After coming out of the inn, Deng Qianqian has been wandering aimlessly in Tiandu.
There are so many people around, everywhere is noisy, everywhere is busy, but now she is out of tune with the surrounding, even if a group of 15 people come to Nanling Daqian country from the vast Beiyuan across the sea
Alone in a foreign country, she is still like a homeless animal, looking at the bustling scene around, alone.
She doesn't hate Liu Fei, even though she had suffered a lot of internal injuries by playing tricks before.
Qianqian knows that there is a reason for all this. She has taken away some things that should belong to her. She grew up in Hongyi sect. She should have got these things. She should have owed her
She's just confused. Why did Xiao Hongyi, the leader of the sect, take herself to the spring of fading memory to bathe, wash the past for herself, and teach her the secret of Bingxin.
But she felt more and more that she didn't have the feeling that her strength was growing rapidly at the beginning?
There are always some unbreakable things in the way of self-cultivation. The barrier of cultivation is like a high wall, higher and thicker!
Recently, when we meditate, we are often upset and unable to concentrate. It seems that a vague figure appears in front of my eyes a thousand times
Like the maggot of tarsal bone, it can't go away for a long time.
The feeling of being familiar from the bottom of my heart is completely instinctive. The figure can't see his face clearly or even distinguish his gender. He just makes himself feel very kind
"The master said that I was born with no time for the holy body. If it was normal, I would have reached the peak level of jinyingjing."
Deng Qianqian mumbles to herself that she has already regarded Xiao Hongyi as a teacher and mother. She dare not neglect her hope.
One hundred times of hard work, just for one day to become a saint of the red dress religion, inherit her mantle.
People are coming and going around. Now she steps into the square from the north gate archway, and Qianqian sees the strange scene that the world is white
"Magic array?"
She frowned slightly and subconsciously looked up at the hundred Zhang dragon dancing in the air. Different from those who had stepped into the magic array early, she had just stepped into it from the outside
The wonder of the sky from black to white can be seen at a glance.
She was not surprised that there was no lack of illusionists with all kinds of skills in the sect of the Red Emperor. They once turned into five great spirits, and were recorded in the history of the sect.
At this moment, she just looked at the dreamland in the air, and the vague figure flashed through her mind
Around him came a group of disciples in ink robes, passing by in a hurry and talking to each other.
"Younger martial brother Miao, haven't you heard from elder martial sister Nangong yet?"
"No news."
"Damn it! What happened to them on the way? If there is no trace before the ceremony tomorrow, ye Tian will be the biggest sinner of the sect! "
"If you don't say that you died, you also implicated Nangong elder martial sister... There are countless bandits in Dishi City, and I don't know if she was seriously injured?"
"Yes, no matter what he does to save the princess, without Nangong elder martial sister, our chances of winning are at least 40% less! I said earlier... He shouldn't be allowed to join in the fun. "
The group of people passing by in a hurry are exactly ten core disciples of Qinglian sword sect.
Everyone worried about the safety of nangongyue, but no one regretted Ye Tianzhi's "death". Instead, they all hated him and denounced him!
Around the movement into Qianqian ears, a few people in the crowd meeting only for a moment, but still let her body slightly stiff.
Stand still.
"Ye Tian? Ye Tian? Good... A familiar name. "
She was stunned and murmured to herself. The name in her mind was like a big bell beating. When it rang, it shocked her heart!
The next moment, the fuzzy figure in my mind, slowly and the name began to overlap.
If others come to see her, she is just like a fool standing in the crowd. Others are looking up at the sky and clapping for the wonderful magic performance
She was the only one with an expression of hard thinking.
No one knows that the vague figure in her mind is gradually becoming clear
Immediately, a face as if engraved in the brain appeared in front of her eyes. In the illusion, Deng Qianqian seemed to see the face with a ruffian smile.
"Brother Ye!"
She blurted out.
Click!
There was a thunder in the air
"Good!"
There were cheers all around. When Qianqian was disturbed by the thunder, her real face became dazed, as if there was an invisible chain pulling the figure away from her
She was helpless and at a loss.
She tried her best to recall the clear face of the moment before, but... Unfortunately, she found that she had forgotten everything!
After the body has been soaked in the spring of fading memory, tens of millions of cells in the body have lost their memory.
In the air, the magic performance is coming to a climax, and the magic dragon is puffing out clouds. At the moment, the real thunder is called, and the momentum is overwhelming!
However, even if the weather changes, everyone is excited and happy.
In Qianqian's beautiful eyes, there is still a confusion that makes people feel sorry for me
After a long time of fruitless efforts, Qianqian's mouth began to smile bitterly and turned to crowd out.
Completely separate yourself from the noise here.
"Who are you? Let me forget it for a long time even though I am immersed in the spring of fading memory? "
She subconsciously touched the cheek, I do not know when it has been a little wet.
Looking up at the sky in doubt, it didn't rain
Fingers quietly on the mouth, Daimei moment frown, how... Is salty?