Chen He lay in a daze, and vaguely heard the voice of the old man with long eyebrows talking to Heiyuan Valley Master. He has no strength, and the whole person seems to be caught in a sea of fire, and he can only touch the boundless loneliness and despair.
He moved his lower lip silently: Brother...
"Fellow Daoist Shi Feng is here, Chen He seems to be a little conscious!" The old man with long eyebrows was overjoyed.
Shi Feng bowed his head, lightly grabbed Chen He's slightly struggling right hand, and put it in his palm.
After a while, Chen He calmed down, but frowned, showing a struggling and restless expression from time to time.
Chen He vaguely felt that he was standing in a desolate desert.
The setting sun hangs obliquely, the twilight is like blood, and the stretch of sand dunes cannot be seen at a glance.
A man in a grey felt robe stood alone on the top of the sand dune, the black lacquer knife on his waist exuded faint spiritual power fluctuations in the sunlight, his hair was uneven, some stood straight, and more. He lowered his head and covered his eyes.
Chen He recognized him as a monk from the knife-shaped instrument.
—Together with the scene of transcending the Heavenly Tribulation before, Chen He felt that these were all like watching the memory of Mirage Beads.
Mirage Zhu's memory has voice, he can see himself and others clearly, and he can distinguish the smallest details, but it is always remembered by Mirage. The people in these scenes, just standing there, Chen He can't tell Xiu Xiu. in order.
The wind blew sand lines along the dunes.
The sand is mixed with small red particles, it is the flame sand, where is it, and it is ready to come out.
Red Wind Desert…
Chen He stared stiffly at the people standing alone on the dunes.
Who would like him to put mirage beads in the purple house of Meixintai? Who has the ability to make the Dao of Heaven go back four hundred years? Beixuan Tianzun received the fragments of mirage beads scattered into mist in his hand. Is it the past he saw at this moment
Venerable Li Yan, this completely unfamiliar name, once appeared, once was himself.
Chen He was a little overwhelmed, and felt inexplicably bitter.
Even if the real Tianyan had hinted that he had ascended as a demon in his previous life, the Dao of Heaven would not allow him to go back 400 years, but this kind of knowledge is like the words read on paper, and the words that he has heard in his ears are still shallow impressions. , far less shocking than what you saw with your own eyes!
- This is actually yourself
The heavy blow of self-questioning was in his heart, Chen He didn't feel the slightest excitement, and he didn't feel fascinated. There was only one kind of disbelief and embarrassment: If he had such strength, how could senior brother bother to think about him.
Chen He thought to himself, wait a minute, what about Senior Brother
The real Tianyan didn't mention Shi Feng, and Chen He never thought about it before, he just thought that he became a magic cultivator because of the matter of the Fire Cloud State in the Stone. Because senior brother can soar, so whatever you say you have to soar.
That kind of Venerable Liyan, that kind of me... It doesn't look like Shi Feng is by his side at all. If Shi Feng had ascended early, why was Beixuan Tianzun coming to pick him up, and why didn't he even mention Shi Feng
Brother, are you gone
Chen He felt a chill in his heart and couldn't help shaking.
Just at this moment, the person standing on the sand dune suddenly jumped down, stretched out his hand to dig, and slowly touched a piece of bright light from the sand pit, which looked like the wreckage of a magic weapon.
He single-mindedly followed the place where the fragments were found, and continued to search until Yinyue Dongsheng. In the end, he found nothing more and still refused to stop.
Chen He had already seen his appearance.
Half of his face was familiar, but the other half of his face covered by his hair was scarred.
"No... not good!"
In this phantom-like memory, there was finally a second person, and I saw a black and thin monk running towards the sand dunes, very anxious: "Donghaiyuan downstairs with the killing order, find a half-destroyed face. Cultivator, boss, it shouldn't be you that Yuanlou said."
The hand searching in the gravel stopped.
Li Yan... In other words, at this time, people who were not Venerable Demon Dao raised their heads.
The wind and sand blew up his messy hair, and he seemed destitute. After a long time, he said in a low voice, "Don't worry about it. For the past ten years, everyone should stay out of the switch. Yuanlou has not been so powerful yet."
"But if you don't enter the Central Plains, it's easy to meet the stinky Taoist priests with eyes on the top of their heads in the Qiankun Guan!" The black and thin monk said with a bitter face, "I'm the only one who barely cultivated to the late stage of foundation establishment, and there are so many others. Many people lack spiritual pills, herbs, and everything, this way of self-cultivation is not much better than when we were selling smuggled salt!"
Chen He looked suspiciously at the two talking.
He knew that one was himself, and the other was a black and thin cultivator. His face was full of frost and he looked rude and rude. He only had a pair of shrewd eyes wandering around. Although most of the cultivators were sloppy, this guy was too careless and stood with him. , and even himself has become a desert horse thief, a wandering swordsman outside the customs.
"Which way in the world is easier to find?" Li Yan said coldly.
"Cough, it's ok if you don't go, the Central Plains are not peaceful, the four sects of the magic way and the right way are fiercely quarreling, and people in Beihai County have been missing many times, causing trouble." The black and thin cultivator rubbed his hands and asked cautiously, "Boss , are you in a good mood today?"
Li Yan glanced at him: "I have a clear mind today."
"… "
The black and thin cultivator touched his nose embarrassedly: "The killing orders from Donghai Yuanlou have all been sent to Venerable Xiaofeng in the Western Regions, what the hell have you done, boss, there are more words on your face after you came back a few years ago. Is it hurt?"
Li Yan didn't say a word, just touched his face with a cold look in his eyes.
