The No. 1 blue face in the world of comprehension

After being dazzled, Shen Zhihan finally felt down-to-earth.

The right hand holding Han Nian's arm became empty at some point, and the junior sister who was supposed to be in front of him was also missing, but the feeling of being tightly bound on the left wrist became more and more obvious, which proved that he felt dizzy before. Everything is not an illusion.

Shen Zhihan lowered his head subconsciously, and saw a slender white hand tightly clutching his sleeve and wrist.

And looking up along this hand, it is the sleeve of the Taoist robe embellished with gold embroidery, and the slightly curly black hair that has not been tidied up in the future due to violent movements.

Further up, there is a handsome face with deep and clear outlines but no expression.

The only way for people to tell that he has other emotions is to stare at his eyes, and Shen Zhihan also remembers how those icy eyes that were always full of wind and snow would melt into a clear mountain spring when facing him.

——It was Lu Zhilan.

"Alan?" Shen Zhihan was a little surprised, "Why are you here?"

The other party's lips that had been tightly pressed finally opened slightly, and the hand that was so strong that it was about to crush his wrist relaxed a lot, but the sword eyebrows were still furrowed, and the eyes were full of doubt and mild anger.

"Lu Yu Junior Sister."

His voice was calm and indifferent, but it made Shen Zhihan feel guilty for no reason.The two fell into a strange silence, Shen Zhihan moved his lips, and was about to say something to relieve the awkward atmosphere, but the other party sighed very lightly, and asked, "What happened?"

Shen Zhihan was about to explain, but the loud cry of a baby suddenly rose to the sky from behind the two of them.

The sudden fright made him swallow back what he wanted to say in an instant, and finally began to examine the environment the two of them were in.

Green mountains, green water, is an extremely peaceful village.

And behind the two of them, in a room that looked like a mountain village medical clinic, there were actually two women in labor lying on the left and the right at the same time.It seems that the two gave birth at the same time, and the moment Shen Zhihan and Lu Zhilan appeared, a pair of young girls fell to the ground at the same time.

The cries of a pair of baby girls not only interrupted their conversation, but apparently also broke the tranquility of the mountain village.

Almost every household came out of their rooms, gathered at the entrance of the medical hall, and congratulated in unison.

Shen Zhihan frowned, but his eyes wandered twice from the faces of the two baby girls who were carried out: "Alan, do you feel..."

Lu Zhilan immediately understood: "It's exactly the same."

The ones here are exactly the same, completely different from the Han Nian and Sheng Miyan that Shen Zhihan knew.

Han Nian and Sheng Miyan have almost nothing in common except that they are born exactly alike, and at this moment, the two baby girls in front of them have almost the same aura, except that they can clearly feel the difference in their spiritual roots. In addition, there is no difference, just like a pair of identical replicas.

As his cultivation level improved, Shen Zhihan naturally saw the fire poison and cold poison on Han Nian and Sheng Miyan's body at a glance. What was strange was that the poison was concentrated in the spiritual roots of the two of them in exactly the same way.

Shen Zhihan realized that he and Lu Zhilan had entered the memory of one of Han Nian or Sheng Miyan, but when he was still a little dazed, Lu Zhilan on the side suddenly held his hand tightly.

The scene in front of him turned upside down again, and Shen Zhihan felt as if he had passed through a bizarre dream, jumped out of it, and was transferred from the peaceful mountain village to the bustling downtown in an instant.

A colorful building stood in the middle of the market. Shen Zhihan looked at the scene in front of him and felt very familiar.

A few days ago in Lishui City, the flower houses on the street followed the same pattern.Yingyingyanyan, the smoke slanted and the mist was horizontal, and the smell of women's powder almost wafted out of ten streets.

Shen Zhihan stared at the plaque of Hualou, but suddenly flashed in his mind the scene described by Master when he brought Han Nian back to Wuwei Sect.

"Alan," Shen Zhihan moved his arm that was still tightly held by Lu Zhilan, "Let's go in and have a look."

The latter's cold and calm eyes fluctuated strangely for a moment, but he did not raise any doubts about the former's words, and only nodded slightly.

So far, the two of them are not people who have appeared in the memory of the owner of the illusion, so Shen Zhihan only had a thought, and pulled Lu Zhilan to follow Han Nian's breath to change positions instantly, and appeared in an empty room .

