Didi: "Complete the hidden mission 'Morning like blue silk and evening into snow', and get 'Spirit of Soul·Jieluo'."
Didi: "Memory loss is detected, and the 'Shenpo Jieluo' is automatically triggered to start weaving memories."
Bai Fanlu had a faint feeling that something was leaving in his mind at a high speed. He tried hard to catch it but couldn't. Is it the memory that the system said
He returned the human soul to Yun Zhan, so with the fusion of the soul, those memories in Yun Zhan's human soul are disappearing from his mind
Does that also mean that Yun Zhan can be resurrected!
Didi: "The memory knitting is completed, and it enters the state of waiting to be awakened."
When Bai Fanlu heard the system's words, he felt that the world in front of him began to crumble. The thick black clouds and the bright white moonlight in the sky quickly transformed, overlapped, and rotated, forming a huge Tai Chi diagram.
Bai Fanlu hurriedly went to look at Yun Zhan, only to see that he was still indistinguishable, and so was Ling Qingzi below.
The Taiji map turned faster and faster, Bai Fanlu was attracted by a huge force, and suddenly saw the vortex in the center of Taiji, and he couldn't help but fell into it.
"... After the human soul returns to its place after the successful crossing of the catastrophe, your soul will be unstable, and you may also lose your memory, or other situations, or even worse, because there will be a catastrophe to intervene, and no one can predict what will happen. "
Ling Qingzi's words were still in his ears, and Bai Fanlu felt that something was going on in him.
But before he could figure out what the change was, the consciousness in his mind had already begun to drain rapidly.
In a trance, a black shadow appeared in front of him.
Bai Fanlu frowned.
The shadow was surrounded by black mist, a pair of scarlet eyes were slightly bent towards him, and he smiled wickedly and bewitchingly...
"Brother!"
When Yun Zhan woke up on the fuyu bed, he found that there was another person lying beside him.
This person looks similar to Bai Fanlu, but it's obviously not him.
As if he had had an extremely long dream, Yun Zhan was stunned for a while, then asked in surprise, "Where is senior brother?"
There were slight footsteps at the entrance of the cave, and Yun Zhan hurriedly raised his eyes to see that it was Ling Qingzi.
"..."
Yun Zhan still remembers that Han Ling was added to the body by Heavenly Tribulation in the end, and his black hair turned white overnight, turning into Ling Qingzi. He also remembered that in the chess game, Han Ling separated him and Bai Fanlu, leading to Heavenly Tribulation.
But Ling Qingzi didn't say a word about the chess game, he walked towards Yun Zhan and looked at the person on the jade bed.
"This is your senior uncle, Lu Lingjue. As you can see, he is very similar to your senior brother."
Yun Zhan obviously didn't care about Lu Lingjue, he asked, "Where did brother go?"
Ling Qingzi said, "The Devil Realm."
"Is it Bai Junming!"
Yun Zhan got up and went out. He felt strange when he crossed the catastrophe. Later, he saw Bai Fanlu being taken away by a black shadow. It turned out that Bai Junming really broke into the chess game.
"Yun Zhan."
Ling Qingzi still stared down at Lu Lingjue, and suddenly called Yun Zhan.
"Don't you hate it?"
Yun Zhan was about to exit the cave, when he heard this question, he stopped in his tracks, "What happened in the chess game is my catastrophe, and I can't survive without Master's help."
The human soul kept Bai Fanlu's previous memories for him, and he knew how Bai Fanlu begged Ling Qingzi to save him.
"Besides, my disciples have heard that the overlapping chess game is formed from the ancient heavenly disk. To enter the game, there must be opposing black and white sides to form a game."
"And the meaning of intersecting... is also because the double calamity will be brought down in the end..."
Yun Zhan turned around, "So Master, you want to protect Senior Brother from this second catastrophe."
Ling Qingzi said lightly, "Mo'er's demonic energy is unstable, and he can't stand the second calamity."
Yun Zhan nodded, "So if I know right, everything in the chess game comes from a knot in the heart. Since the master is also crossing the catastrophe, it is beyond the master's control to be in it, so... no wonder the master has a head superior."
This superficially relieved but unwilling statement reveals the usual temperament of the little apprentice.
Ling Qingzi said, "The overlapping chess game was created by Emperor Zhaohe in ancient times. Few people know about it now, but you know it very well."
"The disciple heard from the old fairy Jiu."
The Old Immortal Jiu is the crazy immortal by the casting stove, but Yun Zhan knows the reality.
"So the disciple doesn't hate the master, but only hates himself for not being strong enough to protect the one he loves."
Hearing this sentence, Ling Qingzi was shocked.
Yun Zhan stared at his back, "I dare to ask Master, what catastrophe did you survive in the chess game?"
