After losing his memory, he was with his old enemy

Outside a temple in Wuding Peak, two people in outer training uniforms were talking about what happened at the Immortal Conference without any shyness.

"There are only four peaks left in Qianhe Mountain. The evil fire somehow couldn't be extinguished. It burned for three full days, and now Baiyang Peak has also been destroyed."

"I've heard people say that it's the flame technique of the demons. Could it be easily destroyed?"

"Demon Race?!" The woman was surprised, "How could Qianheshan run into the Demon Race?"

"Such a big thing... what have you been doing every day? This is why the head of the sect left the customs early this time. The Demon Race revealed its identity at the Fairy Conference, and all the heads joined forces to release He caught it. It's just that the demons are very cunning, and they escaped somehow. But he was seriously injured, so he probably couldn't run far."

Woman: "Brother, who is that demon clan? I don't know me, do you?"

"Not only do you know each other, but everyone in the Linyang sect knows it." The man lowered his voice, "...it's the person next to Qi Ling."

"It's Wu Nong?!" The woman raised her voice and quickly covered her mouth when she realized something was wrong.

Man: "Shh—keep your voice down."

"Ah, brother, I'm wrong, don't hit me... Hey, that..." The woman saw a white figure kneeling in front of the hall from afar, she was stunned, and said in surprise, "It's Qi... Ugh!"

"Don't talk, let's go." The man covered the woman's mouth in time and led her around.

The surroundings became quiet again, Qi Ling clenched his sleeves tightly, his lowered eyes moved slightly.

They said Wu Nong... No, it should be the Lord.

His lord, he was seriously injured and escaped from Qianhe Mountain.

Did you go back to the Demon Realm...

Qi Ling closed his eyes, the injuries on his body were still not fully healed, he was summoned here just after waking up after being in a coma for seven days, and knelt for an hour outside the hall where the coldness of early spring had not subsided, he was a little unable to hold on.

At this moment, the door of the main hall finally opened.

Qi Ling paused for a moment, then slowly raised his head, and saw the head of the Linyang School coming out, with emotions that he couldn't see through those calm eyes.

Just like when he showed him the picture scroll.

The master's tone was cold: "Come in." After speaking, he immediately turned and entered the hall.

It took Qi Ling a lot of effort to stand up, hold the door to enter the hall, and immediately got a sentence: "Kneel down."

Before he could kneel down by himself, the sect master hit him on the knee, and Qi Ling hit the ground heavily: "Um..."

"Cough cough...cough..." Qi Ling coughed continuously, and the fishy smell came out of his mouth again, but he endured them one by one: "Master..."

In addition to the head of the Linyang Sect, there are also other sect heads in the hall, all of whom participated in the Immortal Talk three days ago.

Qi Ling knelt silently, feeling strange and accusing eyes from them: "..."

The master asked: "Where did the mysterious fan come from?"

"..." Qi Ling tasted the bloody taste in his own mouth, and replied: "Phaseless Sanyuan Pan... Dongshi, there... eh..."

Qi Ling covered his mouth, and when he let go, the blood dripped on the ground through his fingers.He trembled, knelt upright, and looked down at his hands.

The scar on his palm was not made by himself.

"Qi Xianjun, you have the Xuanji Fan, why didn't you tell me earlier? You know that although this fan is powerful, the dead souls inside are not something you can control!" Yuan Chen stood up first, clutching his heart and said: "You Injured my disciple to this point, we know that the meridians in his body are cut off, and he can no longer cultivate immortality!"

"This matter cannot be left alone!"

"..." Qi Ling was stunned, then looked at his hand again.

He was unconscious and had no memory of what he had done.Was he the one who destroyed Yu Feng's meridians?

"Qi Xianjun, you hurt Yu Feng, who is from the same family as Baiyangfeng, and you are with the demon clan..."

The headmaster suddenly raised his hand, motioning for people to be quiet.

"What is the meaning of the sect master?" Someone said: "Could it be that he is planning to protect him because he is the master of the artifact? What position do you put the lives of those dead disciples?"

The head of the sect fixed his eyes on Qi Ling for a second, then left immediately, raised his eyes and said: "He's not healed yet, I can't persuade you to call him here by force, do you want him to come here just to keep him on his knees?" , and blame him blindly?"

He said these words flatly, without any emotion, but it was just like this that made people feel the anger all over his body from the lines.

The Linyang faction became the number one sect in the world. Apart from its possession of divine weapons, the strength of the sect leader should not be underestimated.

As soon as he said this, everyone closed their mouths, and no one dared to speak for fear of offending him.

"...Master." Qi Ling opened his mouth and said, "Wu Nong him..."

Sect Leader: "He is a Demon Race."

Qi Ling: "..."

He knew that Wu Nong was the Demon Venerable Fan Ji, and he was the Venerable Master. He just wanted to ask how he was doing, whether he was seriously injured and escaped from Qianhe Mountain as the two foreign cultivators said.

The headmaster seemed to know what he meant, and added: "He was forced to activate the spell while his spiritual power was locked by the golden silk, and he was injured and escaped from Qianhe Mountain." At the end, he asked quietly: " Qi Ling, do you know his identity?"

Qi Ling suddenly paused, and finally shook his head.

"..." The sect leader looked at Qi Ling for a long time, but he couldn't see clearly the expression covered by his broken hair.After a long time, he said to everyone in the hall: "Let's come here today."

"Sect Leader Linyang, what do you mean?" Yuan Chen said dissatisfiedly, "Yu Feng's meridians are all destroyed, so you're going to let it go like this..."

