Traveling Through the Grave Robbers' Chronicles: Starting from Meeting You

As for the red potion in the teacup, it is indeed as Qingsong said. After drinking it, it can make people lose their memory.

But what was lost was not the memory about the Zhang family, but all the memories that had nothing to do with the Zhang family.

For example, his origins, his past, his friends, everything he regarded as the most important would all disappear from his mind after he drank a glass of potion.

"Qi Ling, don't you want to leave the Zhang family? If so, then what are you hesitating about now?"

Faced with Qingsong's urging, Zhang Qiling frowned impatiently.

He turned his head to look at the potion in the teacup again, reached out to take it from Xiliu's hand, and tightly pinched the thin wall of the cup with his fingers.

When he stared at the cup of potion, for some reason, he always felt a strong and uneasy feeling in his heart.

This feeling almost filled his heart, making him restless and irritable.

Zhang Qiling hesitated for a moment, but finally, under the expectant gazes of the elders, he slowly raised his hand and brought the teacup to his lips.

The elders couldn't help but hold their breath as he moved, not daring to make a sound of nervousness.

At the moment when the red potion in the teacup stained Zhang Qiling's red lips, a flying sword hit the teacup.

The moment the teacup fell to the ground, the celadon teacup shattered, and the red potion spilled all over the ground. The deep red color fell on the white snow, like a red plum blossom blooming in an instant.

"Bro!"

Zhang Hanyan jumped from the door to Zhang Qiling's side in a few jumps, using her body as a wall to block him.

All the elders were caught off guard by this sudden change, especially Qingsong, whose scarred face looked as terrifying as a ghost.

"Zhang Hanyan! You are so brave! Do you know how precious the potion you just dropped is? It is so rare! Do you admit your guilt?"

Qingsong shouted at the top of his crow-like voice. At this moment, he was so angry that his face turned from red to dark purple.

Zhang Qiling looked at her worriedly and happened to meet her smiling eyes.

"Han Yan, they are angry, leave quickly!"

Zhang Hanyan patted his shoulder comfortingly and gave him a sunny smile.

"It's okay. They were the ones who plotted against you first. I'm lucky enough to have troubled them. How dare these old guys get angry?"

The moment she turned her head to look at the elders who were about to jump in anger, there was no longer the smile in her bright dark eyes that she had when she looked at Zhang Qiling. Instead, there were only bursts of cold light and bone-chilling chill.

"You old bastards! You tricked him into drinking this potion that can make him lose his memory. You thought that after he forgot everything, you could manipulate him like a puppet!

Now, I have ruined your plan, and your calculations have failed. What do you think? Are you very angry? Do you want to kill me immediately? "

The corner of her mouth curled up into a cold smile, and her eyes seemed to be filled with a layer of ice crystals. She glanced over inadvertently, arrogantly, and there was no warmth at all in her eyes.

Qingsong was successfully irritated by her. He stomped his right foot hard on the ground and rushed straight towards Zhang Hanyan.

Looking at the green pine trees approaching from afar, Zhang Hanyan was not afraid at all. She slowly raised her hand, and the long sword nailed in the wooden door immediately returned to her hand.

Silver swords danced wildly, and Zhang Hanyan stood firmly in front of Zhang Qiling, not moving a single step during the fight with Qingsong.

Everyone could only hear the sound of fighting but could not see how they were fighting. The extremely fast speed of the two men was truly jaw-dropping.

Accompanied by a dull thud, Qingsong almost heard the sound of his own bones breaking.

Without waiting for him to catch his breath, Zhang Hanyan stabbed him with the sword again, and before he could react, the sword had already pierced his chest.

"Second!"

"Second brother!"

The elders cried out in shock, and it was not until the two of them stopped that they could truly see the criss-crossing wounds on Qingsong's body.

His neat silver robe had been torn into strips, and it looked tattered and in a shabby state.

The silver robe was stained with blood. His bony hands were covering his bleeding chest. Blood gradually flowed out from between his fingers, dripping drop by drop onto the white snow.

Zhang Hanyan was different from the seriously injured Qingsong. She was just slightly flushed and breathless, but there were no wounds on her body.

In the fight with Qingsong, she injured him all over his body and left him on the verge of death, but Qingsong was unable to hurt him at all.

Humph, so what if you have lived for hundreds of years? For me, a sword immortal who has lived for thousands of years, it would be like playing to beat you!

"Second elder? Haha... So you are the second elder of the Zhang family who hasn't appeared in ten years? I heard that you were practicing martial arts in seclusion, but now it seems that you are not that good..."

Qingsong, who was supported by the elders, looked at Zhang Hanyan with anger on his face who was mocking him. At this moment, he really wanted to eat her flesh and drink her blood.

She was tortured to death, her bones were crushed and her ashes were scattered, and then her soul was sealed using the Zhang family's secret method, so that she could never be reincarnated again for the rest of her life.

Zhang Qiling saw the resentment in Qingsong's eyes. He gently pulled Zhang Hanyan to his side and stood side by side with her.

Today, he did not bring a knife, but if these elders wanted to do anything to Zhang Hanyan, he would take her away from here safely even with his bare hands.

"Hanyan, don't be afraid... I'll take you away in a while!"

Zhang Hanyan looked back in response and met his gaze unexpectedly. His bright eyes were full of his unwavering determination to protect her.

She smiled openly with her lips curved, her smile bright and charming.

"Okay, I'm not afraid! Let's go together!"

Zhang Qiling looked at her, the corners of his thin lips slightly raised, and a rare gentle look appeared on his face.

"Okay, let's go together!"

Xi Liu retreated to the corner to avoid being implicated, and looked at them, and suddenly felt that his decision was extremely correct.

Last night, he overheard outside the Third Elder's room all the elders' conspiracy to deceive Zhang Qiling.

He went back to his room and told Zhang Mo everything, asking him to find a chance to leave the Council of Elders today and tell Zhang Hanyan everything, asking her to save Zhang Qiling.

In order for the elders to seal off the Elders' House, Zhang Mo could not leave the Elders' House in case of an emergency.

He had replaced the red potion in the teacup with well water mixed with red flower petal juice. Even if Zhang Hanyan had not come, Zhang Qiling would not be in danger.

Xi Liu didn't know why he did this, even though he knew how serious the consequences would be if he was discovered.

He only knew that he simply didn't want Zhang Hanyan and Zhang Qiling to get hurt.

Even though they might never know what he had done for them, he would never regret what he had done.

The seriously injured Qingsong looked at the two of them and felt furious. The burning rage seemed to devour his remaining sanity.

"Catch them both! No matter what method you use, just leave them alive!"

The third elder looked at the two people with a conflicted look. He remembered Zhang Yecheng's instructions before he left, and wondered whether he should do something treacherous for Qingsong.