Chapter 741

The world began to be silent at night. When the mermaid turned into foam, it sang the elegy of the night. Who picked up the crystal shoes that Cinderella had left, and the books on the shelves turned to page 1.

It seems that there are more and more people around, and they are getting more and more lively. I feel uncomfortable and lean to Lingyun. No, I still can't adapt to this kind of environment, especially being regarded as the focus. I'm embarrassed and helpless.

Lingyun took my hand in his backhand. "It's OK." He comforted me in a low voice, and then looked at more and more people around him, "I don't know that there will be many new people who are expected to come to the gathering this year."

This is changing the topic, but the topic is very successful, "I heard that elder Xuanyuan had a disciple."

"I have. It's the illegitimate son of the Xuanyuan family. I think he's a mediocre man, and he's even favored by elder Xuanyuan. " There was an immediate response.

"It's said that his accomplishments are catching up with the master of Xuanyuan family." There's an insider.

"Isn't that to say that my servant's master of Xuanyuan family..." There's a lot of talk.

"I heard that elder Xuanyuan seems to have something to do with Xuelian."

"Shh, you don't want to die. It's time to mention the name." Someone immediately covered the mouth of the speaker.

When I heard this, I felt confused. I heard someone change the topic again. "It's said that there are several generations with good aptitude in the cultivation."

"Hahaha, in this way, our soul master can't leave a pulse," came a big and small voice, "but I've got some qualified apprentices this year, and I'm going to take them to see the world this time."

The elders of the same generation immediately compared, "we are old enough to find a second contract spirit last month, and we have good strength."

"But if you really want to speak well, who can compare with master Ling? It's not too much to say that master Ling is the future of our soul master." Some flatter Ling Yun.

"It's just that young master Ling can't be regarded as a newcomer, but it's the second young master Ling. I'm afraid he can't be underestimated."

"Oh, how can I compare with big brother? There is still a gap between me and big brother." Ling Fei was immediately embarrassed to scratch his head.

"Second brother, don't be modest. Who doesn't know that you are the elder brother's disciple." One side of the Lingxi giggle, "unlike me, can only rely on playing games hackers to earn some money."

"It's not easy for you to say that." On one side, Ling's father knocked on his little daughter's head. "Usually, when you practice, you know how to play games, so that you can learn to run outside. You say you know what you know. "

The helpless smile of the people around him is a kind smile for the younger generation. Ling Xi is the youngest of the younger generation. He was loved by his grandparents, uncles and aunts when he was young.

maybe the world doesn't need me anymore. I exchanged a look with Ling Yun and sneaked out of the crowd. He was almost crushed to death.

"Hoo, finally I can breathe the air," I gasped. Looking at the crowd in front of me, I couldn't help but blush. I wish you good luck.

"Ai Ai," someone pulled my sleeve. I turned to see that it was Xiaojin, "don't make a sound. I'll take you out for a walk."

"Well." I nodded and then secretly followed Xiaojin away from the dinner party.

It's dark outside, and insects are constantly coming from the mountains and forests in the dark. Inside is a lively banquet. Outside is a quiet and peaceful Ningxia. It's a little bit of light under the night. In today's world, it's rare to see such a starry sky.

Xiaojin took me to the roof, the highest place in the forest, as if a hand, can touch the stars of the night, the Milky way across the top of my head.

"The wind blows, the clouds see the moon, the night dew whispers, listen to the sound of insects, Xuelian cries, Dieer is distressed, don't cry, don't cry, don't hurt," there is a lullaby in my memory, unconsciously singing it out,

Xiaojin turns to look at me, "where did you hear this lullaby, it's very nice."

"I don't remember. My mother probably sang it to me when I was a child." I shook my head and continued to sing: "the rustle of the branches and leaves outside the window, accompanied by you into the snow with the clouds, the night is deep, the day is cold, watching white gradually ice. Flowers in the wind, sleeping in the middle of the moon, half plain face of flowers and moon, mirror in the water, fairy in the painting, butterfly flying into sleep. The moon is deep, the White Dew is heavy, the paper-cut window lattice shadow is invisible, the butterfly dream, the fog is with the wind, the desire language is speechless, listen to the wind, the woods listen to the frogs, the cold wind of the summer moon enters the skin layer, the cold mountain of the sky, the cold night, with you accompany me into the deep dream, the flower in the snow, the moon in the ice, the snow moon is just the wind flower, the man in the mirror, the sky in the water, and the FOG drift away, so you should go to sleep. "

"That sounds good." Xiaojin listened to me and closed her eyes. "I almost fell asleep. It seems that your mother must be a very gentle person."

Mother? Not at all. "If only I could remember."

Small brocade rubs my head, "it's OK, not to say, I and cloud are your relatives."

"Yes," but it's only now, and it may be future relatives. What about the past? Where are my old relatives? Where are they?

At this moment, the desire that had been suppressed was raised again. The desire to remember, I want to remember."Xiaojin, is there any way for me to remember?" I asked.

"Ah?" Xiaojin turned to look at me, "how can you say this again? Is it not good now?"

"But now I don't know my parents or my past, just like a person who knows nothing about myself." I gave a long sigh.

Xiaojin sighed and shook his head, "what's the matter? I don't remember my parents."

I turned to look in surprise, "don't you remember? Is it because I've been dead for a long time and my brain is not working

"No," said Xiao Jin, lying down directly, "do you remember? I told you, I used to be a ghost. "

"Well." I nodded. "What's the matter? The ghost is bad. It should be very bad. "

"Yes." Xiaojin sighed, "how long have I been dead? I don't know. I only remember that I have been a ghost for about 300 years. For 300 years, I don't remember everything that happened. I don't remember who I was before I died. It's a whole 300 years."

I look at him, I do not know what kind of feeling that is, probably, has forgotten numbness.

"I don't like it here," said the place, which made me uncomfortable. "When shall we leave?"

"The gathering will be held in more than ten days, lasting for seven days." Xiaojin replied, "it's still some time. If you feel uncomfortable, I'll take you down the mountain."