After a moment of silence, Ling Qingzi said, "What calamity are you going through, so what calamity will I be going through."
"..." Yun Zhan couldn't help looking at Lu Lingjue on the jade bed again, that person really looked like Bai Fanlu.
"Master, are uncle and brother...?"
Ling Qingzi replied, "You guessed right, he is your brother's biological father."
Yun Zhan was not surprised, only heard Ling Qingzi say again, "He died in the battle between immortals and demons five hundred years ago, and what is left on the floating jade bed is just a body."
Yun Zhan didn't know the details, but he roughly guessed something from Ling Qingzi's tone.
Ling Qingzi sighed, and said softly, "Five hundred years ago... your uncle died in front of me... He also blocked a sword for me once."
"But this time, it was I, La Moer, who blocked your sword."
Ling Qingzi shook his head slightly, as if talking to himself.
Yun Zhan had already turned around to leave, but Ling Qingzi asked him, "If the chess game really came from your heart, what should you do?"
Yun Zhan didn't say a word, he just said, "The hatred of taking a wife is irreconcilable."
Ling Qingzi chuckled when he heard the words, and Yun Zhan left Ling Juefeng and rushed to the Demon Realm after saying these eight words.
Sitting down beside the fuyu bed, Ling Qingzi looked at the man who seemed to be sleeping soundly, and recalled in his mind the scene of him dying in front of him.
It was said that he asked Bai Fanlu to help Yun Zhan overcome the catastrophe, but in fact he wanted to overcome this catastrophe.
The ruthless way he chose from the beginning of his cultivation should be too long ago to forget his feelings, and nothing can disturb his heart.
But seeing Lu Lingjue die with his own eyes, even though he had countless chances before, he was obsessed with the righteous way of immortality, so he couldn't make a move once.
Until now, Ling Qingzi can still remember the look in Lu Lingjue's eyes at the end.
There was no resentment or hatred, except for the moment when he failed to save Bai Chuyu, that person was still warm and bright when he was dying, which made him flustered.
Inexplicably, this catastrophe cannot be passed, countless times the ascension was blocked, and this scene appeared in the inner demon.
That's why Ling Qingzi thought, by using this overlapping chess game to reenact the past and witness Bai Fanlu being killed with his own eyes, he felt that he would definitely be able to get over it, but in the end he was still overestimating.
It was another night when her hair turned gray. At this moment, Ling Qingzi understood that he was not obsessed with Lu Lingjue's death.
He was just not reconciled, that person cared about others until the end, and seeing Bai Fanlu help Yun Zhan desperately, but he never got into his eyes, this was his real calamity, the real demon in his heart.
"Mo'er, I'm still the loser in this move."
"Even if it is the position above the ten thousand people, it still can't get what it wants."
"If you can't survive the calamity, then you should live in response to the calamity."
Ling Qingzi caressed Lu Lingjue's face with his fingers, and the fluff on the thin skin was clearly visible, and it was still lifelike under the warmth of the jade bed.
He swiped his fingers one by one, and finally landed on Lu Lingjue's hand, and the bright red flower in his hand.
"Pudu flowers are so beautiful." Ling Qingzi sighed.
The flower color is like blood, with a slight cold light, but it is indeed delicate and charming, and its beauty is hard to describe.
Ling Qingzi raised his hand, and the ice pick in his hand revealed a sharp edge. Without hesitation, he stabbed at his chest...
Bai Fanlu entered the Demon Realm, and when Bai Junming took him through the Withering Pavilion, he looked down at the devastated Demon City, his mind was still in chaos.
By the time they landed, they reached the periphery of the Demon Palace located in the center of the Demon City.
Bai Fanlu still didn't remember anything, his memory seemed to be broken into countless pieces, and there were vague images of the awakening of the demon energy, Yun Zhan, and the dispute between the two of them...
Two guards from the magic palace stepped forward, "Elder, you are back."
"En." Bai Junming glanced at Bai Fanlu slightly, he had been paying attention to him, and had already noticed that something was wrong with him.
"What's wrong?"
Bai Fanlu held his forehead and said in a low voice, "Headache..."
Bai Junming narrowed his eyes, and pretended to reach out to touch Bai Fanlu's wrist, "Your soul is unstable, what's going on?"
Unstable soul? Bai Fan still had a dull pain on the road, but those memory fragments seemed to be quickly reorganized because of the word "soul". He suddenly remembered that Yun Zhan was attacked by Bai Junming and lost his soul.
Bai Junming said that he wanted to force him to recognize Yun Zhan and stop being obsessed with it. But he was determined to save Yun Zhan, and even sacrificed his soul for him.
