I'll be the villain. [Putting through the book]

After a while, the memory fragments did not come to Yu Lu again.Even the "voice" that had always been entrenched in his mind was removed.

Yu Lu originally wanted to ask about the things behind that memory, but he and the memory fragments had a one-way connection.The memory fragments don't appear, and he doesn't know how to contact that thing at all.

Mysterious.

After struggling for several days, Yu Lu gave up and went to ask Shen Zhuo.

After Shen Zhuo returned to Duanjiange from Jianzong, he didn't meditate much.During this time, I often practice swords in the yard.

Yu Lu heard movement in the yard, rolled off the bed, and ran to the window.

The windows of the bedroom on the second floor are facing the yard.

Yu Lu lay on the window sill and shouted to Shen Zhuo: "Shen Zhuo, Shen Zhuo, come up quickly."

Hearing the sound, Shen Zhuo pulled up a sword flower, stopped holding the sword, put the sword in his hand on the sword stand, and went up to the second floor.

"What's the matter?" Shen Zhuo came after hearing the sound, and there were beads of sweat on his forehead and neck when he entered the door.

Yu Lu grabbed his sleeves and wiped Shen Zhuo's sweat. After wiping, he pulled him to a soft seat, "Sit down and talk."

"Yeah." Shen Zhuo sat down, took the teacup beside him, and poured himself a cup of tea.

Yu Lu thought for a while, and cut straight to the point: "Shen Zhuo, can I have a look at your memory?"

Shen Zhuo's hand holding the teacup paused, "Why did you say this all of a sudden?"

"It's been a long time since my ability recovered, I just want to see it." Yu Lu said willfully: "I've seen Xiao Xueting all over. You are my sword master, but I haven't seen your memory. Is this appropriate?"

"Xiao Xueting probably doesn't want you to see it either." Shen Zhuo put down his teacup, disapproving.

Yu Lu frowned, straddled Shen Zhuo's lap, and swayed around Shen Zhuo's neck, "Look, look."

Shen Zhuo was taken aback by Yu Lu.

Yu Lu has a youthful heart, and he quickly adapted to the new relationship between the two of them. From time to time, he would make intimacy, which was very natural and unequivocal.

In comparison, Shen Zhuo was a little slower.The old iron tree is blooming, and the dead tree is in spring. I always feel that this matter is vaguely miraculous, as if it has been accomplished, but also seems to be missing something.

"Shen Zhuo!" Yu Lu was acting coquettishly, seeing Shen Zhuo stunned, he couldn't help but get angry.

Shen Zhuo came back to his senses, dropped his hands hanging in the air, wrapped around Yu Lu's waist, and held down the rambunctious sword spirit.

"Tell me the reason, the real reason." Shen Zhuo looked at Yu Lu and said seriously.

Yu Lu stopped, feeling guilty for a moment.

Obviously Shen Zhuo is his closest person in this world, but for some reason, during his trip to Jianzong, there are many secrets that cannot be shared with him.

Sometimes Yu Lu thought, he might as well tell Shen Zhuo everything and let him come up with his ideas.But as soon as the thought came up, he cut it off.

He is the existence that affects Shen Zhuo's ascension.If Shen Zhuo knew and hated him and abandoned him, what should he do?Of course, the worst thing is that Shen Zhuo insists on being with him, even if he is enchanted, even if he falls, he will not let go.

Yu Lu didn't want to make Shen Zhuo like this.

Ever since that memory fragment appeared, Yu Lu was always thinking about Shen Zhuo's obsession.The scene in his dream repaired a bug in the novel, that is, the irrationality of sinking into a demon.Natural immortal bones, if not for external forces, would certainly not be rejected by the Dao of Heaven.But with his external force exuding pure demonic energy, it makes sense.

But why did he occupy Shen Zhuo's body and ask the gate of heaven?

Moreover, memory fragments only store memories, so what is this scene?

Is it speculation, or prophecy?

And that novel.Is this world a book world, or something else?

