiu Chenzhi: "..."

What the hell?