Cong Rong is a very naive girl.

In her mind, there seemed to be no unhappy for more than half an hour. The fatigue of the journey was soon replaced by her curiosity about Changming and Yunhai. Along the way, she kept asking about things related to cultivation. What kind of immortal pills are even more imaginative, and there are always endless wonderful ideas coming out of her mind. Yunhai likes to ignore it, so she sticks to Changming.

It's rare, Changming is extremely patient with her.

"Brother Changming, which mountain are you practicing?"

"Lingbofeng." Changming said casually.

At this time, the Blood Sect had not been seen, so Lingbofeng was naturally not known as the classics.

"The name sounds so good. There must be many gods living on it. Brother Changming, can you fly on the sword and take me a ride? When I was a child, I saw a monk who could control the sword around His Highness the Crown Prince, but I have never experienced it myself."

"I was injured, it's inconvenient. You might as well ask fellow Taoist Yunhai." Changming's two-one-one pushes five, and directly leads the flood to the east.

Cong Rong looked at the sea of ​​clouds.

The sea of ​​clouds walked a few steps in front of them, and the sword spikes of Chunchao sword on their backs rippled with their steps, very rhythmic.

"My hand is lame."

The clouds never look back.

Cong Rong:...

She winked at Changming, consciously skipped the topic and continued to ask other questions.

"Brother Changming, do you know which sect is still a disciple of my age?"

"Isn't it good to get married and have children like an ordinary person? "Can you live a happy life?" Changming asked, "With your family background, why do you have to travel here thousands of miles to find an illusory dream?"

She would not be blind even if she was not in Yuru Town. All the ups and downs Cong Rong encountered in her second half of her life began with her itinerary.

Cong Rong naturally knew nothing at this time, but Changming was clear.

Without the encounter between Cong Rong and Yun Chang'an, there would be no Yun Weisi.

Without Yun and the Cong family's changes, Yun Weisi might not have been going to Jade Emperor Temple to become a disciple.

Every drink and peck will have a predecessor.

But if he stopped the bloodshed, would there be Yun Weisi who would eventually succeed in his pursuit of Taoism?

"I grew up to nearly twenty years old and never left my house. I left the capital. Every time I wanted to go up the mountain to become a disciple, my family always said that this was not good, that was not good, as if I left them, I could do nothing. I wasted every year, always thinking about making my elders worry-free, but I became more and more unhappy until they got engaged to me."

Cong Rong talked about the troubles of a young girl from a wealthy family.

If it were a poor family, it would be too late to worry about two meals a day, so there would definitely be no time to practice and become an immortal.

This is nothing more than this in the world. It is endless to be greedy for Sichuan.

"Which family's marriage is your family's appointment for you?"

"You don't know if you say it, you are from the Yun family."

The three of them quickly walked to the foot of the mountain, and Cong Rong's physical strength was completely exhausted. She could not walk any further and asked for a rest. They sought a place to raise a fire at the foot of the mountain to rest.

If we are unified today, the world is not peaceful. Although monks will kill people and seize treasures, they generally disdain to attack ordinary people. Instead, bandits and thieves appear from time to time. These small episodes are not enough to cause trouble. Cong Rong was not enough to deal with it. The reason why she dared to come out alone to travel around the world was that her martial arts skills were quite good.

"It's still half an hour, maybe less than." Yun Hai suddenly said, without a head or end.

His expression was unprecedentedly sleepy, and he had never seen it before.

"I haven't thought about it?" Changming's heart moved.

Yun Wei nodded, and the corner of his mouth raised a sarcastic curve.

"You want to see him more, right?"

After all, that Yun Weisi is the real Yun Weisi.

And he is just a sea of ​​clouds that comes from nowhere and disappears when it will disappear.

But the sea of ​​clouds still remembers the bonfire by the sea, and the Changming beside the bonfire.

That was their first time meeting. It was not on a rainy day outside the Jade Emperor's Temple, nor was it the Yun Weisi who was determined to kill Jiufang Changming.

Before Changming's answer could be waited for his eyes to fall into complete darkness.

