"Jiuxia..."
Shao Liangxi looked at the dim light above his head. Everything around him began to dim, leaving only this one light. It became brighter and brighter, like a red sun hanging high in the sky.
A breeze blew, and there was a rustling sound all around. A golden river could be seen among the swaying reeds, flowing through the low village. Someone could be seen standing under the eaves, humming something. The melody was so familiar that it made people feel calm.
"That's a very beautiful place. Unlike these places full of industrial machinery, our place is full of greenery. People don't care about gods or anything like that. Instead, they rely on the protection of their ancestors. It's a country completely different from Inglvig..."
Shao Liangxi recalled, trying to find a story to tell in his vague memory, but after careful consideration, there was nothing to tell.
“The most beautiful scenery is the one I had as a child.”
The tavern was very quiet, and everyone was listening attentively to this story from behind the distant city walls.
Shao Liangxi picked up the wine glass and took a sip. Strangely enough, he unexpectedly liked Hercule's "Random" drink with a strange taste.
In her opinion, it is normal for there to be some differences between the two countries, even in terms of fine wine.
Even Hercule did not realize that, under his manipulation, these Jiuxia people had begun to think that the wine in Inglvig and even the entire Western world tasted like this.
Shao Liangye sighed in his heart from time to time. He didn't expect that people here would actually drink this kind of stuff. If he had a chance, he would definitely let them taste Jiuxia's wine and save these poor guys.
"My family lives by the lake. Since Anonymous has existed for generations, we started a lot of training when we were very young, such as sword dancing."
Shao Liangye, who was standing by, was also reminded of his past by Shao Liangxi's words, and his memory was also dragged into that vast golden area.
"We have a training ground, which is built by the lake. The ground is paved with bluestone. There is a huge maple tree next to it. In late autumn, the leaves turn into a fiery red gold, blown down by the wind and fluttering. At sunset, everything is golden."
Shao Liangxi pursued vague memories and found himself in a golden world.
Her intoxication didn't last long, and then she smiled awkwardly.
"there is none left."
"No more?" Hercule repeated.
"Well, I don't have any very detailed memories. Everything else was very intense, like there was a layer of fog between us, and I can't see clearly." Shao Liangxi said apologetically.
Under the influence of the anti-meme, she could not remember much about Jiuxia, and most of her memories were shrouded in fog. Even if there were some clear memories, they were of no use to Hercule's understanding of Jiuxia, unless he wanted to discuss with Shao Liangxi about Jiuxia's method of hunting demons.
It’s hard to believe, but the only thing Shao Liangxi could clearly remember seemed to be the knowledge related to the fighting between demons.
"The memories of the Anonymous have all been affected by anti-memes. After leaving the Forgotten Wall, most of their knowledge of Jiuxia has been blocked for protection." Lorenzo explained.