Forced to become a fake Taoist companion who loses his memory

Bai Chunsheng cried for a while, this may be the last "sentence" Yan Jingqiu said to him, he wanted to see Bo Yan for the last time.

Live or die.

The southern part of the West Desert is not as close as Bai Chunsheng imagined, he did not expect that the host did not leave.

The old host sat cross-legged in front of the door and said: "You can't catch up with him even if you go to find him."

He said: "In fact, Mahayana and crossing the catastrophe are just a concept. Do you know what crossing the catastrophe means?"

"The thunder catastrophe that broke through the Mahayana is just the beginning of this catastrophe, the real catastrophe is the waste of the world." The old host said: "Yan Jingqiu can't see it, even if you go to him, it is of no use , on the contrary, you will risk your life because of this, why bother?"

Bai Chunsheng glared at him viciously with eyes that were red from crying, and he pushed the old host away without saying a word.

The old host sighed, and he yelled at Bai Chunsheng's back: "Oh, you little idiot, if you think about it carefully, why did Yan Jingqiu lose his memory!"

The old host scolded him, and Bai Chunsheng couldn't listen anymore. He pouted and quickened his pace.

The wind in the western desert is strong, and there is sand in the wind that will grind people's faces, so naturally they can no longer fly with the sword.

But after leaving Huayan Temple, there is a bustling city, so Bai Chunsheng quickly ran into Jubao Pavilion and bought a "zwnj; sand slide car and" a six-legged camel horse with excellent legs, While waiting to lead the camel and horse, Bai Chunsheng heard a few monks standing in the Jubao Pavilion chatting "zwnj;These monks are all wearing the robes of the Taixu sect, more like they followed Yan Jianxing—zwnj; to this Huayan Temple.

These people chatted about what had happened in the past few days: "...Little Sword Master is really alive again? Why don't we go to meet him? Didn't the ancestor call us here for this?"

"How is it possible." Another person said: "If it is the sword master, how can it be the current situation, and these people will not have the courage to measure them."

"I have seen the photo records sent by Cuiwei Palace. His swordsmanship is almost not the same as Sword Master. You can vaguely see the shadow of Yan Family's swordsmanship, but it is not the style of Sword Master. Maybe he learned it secretly from somewhere. &—zwnj; Make a half move."

"I heard that he is Yan..."

"Oh, it's no wonder...he is a disciple of Taoist Lianguang. I heard that Taoist Lianguang was once a disciple of my Yan family, but he was kicked out."

Hearing these few words, Bai Chunsheng stared at him with bewildered eyes. He took a few steps closer, grabbed the collar of the man close to him, and used the coercion of a monk at the stage of Taoism to question him, and then asked Where is Bo Yan now?

His current situation is "not good at all, but better than when Yan Jianxing said he was dead"—zwnj;

After Bai Chunsheng fell asleep and Bo Yan left him in Huayan Temple, not long after the people from several major sects found out about his whereabouts, they came to West Desert.

Bo Yan voluntarily left Huayan Temple and dealt with these people in the West Desert for a long time.

Many people were beheaded by his sword, and he himself was seriously injured.

Bai Chunsheng recalled that Bo Yan's left arm was not healed when he was injured by the jade warrior when he was in Shuiyuan Realm, and now that the old injury has been added to a new one, he couldn't help but worry again.

Just about to wait for his camel horse, a strong wind blew inside and outside the city.

The rustling wind and sand swept across the sky, like a "zwnj; ferocious whip, spiraling from the sky" straight to the ground.The camel horse, which was originally docile, suddenly became mad and was about to put on the rein and run away. &—zwnj; The monk who was pressing the camel horse let out a strange cry to appease the strange beast. After waiting for a while, he asked Bai Chunsheng: "Shall we go? Maybe it's a windy and sandstorm. I heard that there is a storm in the south Immortals with cultivation levels as high as the sky are fighting, why don't you wait a few more days? These land immortals have always been unreasonable, you look so good-looking, so don't lose your life in vain."

Bai Chunsheng squinted his eyes and looked carefully. Amid the whistling wind and sand, he could faintly hear the soft dragon's chant.

He turned his face to look at Zwnj;Shin's camel horse that was frightened by Longwei, shook his head and said: "I don't want this horse anymore, but keep it here for me, if I can come back."

The monk was blinded by the wind and sand all over the sky, and was about to ask you what to do when he opened his mouth, and the sand and gravel mixed with this spiritual power poured into his mouth, and he couldn't even open the defensive magic circle open.

Finally opened his eyes, but only saw a white figure going out of the city in the hurricane

Is he crazy? What on earth is this man going to do?

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In front of three sticks of incense, in the south of the Western Desert.

Bo Yan, who had several swords in his body and scales on his side face, had already been cornered.

Suddenly, he turned his head in the direction of Huayan Temple as if he had a feeling... zwnj;It seemed that the premonition of dying gave him hallucinations, he seemed to hear Bai Chunsheng saying that he loved him.

