After losing his memory, he was with his old enemy

The vines kept growing, and every time they entangled them, Qi Ling would tear them apart with his hands, but this was not a long-term solution.

The wound on Wu Nong's body was still bleeding, Qi Ling said anxiously when he saw this, "Take it off, I'll help you stop the bleeding."

Hearing this, Wu Nong was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Do you think the wound caused by the artifact is so casual?"

Qi Ling froze on the spot, "But if you go down now, before you get entangled by the vines, you..."

Wu Nong: "With such a little blood, I can't die."

In order to divert Qi Ling's attention from him, Wu Nong said: "Put the Xuanji fan away, don't take it out casually after telling me many times. Especially don't let outsiders see it."

Qi Ling came back to his senses, looked at the red light on the mysterious fan and said, "If this fan can be opened, can it deal with these vines?"

"Maybe." Wu Nong replied, "But don't even think about it."

Qi Ling whispered: "It's the one who told me to come here to find the glazed bow, and now it won't help me."

Wu Nong chuckled, "Are you fighting with a fan?"

Qi Ling didn't speak.

Wu Nong said again: "The artifact recognizes its owner, maybe...you can completely drive it when you remember the past."

Qi Ling put his fan away, and when he looked up again, he saw that the vine had already occupied half of the barrier, and then another vine wrapped itself around them, but this time Qi Ling couldn't pull them apart, instead, the more he struggled, the vine entangled them. Tighter.

Soon, there were faint red scuff marks on his ankle.

Wu Nong said, "Don't move."

Qi Ling stopped moving: "Brother Wu, it seems to be absorbing our spiritual power..."

Wu nodded.

"But..." Qi Ling stretched out his hand to support his head, and said, "But why do I feel dizzy? Is this a normal reaction?"

Wu Nong replied, "No."

Qi Ling was dizzy, looking at Wu Nong, there were several people's shadows, and said weakly: "Then you..."

Before he finished speaking, he fell straight to the side.

Wu Nong lasted a little longer than Qi Ling, but in the end he passed out just like Qi Ling because of blood loss and the spiritual power of the glazed bow that specifically restrained him.

The vines stopped growing and wrapped around them, emitting a faint golden light.

As soon as Qi Ling opened his eyes, he saw a huge peach blossom tree, the tree was covered with white flowers, and the fragrance emanating from it could be smelled even across a lake.

Occasionally, the wind blew by and a few peach petals fell down, Qi Ling groaned strangely in his heart, wasn't he in the enchantment of the glazed bow, why did he wake up in this place?

He lifted his steps, walked across the path made up of several stones on the lake, and came to the small island where the peach blossom tree was.

It is said to be a small island, but in fact it is only such a small area. With such a big peach tree planted, there is no room for anything else around it.

Qi Ling looked up at the peach tree silently for a moment, feeling the wind around him, and the moonlight shining through the blurred clouds.

Immediately afterwards, two faint phantoms appeared in her sight, and the phantoms became clearer and clearer, and finally turned into entities.

Qi Ling looked at the two children and froze in place for a moment.

The child in white clothes actually looked so similar to him, as if... that child was really him before.

The other kid in black clothes was Mozu. He had two horns growing on his head, and he was staring at the kid in white clothes sleeping under the tree without blinking.

"Get up!" The kid in black didn't seem very well-bred, or he didn't have a good relationship with the kid in white, so he directly straddled the kid in white without being polite at all.

The abdomen was being pressed, and the child in white quickly opened his eyes. He smiled, his eyebrows were curved and beautiful, and when he saw him, he said, "What's the matter?"

The kid in black said, "Teach me the fire technique!"

Qi Ling sighed in his heart: So the boy in white was asked to teach him spells, but his attitude was a bit off.

The white-clothed child was stunned for a moment, then smiled again, and said, "Okay, but before teaching Pyro, you have to check yesterday's homework."

The kid in black snorted and got off the kid in white.

Qi Ling thought to himself: The tone of this snort is somewhat similar to that of Wu Nong, there is always an unruliness in it.

The child in white waved his sleeves, and a target appeared under the peach blossom tree. He came to the shore and said, "Stand here, if you can aim at the peach blossom in the bull's-eye, I will teach you the fire technique."

The distance is not very far, but it is not easy to aim. The boy in black came to the place where the boy in white was standing, stretched out his hand, and a cloud of dark red spiritual power appeared on his hand. His eyes narrowed. Aim at the white peach blossom and let it go.

It's a pity that he didn't hit the target in the end, and even missed the target, almost hitting the peach tree trunk.

Many petals were shaken off the tree, and fell on the two of them like snow. The boy in black missed the shot, and shook off the petals in a fit of anger, pointing to the child in white's nose and saying, "You said you are really full!" I have nothing to do, what do I spend my spiritual power planting this peach tree! Is this broken tree more important than teaching me spells?"

Pointing to his nose, the child in white choked and didn't reply for a moment. After a while, he looked at the child in black and burst out laughing.

The kid in black stared blankly at his smile, and then snorted, "You only smile a few times in front of this peach tree. Other times you don't smile all day long."

