Dressed as the cousin of the retired white lotus

noob?

Jiang Jin wondered, is he calling me?Who is the little boy in front of him?

This little boy is about eight or nine years old, with an immature face and a pair of clear big eyes, appearing innocent.

Looking at the scars on the little white deer, he felt anxious and blamed himself, and said guiltily: "I shouldn't have brought you out privately, causing you to be injured in danger."

The little boy looked around again, listening to the movements around him, afraid that there might be other spirit beasts in ambush, and said to the white deer: "You are bleeding, and the smell is easy to attract fierce beasts. It is not suitable to stay here for a long time, Xiaobai, please bear with me. I will take you to find a cave and heal your wounds."

After saying that, he first fed a pill to the white deer to stop the bleeding, then took out some white cloths, tied the white deer behind him, and left quickly.

Turning back from time to time, beware of fierce beasts following.

Jiang Jin was carried behind his back, and his mind became more and more confused - if it was a dream, he should be the vision of others, why did he enter the consciousness of a spirit beast?And any pain and touch are so real.

If it wasn't a dream, where did he end up?

This forest, this little boy, was completely unfamiliar to him.

I feel a little regretful in my heart, I seem to have overplayed it this time, I should have listened to Uncle Bai if I knew it earlier, and I shouldn't touch it randomly.

Jiang Jin looked at his pair of pure white hooves in front of him, white?A thought suddenly flashed in his mind—could it be... This white deer was when Uncle Bai was young?A little dream beast?

Then, is this place Uncle Bai's dream?It may even be Uncle Bai's memory...

If this calculation is true, the identity of the little boy in front of him will naturally be clear, and it is very likely that he is Ling Daozi when he was young, Jiangjin's master.

Jiang Jin suddenly felt guilty for spying on other people's privacy. He wanted to leave but didn't know how to do so, so he could only continue nervously.

When the little boy found a hidden cave, it was almost dark, he used Taoism to block the smell, took out a treasure, and set up a formation at the entrance of the cave, before he began to heal the white deer.

"Xiaobai, don't be afraid, you haven't hurt your inner abdomen, and you will feel much better after I transfer some spiritual power to you."

Most of the boy's spiritual power was already consumed when he chopped off one of the stone bear's arms with swordsmanship. Now that he has to resist giving the white deer his spiritual power, it will naturally empty out his spiritual field, so the boy's back is constantly leaking. He was sweating coldly, with a look of pain on his face.

But I have to stubbornly endure it, unwilling to stop.

The wound on Bailu's body was healing visibly with the naked eye, and the little boy was finally overwhelmed, and fell asleep from exhaustion.

At this time, although Jiang Jin's consciousness was in Bai Lu's body, he couldn't control Bai Lu's behavior at all. Everything seemed to be established. Jiang Jin just followed Bai Lu's track and experienced it again.

In this way, Jiang Jin was even more convinced that this was Uncle Bai's memory.

The next day, the sunlight penetrated through the gap in the cave and shone brightly on Bailu's eyes. Jiang Jin woke up with Bailu's consciousness.

The little boy at the side was still sleeping peacefully, and the blood had returned to his face.

The white deer approached and lightly licked the boy's face, which was itchy and slippery. The boy woke up and stretched himself, feeling much better already.

He grinned innocently, sat up, touched the white deer forehead to forehead, and said: "Yesterday I was really frightened. I didn't expect that the stone bears were actually a pair. The female bear intentionally lured me away." Open, the real purpose is to attack you... It seems that this trace of ancient blood in your body is much more valuable than mine, and it is easy to provoke fierce beasts. I will not dare to secretly bring you out again in the future. You won't forgive me so easily."

Bailu shook his head, expressing his reluctance, and continued to rub against the boy.

Obviously, Bailu is a playful person, how could he be willing to be locked in the walled courtyard every day.

The little boy touched the white deer and said: "It's useless even if you act coquettishly, if it wasn't for Yan Yun, who brought his godfather, to come out this time, under the dangerous situation yesterday, I wouldn't be able to break Shi Xiong's arm quickly... Furthermore, if that stone bear sees through my scheme and realizes that I can no longer drive the sword, you and I will have to pay for our lives."

