Changming suddenly grabbed He Xiyun with his other hand and pushed her away hard.

The latter fell back and sat on the ground.

"There is no need to waste spiritual energy..." Chang Ming said hoarsely, his voice trembling a little, as if his body was in pain and torture.

He Xiyun gasped violently, was in shock, and didn't know how to help the other person. He was at a loss for the moment.

"It'll be fine later." Chang Ming held his head and spoke slowly, word by word.

He Xiyun nodded, not daring to say anything. He even forgot to get up and just sat on the ground.

Time passed little by little, and seeing that he seemed to be getting better, He Xiyun finally asked.

"You are hurt?"

Chang Ming hummed: "The old injury has not recovered yet. It will relapse from time to time. It's not serious."

He Xiyun asked cautiously: "Did you also enter Huangquan just for training?"

Chang Ming frowned and answered after a while: "I don't remember."

He Xiyun thought that he didn't want to say it or had something to hide, but the thoughtfulness and confusion on Chang Ming's face didn't seem to be fake.

"I only remember that before I entered Huangquan, the emperor of the Hong Dynasty was named Hong Can, and he had been in power for just twenty years."

He Xiyun was surprised: "That was the penultimate emperor of the Xinghong Dynasty. He died after reigning for twenty-five years. He was followed by the last emperor. He was overthrown after three years in power. After that, the princes were divided and the various countries were gradually divided into three families.

Dividing the world, so to speak, fellow Taoist, you have been in hell for at least fifty years!"

The more she spoke, the more surprised she became.

"As far as I know, underworld is full of monsters and evil spirits. No one can live there for more than ten years. We went in with the intention of dying. How can you stay for fifty years?! You, what on earth are you?

How did it happen? I just found out that your spiritual power is gone. Do you only rely on the art of controlling objects and transforming into gods?"

He Xiyun was a little excited.

Because there are fatal dangers everywhere in the underworld, among the brothers who went in with her, there were many who had higher cultivation ability than her, but they also lost their lives and no bones were left. He Xiyun can survive until now, not only because of his mind

Being delicate, alert and keen requires a lot of luck.

After getting excited, she quickly calmed down.

Many practitioners have secrets that they don't want others to know, and knowing too much is not a good thing.

"Sorry, I shouldn't ask too many questions."

It's not that Chang Ming doesn't want to say it, he really doesn't remember.

His memory was chaotic, and the general outline was still there, but most of the time the details were chaotic, like a fragmented map. Some places on the map were complete, but other places were pieced together, and he couldn't even connect one piece.

The complete picture.

In the dim light of the candle, you will occasionally find fragments lost in the corner.

When you pick it up, the map will look like this little by little and slowly return to its full appearance.

But I don’t know how long it will take.

Chang Ming remembers that he went to hell just to kill someone.

But why did he kill someone, and whether the person was dead or not, he had no memory.

He still remembered that he had a sword named Sifei Sword.

It is not Tao, it is not Buddha, it is not demon, it is not Confucianism.

The sword was made by extracting the first snow on the top of Kunlun and the mysterious crystal on the shore of the East China Sea. He worked hard from all over the world, with his spiritual consciousness connected, the stars and the moon blending together, overcoming thorns and thorns, cutting through the mountains and seas, helping him reach the pinnacle of swordsmanship and become a great master.

Powerful.

But that sword...

Where have you gone now?

Can't think deeply.

Just thinking about it makes my head hurt more and more.

The temples throbbed, like a rusty lock, completely blocking the ability to think long and brightly.

"I want to get my sword back," he said.

Recovering the Sifei Sword may bring back part of the lost memory.

It is even uncertain whether it might help him recover his cultivation skills.

"Sword?" He Xiyun asked, "What kind of sword? I have seen a lot of swords, maybe I can help."

Chang Ming: "The whole body is dark, slender and well-proportioned. It looks simple and unpretentious at first glance. If you can meet the right person and infuse it with spiritual power, the sword body will reveal golden lines."