A very subtle cry sounded the moment the two stood still, Shen Zhihan looked along the dim candlelight, and saw two extremely thin figures huddled in a relatively dark corner of the wall.

Two identical girls leaned on each other, one of them was soft and cowardly, sobbing in the arms of the other, while the latter's eyes were red and his complexion was a little pale, but his eyes were bright and firm, like an unyielding bird little beast.

Although the difference between the two began to become vastly different as time went on, Shen Zhihan still recognized at a glance that they were Han Nian and Sheng Miyan, who were about ten years old.

"A Nian... I, I'm afraid..." Sheng Miyan's thin body kept trembling, and his already weak voice became more and more broken.

Han Nian's arms around her were tightened again, but he tried his best to suppress the trembling of fear in his voice, and comforted softly: "Ah Yan is not afraid, we will definitely be able to go out, I will definitely take you out..."

Sheng Miyan raised her head with tears in her eyes: "Really?"

Han Nian said affirmatively, "Definitely!"

Just as the two of them finished speaking, the sound of disorderly footsteps began to gradually sound from afar.

The moment the door was opened, the smell of alcohol rushed over several people. Shen Zhihan saw a shaky figure in luxurious clothes appearing at the door, and suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart.

Sure enough, at the moment when the smell of alcohol hit his face, the man suddenly gave a grinning grin, then tore off his coat with one hand, hiccupped and said intermittently: "Hi, two young children, hahahaha, let the master, hiccup, Test your authenticity—”

Before the words fell, the man rushed towards the two of them. Sheng Miyan was frightened and dumbfounded the moment the other party entered the door, but Han Nian quickly pulled the girl in his arms and rolled on the spot. Very simple silver hairpin.

The man was in vain, and his brain under the influence of alcohol immediately became angry. He turned around and grabbed Han Nian's neck like catching a chicken, and lifted him up.

The girl struggled in the man's hands, her frail neck seemed to be broken with a little force, but the man was a mortal.

Shen Zhihan remembered that the master mentioned that the fire poison in Han Nian's body could easily cause the fire element in her body to get out of control. She overflowed from her fingertips, instantly igniting the soft silk on the man's body.

Drunkards and flames are simply the best kindling.

The out-of-control spiritual fire burned the man's arm almost instantly. He screamed and threw the girl in his hand, and Han Nian's thin body flew upside down like a worn-out paper kite.

The spiritual root element exploded without guidance, and the huge load on the meridians almost instantly made the girl lose her ability to move.

The silver hairpin turned into a stream of light and came out of his hand, drawing a perfect parabola in the air, and then made a crisp sound at the feet of Sheng Miyan who was slumped on the ground.

The girl who witnessed Han Nian falling to the ground not only got the courage, but reached out to pick up the silver hairpin, and then the little figure jumped towards the man with arms full of flames like a bird!

Shen Zhihan was almost in shock.

He subconsciously held Lu Zhilan's hand back, and the two watched in silence as the thin girl wept and stabbed the silver hairpin into the man's chest again and again, a total of 24 times, until the other party no longer struggled.

The same unconsciously activated water element in Sheng Miyan's body made her safe in Han Nian's spiritual fire. The two girls had never faced such a drastic change, and the room was dead silent.

Holding the silver hairpin tightly, Sheng Miyan slowly got up from the man, looking at Han Nian who was struggling to get up from the ground.

"Ah Nian... I, I killed someone..." She looked confused, and the tears seemed to have opened the gates, washing down the blood on the beautiful face, "What should I do... I killed people..."

Han Nian clutched his lower abdomen, but his face was flushed abnormally.Shen Zhihan stared into her eyes, vermilion flames had already begun to emerge from the black mass.

He remembered this sign, the outbreak of fire poison, which occurred almost every five days during Han Nianchu's first year in Wuweizong.

When the fire poison broke out, the violent fire element would swim all over Han Nian's body, and the severe pain was like throwing her directly into the fire to burn her.But at this moment, that thin and small body still managed to walk towards Sheng Miyan who was crying bitterly, and wrapped her in his arms.