Bailu bowed his head, as if he had made a mistake.

Seeing Bailu's lost look, the little boy comforted him again: "Xiaobai, being weak is only temporary, just wait for me to go back and practice hard, and one day I will be able to protect you forever, then we can go wherever we want. Land, happy and happy."

Bai Lu was very pleased with these words, his eyes were full of brilliance, and he nodded.

The little boy touched the white deer and taught, "However, Xiaobai, you have to work harder. You have a blood lineage, and it is easier to cultivate a human form than other spirit beasts. You must not slack off and let down your talent."

But Bailu got up, bounced and went to another place, pretending not to hear.

Very playful.

At this time, Jiang Jin has already concluded that the little white deer is Uncle Bai, and the little boy is Ling Daozi, which just confirms Ling Daozi's sentence before his death, "I have cultivated with him for a thousand years."

At that time, Yan Yun's sword was still in Lian Yunzong's hands.

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At this time, Jiang Jin felt dizzy for a while, his eyes went dark, and the words Ling Daozi and Bai Lu kept ringing in his ears, "I will protect you for the rest of my life...you can go wherever you want, go to heaven and enter the earth...".

He thought that this memory was over and he could finally get away, and he was overjoyed.

Unexpectedly, when he opened his eyes again, the scene was just changed, but Jiang Jin's consciousness was still attached to Bai Lu's body.

Jiang Jin took a closer look at his surroundings, and saw that it was in a very spacious room, filled with various kinds of spiritual weapons and magic weapons, full of spiritual energy, obviously it was a place for cultivation.

Jiang Jin felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity, but couldn't remember where it was.

It wasn't until he saw the South Geese with wings engraved on the two stone gates that he realized, isn't this the Yun Pavilion?

It's just that, thousands of years ago, there were all kinds of magic weapons and spiritual weapons in the Yun Pavilion, but after a thousand years, there was only one empty house left in the Yun Pavilion.

The difference between prosperity and decline.

In this memory, there are still only Uncle Bai and Daozi Ling.

Ling Daozi has grown up at this time, about 20 years old, with a dignified appearance, the same features as the boy in the fire lotus that Jiang Jin saw, only a little more mature.

He was sitting on the steps at this time, a large plate of grapes was placed on the stone table in front of him, full of water.

Ling Daozi carefully peeled the skin of the grapes, but he was patient. After finally peeling one, he didn't eat it himself, but threw it forward in an arc.

Bailu was sitting on a piece of white jade to practice, he opened his mouth, and the peeled grape fell into his mouth.

"Hurry up, it's not enough to eat." Bailu Chuanling said.

It is already in the Nascent Soul Realm, and has the method of sound transmission.

Ling Daozi sighed softly, and complained: "Xiaobai, tell me, you are not only too lazy to practice the exercises, but you even have to be served by people to eat grapes, but you are so lazy... If you let it out, there will be no second Individuals dare to take it back for adoption.”

This tone is not so much a complaint as a pampering.

Bailu dismissed it, and said through voice transmission: "You want me to sit on this broken rock and practice, so naturally you have to pay some conditions."

There are plenty of reasons to be lazy.

"If you continue to be so lazy, your cultivation will be much behind me... I will break through the Profound Realm now, so you can step into the Nascent Soul Realm, isn't it too slow?" Ling Daozi asked.

"Anyway, there are people who want to protect me, so it doesn't matter if my cultivation level is lower." Bailu said.

"That's true." Ling Daozi thought for a while, and then said, "It's just that if you don't have enough spiritual power, it will be a long way before you want to transform into a human form. Are you not anxious at all?"

"What's so good about being a human being? Look at yourself, why don't you want to peel grapes for me?" Bailu said arrogantly.

These words made Ling Daozi laugh out loud, nodded quickly, and said: "You are right, you are right, someday when you transform into a human form, I will let you learn how to peel grape skins."

"Diaozi, don't move." Bailu said suddenly.

Ling Daozi didn't know why, so he froze, not daring to move.

