Holy Mountain Haotian Immortal Sect.

"Yu Xiu, you promise me that if I'm not here, you must live well."

"Yu Xiu, if you continue to live, you must live."

The young man sitting cross-legged suddenly opened his eyes, and a touch of cinnabar between his eyebrows gave people a stunning feeling.

His aura seemed to be in the extreme coldness of the coldness of the ice. His jade crown tied his hair and a white brocade robe with white lotus patterns could be seen.

Chen Jiuliu rubbed his temples tiredly, stood up and came to the window, looking at the deep and vast sea water outside, he took a deep breath, and a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes.

He has been in the Haotian Immortal Sect since he remembered it. It has been thirteen years now. He often has the same dream. He forgets everything after waking up from the dream, but the sound that always appears in the dream is engraved in his mind.

Who was that person? He always felt like a knife whenever he thought of it.

Take out an old white purse from the neck, Chen Jiuliu gently touched the strings of flowers on it, and asked softly: "Sister He, do you know which kind of flower this is?"

Fan He walked over lightly, looked down at him, and said with a smile: "It's the fir tree flower."

"Fir tree flowers?" Chen Jiuliu repeated.

"Yeah." Fan He thought for a while and said, "It is said that fir tree flowers can bring people luck, and even if unfortunate happens, they can be reborn in Nirvana."

Does Chen Jiuliu's hands tightly holding his purse represent luck and rebirth?

Where did she go to the person who left her luck and rebirth.

The bloody color in the dream made him feel distressed, and the blood stains on his purse that could not be washed away and the blood in the stone doll gave him a sense of ominousness.

Who is the person who gave him these things, and who is that person? Is it still in this world?!

"Does our sect have this flower?" Chen Jiuliu suddenly asked.

Fan He shook his head: "No."

Seeing the lonely expression of the young sect leader, Fan He added: "It is said that a city surrounded by sea water in Nanzhou is full of fir trees. The fir trees are always blooming due to the magic of those who are being taken care of."

Chen Jiuliu opened his eyes wide and asked subconsciously: "Does that city have a name?"

Fan He thought for a while and replied, "Yes, it's called Guitucheng."

"Return to the land? Since it represents Nirvana, why do you have to return to the land? It's such a strange name." Chen Jiuliu murmured to himself.

"Young Sect Master, Young Sect Master." Fan He called out.

Chen Jiuliu came back to his senses and said, "Senior Sister He, I want to leave the Holy Mountain."

Fan He looked at him helplessly and said, "Young Sect Master, it is not the first time you have made such a request. You should also know what your body is like. In the past ten years, you suffered heart-eating pain every full moon night, and even the Sect Master was helpless. However, these three years have been frequented every three days. The Sect Master, the Sect Master, will not let you leave with confidence."

Chen Jiu was consciously touching the cinnabar between his eyebrows, and an inexplicable voice sounded in his mind: I, the descendants of the Yu family, assumed the position of guarding me, if one day my descendants stole my own robbery, they would endure the pain of heart-suffering every day and end until death.

"Don't stop until death..." Chen Jiuliu's hand holding his purse trembled. What was the heart-eating pain he suffered? What did he forget and how could he remember?

"Jiuliu." A familiar voice came, and Chen Jiuliu didn't have to look back and knew who the person was.

The next moment, Lily of the Valley was already standing beside him.

Thirteen years have passed, and Lily of the Valley has grown up. Wearing white disciple clothes on her makes her look more innocent and innocent.

"Julyu, you are looking at this purse again." Lily of the valley pouted, saying, "Do you think of something every day?"

Chen Jiuliu shook his head and said firmly: "One day, I will remember it."

Lien Lan pulled up his sleeves, her eyes full of cunning, "Let's stay for a long time, stop thinking about it, go and accompany her senior sister to practice swordsmanship."

Fan He hurriedly stopped him: "Lily of the Valley, the young master is just in good health. Don't mess with him, let him have a good rest."

Lien Lu retorted: "I also know that my junior brother is just right, but when I am alone, I always think about it. It's better to go out with me to practice swords. Maybe I won't get sick again if I feel better."

After being so slandered by her, Fan He was speechless.

Chen Jiuliu picked up the sword beside him lightly, and said with a cold expression: "Don't you want to practice swords? Let's go."

Lily of the valley smiled happily, and the admiration in her eyes could not be hidden: "Okay, I know that I love my senior sister the most when I finally got to know that I love you."

Looking at the two of them leaving behind, Fan He was a little worried. Lily of the valley had always liked the young sect leader, and the great elder and the sect leader were happy to see it.

But the young master looked at Lily of the Valley without any affection. He only treated Lily of the Valley as his sister who took great care of him. Alas, I hope the young master can get enlightened as soon as possible.

Outside the holy mountain.

Late at night, Xizhou Shuye City.

The moonlight was bright and slowly sprinkled down, as if it was covered with a layer of silver gauze for the entire Thunder Leaf City.

The bustling and lively streets are quiet during the day, and at this moment, the rapid footsteps sounded one after another.

A blue figure fled over the wall, at a fast speed. Behind him, a young woman in a colorful skirt chased her desperately with a sword.

"Hey, I said Lou Sanniang, isn't it just a pot of wine? Is it necessary to chase me for three days and three nights? Could it be that you fell in love with me, so you chased me closely?" A slightly slutty voice came, which almost made the woman behind me feel angry.

Her figure flashed quickly, blocking the man, and her charming face was cold: "Fall in love with you? You are dreaming during the day. I will tell you Yunyoufeng to put the wine back for me, otherwise I will make you unable to drink wine for the rest of your life."

Yun Youfeng sat down on the wall and looked at Lou Sanniang with a high voice, and smiled: "But I have finished drinking, otherwise I won't be in a hurry to drink next time I'll let you drink it when you chase me."

Lou Sanniang was so angry that she scolded: "Bastard!"

As the two were about to fight, their faces suddenly changed.

They stood up straight at the same time, looking vigilantly at the intersection ahead.

The footsteps sounded from far to near, and with the slow pace, the gentle voice of the man came with a faint fragrance of medicine: "It's such a good night, you chase me, beat and scold me casually, Sanniang is so happy to wander around."

Hearing this voice, the two of them suddenly lit up: "Rong Xian."

The visitor was wearing a purple long dress, a silver gauze coat, a purple jade belt, and a black hair tied by a wooden hairpin, lazily behind him.

She was carrying a medicine box, and only the purse accessories embroidered with fir tree patterns on her waist exuded a faint fragrance of medicine.

Compared with eight years ago, she grew taller and more beautiful, and her breath was more peaceful and friendly. Her phoenix eyes smiled softly and affectionately, as if she had absorbed the moonlight in the sky.
Chapter completed!