subordinates dare not

Coming out of the meditation hall, Meng Fuyuan already had an idea in his mind.

Judging from the current situation, there are no more than two paths.If you want to delve into the clue of Linghao Pavilion, then go to Ezhou, if you want to get rid of the ruins of the Demon War, then go to Xuzhou.

But Meng Fuyuan did not forget that before he suspected that Chao Zixuan planned himself and finally led everyone in Wuwei Villa to leave without saying goodbye, now he wants to visit Pavilion Master Chao again and ask Shen Zhuo about Shen Zhuo's life from him, not to mention the embarrassment of meeting Embarrassed, even if he was shy to ask, Chao Zixuan was unwilling to tell the truth, fearing that it would be useless, so Meng Fuyuan readily decided to go to Xuzhou first.

But this does not mean that the news from Ezhou Linghao Pavilion is completely ignored. Meng Fuyuan thought twice and decided to let Ming Er, who is in charge of the Ezhou intelligence network, go to Ezhou alone to collect possible useful clues for him.

At the end of June, the weather was getting hotter and steaming, but Wuwei Villa didn't dare to slack off a bit and kept going non-stop along the way.

It's not the first time to come to Qianluan Mountain, the site of the battle against demons. Meng Fuyuan has obviously shown that he is familiar with the road, but this time, Meng Fuyuan didn't pull Huo Yi to jump off the cliff without any danger and twist his feet. On the contrary, he planned to start from the root.So Master Meng started his old business. He first ordered the shadow guards to buy a house at the foot of the mountain to live in, and then read the ancient books on Wuwei Villa formations for many days. Here, it took a whole month of effort to finally completely break the formation.

In this way, the shadow guards can pass through unimpeded when they enter the formation, and if they unite as one, they might get twice the result with half the effort.

It was mid-July.

Meng Fuyuan led Huo Yi for a walk on Qianluan Mountain, and asked Huo Yi to draw the area that the shadow guards would search while walking, and asked Huo Yi to write it down and distribute it to each shadow guard.

Huo Yi was afraid of Meng Fuyuan's heatstroke, so he held an umbrella in one hand to cover only Meng Fuyuan, and held up a folding fan with the other hand to fan Meng Fuyuan, following suit. The son of the rich family and the heartless younger brother around him."

Huo Yi just smiled faintly when he heard this, and Meng Fuyuan still "pointed at a deer as a horse".

Knowing that the other party is a real boring gourd, Meng Fuyuan also guessed Huo Yihui's reaction. His thoughts returned to the secrets that might be hidden in the ruins of the battle against demons. , secretly said: "I will dig three feet into the ground, and I will dig out the secrets in this mountain."

On the second day, Huo Yi and the others watched in astonishment as Meng Fuyuan prepared a pair of hoes for the shadow guards in Wuwei Villa.

Huo Yi: "..."

Meng Fuyuan looked very serious, "The ancients said that where there is a will, there is a way. The foolish policeman can move mountains, but the shadow guards of Wuwei Villa can't do things."

If the old villa owner knew that Meng Fuyuan had asked the shadow guards of Wuwei Villa who were protecting him to dig three feet into the ground to dig for clues, he would probably jump out of the coffin in anger.

Meng Fuyuan also knew that his method looked ridiculous and stupid, but he really couldn't think of a better method at the moment, so he could only try it as a dead horse as a living horse doctor. The Demon Cult only had more than a year left in the world, so Meng Fuyuan didn't dare to do it. Take it lightly.He specially told the shadow guard,

From one side of the mountain to the other side of the mountain, one mu of land must not be spared, and we must not relax. The sooner the work is completed, the sooner the hoe in hand can be put down and the sword can be regained.

After all, when winter enters in December, the sky is freezing and the snow is accumulating in January, which makes it even more inconvenient to move.

Of course, Meng Fuyuan himself couldn't be free. He spent a lot of effort on this trip, and finally brought out all the prophecy transcripts. Secret letters about Shen Zhuo's deeds, trying to find some clues.

Time passed quietly, and when it came to December, Ming Er wrote a letter, saying that his subordinates had found out that Shen Zhuo's sister was named Shen Ying.

This name is so familiar, Meng Fuyuan intuited that his mother might have the same name as it, but he was not sure, just in case, he had to find a way to confirm it. Meng Fuyuan thought hard for a long time, and finally found a picture from his barren memory. When I remembered my father, I saw a portrait written by my father in the relics. In the portrait, a woman was sitting on the ground, playing the piano alone. There was an inscription on the upper right of the picture, which probably meant mourning for my wife’s masterpiece. Maybe that portrait , there is the mother's name.

Not daring to delay any longer, Meng Fuyuan wrote a letter and asked Shiliu to check it out for him.

Sixteen's letter was quickly sent to Meng Fuyuan's hands. When he opened it, there were only four words on it, "my wife Shen Ying."