"I'm here, Ah Yan," Shen Zhihan heard Han Nian's voice resounding from the crackling of the burning corpse, it was extraordinarily light, like a floating phoenix feather, but extraordinarily heavy and unwavering, "Don't be afraid, I will protect you , I will protect you from now on."

Her hand moved down slowly along the opponent's arm, and then she took the silver hairpin into her hand: "Ayan, let's get out of here first, shall we?"

Sheng Miyan finally raised her teary eyes and nodded.

Shen Zhihan's throat was a bit rough: "So...A Nian has been going to various romantic places for a hundred years to stir up troubles, and this is the reason?"

He rubbed his temples: "No wonder I met that girl in Lishui City... If Master and I were not here, would she have picked the whole Lishui City directly???"

Lu Zhilan didn't speak, but the hand holding the former's wrist slowly moved down, and finally met his palm.

The two of them followed two stumbling girls to escape the crowd and young servants in Hualou, and escaped in the chaos when someone finally found the water.

What followed was a night of fear and hunger.

The two ragged girls couldn't even find a shelter from the wind.

Shen Zhihan and Lu Zhilan stood under the bright moonlight, but their hearts felt completely chilled.

He watched Han Nian and Sheng Miyan support and snuggle each other, keeping each other warm, and suddenly understood why his junior sister had pursued Jiye Demon Lord for a hundred years.

The two trembling little beasts finally waited until the dawn came again, and the sun shone again. Han Nian, who had been using his body to shield Sheng Miyan from the wind, finally moved.

She rubbed her arms, looked at the vendors who had already started to open their stalls, and said, "Ayan, wait for me here for a while, and I'll go find something to eat, okay?"

Sheng Miyan raised her eyes blankly, then nodded lightly: "Okay."

After getting an affirmative answer, Han Nian finally stood up and walked out of the alley step by step.

Now Shen Zhihan can be sure - this is Changling City, and this illusion is Sheng Miyan's memory.

For some reason, the addition of Han Nian made this memory a lot richer. Shen Zhihan let go of his divine sense, and he could sense that his junior sister begged or kowtowed at all the places where it was possible to get food, but what he got in return was helplessness Satiating cynicism and punching.

In this way, the sun gradually moved towards the mid-heaven, and at the moment when noon approached, a voice in black suddenly appeared at the end of the alley.

The other party was dressed in a black robe, and the wide hood covered his face in the shadows, only a pale and thin chin was exposed.

Even though he concealed his aura, Shen Zhihan could still recognize that this was a figure at the level of a Demon Lord, and his aura even resembled Sheng Miyan from the period of Jiye Demon Lord.

The girl curled up under the brick wall sensed someone appeared, and subconsciously raised her head.

"what?"

The man in black let out a chuckle from under the hood, deep and low: "There is such a pure water spirit root here? Well... this cold poison is also just right, wonderful, wonderful."

Sheng Miyan was frightened by the man's aura, his eyes were full of mist, but the former walked over unhurriedly, his pale fingers gently lifted the girl's chin: "little girl, where is your family?"

Sheng Miyan said timidly: "Everyone in the village was killed by bandits..."

Hearing this, the man let go of his hand and looked down at her: "Very good, I have accepted you as my apprentice."

Sheng Miyan's eyes widened in disbelief, but her head shook like a rattle: "No...I don't want it, I want to wait for Ah Nian, I don't want to be a teacher..."

The former sneered: "I accept you, but the choice is not up to you."

Before he finished speaking, he flicked his sleeves and wrapped the girl in the water vapor of the magic mist, and the latter lost consciousness instantly.

With a flick of the man's fingertip, a light spot floated into the center of Sheng Miyan's eyebrows: "Useless memory, just seal it."

It turned out to be the case.

The moment the sealing technique appeared, Shen Zhihan recognized the identity of the black-robed man—the former Extreme Night Demon Lord Song Xing.

Song Xing has a unique sealing secret technique, which was once famous in the whole cultivation world, but later he disappeared inexplicably, and the one who inherited the title of Jiye Demon Lord was his personal disciple, Sheng Miyan.

The moment the demonic energy wrapped around the two of them and disappeared, Shen Zhihan felt Jun Wuxin's aura.

The news sent back by his spiritual consciousness was just as he knew back then. The master found Han Nian holding a dirty steamed bun in Changling City. Afterwards, the two found that Sheng Miyan was missing, and they lingered in the city for three days. turn around.

