After losing his memory, he was with his old enemy

one year later.

The snow that lasted for many days finally stopped, and many plum trees were planted in a small area beside the Xuntang. The plum blossoms on the top were in full bloom, and the setting sun shone down, reflecting the surrounding white snow into the color of dusk.

Not long after the new year, the usual calm returned after a short period of excitement. A few children were pushing and running on the cold street, turning a corner and stopping suddenly.The child behind couldn't stop the car and almost ran into it, "Why did you stop suddenly?"

The child at the front stayed where he was, staring at one direction intently, then turned around, covered his mouth and whispered, "That man, he's dressed so strangely..."

The rest of the children also saw the one he mentioned, and hugged each other, "He can't be a bad guy, can he?"

"Ah! He's here, run!"

As soon as the words were finished, a few children rushed out like flying, passing by the sleeves of the "bad guy" in black, with a gust of wind, the light veil of the black bamboo hat was raised.

"Er Ding, run fast, go to Brother Yuan, tell him that a bad guy is coming, and tell him to run him away!"

The children huddled and patted away, and the man in black stood where they were. After their voices died down, he stretched out his hand to lift his bamboo hat, and narrowed his eyes in the direction they were running.

Brother Yuan...

After thinking about it in his heart, he stepped up and followed in that direction.

"Brother Yuan!"

"Brother Yuan! We have a villain here, you go and fight him away!" Er Ding was the first to rush to the destination, seeing that there was no one around the shop, he rushed into the house without any scruples to find someone.

Fan Ji heard the movement, quickly put away the things in his hands, and stuffed them under the quilt behind him.

Er Ding opened the door, saw his "Brother Yuan", and threw himself on him anxiously.

Fan Ji frowned displeased.

Er Ding realized that he didn't like being in such close contact with people, so he immediately bounced off him, and stood upright by the side, "Brother Yuan, I'm sorry, it's that bad guy...that bad guy..."

"What villain?" Fan Ji got up, and stuffed the things behind him inward again.

Er Ding tilted his head, saw Fan Ji walking out, and stared blankly at the place where he had been sitting.

"Follow." Fan Ji dropped this sentence lightly.

"Oh, here we come." Er Ding took advantage of him to leave, and sneaked over to lift the quilt, and saw a painting hidden by brother Yuan inside. On the painting was a man in white clothes. The man was beautiful and smiled lightly. Sleeping soundly under a huge white peach tree.

This painting is realistic, and the beauties inside seem to be alive, causing people to have infinite reverie.

Fan Ji urged again, Er Ding put away the painting and put it back, and hurried out to lead the way for Fan Ji, "Brother Yuan is over there... Ah, Brother Yuan followed him!"

As Er Ding said, he subconsciously clenched Fan Ji's clothes and hid behind him.

Fan Ji sighed softly, "Don't be afraid." He raised his eyes to look at the person in Erding's mouth.

The cold wind was blowing, and he seemed to see the man shivering imperceptibly.

I saw the person under the bamboo hat quietly standing there, neither coming forward nor this time, as if he was fixed by something.

Fan Ji also followed for a long time, feeling that this person was a bit weird, he frowned slightly, and couldn't help asking: "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

Then he clearly saw that when he said the first sentence, the figure under the bamboo hat moved slightly.

Fan Ji had an indescribable feeling in his heart: "...Speak!"

"..." Qi Ling raised his head, looked at the silk banner beside the shop, and silently read the words on it: "Plum, flower, crisp..."

He lowered his head and slightly raised the corners of his mouth.

No wonder along the way, there are more plum trees in this place than before.Every plant is blooming brightly, dancing in the snow.It can be seen that a lot of thought and care were drawn.

He took a step back and sat down on the stool beside him unhurriedly, still without saying a word.

Er Ding looked up at Fan Ji, and whispered, "Brother Yuan..."

"..." Fan Ji finds this person more and more strange, but also feels more and more like an old friend.

Er Ding: "Brother Yuan, why are you shaking? Is it cold?"

Fan Ji finally looked away from Qi Ling, and said, "Look, he's just a person who wants to eat my plum blossom cake."

Erding glanced at Qi Ling again in trepidation, then turned back immediately, and muttered: "Mother asked me to buy some plum blossom crisps, and Meier Dahu and the others, they will catch up and buy them later."

Fan Ji glanced at that place again, turned around and went back to make plum blossom crisps.

Qi Ling raised his head and kept looking at him.

Fan Ji: "..."

It's not that he hasn't been stared at like this before. Those children are curious about how he makes plum blossom crisps, and they will lie on the sidelines to watch him do it, but it's all to see him use his spiritual power to knead the dough.

Their place is small, so when a cultivator who can use spiritual power comes out, every family will come to watch.After a long time, everyone passed this novelty, and they lived as usual, only those children would go to him to see spiritual power when they had nothing to do, and imagined that they would also cultivate immortals in the future.

