Forced to become a fake Taoist companion who loses his memory

At the same time, it was late autumn in the ancient wood spirit world.

It was the night rain that was slightly cool, and a blazing sword light broke through the long night.

The long-planned inheritance of Lianguang Taoist from the three major sects was actually taken down by a young unnamed casual cultivator. All the young talents from the major sects' families were present, but none of the four monks who joined the Tao and the monks who transformed themselves into gods could stop them. Dare to stop him, and watch this man swagger away with the wind.

It took only one stick of incense, and the news ignited the entire world of cultivating immortals in an instant.

The news of Sword Master's fall has just spread. Some people lamented and lamented, and some people reveled all night like Bai Chunsheng, but the only thing everyone has in common is secretly speculating who the next most qualified person will be.The ancestor of the Yan family, Yangshou, is approaching, as long as there is another powerful person who successfully overcomes the catastrophe, it will be enough to change the current situation of the three major sects in the world of cultivating immortals.

No one expected that the next qualified person would come so quickly.

As we all know, since the birth of a baby in the world of cultivating immortals, the gap in realm has become as insurmountable as a natural moat.Many Taoists who are regarded as ancestors and gods in the small world are mediocre in the big world. A monk like Lingruo may not have the chance to break through the stage of transformation in this life.

Only Yan Jingqiu in the God Transformation Stage can fight against the enemy across a large realm in the God Transformation Stage.

But how did this young casual cultivator do it?

He has no name and surname, and his origin is unknown, so how can he be compared with Sword Master.

"In the stage of transforming gods, you are still such a young monk?!" Someone exclaimed.

Some people put the secret message aside and said with disdain: "It's just a transformation of a god, compared with Sword Master? Ha ha."

"Even if he loses to Sword Master, but based on his current fighting talent alone, this is definitely a powerful seed." Someone retorted.

……

"One person is against four fellow monks, but he won't lose the wind!" Fang Nianhe, a multi-treasure Taoist from Tianqingmen, couldn't help muttering to himself while looking at the secret message: "This is only the second day when the news of Yan Jingqiu's death came out. There are so many talented people out there."

He looked at the gradually cooling Yunsheng tea on the table, and after a long time, sighed a long time, Fang Nianhe secretly said: "It's fine to say that I can't beat this sword master, but am I not as good as this unknown pawn who doesn't know where? "

"One hair will move the whole body, and Yan Jingqiu's sudden death will definitely cause chaos in the world."

"In five years, if I don't break through to the middle stage of transformation, I'm afraid it will be difficult to become a member of this turbulent cloud."

……

There are not a few people who have such thoughts.

All of a sudden, several cultivators whose names could be named from several great sects all went into seclusion at the same time.

None of this had anything to do with Bai Chunsheng.

The monster was lethargic. After that day, he slept until three days later before waking up, and the first thing he did when he woke up was to open his sleepy eyes and look at his ranking with joy.

Bai Chunsheng: "..."

His eyes moved down stiffly, and he managed to see his name again at the position of No.2.

After only three days of work, how could he become the second again?

Could it be

Yan Jingqiu is alive again? ? ?

Bai Chunsheng rubbed his eyes unwillingly.

The good news is that he is not blind, so the bad news is that what he sees is real.

Yan Yi?

Who is this?

hateful!

The succession of Taoist Lianguang has been conceived as early as 150 years ago. After generations of planning, it is finally time to pick peaches.Although the sect of the Wan Yao Sect is mainly monsters that rely on the power of blood, but Taoist Lianguang's little sword wind art is very wonderful, and the Wan Yao Sect also intends to get involved.

Mu Liushuang is a wooden demon in the early stage of childbirth. She is a pure demon in the big world. A family of hundreds of people, including herself, are all spiritual inner disciples of the Ten Thousand Demon Sect. The whole family is thriving and wants to enter the inner sect. Guangzong Yaozu.Fortunately, she is very talented. She successfully conceived a baby 57 years ago, and she is the closest demon in the family to accomplishing her goal.

Her cultivation base is neither high nor low, and her aptitude is mediocre. She is on the list of outer disciples sent by Wan Yaozong to try their luck in the Condensed Light Secret Realm this time.

Among the crowd, Mu Liushuang was the only lucky one who only suffered minor injuries and returned to the Wan Yao Sect.

Not long after the sudden change in the secret realm the day before yesterday, Mu Liushuang was sent back to the Wan Yao Sect by the elders of the sect. Some of the outer disciples who were with her died, some of them were still awake, and some were seriously injured.For the past three days, she has hardly been able to sleep peacefully and cultivate. As soon as she closes her eyes, the purgatory-like scene will repeat itself in front of her eyes.

Yesterday she took the mid-grade Anshen Pill issued by the sect early, and managed to get a good night's sleep. When she woke up this morning, a few senior servants in black robes came to her, saying that the important figures in the inner sect had something to do. see her.

Mu Liushuang anxiously followed these people through the dense black buildings and came to the inner gate area where she had never been before.There is a small building built by the quiet lake. The Wangxing Pavilion, which is full of vines, looks like a silent tombstone. There are only a few small windows that look like characters in the attic.

The servants who led her in stopped when they sent her to the door, and another servant in a black robe with his head bowed walked out from the tall building. It only stayed in front of Mu Liushuang for a few breaths. , turned around and quietly returned to the deep building.Mu Liushuang was stunned for a moment, and then realized that this was the meaning of asking her to follow this man in, followed in small steps, and sweat broke out from the hands that clenched the corners of her skirt.

