"My name is Wangdaoren, I was born in a very ordinary small village in the Far West,
When I was six years old, my parents died of a serious illness. I was alone, and I climbed up the mountain not far from the village with my thin body.
There is a Taoist temple on a high mountain. The master of the temple saw me as pitiful, so he took me into his sect.
When I was fifteen, I picked up a glowing ball on the way down the mountain.
After getting the ball, it turned into a fragrant medicine pill.
I was young, and did not resist the temptation, so I ate the elixir.
Since then, my life has changed drastically.
... ...
After I returned to the Taoist temple, all the brothers and sisters became ignorant of me, even the temple master who took me in at the beginning didn't have the slightest impression of me.
I was thinking, am I forgotten by the world
I left the Taoist temple and started traveling around.
Later in life, I found that things were far worse than I thought.
People not only forget me, even the things I have touched will be forgotten.
I ate a bun in front of the stall, and the stall owner couldn't remember selling my buns at all.
If I break a branch, the tree will grow another branch in a blink of an eye. It seems that even the big tree has forgotten the branch I broke off.
This forgetting becomes more pronounced with age.
I began to forget the smile, and I also began to forget the sadness.
In other words, the smile forgets me, and the sadness also forgets me.
I stabbed myself, but I didn't seem to feel the pain. I knew the pain and forgot about me.
I found that people of the same age are dying a little bit, but I am just getting older, it seems that even time is forgetting me a little bit.
Only later did I know that the bead I swallowed when I was young was called Wangchen Bead.
It is the existence that ranks fourth in the list of wonders in the world.
There are only two Wangchen beads in the world, one Yang bead and one Yin bead.
The Yangzhu was obtained by the former Emperor Wangchen, while the Yinzhu was swallowed by me.
To break the curse of Wangchenzhu forgetting, there are only two ways.
One is to collect two Yin-Yang Wangchen Beads and swallow them together. This will not only change the fate of the forgotten, but also completely grasp the Yin-Yang Dao.
Another way is to bear the destiny and ascend to the Great Emperor.
I know that my talent is low, and the Yangzhu is in the hands of Emperor Wangchen, so I have no hope.
As for carrying the destiny, it is even more absurd and deplorable.
I went to Dragon City to get ten pieces of immortality paper, and to record my life here is the only evidence that I have ever been in this world.
From then on, I will travel the entire Yuanyang Continent and die slowly in solitude and solitude. "
After reading this autobiography, Chu Yang slowly closed the book, pondered for a long time in his mind, and expressed deep sympathy for this senior's experience.
"Teacher, have you heard of Wang Dao Ren?" Chu Yang asked.
"No, it should be some strange people," the old man Samsara replied.
"Since this is the autobiography of that senior, let's put it here, and hope that more people in future generations will know about the existence of this senior," Chu Yang smiled, put the book on the stone table, and was about to leave.
Suddenly, I saw a white light emitting from the book, followed by countless words appearing in the white light.
When Chu Yang looked at these words, his pupils shrank suddenly. On the cover of the autobiography, the word "forget" suddenly flew out and rushed directly into Chu Yang's forehead.
He hurriedly sat cross-legged, comprehending the essence of this forgotten word.
... ...
After a long time, the book turned into powder for no reason and dissipated in the air.
But Chu Yang slowly opened his eyes, and there was actually a pulse technique hidden in this book.
"Four Ways of Forgetting Dust"
It's just a pity that there is only one of Wangchen's four formulas in this book, "Everlasting Regret."
Ordinary pulse skills are active skills, which need to be cast by the warrior himself.
And the four forms of Wangchen look more like passive skills, and they have already integrated with Chu Yang.
This eternal hatred, one of the four forms of Wangchen, is to help Chu Yang forget the pain.
From now on, no matter how much he is injured, he will not feel pain.
Of course, forgetting doesn't mean no, the injury still exists, and if he doesn't treat it, he will die. He can only help Chu Yang forget the pain.
... ...
Chu Yang pulled out his Dragon Sword and drew a bloodstain on his arm, but he didn't feel any pain at all.
"I really forgot," Chu Yang looked at the wound in surprise, and muttered to himself with some joy.
"Little Yangzi, this is your chance," Old Man Samsara said with a smile.
"I don't know what the other three of the four Wangchen moves are? Forgetting time? Forgetting self?" Chu Yang muttered to himself.
This long-term hatred does not seem to increase the combat effectiveness, but in fact it is quite useful.
When one is seriously wounded, his fighting power will be greatly weakened.
One of the main reasons, one is naturally the factor of physical weakness.
The other is to fight when you are seriously injured. When you fight, you will tear your own wounds, and the pain will be sent to your brain by nerves.
Every movement is a heart-piercing pain, and the fighting power will inevitably weaken.
As the so-called meeting on a narrow road, the brave wins, Chu Yang felt that with the passive skill of eternal hatred, at least he would have an advantage in front of opponents of the same level.
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At this time in the True Martial Sacred Sect, after a few days of cultivation, Yan Buhui had completely recovered from his injuries.
After thinking over and over again, he dragged his weak body to Yannan Peak.
"You want me to help you?" Xu Zimo looked at Yan Buhui with interest, and asked with a smile.
"Yes, I don't need you to help me destroy the Huangjia, as long as you help me keep the Zhenwu Shengzong, I will solve the Huangjia myself in the future," Yan Buhui said.
He knew that he now had the title of disciple of Zhenwu Shengzong, and people from the Huang family did not dare to deal with him blatantly.
But once he was kicked out of the sect, he would face endless pursuit.
He is not afraid of death, he just wants to seek justice for his mother and himself, and it doesn't matter if he dies after destroying the Huang family.
"Why should I help you?" Xu Zimo asked with a smile on his lips.
"I'm willing to be a sword in your hand." Yan Buhui looked at Xu Zimo and said seriously: "Or you can make a condition, except for my saber, I am willing to agree to other conditions."
Yan Buhui knew that he had no chance to choose, he was willing to put his life in the hands of Xu Zimo, this was all his chips.
"It is a great honor for my subordinates to designate you as warriors when I bear the destiny. Don't say it as if I took advantage," Xu Zimo replied with a smile.
Yan Buhui glanced at Xu Zimo, he didn't know where the other party's confidence came from.
The Mandate of Heaven has not yet appeared, and the Far West is just a corner of the Eastern Continent.
Leaving aside the other continents, the vast and boundless Middle Mainland alone is a hurdle that many people cannot overcome in their lifetime.