"My name is Wangdaoren, and I was born in a very ordinary small village in the far west.
When I was six years old, my parents died of a serious illness, and I was all alone. I climbed up a mountain not far from the village with my thin body.
There is a Taoist temple on a high mountain. The temple owner saw that I was pitiful, so he took me into his sect.
When I was fifteen years old, I picked up a glowing ball on the road when I was going down the mountain.
After acquiring the ball, it turned into a fragrant elixir.
I was young and could not resist the temptation, so I took the elixir.
Since then, my life has undergone earth-shaking changes.
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After I returned to the Taoist temple, all my brothers and sisters did not recognize me. Even the temple owner who took me in at the beginning had no impression of me at all.
I wonder, have I been forgotten by this world?
I left the Taoist temple and began my own years of traveling around.
Later in life, I discovered that things were far worse than I imagined.
People have not only forgotten me, but also the things I have come into contact with.
I ate a steamed bun in front of a stall, and the stall owner had no memory of ever selling my steamed bun.
If I break a branch, the tree will grow another branch in the blink of an eye. It seems that even the big tree has forgotten the branch I broke off.
As we age, this forgetfulness becomes more and more obvious.
I began to forget my smile, and I also began to forget my sadness.
In other words, the smile has forgotten me, and the sadness has also forgotten me.
I stabbed myself, but I didn't seem to feel the pain. I knew the pain had forgotten me.
I found that people of the same age were dying little by little, but I was just getting older, and it seemed that even time was forgetting me little by little.
Later I found out that the bead I swallowed when I was young was called the Forgetting Bead.
It is the fourth-ranked existence on the list of rare objects in the world.
There are only two Wangchen Pearls in heaven and earth, one Yang Pearl and one Yin Pearl.
The Yang Pearl was obtained by the former Emperor Wangchen, and the Yin Pearl was swallowed by me.
There are only two ways to break the forgetful curse of Wangchen Bead.
One way is to collect two Yin-Yang Forgetting Beads and swallow them together. This will not only change the fate of being forgotten, but also completely master the Yin-Yang Avenue.
Another way is to carry the destiny and ascend to the great emperor.
I know that my talent is low, and with the Yang Pearl in the hands of Emperor Wangchen, I have no hope.
As for carrying the destiny, it is even more absurd and lamentable.
I went to Dragon City to get ten pieces of immortal paper, and recorded my life here, which is the only evidence that I have ever been in this world.
From now on, I will travel throughout the Yuanyang Continent and die slowly in loneliness and loneliness."
Chu Yang read the autobiography and then slowly closed the book. He pondered in his mind for a long time and expressed deep sympathy for this senior's experience.
"Teacher, have you ever heard of someone who forgets the Tao?" Chu Yang asked.
"No, they should be some strange people," the old man Samsara replied.
"Since this is the autobiography of that senior, let's put it here. I also hope that more people in future generations will know about the existence of this senior," Chu Yang smiled, put the book on the stone table, and was about to prepare it.
leave.
Suddenly, the book emitted a white light, and then countless words appeared in the white light.
Chu Yang looked at these words and his pupils suddenly shrank. On the cover of the autobiography, the word "forget" suddenly flew out and rushed directly into Chu Yang's forehead.
He quickly sat cross-legged and understood the essence of this forgotten word.
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After a long time, the book turned into powder for no apparent reason and dissipated in the air.
Chu Yang slowly opened his eyes, and there was actually a pulse skill hidden in this book.
"The Four Styles of Forgetting the Dust"
It's a pity that this book only contains one of the four Wangchen moves, "Eternal Regret."
Ordinary pulse skills are active skills and need to be cast by the warrior themselves.
And this Wangchen Four Style looks more like a passive skill, already integrated with Chu Yang.
This is one of the four forms of forgetting the dust, its function is to help Chu Yang forget the pain.
From now on, no matter how injured he is, he will not feel pain.
Of course, forgetting does not mean that there is no pain. The injury still exists and he will die if not treated. He can only help Chu Yang forget the pain.
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Chu Yang pulled out his Dragon Sword and drew a blood mark on his arm, but he didn't feel any pain at all.
"I really forgot," Chu Yang looked at the wound in surprise and murmured to himself with some joy.
"Xiao Yangzi, this is your chance," the old man Samsara said with a smile.
"I don't know what the other three of the four forgetting forms are? Forgetting time? Forgetting yourself?" Chu Yang murmured to himself.
This long grudge may not sound like it increases combat effectiveness, but in fact it is quite useful.
When a person is seriously injured, his combat effectiveness will be greatly weakened.
One of the main reasons is naturally physical weakness.
Another one is fighting when you are seriously injured. During the fight, you will tear your wounds, and the nerves will transmit the pain to your brain.
Every time you move, you feel a heartbreaking pain, and your fighting power will inevitably weaken.
As the saying goes, the brave will win when they meet on a narrow road. Chu Yang felt that with the skill of Everlasting Hatred, at least he would have an advantage in front of opponents of the same level.
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At this time, within the Zhenwu Holy Sect, Yan Buhui had completely recovered from his injuries after a few days of training.
After thinking again and again, he dragged his weak body to Yannan Peak.
"Do you want me to help you?" Xu Zimo glanced at Yan Buhui with interest and asked with a smile.
"Yes, I don't need you to help me destroy the Huang family. As long as you help me keep the Zhenwu Saint Sect, I will solve the Huang family myself in the future," Yan Buhui said.
He knew that he now had the reputation of being a disciple of the Zhenwu Holy Sect, and the people of the Huang family did not dare to deal with him openly.
But once he is kicked out of the sect, he will face an endless pursuit.
He is not afraid of death, he just wants to seek justice for his mother and himself. It doesn't matter if he dies after destroying the Huang family.
"Why should I help you?" Xu Zimo asked with a smile on his face.
"I am willing to be a sword in your hand," Yan Buhui looked at Xu Zimo and said seriously: "Or you can make conditions. I am willing to agree to all other conditions except my sword."
Yan Buhui knew that he had no choice. He was willing to put his life in Xu Zimo's hands. This was all his bargaining chip.
"As my subordinates, when I carry my destiny, I will make you generals. This is a great honor. Don't make it sound like I am taking advantage," Xu Zimo replied with a smile.
Yan Buhui glanced at Xu Zimo. He didn't know where the other person's confidence came from.
The destiny of destiny has not yet appeared, and the land in the far west is just a corner of the eastern continent.
Not to mention the other continents, the vast Central Continent alone is a hurdle that many people cannot overcome in their lifetime.