There are so many questions.Is it because I am incomplete?Could it be that only by fusing all the so-called fragments can he know the truth behind it?

After that?After fusing fragments of independent consciousness, is he still Yu Lu?

Yu Lu couldn't figure it out, so he let out a long sigh.

He wrapped his arms around Shen Zhuo's neck and put his head on Shen Zhuo's shoulder.

"Why don't you talk?" Shen Zhuo raised his hand and pinched his earlobe.

Yu Lu whispered: "Just take a look, we have to get to know each other."

"You also know that this matter is mutual?"

Yu Lu sat up, and took advantage of the poor information to fool Shen Zhuo, "But I was born under your nose, but you still have 400 years of life before you have me. I will be curious, curious about my sword Lord, my Shen Zhuo, did you know anyone else before you knew me?"

This is a half-truth.Except the first sentence is false, the rest are all true.Nowadays, novels are unbelievable. Who knows if Shen Zhuo, who was supposed to live like an ascetic monk, has caught a glimpse of anyone in the past 400 years?

Thinking this way, Yu Lu felt a sense of crisis in vain.Isn't it just to look at the memory?Why did Shen Zhuo push three and four?Is there really something he can't see?

"Shen Zhuo." Yu Lu said sourly, "You don't let me see, is it because there was some white moonlight, cinnabar mole?"

Shen Zhuo was speechless for a moment, held back his laughter for a while, and then reminded: "I practice the way of ruthlessness. If I am tempted, I will destroy the way."

"Ah..." Yu Lu pursed his lips, feeling a little embarrassed for a while, and then muttered after a while: "Then why didn't you show me your memory? You must have something to hide from me."

As soon as "the villain sues first", Shen Zhuo had to give in, "Okay, let me show you."

Yu Lu immediately raised his head, eyes full of anticipation.

"But you have to tell me the reason after reading it." Shen Zhuo looked at Yu Lu with gentle eyes, "You said it too, it's mutual."

"But..." Yu Lu wondered: "You can't read my memory. This is my ability, not yours."

"You can tell me."

Shen Zhuo didn't tell Yu Lu that the sword master could check the sword spirit's knowledge of Hailingtai.For him, life is still very long, he can slowly understand and dig a little bit.

Yu Lu thought for a while, then nodded, "It's a deal."

"Then come on." Shen Zhuo asked: "How did you trigger this ability?"

"You can't set up defenses against me, and then I'll just touch you with my spiritual power." Yu Lu said, gathering his spiritual power on his fingertips, "Did I see it?"

Shen Zhuo nodded slightly.Fingers with a jade-like touch landed between his eyebrows.

With the spiritual power submerged, Shen Zhuo's memory poured over Yu Lu.

"Auntie!"

The immature boy's voice was crying.

This is Shen Zhuo, who was forced into the ruthless way by his mother when he was young.

A young man has a sensitive mind and treats all things with affection. Although he is born with a fairy bone, he is more suitable for the path of affection.

But that poor woman who was betrayed by her family and friendship no longer believed in the truth in this world.Coupled with Shen Zhuo's physique, if he cultivates the path of passion, he will inevitably be coveted by others.Ruthless way is indeed a better choice for Shen Zhuo.

The young man is extremely talented and hardworking, and he quickly cultivated the sword pattern.

But his mother was still dissatisfied and wanted him to go faster, even faster.

At first the teenager didn't understand why his mother was so anxious.Until the always beautiful mother got wrinkles and her hair turned gray.

The sign of a monk's fall is to grow old like a mortal.

The young man panicked and began to step up his practice.He secretly vowed that he must let his mother see the day when he trampled Jianzong under his feet.

It's a pity that God failed to fulfill his wishes, and he only cultivated to the five sword patterns, and before he could wear the crown, his mother passed away.

The young man lost his hold, and after that, there was only one person left in Duanjiange in Taodu.

The young man practiced alone and practiced sword alone.He didn't have a family tradition of swordsmanship, so he could only learn from the neighbor next door.