"When did I say I would let him go?" The head's eyes dimmed, and his voice became cold: "Sect head Yuan Chen, there are some things that everyone knows in their hearts, if you keep chasing him so hard, then don't blame me for being rude. With so many people in the hall, you don’t want bad news to spread, do you?”

"You..." Yuan Chen's complexion suddenly changed, he pointed at the head of the sect and couldn't say what he said for a long time, wondering if he knew something.

The sect master closed his eyes, and issued an order to expel the guests: "Qi Ling is a disciple of the Linyang Sect, and also my disciple. It is true that he hid the mystery fan privately, but the accident at the Fairy Forum was not because of him. Rushing to convict him, but what do you want to get from him?"

No one in the hall made a sound for a moment, and his mind was punctured. His first reaction was to not speak, pretending that what he said had nothing to do with him.

"What's the meaning of Sect Master Lin Yang?" A man who couldn't hold his breath said, "Do you think we are going to do something to Qi Xianjun?"

The head of the sect slowly opened his eyes, his indifferent gaze was like a piercing weapon, quietly falling on the speaker, he paused every word: "Could it be, isn't it?"

"This..." The man was terrified by the look, took a step back and didn't speak again.

Qi Ling knelt on the ground, all his thoughts were on keeping himself from falling down, and he only heard intermittently that the master seemed to be defending himself.

After the heads of the various factions left, there were only two heads of Qi Ling left in the hall.

"Get up." The sect master bent down to help him, Qi Ling was stunned for a moment, then grabbed his hand and got up.

His knees were trembling, he endured the pain, and said: "Master...cough cough...disciple..."

"Don't talk." The sect master didn't let go of Qi Ling's hand, and Qi Ling immediately realized that he was infusing himself with spiritual power.

Qi Ling: "Master, no..."

He tried for a while but couldn't break free, and judging by Master's expression, it didn't seem like he would change his decision easily.Qi Ling endured it silently, and after a stick of incense, the pain was indeed gone.

Qi Ling: "Thank you, Master."

"Am I still your master?" The sect master withdrew his hand and stared at Qi Ling indifferently.

Qi Ling was stunned for a moment, raised his head, met his eyes, and quickly moved away: "Master... what is the meaning of this?"

"You don't have to play dumb with me." The head said: "You should have expected everything you can see on the Wuxiang Sanyuan Disk. Right? Qi Ling."

"Master." Qi Ling paused, "You know about me..."

"Predict the bloodline." The headmaster waved his hand, and a mirror appeared in front of them. After the picture inside was clear, Qi Ling said: "Mysterious Fan..."

The Xuanji Fan was bounded by several barriers and bound by many golden threads, making it look extremely unstable.

Qi Ling: "When did Master know that I am Song Ruoqing's child?"

The leader said faintly: "First look."

Qi Ling was stunned.

The master: "Song Deng said that you can predict his moves. I doubted it. Later, Wuding Peak saw you for the first time..." He conjured up a painting in his hand, and the woman in the painting was Qi Ling's memory. In Song Ruoqing's appearance, "You don't look like her, if I say I recognize you, it's based on my intuition, based on my understanding of her..."

He looked at Qi Ling: "Do you believe it?"

"...Believe." Qi Ling thought for a while and said, "Intuition, if I were a master, I would also believe in intuition."

He used his foreknowledge to see that every time his mother was mentioned, Master's indifferent eyes would be different.There is always a lot of guilt and nostalgia that cannot be suppressed.

Qi Ling: "The relationship between Master and my mother..."

"Don't think about it." The head said: "Ruoqing and I are just friends, from the beginning to the end, he treats me as an elder brother, and so do I."

Qi Ling bowed: "It's the disciple who overstepped."

Head: "When do you plan to leave?"

Qi Ling was stunned: "Let's go? What's the meaning of this?"

"Ruoqing fell in love with a demon clan back then." The head of the sect said calmly, "I haven't found that child after searching for so many years in all the families of the immortal sect, it's nothing more than going to the demon clan."

"Is that so, High Priest?"

Qi Ling wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth: "..."

Master has always known his identity, but has been holding back.He also knew about his mother's past, and knew that he was in the Demon Race, but he kept it from those people.

"I've said that, haven't you decided to leave yet?" The head said, "This place is not suitable for you. I couldn't protect Ruoqing back then, and I can't protect you now either."

Forcibly exiting the customs, he himself has suffered a lot of backlash. If those masters really join hands, he may not be able to defeat him.

"The Wu Nong you are looking for... should be called Mozun Fan Ji now, he, aren't you going to find him?"

"I'm looking for it." Qi Ling said firmly, "He's injured, I'm looking for it."

"That's good. The Linyang Sect shouldn't stay for a long time. Even if your body hasn't recovered, you have to leave tonight. As for the Xuanji Fan, you can't use it yet, so seal it in the Soul Pagoda."

Qi Ling: "Master, I have a question."

The master looked at him and remained silent.

Qi Ling hesitated for a while, then moved his Adam's apple: "Do you hate the demons?"

The sect leader didn't answer right away, but said after a while: "With the bloodline of prediction, can't you see clearly?" After saying that, he turned around and left, leaving only Qi Ling in the hall.

Qi Ling's eyes fell out of the window, the moonlight was dim, and he thought to himself that he had stayed in this palace for so long.

When he lost his memory, he thought that the master hated the demons, otherwise why would he use the remaining spiritual power of his mother to drive the glazed bow to kill the master.But the scene he saw just now was not like this.

Master's feelings for the demons are covered by a thick layer of clouds, making it impossible to see clearly.

But if he thought about it, he shouldn't hate it.

Otherwise, neither he nor the Lord, who were seriously injured, could get out of Qianhe Mountain alive.