After amnesia, I brought my old enemy back home

Jing Mo froze for a moment, then nodded.

Xiao Yunquan thought for a while, gathered his spiritual power on his fingertips, and then the blue light condensed and sank into Jing Mo's forehead.

There was a slight coolness on his forehead, and Jing Mo suddenly felt his headache relieved a lot. This feeling was a bit familiar, and he suddenly remembered, this is not the Xiao family's life and death talisman that Xiao Yunquan was talking about!

After Xiao Yunquan injected spiritual power into the child, he was surprised to find that the child's complexion became even worse.

Jing Mo sat silently for a while with his mouth puffed out, and then couldn't help but began to peek at Xiao Yunquan, and found that Xiao Yunquan was also looking at himself.

Meeting Xiao Yunquan's gaze, Jing Mo just wanted to express something, when suddenly he saw something out of the corner of his eye!His hairs stood on his head in an instant, and he jumped into Xiao Yunquan's arms.

Xiao Yunquan looked at a slender withered vine beside him, and then at the child shaking like chaff in his arms, a strange guess suddenly popped up in his heart.

In order to confirm this guess, he picked up withered vines and weaved an eagle, and handed the eagle to the child in his arms.

Seeing the child's pupils locked instantly, Xiao Yunquan asked hesitantly, "This illusion is my memory?"

Jing Mo widened his eyes in surprise.

"Or, is this your memory?" Xiao Yunquan pondered for a moment, and indeed he did not remember that he had ever experienced a similar situation.

Jing Mo blinked his eyes.

Logically speaking, this was his first encounter with Xiao Yunquan, and it was his own memory as well as Xiao Yunquan's memory.But for some reason, Xiao Yunquan didn't seem to remember this incident at all, so if he really wanted to talk about it, it should indeed be his memory.

Thinking of this, Jing Mo nodded.

"So, who are you?" Xiao Yunquan asked suddenly.

Jing Mo stared at him with his eyes wide open, and Xiao Yunquan's figure was clearly reflected in his eyes that were slightly flushed with discomfort.

Xiao Yunquan was silent for a moment, then slowly said: "You are..."

Before the word Jing Mo could be spoken, the surrounding scene suddenly changed...

Xiao Yunquan looked at the sleeping child in front of him, seemed smaller than the one in the last illusion?But the face is white and tender, and the appearance can be seen clearly.Then he smiled lightly, so, this is what you looked like when you were a child?It's very similar to what I imagined.

The child moved and turned over, half of the quilt on his body fell off.

Xiao Yunquan stepped forward to cover him with the quilt, but when he saw the situation inside the quilt, his expression suddenly changed!In the child's quilt, there are actually many snakes entangled in all directions!At the same time, the child also noticed the difference, he threw off the quilt in a daze, and screamed instantly!

Xiao Yunquan called Jingmo and wanted to hug him, the surrounding scene changed again...

This time the scene was still in the bedroom, but Jing Mo looked about the same size as the cave, he was curled up on the bed and clenched his right wrist with a livid face.Several servants knelt under the bed, and one of them was an older servant girl whose hands were bloody and was still begging for mercy.

"Forgive? Beg me to spare you? Which of you will spare me?" After Jing Mo finished speaking, he actually looked up at Xiao Yunquan, with a hint of pleading in his eyes.

Xiao Yunquan understood instantly, opened his mouth and called out Sheng Jingmo, and the scene changed again.

Xiao Yunquan saw Jing Mo being beaten to death by Jing Tunan, saw Jing Mo being ignored by Xiao Qianhua, saw Jing Mo being bullied by his peers, and also saw Jing Mo call out Mu Zi for the first time...

Finally, the scene changed to a mountain road.

Xiao Yunquan looked around and saw a brand new stone tablet beside the road, with the words Qin and drum clearly written on it.

Qingu Mountain didn't look like the desolation he had seen before, but according to previous experiences, since he was in Jing Mo's memory, the only way to find him was to walk along the road in front of him.

Xiao Yunquan set foot on the mountain road, but what he recalled in his mind was the scene of coming here with Jing Mo back then.

At that time, the surrounding grass was overgrown, and they were chasing the red light without any time to look at others. This time, the scene was different, and Xiao Yunquan found that the scenery of Qingu Mountain was very beautiful.

Even among the trees beside the mountain, there are many precious species.Xiao Yunquan glanced casually across a tree full of small white flowers, and suddenly stopped.

April spring!

He immediately moved forward at a high speed, and reached the top of the mountain after a while.The top of the mountain seemed very quiet, not counting Jing Mo, not even a single person.

Xiao Yunquan circled around and finally came to the outside of the hut where he had stood before. Now the hut is clean and tidy. After thinking about it, he took a step forward and knocked on the door gently.

No one answered the door, he pushed lightly, and the door creaked open.Everything in the house looked as usual, even the teapots and cups were neatly arranged.

Xiao Yunquan exited the room suspiciously, and then wanted to check other huts, but found that the door of each hut could not be opened.

After a little thought, he understood that since this was Jing Mo's memory, things that Jing Mo didn't know would naturally not be revealed.But in this way, where would he go to find Jing Mo?

As soon as he thought of this, there was a sudden sound from the back mountain, Xiao Yunquan hurriedly searched for the sound, and sure enough, he saw a group of figures in the open space.

But it is not appropriate to say that it is a human being.

