After losing his memory, he was with his old enemy

Seeing Yang Pingzhu in Shen's house, Qi Ling expressed his surprise.

Yang Pingzhu never wanted to see Shen Changzhou, but now he helped Shen Changzhou take care of it, Qi Ling asked him: "Did you stay here voluntarily?"

Yang Pingzhu didn't nod, but he didn't shake his head, he just replied: "Madam Shen treats me well. No matter how indifferent Shen Changzhou looks, whether it's out of liking or loathing, he still has feelings for them."

To put it bluntly, I was worried that if he stayed here alone, he would do something impulsive.

Qi Ling sees through and doesn't tell the truth, knowing that although Yang Pingzhu hates Shen Changzhou on the surface, he still misses his old childhood love in his heart.After all, so many years have passed, and now that the truth of what happened back then is known, there is no need to let the grievances of the previous generation accumulate in my heart.

"There is only Shen Changzhou in Shen's house, where is his uncle?" Qi Ling remembered that after Shen Wan went to Huizhou, Shen Changzhou was sent to his uncle's house.

Yang Pingzhu shook his head, "Brother Qi, the Shen family is now in such a state of desperation, do you think there is any benefit in getting involved with the Shen family? When the news of Shen Wan's death came back to Xuntang, they immediately severed ties with the Shen family." .”

Qi Ling understood, and looked out the door calmly.

Yang Pingzhu asked: "Brother Qi, someone came down to Qianhe Mountain to look for you, why didn't you return to Qianhe Mountain? Where did you go after so many days?"

"..." Qi Ling himself didn't know, he was injured and Wu Nong didn't take him to find the master, but went to such an unknown place.

At this time, Shen Changzhou came in from outside the house after talking with Wu Nong.

Qi Ling couldn't see Wu Nong's eyes clearly, but felt that his state was a little different from when he came here.

"Directly go back to Qianhe Mountain." Wu Nong walked to the edge of Qi Ling, and Qi Ling preemptively pinched him to avoid being hugged again in front of Yang Pingzhu.

He can stand up obviously.

Yang Pingzhu glanced at Shen Changzhou calmly.

"You should go back too." Shen Changzhou picked up the plate of pastries on the table and put it in front of his parents' spiritual tablet, lit incense again, and kowtowed a few times in front of him.

Yang Pingzhu: "You..."

Shen Changzhou didn't get up after kowtowing, he knelt down and looked at the spiritual tablet in the center of the hall, he didn't make a sound, and didn't look back.

This time down the mountain, Yang Pingzhu also obeyed the order of his master, and he should go back immediately after finishing.It wasn't his parents who died, so he had no reason to stay any longer.

"..." Yang Pingzhu clenched the sword in his hand and stepped out.

After there was no movement behind him, Shen Changzhou slowly stood up and turned to look at the empty courtyard.

In such a short period of time, the sky began to drizzle.

The wind doesn't seem to be so cold when it blows, mixed with the seemingly absent spring.

Winter is finally coming to an end.

Back at Qianhe Mountain, Qi Ling went to ask his master to return his order first, but it was Song Deng who was waiting for him in the hall.

"The head of the sect has gone to retreat."

"Retreat..." Qi Ling murmured in his heart: It's not long since he left the retreat, why is he retreating again?

Song Deng threw over a volume of books and a pair of scrolls, "This is what your master asked me to give you."

Qi Ling recognized the painting, it was shown to him by his master before he left for Jiangnan.

Song Deng: "He wanted me to ask you, Jiangnan and his party, did you see anything or remember anything?"

"Eh?" Qi Ling was stunned for a moment, and began to recall what he had experienced, "Remember..."

"It's fine if you don't think about it." Song Deng said with an impatient expression on his face that he hurriedly explained the matter to him, "I told you to look at the paintings when you are free."

Qi Ling was confused: "Looking at the painting?"

Song Deng snorted, "Who knows what this old man thinks? He usually keeps this painting hidden from me, but now he is giving it to you so generously."

Qi Ling: "What's so mysterious about this painting?"

"No." Song Deng replied very simply, "It's just an ordinary picture scroll. If there is nothing else, you can just step back first. Xuntang and his party have worked hard."

Qi Ling thought to himself: I just offended him when we first met, and I made him remember it for so long.

With his ability to chase away customers, it seems that he doesn't want to see himself more for a moment.

Qi Ling was very tactful, and he didn't flinch too much from his eyes, and he was about to go out after saluting.

"Hold on."

Qi Ling's footsteps pressed against the wound, and he gasped.Xindao Dean Song and Shizun really look alike, they like to say half of what they say, and then call people back.

He turned back hesitantly, always feeling that it would not be a good thing.

Song Deng: "Liuli Bow's re-recognition of the master is well known in the world. Other sects have asked for an interview many times, and it is difficult for the head to refuse. You should prepare."

Qi Ling: "Huh?"

"I want you to show off the glazed bow. The fairy talk will be held in ten days." Song Deng said coldly, "But you know, under such circumstances, there will inevitably be people with ulterior motives. The glazed bow is a magical weapon, remember to protect it."

Qi Ling finally came to his senses, and knew that it would be no good to stop him: "...disciple knows."

Compared with the Immortal Talk, what puzzled Qi Ling the most was the painting that Master gave him.

After returning to Wuding Peak, Chu Zhijian and Chu Yuer came to see him and asked him why he hadn't returned to Qianhe Mountain, but Wu Nong happened to be outside the house, so he prevaricated.

"How could it be okay? Xiao Jiu, the second senior brother said that your spiritual power is disordered...how could this be?"