The door was very high, and the passage became darker as one walked in, making Mu Liushuang more nervous.

Going a little further inside, there is a circular hall, which is not lit, and only some light comes in from the small windows on both sides.

Mu Liushuang blinked, quickly adapted to the light, and was able to see things in the hall clearly.

A soft chair and an incense table were placed on a high platform not far away, and one could clearly see a person sitting behind the gauze curtain. The red gauze curtain moved with the wind, and a golden birdcage hung beside it.He leaned back on the soft chair, resting his head on his hands.

Mu Liushuang habitually probed this person's cultivation first, and almost instantly, she heard a contemptuous sneer from the person behind the gauze curtain.

Before the mental power returned in vain to return to the sea of ​​consciousness, Mu Liushuang was already covered with cold sweat, knelt down on the ground, and lowered her head in fear.

Before entering the Wangxing Pavilion, Mu Liushuang had already made a basic deduction about who wanted to see her, and it was him.

Monster beasts with pure blood are different from human cultivators. They are born with strong bodies and almost a smooth path of cultivation.As soon as Bai Chunsheng broke his shell, he had the cultivation level of the early stage of becoming a god. In his later life, as long as he ate and drank water, he could be worth the hard work of many immortal cultivators for more than ten years, even decades, or hundreds of years. Not surprisingly, it is only a matter of time before he reaches the late stage of Mahayana as his grandmother did.

Bai Chunsheng asked lazily: "What happened in the Lianguang secret realm?"

Mu Liushuang shook his head: "No, I don't know."

"You are right here in the Condensing Light Secret Realm, and you don't know what happened?!" Bai Chunsheng frowned. Those who knew the situation were all secretive and refused to tell, and he would not be reduced to asking such an outer disciple who knew nothing at first glance: "Tell me what you know."

Mu Liushuang hurriedly shook her head in fear, "I don't know anything."

She knelt on the ground, lowered her head, and heard footsteps until she saw a pair of silver-white daffodil boots appear in her field of vision.Bai Chunsheng said, "Okay, then raise your head."

There seemed to be an irresistible force in his voice, Mu Liushuang raised her head involuntarily, and standing in front of her was a man who looked very young.It's not as vicious as the rumors say, on the contrary, it's extremely good-looking, especially those eyes that look like lacquer spots.

When Yi and Bai Chunsheng's eyes met, Mu Liushuang's consciousness immediately went blank for a few moments.When she regained her senses, Bai Chunsheng had already turned around and left: "It's fine, you can go back."

After hearing these words, Mu Liushuang suppressed her urge to trot as if fleeing, and walked out of Wangxing Pavilion with her head down.

Bai Chunsheng was speechless for a while, and lay back on his soft chair.

He had already read most of Mu Liushuang's memories about the Condensed Light Secret Realm, and she was right, she really didn't know anything.

The structure of Converging Light Secret Realm is very special. Inside is a dense gray fog and narrow roads that can't be seen. Endless monsters will emerge from the invisible fog.The Condensed Light Secret Realm highly encourages monks to kill each other. The rewards for killing monks are more than those for killing monsters, so the living people you can meet are almost all enemies with evil intentions.

The intersection will change at any time, even if you turn back, it will not be the way you came.

That Mu Liushuang was able to come back from the Lianguang secret realm alive was purely due to her good luck.There were hardly any people or monsters encountered along the way, and the only one who seemed a bit strange was a sword repairman.

She had just experienced a fierce battle and suffered a little injury. She turned around an intersection in fear, and happened to see the sword cultivator kill a mist beast that was as ferocious as a hill.

He was standing in a pool of blood, slowly wiping his sword.As the mist beast's blood dissipated little by little, the secret realm's reward for the sword repairer's behavior appeared on the ground - a black mountain ghost mask with two horns.

Jianxiu hooked his hands, and after putting on the mask, he seemed to glance at Mu Liushuang.But for some reason, he did nothing and just left.

Afterwards, Mu Liushuang never met anyone again.Until the secret realm was broken, the elders of Wan Yaozong took her away before the secret realm collapsed.

From Mu Liushuang's point of view, this sword cultivator is probably an upright monk who does not want to kill people.The reason why he thinks this person is strange is not that Mu Liushuang thinks it is strange, but Bai Chunsheng thinks it is strange.

Not because of anything else, because the sword cultivator's last glance didn't seem to be looking at Mu Liushuang, who was only in the infant stage, but more like passing through the time and many figures of the past few days, looking at him in vain. Chunsheng.

It's hard to say, apart from the great power of cultivating the sky and sympathizing with the Dao, some wonderful exercises can also see the intricate, entangled and discrete cause and effect through time and time.Judging from his fighting instinct of being able to kill fog beasts in the stage of transforming gods with one sword, perhaps this sword cultivator is one of the inheritors of such Taoism.

Of course, there may be another reason, the back of this sword cultivator looks strangely familiar.

Bai Chunsheng clicked his tongue, but even if Yan Jingqiu survived, he is not such a little sword cultivator.Saying that this sword cultivator might be Yan Yi is more reliable than thinking that he looks like Yan Jingqiu. If you are wrong, you are wrong.

In this memory of Muliushuang, there is almost nothing of value.

Thinking of this, Bai Chunsheng couldn't help frowning.Opening the Tianjiao list on the incense case, the first name on it has become a completely unfamiliar name.

"Yan Yi." Bai Chunsheng read softly.