Meng Fuyuan frowned, sure enough, he and Bian Qingyu guessed right.

Shen Zhuo's elder sister is his mother.

Things started to get weird.

Meng Fuyuan had never delved into the matter of his amnesia before. Although it was indeed suspicious, he thought that the restoration of the Demon Cult was imminent, and he had no time to worry about all kinds of doubts about himself, but he did not expect that he and Shen Zhuo even had this Layer relationships are in it.This forced Zhuangzhu Meng, who had been concentrating on tracking down the traces of the Demon Cult, to start caring about his past and most of the memories that had been lost for more than 100 years.

What kind of serious illness had caused him to lose his memory?What is in the lost memory?

Meng Fuyuan thought to no avail, so he had no choice but to ask. He suddenly began to doubt the cause of his memory loss. He still remembered that his memory loss was due to an inexplicable serious illness 100 years ago.

Meng Fuyuan simply went to ask Huo Yi.

Huo Yi also thought for a long time before he said uncertainly: "I remember that I just passed the assessment of the shadow guards of Wuwei Villa more than 100 years ago. Not long after entering the villa, I only met the owner a few times, and soon received the invitation from the owner. According to the news of leaving the manor, the owner did not return for several years, and finally the old housekeeper took the owner back in person, but at that time the owner had already collapsed and slept for half a year before waking up. The doctor doesn't know what kind of disease the owner is suffering from."

Meng Fuyuan frowned, "Where is the old housekeeper?"

Huo Yi replied, "The old butler hasn't formed a pill yet. He has passed away for more than 100 years, and he has long passed away."

Meng Fuyuan frowned, "So there is no evidence for this matter?"

Huo Yi murmured, "Maybe." He thought for a while and added: "Don't worry, owner, I will find a way to find out about this matter."

Meng Fuyuan waved his hand, vetoing the other party's proposal, "You dig all the places that should be dug in Qianluan Mountain first, and then talk about it."

Huo Yi: "..."

Meng Fuyuan went back to the study in the house, sitting alone under the window and thinking in front of the table, a few gleams of dim light were faintly shining through the window lattice.

There should be clues, but I forgot for a while.

Starting with the word amnesia, who else have I mentioned about amnesia?

Meng Fuyuan closed his eyes and thought for a while, fragments of unstructured fragments flooded in like a wave, Meng Fuyuan picked them up one by one to read, suddenly, after his thoughts touched a certain memory fragment, he opened his eyes suddenly .

Yes!Hua Qiongsheng and his party in Qiongguanggu once asked himself the cause of his serious illness, because he had forgotten many things a hundred years ago, and thought hard to no avail, so he told the truth, Hua Qiongsheng told himself that the weakness of the body was due to the damage of the soul——

Wait, the soul is damaged? !

When Meng Fuyuan's thoughts came into contact with these four words, he suddenly froze.

I don't know why, but at the same time, Meng Fuyuan also thought of the prophecy that he had been familiar with. Meng Fuyuan, a descendant of the Celestial-human race, died in the battle against demons, and the Celestial-human race perished.

It seemed that some answer was about to come out, and then fell silent at that moment.

That night, Meng Fuyuan had a dream.

He felt that this dream was extremely familiar, because it seemed to have been done before, and it seemed to have been uttered many years ago.

The viscous dirty blood gathered into a river, and before his eyes, the lives were devastated, and the mourning was everywhere.

"You Demon Cult, hurry up and catch them!"

Shouting at the top of their lungs, they rushed up to the sky, with a soaring momentum, as if they were going to die together, as if the speaker had no fear of life and death.

The blue sky was filled with haze in an instant, You Yun stopped, the ground under his feet began to crack and dry up without warning, dense cracks spread to all directions, and the flowing blood wanted to stretch farther away, but was accidentally forced to fall into the cracks Among them, the mountains shook and the ground shook, roaring and trembling, and the vegetation seemed to be sucked out of juice in an instant, curled up, turned yellow and withered in the blink of an eye, and finally shattered into powder, and was carried into the abyss by the wind.

"Fight!"

"And die with you!"

The people around were still shouting loudly.

Only then did Meng Fuyuan realize that he was also a member of the Great War in his dream. He was about to say something, but the next moment his chest hurt sharply and his body was unstable. He had to kneel down on one knee, and couldn't hold back his breath blood.

Someone surrounded him, trying to help him up.

Someone was shouting his name.

The sky and the earth cracked and collapsed at the same time, turned into sharp fragments, and fell quickly. Meng Fuyuan realized that all these things were about to fall on him. He subconsciously wanted to escape, but his feet were as heavy as weight, and he couldn't move a step.

Meng Fuyuan suddenly sat up from the wooden couch, panting heavily.

This time he finally heard clearly that what those people were calling at him just now was——

"Pavilion Master Shen."