Fairy King's Handbook

This world of nothingness is Meng Zhen's memory.If the consciousness is trapped somewhere, it can only be searched from the memory to awaken the consciousness.

There is a gorgeous purple charm in front of him. This is Meng Zhen's last memory. Yan Chongming walked back along the memory image, focusing on the memory after Meng Zhen left the Qiankun Formation. No one appeared during the period. Seeing the deer transformed from a tree, it was it that led Meng Zhen out of the Qiankun formation, but Meng Zhen chased after him fiercely and launched an attack, and was then led into the purple charm group.

Repeated inspection, no abnormality.It's just that Yan Chongming's frown became tighter and tighter, because he saw Meng Zhen unhesitatingly pull out his flute, and then cut his wrist, the bone flute blew blood, and the red flowers on the flute killed fiercely, which was the same as their first time. The completely defensive state is completely different when fighting in Jianxuan.

Bones produce flowers, blood and tears become songs.

Yan Chongming has been watching the desperate determination of Meng Zhen in the memory image when he pulled out the morning and evening flute.

The recalled memory cannot stay for too long, so after standing quietly for a while, Yan Chongming pushed aside the image and continued to search forward.

The familiar Cangwu Sea walks together, and meets in the Heavenly Palace.More of a carefree and carefree 14 years that I have never seen before.

The leisurely life of Meng Zhen and Shen Li in the underworld, just watching from the sidelines, makes people feel at ease.There are situations where the master and apprentice often travel to the human world, and when Shen Li was younger, Meng Zhen was in a hurry to take care of the children alone.

Seeing Meng Zhen in the video, in order to coax Shen Li from crying, he did not hesitate to put on all kinds of weird costumes and perform exaggeratedly hard, finally diverted Shen Li's attention and broke his tears into laughter.

Yan Chongming couldn't help laughing, thinking to himself, Meng Zhen really has the potential to be a parent.

The memory of the exchange is only 14 years, and the memory ends at the bank of the Wangchuan River.Meng Zhen, who was covered in water, climbed up from the Wangchuan River with a baby tightly in his arms. The baby was wrapped in his robe and did not get wet.Afterwards, he temporarily lived in Meng Pozhuang and walked in the underworld as the young master.

Yan Chongming looked at the large blank in front of him and was a little stunned. It is not appropriate to say that it is a blank. There seems to be a fault in memory. From this point of view, Meng Zhen has not lost his memory, and it seems that he has severed the previous memory and put it elsewhere.If it is amnesia, then the front should be a chaotic nothingness.

Things were a bit tricky, and Yan Chongming was a little worried for a while. He hadn't seen Meng Zhen's trapped consciousness in the past 14 years. What if it was in that severed memory?That memory is not here, let alone where it was put.

The memory of the fault is very long, and Yan Chongming walked forward aimlessly, thinking about how to find the trapped consciousness.Until Yan Chongming felt that the fault was too long, he simply speeded up and traced back the annual rings.

3000 years!A full 3000 years!

Yan Chongming stood at the exit of the fault, suddenly feeling timid.For a while, my thoughts were disturbed, but I couldn't figure it out.

Since when?

If it is said that Tiangong was the obvious surprise and inquiry when he first met, it was only because Meng Zhen's appearance was similar to the person he saw in the mirror of heaven and earth when he was retreating.

Then on the snow dragon boat that went to Cangwu Sea Ji Wuxing, Meng Zhen also casually commented on the piece he played casually: "Without desires in the heart, it is the autumn sky and the sea. If you sit with a piano book, you will become Shishi Dan." mound."

At that time, his face was calm, but his heart was actually turbulent.

In this world, there will not be two people with completely different appearances and temperaments, but use the same tone and the same words to evaluate the same piece of music, and he has only played that piece of music twice!

Yan Chongming looked at the exit of the fault ahead, and already knew what was there, so he walked over without hesitation.

It was dark in front of my eyes, but it wasn't night, only the faint light from a corner on the top.This is a natural cage with a majestic mountain, the outer layer is reinforced with layers of seals, and the inside is hollowed out to imprison the heinous people.