The white-clothed child said: "If you learn obediently, I will smile at you all day long, but you are always disobedient. In front of those courtiers, I will naturally be stricter."

Hearing what he said again, the child in black put his hands on his ears, as if he couldn't hear him like this, he shook his head and shouted: "I won't listen! Quickly teach me the fire technique!"

The child in white: "I didn't pass the homework yesterday."

The kid in black: "..."

He drooped his head, thinking about something, suddenly ran over and kicked the peach tree hard, shaking off a lot of petals, he glared at the white-clothed child, and hummed: "If you don't teach, don't teach, I'll tell you!" Father, you don’t need to teach me anymore! Not only that, but also ask my father to cut down this broken tree for you, so that you can’t be so stingy again!”

Qi Ling thought: whose child is so rude?If he was the kid in white, he would definitely be beaten up.

After all, the kid in black was about to run away, but was stopped by the kid in white.

Seeing the child in white, Qi Ling sighed deeply, as if he was very helpless.He conjured up a bow and arrow in his hand, handed it to the boy in black, and said calmly: "If that's the case, let's teach it again. The skill of aiming is similar to that of archery. Stand still."

The child in black looked at the bow and arrow in his hand, hesitated for a few seconds, and finally chose to stay where he was.

He really wanted to learn pyrotechnics.

The child in white taught in his ear: "Aim your left shoulder at the target, stand with your feet shoulder-width apart."

While talking, he helped the kid in black adjust his position.

Both of them were very small, but the kid in black was half a head taller than the kid in white. Standing there, the kid in white looked like a little grown-up.

Seeing that the boy in black couldn't adjust well, he had no choice but to do it himself. He walked up behind the boy in black, held his hand from behind, and said, "Lean forward slightly, and hold your hand in the middle of the bow... …Three fingers pluck the strings…”

Qi Ling couldn't hear the words behind, he only saw that the child in black was not looking at the target, but secretly glanced at the child in white.

After a while, the arrow shot out, and the child in black came back to his senses suddenly, and saw that the arrow hit the pistil of the peach blossom.

A few more white petals fell from the peach blossom tree, Qi Ling's eyes turned white, and he slowly opened his eyes, feeling dizzy and aching.

He saw Wu Nong lying in front of him, stretched out his hand and pushed it a few times, "Brother Wu..."

Wu Nong opened his eyes, saw the vines behind Qi Ling, and shouted: "Be careful behind."

"Eh?" Qi Ling yelled, caught off guard by the vines entangled his waist and clenched his back. His hands and feet were entangled by the vines when he was unconscious, and he had no strength to break free at all.

In the next second, his heart ached, and the appearance of a bow and arrow appeared in his mind.

The whole body of the bow emits a golden light, and Qi Ling's intuition tells Qi Ling that this is the magical glass bow.

The speed of the vine's growth suddenly accelerated, and soon wrapped around Qi Ling's eyes, and at the same time took out the mysterious fan from his arms.

Qi Ling couldn't see the current situation, only heard Wu Nong say: "He is absorbing the spiritual power of the Xuanji Fan. Without the spiritual power, the dead soul inside cannot be suppressed."

Qi Ling struggled a few times and said, "But...uh..."

The vines absorbed the spiritual power of the mysterious fan and grew wildly. They blocked Qi Ling's mouth and kept probing at the edge of the barrier, as if they wanted to rush out.

Qi Ling's heart felt like a sharp pain, he felt himself trembling, and even bit those vines tightly in pain.

The spiritual power of the Xuanji Fan weakened, and the demonic black energy in his body began to clamor again: "The Xuanji Fan will not be able to suppress it anymore."

"You are the master, the backlash from Xuanji Fan will come back to you. You will finally taste the pain of backlash..."

"Use your blood! Your blood can suppress the glazed bow!"

"Shut up! Don't tell him!"

"You and I can't afford to offend the souls of the dead in the mysterious fan! They are the scariest thing when they come out!"

……

The voices in his head were still arguing, Qi Ling couldn't bite his lips with vines in his mouth, so he had to struggle with it getting louder.

There was already redness on his ankle, but now he twisted it like this, coupled with the tightening of the vines, the skin was quickly worn out, and a little blood oozes out.

The next second, those vines shrank back as if meeting a natural enemy, Qi Ling fell to the ground and groaned, seeing that Wu Nong was tied up, he wanted to go to rescue him.

Wu Nong: "Take out the mysterious fan first!"

Qi Ling was stunned for a moment, then turned to look for Xuanji Fan, he took a small bite on his finger, dripping blood on the vine.

Soon, Xuanji Fan returned to Qi Ling's hands.

This time, the mysterious fan was opened with only a slight turn, and he saw the scene of dead souls on it again.

Those dead souls shuttled between the mountains, rivers and Kyushu, they were very happy, they were waiting.

With the remaining spiritual power of Xuanji Fan, it is already difficult to suppress these dead souls.

Qi Ling closed the fan, but the fan was trembling in his hands. He saved Wu Nong first, and then continued to expel the vines with blood.

Wu Nong coughed, and the smell of blood spread from his mouth. He grabbed the fan from Qi Ling's hand and said, "There is another way."

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