Please care for Lonely and Widows Sanxian [Traveling]

[I do not know either.I was also shocked when I first saw him because my child died before me. ] The child belonging to Xuanying has now been reincarnated, and at this moment in front of her is an unknown person who occupies her child's body. She forced herself to calm down and guessed: [When I found out that Qing Mo's body was missing, the resentment had already begun Invading the entire Ningle Valley, Tan Yangyu's formation made the resentment more condensed, Qing Mo's soul was warmed up in the Yaoyuan by Mr. Yan Sheng, I couldn't care less about continuing to search for his body, I could only enter the resentment, hope Resentment that can stabilize resentment... maybe a certain magician took the opportunity...]

Xuan Ying didn't need to explain what happened next, it was self-evident.

After such a round of mana consumption, Xuanzhu's primordial spirit became weaker and weaker.At this time, besides being weak, he was more at a loss.

What is this called, and he can't think of a reason, maybe it's - he doesn't want to think about it.

He looked at "Wen Qingmo" who was trapped in the phantom formation. In a daze, he couldn't help flashing the laughter and crying of the 15-year-old apprentice since the meeting, and seeing him five years later. joy.

Such an expression does not seem to be fake, nor can it be fake.

"Senior Brother Xuanying, I don't know if you have a way to break the formation eye under my veins?"

Xuan Zhu came back to his senses: "We have found the eye of the formation, and it is only a matter of time before we break the formation." It's just that this formation is much more complicated than imagined, and requires more energy.

This time the little apprentice went down the mountain, and after he followed him out, he always had a faint feeling of being involved in something. During the three days when he was with the little apprentice to adjust his breath, he tried to use his three-legged cat's divination ability to do a divination, and calculated Is it a very happy result.

But when he knew that this Wen Qingmo was not that Wen Qingmo, he suddenly lost his mind, and from the time he accepted the mission of the demon cultivator, to the moment when the little prince disappeared, he appeared in Ningle Valley...

It's more like someone did it on purpose.

At this moment, Xuan Zhu suddenly regretted that he had been concentrating on the journey of ascension, only to improve his mana cultivation, but never seriously studied the calculation of the way of heaven.

Like the fairy in the TV series who can calculate the crisis and cause and effect by pinching his fingers, he has not learned it by himself even after becoming a loose fairy.

Thousands of thoughts flashed by, Xuan Zhu smiled wryly to himself, and put these thoughts aside first, since he came to Ningle Valley, he has been hit hard enough, and at this time, he will not break the formation blindly.

Xuan Zhu told Xuan Ying and Yan Sheng to let him adjust his breath first.

After a stick of incense, Xuan Zhu breathed out a mouthful of turbid air, the breath adjustment was over, and when he opened his eyes again, he felt that his mana was maintained at [-]%.

Most of his mana was devoted to maintaining the operation of the heavenly net trapping formation, leaving [-]% of his cultivation base to face breaking the formation, so there would be no accidents and no problems for Xuan Zhu.

When the preparations were over, he stood under the locust tree, did not act immediately, and finally asked Yan Sheng to untie "Wen Qingmo". He was upset after seeing this for a long time: "Mr. ?”

Yan Sheng didn't know Xuan Zhu and Xuan Ying's communication, but after hearing his question, he didn't have much doubts, his hoarse voice was full of vigilance and suspicion, and he, as a teacher, was disgusted with occupying his student's body: "He occupied Qingmo's body, and he might be a demon cultivator. It's okay if he can't wake up, but if he breaks free from the phantom array, it will affect us..."

However, Xuan Zhu didn't wait for Yan Sheng to finish, he cut off and said: "Don't worry, he is my apprentice, he will not have any influence on us. Let him down."

[Senior brother...] Xuan Ying obviously did not expect that this "Wen Qingmo" and Xuan Zhu were in a master-student relationship, [Why did you become a master-student with him? ]

[This is a long story, I will talk to you slowly when I have a chance later.Don't worry, he's... a good boy. ] The last words were spoken by Xuan Zhu for Xuanying, but also for himself.