All the way is wailing and cursing, people from the devil world with hideous faces, but there is also a seal in the mountain, and all the sounds and actions that try to attack and howl are blocked, the more you go in, the more silent it is.

He finally saw the familiar boy in his memory.He looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, and his clothes were no longer glamorous, but the young man didn't care, he sat on the ground casually, and the folding fan he used to hold was discarded. A heavy scratch was engraved on it.Then he looked up at the twilight light on the zenith, and said to himself with a sigh: "It's dawn."

The wall was mottled and full of scratches.More than three years passed quickly, and more than 1000 days and nights were recorded in this way.

The boy stood up, leaned against the wall, looked up at the glimmer of light on the top, and didn't move for a long time, like a stiff statue.

Yan Chongming looked at the young man in front of him through the dim light. His figure was thin, his long hair was disheveled, and he was dressed in a luxurious suit that looked heavy and loose. The eyes of the young man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes were empty now, neither sad nor happy.Sometimes he just looked at the zenith for a whole day, sometimes he sat on the ground without moving for a whole day, and his only movement was to carve marks on the wall with stones.

Meng Zhen's consciousness was trapped here like this, monotonous day after day, without any fluctuations.

Yan Chongming walked over, stood under the twilight, and said the same words as indifferent and alienated as before: "Do you still have any unfulfilled wishes?"

The boy who was standing like a statue looking up at the sky turned around stiffly and looked at the source of the voice.After he was convinced that it was indeed a person in front of him, and he still spoke to him, his eyes that were originally dead seemed to be alive instantly, glowing with a dazzling look.

The young man looked at the person who suddenly appeared in front of him in disbelief. Surprise, timidity, fear, surprise, and guilt in his eyes changed one by one, and finally turned into a faint smile. He said to Yan Chongming in satisfaction and joy: "there is none left."

The voice that had been silent for a long time was hoarse and dry, but Yan Chongming still heard it.

It's just that this time he didn't turn around and leave like in the past, but stood quietly in place.Seeing that he hadn't left, the young man suddenly lowered his head, as if struggling for a long time, finally raised his head to look at Yan Chongming, his eyes were full of timidity and sincerity, as if he had exhausted all his strength, he said in a low voice: "Chong, Brother Chongming, sorry."

A soreness suddenly appeared in my heart, followed by a dense dull pain.At present, Meng Zhen's consciousness has escaped from the confinement and left here, but Yan Chongming still stands still.

When Meng Zhen woke up, he was startled by the situation in front of him. He leaned on Yan Chongming, pressed against his forehead, and smelled his breath.Meng Zhen overreacted and stood up suddenly, but was dazzled for a while, and fell on Yan Chongming again.

"Yan Tiger, I'm really... sorry." Meng Zhen hurriedly explained, stretched out his hand to support Yan Chongming's chest, and tried to stand up. The severe pain from the previous bone constriction hit him, and his arms were so weak that he had to lie on Yan Chongming's body. Very embarrassed.

"Yanshan Jun, I really have no strength, can you help me?"

After a while of silence, Meng Zhen realized that Yan Chongming seemed to be falling into a coma.It's okay, it's okay, Meng Zhen secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but instead became worried.

He remembered that he was the one who strayed into the purple charm flower bushes by mistake, but now Yan Chongming was with him, but he was unconscious.He looked around and found that they were in a hidden cave with Yan Chongming's clothes on them.It was Yanshan Jun who found him and brought him here. Today is the Obon Festival, and ghosts are still walking outside.

Thinking of this, Meng Zhen was really worried. Are there any snakes in this cave?Or some other poison?With Yan Tiger's ability, wouldn't he be so casually unconscious, could it be that Yan Chongming was accidentally bitten by a snake or insect while healed him?Meng Zhen looked at the bandana wrapped around his left wrist, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was right.

But now it was really unfortunate, although he woke up, his body was sore and he couldn't exert any strength.I don't know if it's safe or not here, so how do I get out?