The white deer looked at it carefully for a while, and then sent a voice transmission: "Stupid rice, you have grown a beard! It seems that you are already old, and you can no longer be called rice, but millet. Hairy millet, you are so ugly .”

Ling Daozi hurriedly stroked his chin, and sure enough there were a few hairs, he said with a smile: "It's just a few hairs, it doesn't matter, how can it be called ugly?"

"I don't care, old is ugly." Bailu retorted.

"Then tell me, at what age do you think I'm not ugly?"

Bailu tilted his head, thought for a while, and jokingly said: "This is really hard for me, your looks... tsk tsk, I really want to choose the tallest among the dwarfs, I think it looks like a boy of sixteen or seventeen years old, look at it Be pleasing to the eye."

Ling Daozi smiled and continued peeling the grapes without speaking.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Jin who was attached to Bai Lu felt inexplicably sad in his heart, as if the softest part of his heart had been poked, trembling with distress.

Jiang Jin remembered that the boy on the fire lotus looked about sixteen or seventeen years old?

Come to think of it, what Bai Lu jokingly said was actually remembered by the master for nearly a thousand years, so when he was about to die, even if he couldn't see Uncle Bai, he never forgot to turn into Uncle Bai's favorite appearance...

Before the master left, he said that he had figured it out and was open-minded.

But Jiang Jin couldn't be open-minded at this time, he was sorry for his master - Jiang Jin couldn't imagine how important this relationship is to him who can remember a sentence for thousands of years.

Jiang Jin was also curious about what was causing Master Zu and Uncle Bai to have a rift and parted ways.

He decided to attach himself to the white deer and continue watching.

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But at this moment, a domineering force bound Jiang Jin's body, and with a force, Jiang Jin's consciousness was pulled out of Bailu's body, and Jiang Jin escaped into a black tunnel.

When he opened his eyes again, his soul finally returned to his body, but there was nothing in his hand—the pink bottle was taken away.

All the bottles on Hanshiyu were taken away.

Jiang Jin felt his neck was cold. It turned out that a sharp sword was pressed against his neck. He looked up, and there was no smile on Uncle Bai's face, only anger remained, and he said coldly: "If you dare to move again My things, believe it or not, I will kill you immediately?"

"Uncle Bai, I was reckless." Jiang Jin knew it was his fault, so he didn't defend himself.

It can be seen that Uncle Bai has both anger and other complicated emotions on his face, as if someone has seen his most vulnerable side.

He really wanted to kill Jiang Jin, but he thought that he had neglected to lock the door. After all, he couldn't do it. He took back the long sword and asked, "How much have you seen?"

Jiang Jin naturally did not hide it, and told the truth.

Perhaps it was because Jiang Jin didn't see much, so Bai Lu breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "I will have a dream in a while to replace your memory just now, and you will act as if you have never seen anything."

Jiang Jin nodded and said, "Leave Uncle Bai to deal with it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Jin suddenly realized something. He hesitated a little, not knowing whether to say it or not.

If the master turned into sixteen or seventeen before his death, if he didn't mention it, perhaps Uncle Bai would never know that Ling Daozi took him so seriously, and their misunderstanding would never be resolved.

But if he said it, it would expose Uncle Bai's scar again, which was a kind of heartache.

Jiang Jin thought for a while, thinking that the pain of misunderstanding is long and hurtful, or that he will never let it go for a lifetime. Compared with the pain of uncovering the scar, it is nothing. Even if he has a headache at this time, at least one more Think about it.

There is a consolation.

So he decided to say.

Jiang Jin said: "Uncle Bai, before erasing my memory, allow me to say one more thing, I'm afraid I'll forget."

"Say it."

"Before the master died, his illusionary appearance was exactly that of a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy."

After a moment of silence, the sword in Bai Lu's hand fell to the ground with a bang, and the sound was distinct.

"Ling Daozi, the hatred in my heart is still unresolved, how could I allow you to leave me." Bai Lu choked with hatred, then threw his sleeves and left, ignoring the matter of erasing Jiangjin's memory.