Then he went to the ghost world to exchange his reincarnation for Yun Zhan's soul. Although Yun Zhan was rescued, he exposed his identity as a demon because of his unstable soul.
Not only was Yun Zhan not grateful for this, but he made a clean break with himself...
"Hmm..." My head started to hurt even more.
Bai Fanlu barely stabilized his figure, and raised his eyes to look at Bai Junming.
He didn't see Bai Junming many times, and now there are only two times in his memory, one time he found himself a hundred years ago and told him about his life experience, and the other time he refused to allow him to seize Yun Zhan's soul.
This person seldom showed his true face to others. He was dressed in black at this time, except for his cold white face, only his eyes were scarlet. It was obviously such a warm color, but there was a cold, hard and evil chill.
Bai Fanlu passed Bai Junming and looked at the magic palace standing majestically behind him.
"Uncle, I see..." Bai Fanlu said, taking a deep breath, "I misjudged Yun Zhan, I already... don't want to go back."
Bai Junming said thoughtfully, "It's better not to go back, this is where you should be."
"As for those immortals..." Bai Junming snorted coldly, "Tingnu."
"The subordinate is here." Ting Nu appeared from the shadows.
"Send the young master back to the water to rest."
"yes."
After Bai Fanlu and Tingnu left, Bai Junming did not enter the magic palace, but disappeared in a flash, and arrived at a field outside the Withering Pavilion after a while, the man was already waiting for him.
"Oh! I thought it would take a lot of effort to capture him, but I didn't expect it to be so smooth."
Hearing Bai Junming's voice, the man in Tsing Yi turned around and said, "I said earlier that when the catastrophe falls, he will give the human soul to Yun Zhan, and then it will be a good opportunity to strike."
After a pause, he asked again, "He didn't say anything when we got to the Devil Realm?"
Bai Junming stood beside the man in Tsing Yi, "This is also the strange thing. Bai Mo seems to have a disordered memory. For some reason, he thinks that Yun Zhan has caused him to be like this."
"Oh?" Tsing Yi said humanely, "Isn't it just right to lose a human soul and be disturbed by a catastrophe? Yun Zhan will be looking for him soon."
Bai Junming played with the fire seed of Honglian Yehuo in his hand, "I missed it last time, but this time I can't wait."
The man in Tsing Yi sneered, "Your uncle is really cruel, he is your own nephew."
Bai Junming said, "For our clan to see the light of day again, any sacrifice is worthwhile. What's more, Bai Mo should have seen through the hypocrisy of those fairy clans. I just want to help him become stronger."
The man in Tsing Yi held his hands behind his back and didn't express his opinion.
Bai Junming's red eyes became more and more bewitching, as if being lit by a flame in his palm.
"He has hated Yun Zhan now, it's God's help, I just need to wait for the right time..."
It's actually very close from the Demon Palace to Shuiliuju, but Bai Fanlu didn't rush there, but asked Ting Nu to take him around. He wanted to know something when he returned to the Demon Realm for the first time.
The Demon City is different from Bai Fanlu's imagination, not much different from those towns in the human world. The people of the Demon Race are also the same as humans, and they seem to have everything they need.
They didn't know Bai Fanlu, but they were obviously curious about his strange face, and looked back frequently, but they all knew Ting Nu, and would respectfully call him "Master Wei" when they saw him.
Ting Nu wanted to explain Bai Fanlu's identity to them, but was stopped.
And along the way, Bai Fanlu also found that although the magic city sounds like a huge capital, it is actually not prosperous, except that the surrounding area of the magic palace is relatively lively. Equivalent to the town level.
Moreover, the terrain here is not flat. Not only are the houses built low and low, but even the soil quality seems barren. The sky in the entire Demon City is dark and gloomy, as if covered with a layer of floating soil, which looks like a dark yellow space.
"The devil world was not like this. When the former king was here, the devil world also had four seasons just like the human world, and the scenery was beautiful." Ting Nu said.
Bai Fanlu wanted to hear about the past in the Demon Realm, so he asked Ting Nu to tell him.
It turns out that this demon world has been destroyed since the Great War between Immortals and Demons five hundred years ago. Bai Junming brought the surviving demons to this place and hid the demons in the forbidden area of the Three Realms, Endless Boundary Abyss. After the "Withered Huating", it has survived to this day.
But in the past few hundred years, the demons were driven to extinction by the immortals, and the key to balance and clear the energy of the original demons was also taken away by the immortals in the war, causing the demons to lose their vitality and gradually become the scene of withering everywhere.
Walking through the market on Baifan Road, he saw many demons selling something that looked like a crimson crystal carrying a shoulder pole.
"Those are blood flames." Ting Nu said.