The villa next door is more lively than his home, but the situation is not much better, always jumping around and crying.

As the saying goes, family ugliness should not be publicized. In Taodu Villa, the boy is an outsider after all.Even if the master doesn't say anything, the boy knows that there are some occasions where he shouldn't get involved.

Gradually, the young man stopped going to the next door, and instead concentrated on his practice, meditating day after day, absorbing energy, and attaining samadhi...

Sometimes it lasts for three to five years, and it will not end without a breakthrough.

Soon, the boy is no longer a boy, but a youth.

Soon, the youth broke through the eight sword patterns.

On the day when he broke through the eight sword patterns, the young man took out the fabric left by his mother and sewed a dress for himself.

The ordinary black clothes, but because of the shocking appearance of the youth, are like brocade clothes.

Afterwards, the young man took his iron sword and climbed over the Hundred Thousand Mountains to the Eastern Continent.

On the way, the young man met a strange red-haired man, insisting that his sword was not good, so he wanted to give him a sword.

When the young man said it was not good, he insisted on giving it away.When the young man said yes, he said that the young people today are not worthy of that sword.

He wants the young man to ascend to the Master of the Way of the Sword before he is willing to give the sword away.

The youth smiled.

He trekked across mountains and rivers to come to Donglu precisely for the position of number one in swordsmanship.

What happened after that was the 200-year legend of Xianmen.

The nameless junior, defeat the superior, win the position of sword master, and let Shen Zhuo's name be known to the world.

Shen Zhuo called Luo Zhuo for three years.

But how can Luo be matched with sinking, and the turbidity will be washed in the end.

Later, his mother changed his name, and once said: "One Zhuo character is enough."

After winning the position of Sword Master, Shen Zhuo went to the place agreed with the red-haired man.

Then he had Yu Lujian.

When Yu Lujian first came out, the devilish energy was soaring to the sky, but in his hands, there was no trace of devilish energy overflowing.

Very nice.

This was the thought that was lingering in Shen Zhuo's mind at that time.

For this reason, he took the sword and left.

Later... Later...

The memory screen suddenly accelerated, and before it could be obtained, it was all broken.

The shattered fragments cut through Yu Lu's soul like a sharp knife, and fell down on his head like dense rain.

"Shen Zhuo, give up the position of sword master, and the entire sword sect will be yours in the future!"

"Jianzun, be careful, this is an illusion!"

"Jianzun, we can't get out..."

Thousands of years of fantasy, memories like mountains and seas.

The last scene is Shen Zhuokui sitting under a big tree in his old age, waiting for death.The Yu Lujian in his arms suddenly released red light, tearing up the illusion, absorbing the spiritual veins, and feeding back to Shen Zhuo.

This is something that a sword can do.

And he shouldn't be a sword in the first place.

Thousands of years of time fell on Yu Lu in an instant.

Yu Lu remembered, he is not a sword spirit, nor a demon...

he is……

The last hope of this world.

"Yu Lu! Your spiritual power is not enough!"

"Yu Lu! Stop!"

A familiar voice rang in my ears.

Yu Lu raised his eyes, and a red-gold light appeared in his pupils.

He reached out his hand and touched Shen Zhuo's side face.

The words that he opened his mouth were unintelligible:

"Principal of punishment, wake up quickly."

"Taiyi misses you very much."

"Yu Lu... what did you say?" Shen Zhuo couldn't hear clearly, it wasn't because the voice was too low, and it wasn't because Yu Lu didn't speak clearly, but the voice was hard to hear.

Yu Lu smiled and shook his head.

There was a clang.

Yu Lu's spiritual power was exhausted, he turned into a prototype, and fell into Shen Zhuo's hands.

The blade cut through the flesh and blood, and the overflowing blood was absorbed by the fine blood groove.

A trace of devilish energy protruded from the sword body, like a soft wind blowing over Shen Zhuo's palm.

The wound on Shen Zhuo's palm healed slowly under the healing of the demon energy.