"Brother Yuan, why doesn't he use spiritual power today?" While he was making the dough, the remaining children also ran up. They were startled when they saw the man in black sitting on the seat, but when they saw Brother Yuan doing it again. Dough, put the matter aside.

Even with Brother Yuan around, the bad guy didn't dare to do anything.

Fan Ji kneaded the dough with his hands, grabbed a handful of powder and sprinkled it on it, powdering his clothes.

Several children laughed at him: "Brother Yuan is so stupid."

Fan Ji frowned slightly, and resisted the anger of being called stupid, and continued with the dough: "..."

Qi Ling also bent his eyebrows and looked at him quietly.

I haven't seen you for a year, and the lord has changed a lot. He is no longer the young lord who would get angry at will.

Fan Ji made peace, and looked out again.Just when a gust of wind came over, it blew up the veil on the man's bamboo hat. Looking at it from his angle, he just met the man's eyes for a moment.

pat!

The bowl containing the water was overturned, part of it got on the dough, and the rest wet the clothes.

Meier muttered, "Brother Yuan is not paying attention."

Er Ding: "Brother Yuan's clothes are wet."

"Brother Yuan?"

They looked in the direction Fan Ji had been looking at, and saw nothing but the "bad guy".

"Brother Yuan..." The children were puzzled. Seeing that he had been standing there in a daze without wiping off his wet clothes, they asked, "What's wrong with you? Did that bad guy bully you?"

"..." Qi Ling pursed his lips and lowered his head, clenched his hands in his sleeves.

He saw it.

"Brother Yuan, your dough..." The child found a dry cloth to wipe his clothes, and looked at the dough with some pity.

"Nothing." Fan Ji was stunned for a long time before suppressing the emotion in his heart, turned around and filled the plum blossom cakes that he had already made for the children, "Brother Yuan remembered something today...I made these in the morning, Take it first, and eat it quickly."

The child gave him the silver, ran away with a smile, and said, "I see, the plum blossom cakes made by Brother Yuan are so delicious, Auntie, Apa, and I each took one bite, and they finished eating in no time."

After a few people left, there were only two people left on this side, Fan Ji looked there a few more times with red eyes, and the bamboo hat blocked the man's face, so he had no way of knowing his expression.

It's all here, why don't you say a word?

He is now the face of Demon Venerable Fan Ji, after the high priest loses his memory, he should not be able to recognize him...

Maybe I just passed by and happened to come to buy a plum blossom crisp.

Now the entire cultivation world is arresting Wu Nong and Qi Ling, there are arrest warrants and patrolling people everywhere, they are a small place, and there are not so many people in the cultivation world, so this is not taken seriously, so there are no patrolling people .

He escaped from Qianhe Mountain a year ago and was in a coma for several days. It took half a month before he got the news of Qi Ling's disappearance.He wanted to find Qi Ling, but at that time he couldn't even get the spiritual power of Yu Jian, let alone find him.

The news from Qianhe Mountain said that when Qi Ling and Wu Nong made friends, they didn't know that he was from the Mozu, and his disappearance was because the Mozu escaped and then returned, killing the unconscious Qi Ling. Robbed.

This catastrophe is one year.

Everyone in the world scolded Wu Nong to the ground, but they didn't know that this demon clan named Wu Nong had also been looking for Qi Ling.And at that time, he didn't have the ability to go back at all.

Where will the high priest go?

He originally wanted to go back to the Demon Race to have a look, but he knew that once he went back, he would no longer be able to come out so easily.He was afraid that the high priest would never restore his memory, and he would never go back to the Demon Race.

His injuries were so severe at that time, there was no news, and his life and death were uncertain.

Fan Ji thought to himself, let's keep it in the human world, and one day he will find the high priest.

He found a place to stay, which was the place where he and Qi Ling celebrated the New Year at that time. Few people knew about it, and the people inside rarely went out, so there was no need to worry about it.

He stayed for a year, and he was afraid that if he went to the high priest, he would miss him, so he would look for a long, long time.

But what if the high priest doesn't come to him?

Fan Ji also thought about this, if the high priest didn't come to him, then he wouldn't look for him either.

If he didn't come to look for him, he must know that he has been pretending to be Wu Nong to lie to him, so he must be sad.

Whether it's Fan Ji or Wu Nong, they will make Qi Ling angry and make him sad.

If that's the case, then he won't see Qi Ling again.

The idea of ​​Qi Ling being angry with himself has almost been firmly fixed in his mind for the past year.

But now, the person he had been thinking about appeared in front of his eyes.

He didn't say a word, just sat there quietly.

Unlike Qi Ling who has lost his memory, he is more like a high priest, with few words.

The wind blew again, and he heard the man sneezed.

Afraid of the cold, this is like Qi Ling, but also like the high priest.

"Plum Blossom Crisp." The person under the bamboo hat opened his mouth, and with a slight smile and nostalgic tone, he said softly, "Let me wait so long..."

He finally stretched out a hand from between his sleeves, slowly lifted the tulle, and stared fixedly at Fan Ji's watery eyes with curved eyebrows.

"Business, do you want to do it?"