Yan Sheng didn't immediately let go of "Wen Qingmo" because of Xuan Zhu's words, perhaps even because of the influence of his emotions, his branches that bound "Wen Qingmo" tightened even more.

Xuan Zhu saw the purple marks on "Wen Qingmo"'s neck, and his tone was still respectful but obviously displeased: "Mr. Yan Sheng, as a demon cultivator, you should understand that in the eyes of a cultivator, you are a different kind. It is the material for alchemy, and you know, you have love and love just like ordinary people, so there is not much difference. So, don't say that he has been following me on the road of cultivation, even if it is really a demon cultivator, "Xuan Zhu uttered the word "Seize the Demon Cultivator" that Xuanying and Yansheng had been wanting to say but did not say, and said bluntly, "What he took was also a dead body, and he did not do anything harmful to nature. To say I owe you a favor, I broke the battle for you, so I should be able to repay the debt."

Xuan Zhu's last words obviously touched Xuan Ying's heartache, her soul was shaken, showing her extreme shock at Xuan Zhu's direct mention of Wen Qingmo's death.

When Yan Sheng heard Xuan Zhu's last words, perhaps the black hole distorted by anger confronted him silently.

Xuan Zhu said without changing his expression: "Mr. Yan Sheng, I ask you to put my apprentice down again."

In the end, the stalemate ended when Yan Sheng loosened the branches.

Because he roughly untied those branches, the body of "Wen Qingmo" fell directly from mid-air.

Xuan Zhu jumped up, and firmly caught the falling "Wen Qingmo".

He hugged the young man from the neck down with one hand, and the other's legs with the other, "Wen Qingmo" leaned face up on his chest.But the person in his arms didn't feel as safe as before, he was still trapped in a nightmare, his forehead was sweating, and he looked in pain.

Yan Sheng stared at Xuan Ying's senior brother standing in front of him, who was holding his so-called apprentice at this time.

The man stared deeply at the person in his arms, his gaze was so piercing that he seemed to see through the soul of the person in his arms through his appearance, but there was a warmth that could not be ignored.

The silence at this time made the screams of resentment and vitality in the distance even more terrifying.

Xuan Zhu gently put "Wen Qingmo" on the ground, and then straightened the slightly messy clothes of the other party.

Looking up again, his face lost all emotion. He put the transparent porcelain bottle containing Xuanying Yuanshen on the ground, set up a protective formation, and then said lightly, "Let's start."

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When Xuan Zhu was about to kiss Wen Qingmo's lips, Wen Qingmo suddenly pushed him away.

With his palms on Xuan Zhu's chest, he raised his head to look at Xuan Zhu who was bowing his head. When his eyes met, he felt something strange from those eyes that were different from usual.

Then, caught off guard, Xuan Zhu grabbed his wrist with both hands, raised his hand and put it on top of his head.

Wen Qingmo was surprised that the future had no time to react.

Xuan Zhu leaned close to his ear, and said coldly in a deep voice that made his heart freeze: "Qing Mo, do you think I want to kiss you? How is it possible? I want to tell you that your thoughts on me are already clear Ruojie." The voice was full of disgust in spite of malice, "I am your master, and I am also your uncle, you make me feel that I am a teacher, and it makes me feel disgusted."

The word "disgusting" cut into Wen Qingmo's heart like the cruelest knife.

Xuan Zhu shook off Wen Qingmo's wrist, and took a step back, as if he would feel sick even to touch him, his gaze on Wen Qingmo was as cold as a knife.

Wen Qingmo's arms were hanging by his sides, his face was as pale as snow, and his lips were frighteningly white.

He looked at Xuan Zhu who still maintained his appearance as Ji Wuyou, the straight corners of his mouth showed his absolute indifference and cruelty towards him.

"You are not my master." The hoarse voice seemed to come out of his throat, Wen Qingmo looked up at the man, "Master would not say such things to me."

Even if he would not accept him, Xuan Zhu would never say such words.

