After cultivating the ruthless way, I soared

First time in life.

Xuan Zhe was dressed in white with a sword on his back, long sleeves rustled, his expression was cold and solemn, his lips were tightly pursed, and he stared motionlessly at the half-immortal in front of him.

Banxian is a somewhat wretched old man with an unshaven beard. He has not bathed for hundreds of years. His bare face, neck and arms are covered with thick calluses.

"I won't let anyone take my memory away." Xuan Zhe's expression was indifferent. There was an empty brilliance in the realm of reincarnation, pattering down on the young man, and his jade-like face became more and more translucent.

"Then it depends on whether you have the ability." Banxian laughed sinisterly a few times, and rushed towards him holding two heavy hammers the size of half a human body.

Zhou Feng was sweating a lot in his heart, hating himself for being a transparent person, unable to help Xuanzhe, and standing aside dryly as a wandering lonely ghost—although not, but the current situation is quite reasonable. almost.

Within a few rounds, Xuan Zhe's white clothes had already accumulated a lot of blood, some of his own, and some of that half-immortal's.

Banxian was amazed at the spiritual power and superb sword intent possessed by this small boy in front of him, he couldn't help retreating, he was just a guard of the border, he would be punished for neglecting his duties and letting people in, but it was better than being with the other party now The fight is stronger, I can't tell when I was clicked here by this kid.

The half-immortal who was about to retreat was finally defeated, showing a flaw, Xuanzhe pointed his toes, and the light horizontal sword cut off a strand of his hair, which fell from the air in curls.

"Stop fighting, you go." Banxian staggered and waved his hands, he was seriously injured, turned around and was about to leave.

Xuan Zhe hesitated for a moment, then retracted the wooden and stone sword, his eyes did not relax at all, it was as dark as an abyss, and he did not make any next move.

I don't know how long it took before Xuan Zhe covered his chest, half of the blood spilled from the corner of his lips, he wiped it nonchalantly with the blood-stained sleeve, and propped himself up to the vortex of reincarnation with his sword.

It turned out that Xuan Zhe was such a person before.I've always been used to seeing this sword fairy's aloof appearance, who would have thought that he would be embarrassed, but he was actually no different from ordinary people.

In this evenly matched battle—Xuan Zhe narrowly won, and he staggered and fell into the small world before he even had time to describe it. Zhou Feng followed him and jumped down without thinking.

It stands to reason that the vortex of reincarnation can cleanse memories, but the realm of the past is a small world where people can glimpse the past and know the past.

The first time Zhou Feng entered the realm of the past, this time he jumped into the realm of reincarnation of the realm of the past with Xuan Zhe. Naturally, he was deeply trapped in his own memory, and the realm of reincarnation had no effect.

Zhou Feng was just an outsider watching the show, until now, only Xuan Zhe was in front of him, and he did not appear.

He counted the time until he was in the realm of reincarnation. He didn't know how long it had passed. Zhou Feng fell asleep in a daze. scenes.

It is said to be a change, but it is not a change, - it is still the same vast desert, with no end at a glance.

When Zhou Feng opened his eyes again and saw this desert, he couldn't help but start to doubt life, right? Why is this desert again?

After a while of surprise, when he looked around, his eyes fell on the blood-clothed man lying not far away—it was Xuan Zhe.

The vortex of reincarnation did not take away Xuanzhe's memory, nor let Xuanzhe reincarnate, but threw Xuanzhe in this small world like throwing garbage.

After going through the realm of reincarnation, it is reasonable to be reincarnated in a small world, but this Xuanzhe is still wearing the clothes that he fought with the half-immortal just now, and there are still a few bloodstains on his body from spiritual injuries, and even one injury is too serious. It was too serious, and it was still bleeding.

Could it be that Xuan Zhe really managed to avoid reincarnation by relying on the fight with Banxian, but the original body entered the small world.

If it can be avoided in this way, the small world he entered before, Xuan Zhe may have entered with his own memories, and finally came back with full memories.

Zhou Feng was puzzled, and when he walked over to help the unconscious Xuan Zhe up, he realized that he was still a transparent person without any power of action.

……

The injury was too heavy, and the blood loss was too much, and the gods couldn't ruin their bodies like this.What's more, Xuan Zhe has not yet become a fairy at this time.

Zhou Feng is cold-faced and cold-hearted, but before, Xuan Zhe really helped him a lot, and now he can help him naturally.

"Is there someone there!?"

When Zhou Feng was still worrying about how to help Xuan Zhe up and pat him awake, he heard a familiar voice again, this time the familiarity was a bit "horrifying", it was completely his own voice.

Before he had time to react, Zhou Feng saw another "self" walking forward step by step with a medicine basket on his back.

This "self" has the same voice as my own, and the face is also generally similar except that it is a little more immature than now.

Zhou Feng thought back in a daze, as if many years ago, in the whirling yellow sand, he saved a swordsman who had lost too much blood and was about to die.

It's just that the matter was really too long ago, so long ago, if he hadn't entered the realm of rebirth, Zhou Feng might not be able to remember it in this life.