When the first white mark appeared in the sky, Changming lowered his head as if he was dozing off the sea of ​​clouds.

In just a moment, the other person opened his eyes and his expression was completely different.

When he saw Changming, he subconsciously pulled out his hand and then found that he had lost all his spiritual power.

Changming closed his eyes lazily and rested, still leaning on the trunk of a tree, as if he was not worried about an extra sword on his neck.

Yun Weisi frowned his eyebrows and looked around.

He saw Cong Rong and also saw the environment around him that was different from the past.

This place is obviously no longer the Tianchui City before.

It's not any other place in the Nine-Chief Abyss.

Yun Weisi flashed his inspiration, and the creases between his eyebrows became deeper.

"On the other side of nothingness?"

Changming: "Not bad."

Yun Weisibing asked, "Where is this?"

Changming: "You should know who she is on the way to Yuru Town."

Yun Weisi stared at Cong Rong for a moment. The latter had already been lit by Changming's sleeping hole. At this time, he felt deep sleepy and had no idea about the outside world.

"Cong Rong."

Changming nodded: "I have something that I can't figure out, so I just want to ask you. Yun Hai told me before that I can trace everyone's memories here, but I went to Yuru Town the day after the bloody incident. I have never experienced this memory of your mother, so why can we come here?"

Yun Weisi said: "It's not a memory."

Changming asked: "What is that?"

Yun Weisi pursed her lips and frowned, and a trace of confusion flashed across her expression, and she searched for memories.

"It's a formation, time retracing and memory blending, and it's related to everyone."

During the long years of the Nine Abyss, many memories have long been regarded as burdens by him and thrown into the other side of nothingness and repeatedly crushed.

Only a few broken fragments are left, occasionally sliding past them, like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Yun Weisi lowered his head and pressed his forehead, endured the headache, and tried to capture it.

"All memories are related to experience... Wanshen Mountain has a special terrain, with ancient spiritual energy remaining, and later monks practice here. They also have the power of demonic energy and the Liuhe Zhutian Array. They can use the right time, place, people and people on the night of the five-star pearl, reverse the Yin and Yang, turn the universe and completely form the Nine Abyss... The Nine Abyss is actually the continuation of the Liuhe Zhutian Array back then."

He spoke intermittently, but Changming understood.

"You mean, the memory here is related to everyone's experience, and if you make a different choice from the past, can you still change the established result?"

Yun Weisi: "It should be like this."

Changming's face changed slightly: "You can't have set up such a huge formation alone. Who else can cooperate with you back then?"

Yun Weisi pondered: "Wanxiang Palace..."

Changming: "Chi Bijiang."

"It's her, but not just her, there should be two or three people."

"who?"

"I don't remember."

Yun Weisi recovered his expression of not caring about everything, and even warned Changming.

"All things have trajectories. Changing the past here may not necessarily change the future you want. Instead, it may mess up the established star lines, causing all chaos, and eventually you will disappear. Those who come in from the past think that they can turn the tragedy, but in the end they are all wailing in pain and shaking in ashes."

Many people cannot see through it, so they have deep obsessions, but if they see through the essence, they will also be obsessed with it, thinking that they can change the past by being transcendent from objects.

Only by letting go of everything and practicing the ruthless path can one achieve liberation.

Changming laughed: "Isn't it a kind of obsession that you never forget to kill me?"

Yun Weisi said lightly: "You are my only mental disorder. Only by killing you can my Tao be perfect."

He didn't even look at the sleeping Cong Rong.

For him, that was an unchangeable past.

Since it is the past, it can be abandoned.

Changming said: "Since you don't want to change the past, you can't kill me here, otherwise I will be gone, and you may not necessarily show up now. All the grudges will be discussed after leaving here."

Yun Weisi did not agree, but did not refuse.

This is the first time that the master and apprentice shake hands and make peace after reunion, and reach a tacit understanding.

But I knew that if I was in danger of my life, Yun Weisi would definitely choose to stand by and watch.

It was bright.

After the sleeping hole is over, Cong Rong wakes up rubbing her eyes.
To be continued...