I also knew that it was impossible, Bai Chunsheng should sleep for another three days.

After three days, he might have been turned into "zwnj;clusters"—zwnj; ashes that couldn't even be filled in the box, and then melted into this vast desert.

Bo Yan shook his head, the blood meandered down his forehead, and dripped, dripped into the quicksand, he thought it was funny and laughed hoarsely... Voice.

Bo Yan's laughter startled his enemies.

These people obviously looked much stronger than him who was about to be exhausted, but they were still so frightened that they couldn't help trembling, and they stepped back unconsciously: "What else are you going to do?!"

It was as if these were the people who were hunted down.

Bo Yan looked at the group of frightened birds who had been frightened by him early on, but were still holding on because of greed, and wanted to kill him for a share of the pie. He licked his lips: "Guess well!" Guess……"

The sword light surged, and the sound of the sharp weapon splitting the gun seemed not so abrupt amidst the screams of the film.

Unfortunately, his strength will eventually come to an end.The wind mixed with gravel from the West Desert blew on his wound, and the stinging pain made Bo Yan's mind clearer.

Bo Yan felt that he really shouldn't live long, but fortunately, he was mentally prepared after being cut by the jade warriors from the Abyss Realm.

These days, he often thinks of the illusion of Changliu Mountain, the fire that destroyed the entire palace, and the shy kiss with Bai Chunsheng.The gravel in the western desert is so hot, and the moon is so bright at night, it is a good place to bury one's bones.

Those who were frightened by his attack and retreated hundreds of meters away are as cowardly as mice, and now they are watching him vigilantly, watching him, just waiting to seize the opportunity, like vultures waiting to eat carrion , was circling and flying around him, just waiting for him to die.

These people raised their hands almost at the same time, pointing at Bo Yan's back.

Bo Yan's amazing hearing can hear what these people are talking about.

"Huayan Temple, why Huayan Temple!"

"He is clearly here, why is there still a cultivator who has crossed the robbery in Huayan Temple?"

"Could it be that the person who really wants to cross the catastrophe—"

——Yan Jianxing died.

Bo Yan didn't know why he came up with this idea, but his intuition was always accurate.

He turned his head, and there was a large cloud of smoke surging in the sky behind him, and there should never be clouds in West Desert.

Bo Yan suddenly remembered the two words he had left him before he lost his memory when he climbed up from the bank of the small world in the sea of ​​clouds.

The &—zwnj; sentence is: "Don't repeat the same mistakes."

It was only later that Bo Yan understood the meaning of this sentence: Don't fall in love with Bai Chunsheng.

He failed to do this, and was willing to accept the so-called consequences.

In fact, Bo Yan thought there should be a second sentence, but he couldn't remember it no matter what.

But suddenly, just now, he seemed to hear Bai Chunsheng's voice, and he remembered.

It turns out that the second sentence is: "If you can't do it, forget it."

——Don’t make the same mistakes again, if you can’t do it, forget it.

In the depths of Bo Yan's life and death environment, the mist began to recede.

The breath of decay first sank, and then began to climb steadily.

Yan Jingqiu opened his eyes.

He regained his memory.

He woke up.

Woke up completely.

The flames of Bo Yan's self-explosion have not dissipated yet, those faint blue flames began to grow again, entangled him, and then the pitch-black flames covered his body again.The red fire began to spread like a prairie fire, and the dead bodies climbing up the ground absorbed nutrients like plants and grew stronger again.

Clouds rolled in, and there was a faint flash of thunder.The sun and the moon are shining together, and the bones are red flowers.

The immortal cultivators watching seemed to feel that something was wrong, the huge coercion crushed their bones.

Standing on the top of a distant hill was an old Daoist of the Mahayana period, he suddenly realized: "Run, he is really Yan Jingqiu."

"This is Cheng Zun's Jieyun!"

"boom!"

Thunder has arrived.

After waking up, Yan Jingqiu stood quietly in the middle of the roaring thunder sea. He threw away the lightsaber in his hand, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Fragmentary memories flashed past in fragments, it seemed to be in a quiet room.

Sitting opposite was a "zwnj; man, with a face like a crown jade, thin lips and straight nose, wearing a brocade robe with a "sound crow blue landscape pattern" and a lake blue jade belt around his waist: "I have two more. Here's a question, what if Bai Chunsheng doesn't come to Yunhai Small World to find you?"

"No." It was his own voice.

Yan Jianxing asked, "Why?"

Yan Jingqiu replied: "Because it's him."

What Yan Jianxing drank was wine: "One more question, what if you don't love him anymore after you lose your memory?"

"No." Yan Jingqiu raised his glass, he drank it down, and said with a smile, "Because it's me."

The author has something to say: the ending is preordained, because Bai Chunsheng is Bai Chunsheng, and Yan Jingqiu is Yan Jingqiu, so no matter how many times it happens again, it is all predestined.

Chumi, here I come!

There must be an update tomorrow afternoon, because it's almost over!

感谢在2021-04-2500:41:16~2021-04-2701:22:20期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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