Wuweizong has been studying art for 15 years. From the moment Han Nian formed a golden core and went down the mountain to practice, he began to search for Sheng Miyan's whereabouts in the entire cultivation world. Prostitutes and child molesters were properly arranged by her.

At the same time, Han Nian is also constantly causing trouble for everyone behind the scenes in Fengyue Field, Moxiu, Xianxiu, and all the people who chased and killed her, all of them were one by one when Han Nian was locked out of the barrier by Jun Wuxin. solve.

On the other hand, Sheng Miyan, whose memory was sealed, was thrown into the pile of dead by Song Xing after waking up.

From getting used to getting along with corpses, to killing the first person with her own hands, a girl who was once cowardly but would fight to the death for her best friend was gradually forged by Song Xing into a murder knife, gentle as water on the outside, cold and bloodthirsty on the inside.

Despite losing her memory, the long-standing killings and grievances have logically become the driving force for Sheng Miyan to break away from Song Xing's control.

Therefore, when this "killing knife" was finally forged, Song Xing was taken away by the knife forged by himself.

Han Nian and Sheng Miyan, like their diametrically opposed spiritual roots, are running in opposite directions and going further and further apart.

Shen Zhihan silently looked at the curling black dress standing in the pool of Song Xing's blood, but he didn't know how to feel in his heart.

After figuring everything out, the illusion should have ended here, but Shen Zhihan and Lu Zhilan fell into a deeper illusion with their feet empty.

Darkness came from all directions, Shen Zhihan stretched out his hand subconsciously, and bumped into a cold and hard embrace.

There was a light breath in Lu Zhilan's bosom, which was the bamboo fragrance that had been soaked in the practice of Qingjing Peak all the year round.

Shen Zhihan felt that he was tightly protected in his arms, even his eyes were covered, and he couldn't help but wondered: "Alan?"

The voice of the former was rarely hesitant: "It's better not to watch..."

Shen Zhihan was a little baffled, but still stretched out his hand to remove Lu Zhilan's hand that was covering his eyes, but the moment he opened his eyes, he was almost suffocated by the sudden appearance of a grimace!

what! ! !

It was a face that was almost completely unrecognizable, only two dark green will-o'-the-wisps were jumping around the eye sockets.

The familiar color almost instantly made Shen Zhihan think of the monsters under the Fallen God Tianyuan who were soaked and eroded by the demonic energy of the void: "This is...under Tianyuan?"

He broke away from Lu Zhilan's arm slightly, and then turned around.

There is more than one ghost face, in other words, more than one ghost.

Even though he personally walked under the abyss 3000 years ago, Shen Zhihan had never seen so many resentful souls in it. The magic energy and howling sound almost filled the entire space, turning this cliff into a A piece of hell on earth.

Suddenly, a sword qi struck.

The sharp sword light that suddenly lit up scattered half of the ghosts at the bottom of the cliff almost instantly, and the demonic energy was forced back step by step by the Qingzheng Gangfeng. Shen Zhihan held his breath, but there were two different footsteps in the distance.

He subconsciously looked towards the source of the spiritual light, and at this moment two figures came into view.

The coercion emanated from the man in black among the two, and the faint light illuminated the hem of his golden embroidered cloud pattern clothes flying fiercely.At the bottom of the gilt eyes is an undercurrent of shards of light, but there is almost undetectable sharp sword energy mixed in the surge.

With a slight smile on his clean and handsome face, he was clearly walking among evil spirits, but he seemed to be walking in a garden with beautiful mountains and rivers, unhurriedly, with a unique rhythm.

If he only looked at his demeanor, Shen Zhihan almost felt that it was Fang Qiyu who was walking towards him; but if he looked at his eyes, it was more like Feng Bumin;

Even without the cover of the white jade mask, Shen Zhihan recognized the identity of the person at a glance - Mu Yichen.

And the white-clothed man who walked with the former was exactly the same as him, no matter in the fire lines between his brows or in his demeanor.

Shen Zhihan couldn't help holding his breath.

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Typing on my phone is really slow...

I can finally use a new computer and a new keyboard tomorrow orz

When I wrote the outline, I sent bento... I felt a little uncomfortable TvT