Xiao Yunquan looked carefully, no matter men, women, old or young, everyone had a black mark between their eyebrows.They were holding their weapons with a dull expression, and they were getting closer to the middle of the open space, and there was a person tied up in the middle of the open space!

Xiao Yunquan wanted to call Jing Mo, but was shocked to find that he couldn't make a sound, not only could he not make a sound, he walked slowly with the crowd uncontrollably.

Jing Mo in the middle of the open space saw that the situation was very bad, and was dripping with cold sweat with his eyes closed tightly. Although he knew it was just a memory, Xiao Yunquan couldn't help but feel a dull pain in his heart.

After the crowd surrounded Jing Mo, they actually stopped. Xiao Yunquan felt that his control had weakened, and took the opportunity to squeeze forward, pushing himself to the front of the crowd.

He wanted to move again, and his body was out of control again.

"Why did you come to Chuangshan?" An old man suddenly walked out of the crowd and asked Jing Mo.

Jing Mo closed his eyes tightly and said nothing.

"Why did you drive our god away!" The old man spoke again, his tone even more ferocious.

"Where is the god?" Jing Mo snorted coldly, but still closed his eyes.

"God took pity on our Qingu Mountain, pointed out the way for Ji's family, and helped us build up our reputation, which made Qingu Mountain famous. But you, who went up the mountain for no reason, and drove the gods away without asking for injustice. , we can't keep you!" As soon as the old man finished speaking, the young man in charge stepped forward with a sword.

Jing Mo, who was shrunk into a ball, suddenly opened his eyes, turned over and jumped up, dodging the blow.

It was only then that Xiao Yunquan realized that although Jing Mo's brows and eyes had faded from immaturity at this time, his stature was not enough. He seemed to be somewhere between a child and a teenager, about a teenager.

Jing Mo looked around for a week, but he didn't seem to find Xiao Yunquan.He gritted his teeth and looked at the black crowd in front of him, sighed, and pressed his belly tightly to call out the light.

"You still want to resist!" The old man roared, and suddenly looked up to the sky devoutly: "God, please send down the fire from the sky, and burn this monster into ashes."

As soon as the words fell, a ball of flames actually fell from the sky, the flames fell to the ground, and patterns of flames appeared on the burnt places.

This is the flame pattern of the Jing family!Xiao Yunquan looked at the sky in astonishment, but the sky was so gray that he couldn't see anything.

Jing Mo obviously also saw the flame pattern, and his expression changed drastically.

"Flame pattern, flame pattern! The gods have appeared!" The old man was so excited when he saw the flame, he raised his sword tremblingly and slashed at his side. The young man standing beside him fell down in response, blood gushing from his neck.

Xiao Yunquan shrank his eyes from the shock of this accident, and immediately looked at Jing Mo subconsciously, but saw that although Jing Mo also frowned, he didn't seem surprised, and even showed a suspiciously sad expression.

Then he realized that since this was Jing Mo's memory, he naturally knew what would happen next.

After the old man killed the young man, he looked up to the sky and screamed, and then called out his natal spiritual weapon and pointed it at Jing Mo: "Today, the god has issued a decree, and I, Ji, will do justice for the sky!"

"Wait, wait." Jing Mo endured the abdominal pain, waved his hands and said, "Even if your god sends a decree to kill me, why are you killing your own people?"

The old man didn't reply.

Xiao Yunquan guessed that this might mean that Jing Mo didn't ask this question at the beginning, or he didn't get an answer when he asked.

Seeing that the old man didn't answer, Jing Mo sighed in disappointment, then raised Mu Zi warily and tried to persuade him: "Why don't we stop fighting? It's all in my memory anyway, it doesn't matter how hot the fight is." Use it, you guys are going to die or you will die, I'm just in pain, and I won't really get hurt."

Responding to him was the old man leaning forward and striking hard.

Xiao Yunquan watched Jing Mo press his abdomen with one hand and encourage him to fight back with the other.After the battle started, many people came forward with weapons. Although Jing Mo had strong spiritual power, he was restricted by April Spring and could not exert his full strength.

Xiao Yunquan watched helplessly as he pressed his lower abdomen tightly and trembled all over, watched his arms being stabbed with bloodstains, watched his left leg being broken but stood up gritted his teeth, watched him being hit in the chest with blood spattered on the spot.From the initial heartache to the final palpitation and numbness, no matter how hard Xiao Yunquan tried, he could only stand motionless, watching him fall into a pool of blood again and again, and watching him struggle to get up again and again... .

Just like this, from the dark to the completely dark, Jing Mo was already scarred, and he held on with his last breath of strength.But he also knew that it was almost time, but for some reason, Xiao Yunquan was not seen in the memory illusion this time?

Finally, looking at the bright moon in the sky, Jing Mo gathered all his spiritual power in Mu Zi with a long roar, and the dark purple spiritual energy soared to the sky to avoid the moon, and the surrounding area was shrouded in ominous purple for a while.

Xiao Yunquan looked at the dark purple spiritual power scattered around him, lowered his eyes and closed them, a tear dripped from the corner of his eyes.

Jing Mo threw Mu Zi away desperately, looked at the oncoming sharp sword, and slowly closed his eyes.In his memory, Mu Zi smashed on the old man, and the old man's sword pierced his chest.He had heard the old man's dying screams, but the pain in his memory did not come.

Jing Mo opened his eyes in surprise, and saw the familiar blue in front of him.