He Xiyun was in trouble: "Sorry, I've never heard of it."

Changming didn't have much hope at all. Hearing this, he shook his head and said he didn't care.

He Xiyun: "This time, my fellow disciples and I went to the underworld to practice. We secretly went down the mountain without telling the master. Our fellow disciples were destroyed and I was the only one who survived. I have to go back to my fellow disciples to report to my master and receive my punishment. If my Taoist brother doesn't remember his

Where is the master? Why don't you come back to Qingbei Mountain with me? My master knows that you have saved my life and will definitely keep you as a guest. You can stay on Qingbei Mountain for a long time and we can make long-term plans after your health recovers."

Changming pondered for a moment, then said: "I want to find my eldest disciple."

He Xiyun was stunned for a moment: "What is your apprentice's name?"

Changming: "It seems to be called Yun Weisi."

He Xiyun was stunned for a while: "Could it be Yun Weisi, the Lord of Jiuchongyuan?"

Changming: "I only remember that his name is Yun Weisi. As for whether he is the person you mentioned, I don't know."

He Xiyun: "Then where is he now?"

Chang Ming: “I don’t know.”

If you ask three questions and don't know, you will lose your memory and lose your magnanimity.

Chang Ming: "Where is Jiuchongyuan?"

He Xiyun was speechless for a long time.

"I don't know the location of Jiuchongyuan. I only heard it said a few times by the elders of my sect. If Brother Dao wants to go, he must come back to his sect with me."

The two talked for a long time all night, and when they looked up again, the stars and moon were faintly traced, and the east was white.

This place is located in the Gobi Desert, but it is not a desert. Plants and villages can be seen vaguely not far away. As the sky gets brighter, the surroundings become hotter. He Xiyun suggested walking to the populated areas of the village to find some water first and then find someone.

Ask for directions.

Chang Ming naturally had no objection.

…

Qingshui Village is an inconspicuous small village.

Today, it not only welcomed two uninvited guests, Chang Ming and He Xiyun, but also welcomed another group of noble people.

Disciples from Qixian Sect.

Qingshui Village is located at the foot of Weiqing Mountain where Qixianmen is located. The land of Qixianmen has been cultivated for generations. Villagers with outstanding qualifications also have the opportunity to enter Qixianmen and be selected as disciples of the outer sect or even the inner sect to practice martial arts and seek immortality.

road.

When the villagers heard that people from the Qixian Sect had come to select disciples, they didn't bother to ask and entertain He Xiyun and the others. They all happily pushed out their smartest children, hoping that they would be favored by nobles and escape from the ordinary hardships of ordinary people.

He Xiyun and Chang Ming looked on with cold eyes, but they both knew that the path of cultivation was not as imagined by these villagers. Once they started, they could sit back and relax.

In this world, people with outstanding talents abound. Without the will to surpass others, the determination to endure what others cannot endure, and the determination to put life and death at risk, it will be difficult to survive the long years and thrilling challenges.

Even with these, you may not have the last laugh. Luck and wisdom are equally indispensable.

As for the Qixian Sect, it can’t be said to be a famous sect. At best, it’s just——

He Xiyun sighed with emotion and couldn't help but let out a sigh.

"It turns out that this is the territory of Jianxue Sect! Why does Qixianmen sound so familiar to me? There are seven vassal sects under Jianxue Sect, and Qixianmen is one of them!"

Chang Ming: "Is it okay to meet the leader of the Blood Sect, Zhou, as you said before?"

He Xiyun: "Not bad."

Changming:……

If the eldest disciple is not found, meet the third disciple first?

He Xiyun focused on the disciple of Qixian Sect and did not notice his strange expression.

"This person is moody, cruel, and murderous. Don't mention his name on their territory. Let's leave quickly. We shouldn't stay here for a long time!"

As soon as they finished speaking, a Qixian Sect disciple who was looking around reached out and touched them.
Chapter completed!