"Yan Tiger, wake up..." Meng Zhen lay on Yan Chongming's body, a little anxious, but he had no choice but to gently push Yan Chongming's body to try to wake him up.

Suddenly he noticed that Yan Chongming's eyelashes trembled, thinking that he was finally waking up, Meng Zhen hurriedly pushed it a few more times, at this moment a pair of arms wrapped around his back, holding him tightly to his chest.

"Yan Tiger?" Meng Zhen pressed his face against Yan Chongming's chest, and could hear his steady and strong heartbeat.He tried calling out.

But there was no movement, Meng Zhen looked up, Yan Chongming's eyes were still closed, he thought that Yan Chongming had some dream in coma, and he habitually grabbed the things around him.

He tried to gently take off Yan Chongming's arm, but the force became tighter and tighter.Meng Zhen had no choice but to lie honestly on Yan Chongming's chest.

Meng Zhen, who had calmed down, felt that it was very comfortable to lie on his stomach like this, and Yan Chongming's body was really warm.

It was not until a long time later that the arms holding him were gently let go.Meng Zhen barely supported his upper body with his right arm, and called out: "Yan Tiger, Yan Tiger, wake up..."

This time Yan Chongming finally opened his eyes, and he said softly, "Meng Zhen, you're awake."

"Yeah, I... I... this..." Seeing Yan Chongming finally woke up, after being overjoyed, he really didn't know how to explain the situation in front of him.

Yan Chongming supported his waist with one hand and propped himself on the ground with the other, and they both sat up at the same time

Meng Zhen murmured: "I, I really can't do anything..." reluctantly explained.

"It's okay." Yan Chongming still supported him, and then asked: "Is there any discomfort?"

Meng Zhen shook his head and said, "No, it's just a little weak." He knew in his heart that it was because he had used Chaomu Wendi when he was chasing the deer before, and it was good to feel weak when his spiritual power was suppressed. situation.

Thinking of the deer, Meng Zhen was suddenly agitated. He grabbed Yan Chongming's arm and said, "That deer! That's the deer! That's the Soul-Breaking Sword Spirit!"

Yan Chongming frowned, seemingly puzzled.Meng Zhen suddenly calmed down from the excitement, only to realize what he had just said to Yan Chongming, and it was too late to take it back.

His face turned pale, and he suddenly let go of Yan Chongming's arm.Everyone in the Three Realms knows that the Broken Soul Sword is the sword of the Demon Lord. It was imprisoned by Yan Chongming and those extremely evil people into the Abyss of Congji 3000 years ago.

Meng Zhen kept his head down and pinched his fingers hard, not knowing what to do.

Yan Chongming didn't speak, his eyes kept looking at the arm that was loosened by Meng Zhen, a little sad.After a long time, he suddenly said: "That deer should not be the Soul Breaker Sword Spirit."

Meng Zhen was only thinking about how to explain the slip of the tongue just now, but he didn't notice the loopholes in Yan Chongming's words. He was supposed to be the only one who saw the deer, and Yan Chongming had never seen it.

"Stop pinching." Yan Chongming sighed, took Meng Zhen's hand, opened his fingers, and gathered his spiritual power to repair those pinch marks bit by bit.

"Yan Tiger, I, I..." Meng Zhen was held back by his hand, and wanted to shrink back, but Yan Chongming did not let go.Meng Zhen wanted to explain to Yan Chongming what he said just now, explaining why he knew about the sword spirit, including that he also stayed in Congjizhiyuan.But he was a little timid and afraid in his heart, and he didn't think about what he was afraid of.

"If you don't want to say, I won't ask." Yan Chongming said softly.

"Yan Tiger, I, it's not that I don't want to say..." I didn't know what to say for a while, Meng Zhen looked at Yan Chongming anxiously.

"Meng Zhen." Yan Chongming held his hand, looked him in the eyes, and said seriously: "You can say it whenever you want, or it doesn't matter if you don't. In front of me, you don't have to feel embarrassed at all."

His eyes were sincere and inclusive, which suddenly made Meng Zhen feel at ease.