Thinking about Chu Yu'er's words, Qi Ling raised his eyes to look at Wu Nong: "What does Sixth Senior Sister mean by saying this?"

"..." Wu Nong didn't say a word.

"Speak." Qi Ling frowned, and his voice was somewhat sullen.

"..." Wu Nong was stared at by Qi Ling, knowing that he couldn't escape, he said, "There are two kinds of spiritual power in your body."

Qi Ling was startled, and opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by Wu Nong in advance, "The two spiritual powers are opposite, but there seems to be no contradiction in your body, it was only disrupted because you were injured."

"Can it be cured?" Qi Ling asked.

"Do you want to be cured?" Wu Nong never told the high priest about it, and this is what he accidentally learned from someone else a long time ago, "Maybe it can't be cured, it's very difficult, you have to keep yourself from getting hurt, otherwise the spiritual power will be destroyed." Backfire on you."

"..." Qi Ling was silent, Wu Nong thought he was disappointed when he heard the news that he could not be cured, but he didn't expect him to say: "Then how did you cure me these few days?"

Wu Nong was startled.

Qi Ling's voice trembled slightly, "Use your spiritual power to forcibly deal with these two spiritual powers?"

Wu Nong nodded, "At that time, there is no other way. Even if you find the head, he..."

"?!"

The person on him couldn't stand still, Wu Nong subconsciously supported him, and then he heard him say in a low voice, "I'm sorry."

Qi Ling hugged Wu Nong tightly, thinking that it's no wonder that Wu Nong's health was so poor in those few days, it turns out that while infusing him with spiritual power, he also had to deal with the disordered spiritual power in his body.

"There's nothing to be sorry about." Wu Nong also lowered his voice.

All this he owed to the high priest.

He pushed the high priest to death so many times, and only one remedy is enough?

Qi Ling's feet hurt again, Wu Nong put him down, and asked, "Master retreat, what are your plans for the next few days?"

"Principal Song said that there will be an immortal meeting in a few days, probably because he is afraid that people will covet the glazed bow, so he told me to be more on guard." Qi Ling picked up the book on the side, and it seemed that there were ordinary magic formulas written in it, "Master Ask me to study this."

Wu Nong took it over and flipped through a few pages, then tossed it aside.

Qi Ling yelled, but it was too late to pick him up, he said angrily, "Why did you lose it?"

Wu Nong: "Reading is so boring, I'll teach you."

Qi Ling couldn't help but feel a shudder when he thought of Wu Nong's previous offer to teach him how to control the sword.Seeing him like this, Wu Nong knew that he was afraid of Yu Jian, and said, "I won't teach Yu Jian this time."

He took out a medicine bottle from his arms and changed Qi Ling's medicine.

Qi Lingzhi said: "Didn't they just change today?"

Wu Nong managed to apply the medicine himself, Qi Ling shook his feet and wanted to withdraw his consciousness, but Wu Nong grabbed him, "Don't move around."

"..." Qi Ling glanced at the book lying on the ground in the distance again, and picked up the scroll.

Wu Nong didn't know where to get that medicine, but after applying it on his feet, he couldn't feel any pain at all.

"What are you looking at?" Wu Nong asked.

"Ah?" Qi Ling came back to his senses, the person in that painting couldn't see the face clearly, and he didn't know what the master wanted him to think.Hearing Wu Nong's question, he showed him the scroll and said, "Master gave it to you, can you see anything?"

Wu Nong took the scroll, and when he saw the two people on it, he was in a daze for a moment.

Qi Ling looked at him sideways, but didn't notice any strangeness in him, "Can you see anything?"

Wu Nong shook his head.

"Oh..." Qi Ling stared at the scroll again, only to see Wu Nong go out when he raised his head, "What are you going to do?"

"Have you forgotten my identity?" Wu Nong picked up the broom beside him.

Suddenly, Qi Ling said with a smile: "It's not good for you to pretend to be someone else, but to pretend to be a foreign repairman who sweeps the floor."

Wu Nong: "Are you laughing at me?"

"No, no..." Qi Ling could see the unkindness in his eyes, and didn't want to annoy him and make himself suffer.

"..." Wu Nong stared at him for a while, before leaving, he said, "Just sit here and don't move around, I'll call you for dinner."

"Ah?" Qi Ling dissatisfied: "You just let me sit here?"

After speaking, Wu Nong thought for a while, and brought Qi Ling the books on the opposite shelf.

The high priest loves to read books, and it should be no exception after losing his memory.

Qi Ling actually didn't want to read it, but Wu Nong was sweeping the floor outside the house and watching him at any time, and he didn't dare to wander around in the house, so he could only flip through the books in a regular manner.

There are many kinds of books, some about the history of the comprehension world, and some about the practice of magic.

Qi Ling reads books very quickly, and remembers them firmly, and he can recite seven or eight points after reading it once.

When Wu Nong called him for dinner, he saw that he was still reading a book.

"Ruoqing..." Qi Ling thought the name was familiar, but couldn't remember where he heard it.

Wu Nong walked to Qi Ling's side, and suddenly heard this name, his hands were unsteady, and the bowl fell heavily on the table.

Qi Ling was startled back to his senses, seeing that something was wrong with him, he asked: "You know her? This book has been torn up here, and the rest of it has been torn up."

It looks like it's trying to hide something.

"..." While arranging the bowls and chopsticks, Wu Nong avoided Qi Ling's sight, and said, "Song Ruoqing, a saint of the human race, was snatched by the human race more than 100 years ago, and she disappeared without knowing her life or death."

"She, like you, can drive ancient artifacts."