"Zhou Feng" carried Xuanzhe on his back step by step, and walked in this desert for a long time, muttering some random words, Zhou Feng could only hear a few words, and felt surprised.He really didn't expect that - his previous self would have so many witty words.

This desert is obviously different from the past realm just now, and the desert in the big world. The sand here is golden in color, without the spiritual power mixed with the fire element.

Not far from here, there are several mountain peaks standing in the desert. Such a spectacle seems to be that this seemingly vast desert is just a cover for these several mountain peaks.

When there was still some distance from these peaks, "Zhou Feng" let go of his voice and shouted loudly. "Master, brother, little sister—"

Zhou Feng was stunned.

He thought that he only belonged to his master, when did he have senior brothers and sisters?

He took a closer look at the other self, and finally found that the strange, small difference, apart from his age, was his disposition. This young man was full of innocence, and the sun danced on him without abruptly blending into one body. Healing sunshine.

However, Zhou Feng remembered that his youth was lonely and indifferent. In his world, apart from Qilu Mountain, at most Jiang Yao had been there.

The one that occupied Zhou Feng the most time was what he thought was a certain sword that he depended on for survival.

Not long after, a few people came out huh-la-la, saying "hula-la", because there were quite a few of them, and it was not limited to the master, brother, and sister who called "Zhou Feng" just now.

Among the seven or eight people who came here, Zhou Feng still knew someone—Yan Ruyu.

His face is also green, his eyebrows are not opened yet, his cheeks are still a little fleshy, and he is smiling blankly, looking a little silly.

Yan Ruyu was also wearing the same blue and white outfit as the others, which should be a symbol of the same sect.

It seems that before meeting Zhou Feng, Yan Ruyu was also a half-grown boy, not as gloomy as before.

"Junior brother, didn't you go to gather medicine? Why did you call everyone out when you came back?" Yan Ruyu was about to step forward to take off Zhou Feng's medicine basket when he saw a man in blood on his back. He frowned and looked After glancing at the complexion of the elder in the first row, he took a step back.

"Master, I picked someone up when I was collecting herbs. He was seriously injured. If I don't save him, I'm afraid he will die."

The sect is hiding from the world recently. If outsiders want to enter the sect, all the brothers and sisters of the sect must be called to vote.

Zhou Feng went to see the man called "Master" by "Zhou Feng", his face was not very familiar, it was not Qi Lushan...

Unlike the scene of saving people in the desert just now, Zhou Feng has no impression of this place. It may have happened, but the memory is not so deep.

I knew that he might have some relationship with Xuanzhe in the previous life, but I didn't expect that this bond is a little deeper.

"Zhou Feng, the sect is hiding from the world, and it's hard to look back on the wasted years. Although you don't need to be cautious in your words, you must be cautious in your actions."

After the old man said such a sentence, he looked at Zhou Feng disappointedly, and left without saying anything.

The rest of the brothers and sisters gathered together and explained in a hurry. "If he knew that you were bringing strangers into the door, Master would definitely not come. He said just now that you might have brought back the holy desert fruit..."

Yan Ruyu stopped the junior sister halfway through her sentence, "You guys go back first, I'll talk to him."

Zhou Feng remained silent after hearing the master's words, with his head down, unable to see his expression clearly.

In fact, Xuan Zhe was a little heavy, and he was carrying a heavy medicine basket, and the hemp rope rubbed his already thin wrist with bloodstains, but Zhou Feng didn't think about letting go, and his slender five fingers held tightly .

Yan Ruyu walked a few steps quickly, and her eyes fell on Zhou Feng with a heavy gaze. This junior was picked up halfway by him, and he should be a little closer than others. This gentle brother just sighed.

"Xiaofeng, senior brother can't help you with this matter, you also know that our sect is in a precarious situation."

Yan Ruyu knew Zhou Feng's temperament, and she would never turn back easily when she decided on something. He didn't persuade him much, and patted the young man on the shoulder.

"Senior brother will stay with you outside the door for three days, and don't care about rescuing him, okay?" Yan Ruyu found a detour, and tentatively discussed with Zhou Feng.

He didn't want to embarrass others, and he didn't want his senior brother to accompany him to eat sand outside, so his voice was light and firm. "No brother, I'm outside by myself, you can go back."

Although Yan Ruyu wanted to accompany Zhou Feng, she didn't feel relieved to let him out, but this little junior was extremely talented, and in terms of cultivation alone, maybe even this senior couldn't beat him easily, and the affairs in the sect were complicated, so The refining of a pill is at a critical juncture again...

Thinking of this, Yan Ruyu hesitantly handed over a crystal clear jade whistle and told Zhou Feng. "If you're in distress, blow it, I can hear you."

Zhou Feng put the jade whistle away, and nodded obediently. "Um!"

The outsider Zhou Feng looked at his young self in a daze, he was lively and lively, not lifeless, and said that the other person believed it.

It turns out that in the lost memory, there is not only Xuan Zhe, but also Yan Ruyu.