Seeing that the situation was not good, the black and thin cultivator turned around and ran away. After a few steps, he found that he had forgotten something, and his head came back: "Boss, what you inquired about last time is clear, the one you got last time. The beads that can dissolve the fog and make you remember things occasionally are sold by a magic cultivator in Beijing. I don't know if there are any more. In short, I have to go to the capital to see. Now this one is not very good, sometimes it works, will it not work? Like elixir, there is a difference in the quality of the year? I'm worried that you will forget about it again, and you should try to make a trip to the capital. If you save it, it will eventually run out. "
After he finished speaking, he handed over a stack of cloth with words written on it.
"The news is here."
Li Yan reached out and took it, and put the cloth in the storage bag.
Chen He heard the cultivator muttering in a low voice: "Speaking of whether there is treasure in this desert, why don't you come to find it... It's been 20 years, and it's almost rummaging."
"Huang Shouzi."
"Ahaha, I'm leaving now, I definitely won't say much," the black and thin cultivator covered his mouth in shock, and ran behind him with smoke billowing, as if being chased by a pack of wolves.
Li Yan stood alone on the sand dune, and after a while he lowered his head and began to look for it.
In the Chifeng Desert, there is a lot of flame sand mixed together. If you want to dig up the sand, it is best not to use any spiritual energy, otherwise the flame sand may explode, and the surrounding matters will be small, and the things in the sand will naturally turn to ashes. .
The full moon hangs alone, and the wind and sand are silent.
There is nothing but the one who seeks alone...
Chen He's mouth was dry. He wanted to know what Li Yan, who was not Venerable Demon Dao, was looking for at this time, but his firm gaze and unhesitating actions reminded him of Venerable Li Yan's ascension, step by step. Act fearlessly.
Cultivators have a chance to change their appearance both in the Nascent Soul stage and during their ascension.
Later, Venerable Li Yan didn't destroy half of his face, nor did he have any scars on his hands. At this time, he had not yet reached the Nascent Soul stage, and was just a magic cultivator of the Jindan stage. The mirage bead in my hand was obtained by accident. It is not a ten thousand year mirage bead at all. I don't even know the origin, so I need to save it... and my subordinates
Maybe it's a loose cultivator from a group of illicit salt dealers
Chen He suddenly realized a terrible thing: he could see this, and it was obvious that he was using mirage beads in his previous life at this moment.
Even a bad mirage bead is still valuable when the memory is constantly lost, because he has nothing else. But Li Yan used it to remember his meaningless search in the Chifeng Desert.
Not cultivation, not other important things...
Chen He's heart was full of mixed feelings, and he couldn't tell whether he was melancholy or frightened.
If he still had a trace of fantasy before, now he can understand it clearly: before the Heavenly Dao rewinds time, Chen He has no senior brother.
If Shi Feng is here, Venerable Li Yan is definitely not like this.
Senior Brother... Where did Senior Brother go
Looking at the person who stood alone in the memory scene, digging up the sand with his bare hands from time to time, Chen He had an ominous premonition, could it be that Senior Brother—no, Senior Brother will not die, and it is impossible to die here.
Chen He heard a long sigh.
Li Yan reached out and took out a cloud of mist-like object, stuffed it into the bottle and put it away, Chen He's eyes shattered immediately, and the memory illusion vanished.
Chen He instinctively took a step out, and sure enough, he was wrapped in another fog again.
As soon as this fragmented memory appeared, Chen He took a step back.
In a room that looked like a study, there was a man on the verge of dying with blood on his chest lying across the door. His eyes were wide, but his spirits were gone.
Li Yan was standing in the room, and a short crescent moon halberd in his hand ruthlessly traversed the chest of a desolate and aging woman.
"Don't kill me... Brother, it's my fault, it's me who's lost my mind... I'll give you the antidote right now!"
Chen He was shocked, and between the woman's brows, she saw a somewhat familiar appearance. She must have been very beautiful when she was young, but her entire face was distorted, making it difficult to distinguish.
Chen He couldn't check his own mirage to see if it was Chen Xingniang, but he already understood in his heart.
Zhong Hu in the previous life, and Chen Xingniang.
How could a mortal, for no reason, have a grudge against Venerable Li Yan? Did he die at his own hands
Chen He quietly watched Chen Xingniang being pierced by himself and poisoning the tea with Nanjiang Lingpizi. When Chen Xingniang saw that begging for mercy was not successful, she vomited blood and screamed that Chen He was an evil ghost, killing the whole family and the entire cloud. The evil spirits of the state city, after so many years, are still immortal.
"Who would be suspicious of a poor and weak woman like me, and who would be suspicious of my own sister?" Chen Xingniang struggled, cursing incoherently, but her voice was getting lower and lower, "After so many years, who has paid attention to my misfortune, Zhong Hu, this little boy? Man, he should be damned, you should all be damned! If the Chen family still has the momentum that day, I am the daughter of Gaomen...how dare he, how dare he treat me like this..."
Chen Xingniang shook for a while and died of anger, staring at Chen He with a pair of eyes.
"Doubt you?"
Li Yan glanced at Xing Niang's body indifferently, held the fog-shaped ball in his hand, and said to himself, "No, I just remember, 'Don't trust anyone'."
He walked over the two corpses indifferently, staring into the distance with empty eyes: "I did everything you said, and I will not forget this."
Li Yan looked at Zhong Hu's corpse and said indifferently: "Not reconciled? Or regret? Or just feel unbelievable, go, go back into the Six Paths Wheel and go back and cry, it would be better if he could hear him. , I should still be thinking about this even if I die, how can I let him down."
The blood stained under his feet gradually extended into the dark night outside the study.
"It's not in the Chifeng Desert, it should be in the Heiyuan Valley. Soon, one day, I will go. Living in this world, I want to find your tomb and bones, the blue and yellow springs, and we will meet eventually."