Even though everything about the person in front of him was exactly the same as Xuan Zhu's, those hurtful words would never be said by that person.

That Xuanzhu sneered twice: "Really? Then do you know why I accepted you as an apprentice?"

Wen Qingmo didn't say a word, and when the man opened his mouth, he turned around and left, not intending to listen to anything said by the person who was not Xuan Zhu but wore the appearance of Xuan Zhu.

That person didn't expect Wen Qingmo to leave so resolutely. The three words "for" gradually dissipated after he left. In the end, he didn't hear what it was for. , never looked back.

Then, everything around Wen Qingmo gradually distorted until he saw another scene in front of his eyes.

That was buried in his memory, the day Ningle Valley became hell 12 years ago.Only this time, instead of standing on Wen Qingmo's point of view, he became a third party who was separated from the massacre.

Wen Qingmo stood there with a cold expression, watching all this until he saw himself being stabbed in the neck by a monk's hand knife and passed out.

Immediately afterwards, Xuanying chose to burn the Nascent Soul, using the little mana left to teleport him elsewhere.

He remembered that when he woke up, he was in the wilderness before, and it should be caused by his mother...

But at this moment——

With a sound of "bang", a golden light suddenly hit Xuanying's cultivation base wall built around Wen Qingmo, followed by another golden light that seemed to be substantial and hit Wen Qingmo's chest.

Wen Qingmo, who was in a coma, was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, his limbs were drooping, and he was already lifeless.

However, the Nascent Soul's cultivation base, which was not destroyed immediately, brought Wen Qingmo to an unknown place in an instant.

Xuanying, who saw everything in her eyes, completely collapsed, and screamed heartbreakingly: "Don't—!"

Xuanying's unvoiced scream exploded in Wen Qingmo's ears. Wen Qingmo was dumbfounded and unable to deal with this sudden, unprecedented memory.

Why did he die?

He still died under the "Hand of the Heart-Piercing God", which resembled the unique knowledge of Liuren Mausoleum.

So...he died?

Then why did he wake up again later...

Wen Qingmo suddenly became suspicious of everything, all of this must not be true, just like the fake master just now, all this is just a scene created to disturb his mind.

And Xuan Zhu was not by his side, it must be that after they entered Ningle Valley, he was hit by a more complicated formation.

Fake, fake, everything is fake.

Wen Qingmo wanted to leave here, he went from walking fast to running in a hurry, at this moment he seemed to have forgotten that he could fly with a sword.

He ran on the wasteland of Ningle Valley.

He wants to leave here, but why can't he get out of here no matter how he walks, the Ningle where he is is boundless, there are only corpses everywhere and boundless desolation.

He should obviously ignore everything he saw just now, but the picture of "himself" dying in the end lingers in his mind.

Eight-year-old Wen Qingmo died.

— Then who am I?

He suddenly remembered what he had been thinking when he arrived in that wasteland with his false master not long ago.

Twelve years ago, the momentary blankness when he woke up meant that he was someone else.

But he does have all of Wen Qingmo's memories, and he even has Wen Qingmo's body.

"Qing Mo (Qing Mo)." A low and magnetic voice mixed with another hoarse voice that he had never heard before, made his soul tremble, came from behind him.

When he heard the call, he stopped slowly uncontrollably, and then turned his head slowly.

He saw the person who came out of the dust, smiled at him and made his heart want to stop for him.However……

Behind this person, there is another shadow standing at this moment.

That shadow poked out its head slowly from behind Xuanzhu, it was a white-haired old man with a festered face that could not be seen from his original appearance, the old man stared at a pair of big and round red pupils, slowly, suddenly bent an arc .

The ugly white-haired old man raised a strange smile and asked, "Can't you remember who you are?"

The author has something to say: Let Fu Yushan show his face, and when he writes about him, his back is inexplicably cold.

Some cuties said it was like a ghost story hahahaha, it looks a little bit like this, but all this is to prepare for falling off the horse.

As for whether we can remember the past, let us wait and see [Top the lid and escape]