In some shops, there are also signs such as "Xueyan Ointment" and "Xueyan Powder" on the banners. The streets are bustling with demons, and nine out of ten will linger in these stalls or shops for a while, and even some The demon people will also buy a considerable amount of blood flames.
Bai Fanlu noticed that most of these big households were not dressed like local demons, but looked more like business travelers from other places.
"In addition to the demon capital, my family still has several territories in the human world, and that's where they came from."
"What are they buying Xue Yan for?"
"The young master doesn't know something. Without the key of balance and purity, the spiritual veins needed for our clan's survival are all temporarily obtained from this blood flame."
Ting Nu went to a small stall, bought a small cluster of blood flames and came back, "Young master, please take a look, this is the most primitive blood flame silk, it can be refined into blood flame ointment, blood flame powder, the purity of the spiritual vein will be higher."
The tuft of grass-like thing in his hand was the size of a palm, and the bright red color matched the name. Bai Fanlu picked up Xue Yansi and smelled it, and then gently twisted it with his fingertips, feeling a little fairy air escaping.
"This Xue Yan, did he grow up in the Immortal Realm?"
"Yes, but now the devil city also has the conditions to plant it. Thanks to the elders who discovered it, otherwise it would be difficult for our family to persist in the past few hundred years."
Bai Fanlu understood, "Now the human world is full of immortals, and those business travelers traveling to and from the Demon City, how to ensure safety?"
"Young master, there is another place, please come down with me."
Ting Nu led the way, and Bai Fanlu just took two steps, and suddenly stopped.
At the corner not far away, there was a child staring at him. When he realized that he had spotted him, the child immediately shrank back behind the wall, only showing half of his face, but still timidly watching this way.
Bai Fanlu followed his line of sight and looked down at his hands, so he was looking at this bunch of blood flame grass.
With a flip of Bai Fanlu's palm, the cluster of blood flame grass disappeared immediately.
The child hiding behind the wall suddenly opened his eyes wide, his expression full of disappointment, but the next moment, a cloud of purple light suddenly appeared in front of him.
With a flash of light, the Blood Flame Grass fell into his open palm.
"... Ah! Mother!"
The child was overjoyed, and hurriedly turned around and went into the alley. Before he reached the door of the house, he suddenly remembered that he should say thank you to someone, but when he hurried back, Baifan Road was no longer there.
Leaving the residential area of the magic city, Baifan Road followed Tingnu to a mountain foot, different from the desolate scene just now, the ridge here was dyed red by the blood-flamed grass fields, as bright as clouds, as gorgeous as peaches and plums, stretching all the way to the horizon.
"Young master, here we are, look over there."
Ting Nu pointed to a cave on the east side, and Bai Fanlu was surprised to find that there was a long queue from the entrance of the cave, as if he saw a business traveler buying blood flames on the street.
They returned with a full load and gathered in front of this cave.
The entrance of the stone cave was pitch black, and from time to time there was a white light for a moment, and the team moved forward by one person.
"This is the instant wheel of the withering pavilion, through which you can go to other demon territories."
"I see."
Bai Junming also made the enchantment of Withered Huating. It seems that he has indeed done a lot of things in the past few hundred years of leading the demon world.
It's just that Bai Fanlu still felt puzzled, "I haven't been in the Demon Realm for a long time, how can uncle let you tell me these things at ease."
Ting Nu said, "The young master is the future master of the devil world, so he should know this."
Arriving at Deshuiliuju, Baifan Road first saw the three characters "Shuiliuju" on the plaque in the middle of the entrance. Reminiscent of mighty flowing water.
"This was written by the late king."
Walking into Shuiliuju from Baifan Road, this residence is not big, but the layout is elegant, even the green willows that are not seen in the devil world now grow lushly in the courtyard, I don't know what they live on.
"The former king lived in Shuiliuju before his death. The elders rebuilt it according to the previous style, and the layout and furnishings are the same."
Bai Fanlu noticed that there was a portrait hanging on the right wall of the house.
In the painting is a woman sitting upright, wearing a lavender dress, her face is as elegant and refined as a lotus emerging from water, but the purple imprint between her brows reveals a bit of a heroic spirit, like the three characters of water, combining softness and strength. A collection of very different qualities.
"This is... my mother?"
The author has something to say: Yungou Zhan: It’s hard to survive, but what about my senior brother? Why is it gone again
Bai Xiaolu: ... I am suffering, I have lost my human soul and amnesia.
Author: It's not amnesia, it's a bad memory.
Bai Xiaolu:
Author: Take a look, is it recorded as the plot of the novel
Bai Xiaolu: ... Really...
Cloud Dog Zhan: ⊙⊙! Is there any mistake, the brother in the novel hates me to death!
Author: It's not my bad taste, it's the system (Jump the Pot.jpg)
System: emmmmm