Peacock Mountain, Tallinn

"Sir, the Salesian Hospital sent a picture, saying that they found the little boy."

Ji Hongchen's subordinate, Long Muqing, a disciple of Hehuan Sect's hidden lineage, said timidly.

She always felt that Master was scary, so she didn't dare to call her Master, but called her Sir.

"Bring it here."

Ji Hongchen said calmly.

There was no excitement or gaffe, just like a routine, she had been looking for traces of the little boy, but she didn't know why.

She has been in this confused state since her master became a demon and died.

Spending money in the Salesian Home to find the remaining images in my memory is just to give myself an explanation.

Hopes raised again and again, and disappointments again and again.

She didn't even know the boy's name, so how could she find him?

So her mood now is calm and traceless.

Then this peace was shattered when he saw the portrait.

"It's him."

"Who is he?"

"Why do you feel the urge to cry?"

"not him."

"She should be so young, around ten years old." Ji Hongchen stretched out his hand, as if it was a habitual movement, in the remaining chapters of memory.

She would touch the boy's head and talk to him with a smile.

Ji Hongchen thought of this and closed his eyes again.

"It's him. He should be about this age."

"But who is he?"

"I can't remember."

"It should be a very important person."

"Where are the people?"

"The messenger said it was at the Salesian Hospital."

"Sir, do you want to go down the mountain?"

"The Red Dust Sword is placed here and will be guarded by two elders."

Ji Hongchen pondered for a moment and made arrangements.

The remnants of the Lihen Palace are not very powerful. They are directly attached to the Vajra Temple. They belong to the combat power of the Vajra Temple, but there are still dozens of them.

The main person guarding Ji Nu's mausoleum is Ji Hongchen, but there are also two elders in the Xiantian realm who work together to guard it.

After all, the care and protection of the Red Dust Sword also requires human hands.

Except for someone like Chu Qianqiu, who defies the will of heaven and feeds the Sheji Dao with dew from the sky every day, who can have the luxury of running around with magic weapons?

Do you still need to practice?

After all, the warming and nourishing magic weapon itself will eat up a lot of infuriating energy, so the magic weapon will not be carried around unless it is an emergency.

Of course, magic weapons are usually marked.

If Ji Hongchen is in danger, he can also summon magical soldiers.

"I'll tell the Zen Master."

Ji Hongchen was a decisive person. Since he wanted to go down the mountain, he immediately contacted Zen Master Buye.

…

"What?"

"You want to go down the mountain?"

"Hongchen, can't we change the time?"

Zen Master Buye was taken aback. He felt extremely uneasy today, as if something terrible was about to happen. He even asked the abbot to help him contact Mrs. Nightingale.

To prevent her from having an accident.

As a result, Mrs. Nightingale's reply was all normal. This should have been reassuring news, but it made Master Nightingale feel frightened, as if something terrible was about to happen.

Now Ji Hongchen is going down the mountain again, which makes people feel uneasy.

"Zen Master, this is very important to me."

"No matter what, I have to go down."

"The Red Dust Sword has been placed."

Ji Hongchen replied very coldly, without any hesitation.

"then you go."

"Contact me at any time."

"I leave one more spiritual seed for you."

Zen Master Buye thought for a moment and made a decision.

The remnants of the Palace of Lihen are the trump card that the Greed Faction strives to control, because they are so good at fighting. The women who can condense the [Love Sword] or the [Ruthless Sword] have fighting abilities that far exceed those of masters of the same level.

Therefore Zen Master Buye respects each other very much.

"good."

After Ji Hongchen agreed, he flew down the mountain directly, feeling uneasy in his heart.

Who is the person in the remaining memory?

Peacock City, Salesian Home

"Your surname is Su?"

Chu Qianqiu met Ji Hongchen again. She was wearing a red dress, with black hair, deep eyes, reddish lips, fair complexion, slender figure, mature and charming, but she looked a little tall and difficult for ordinary people to get close to.

The sword energy emitted unconsciously is enough to sting those who are close to her.

"That's all I remember."

Ji Hongchen nodded.

"Su Simiao, do you still remember this name?"

Chu Qianqiu did not intend to ambush the other party at this time. After all, she was also the inheritance of the Palace of Lihen, and she could also have some friendship with him.

"No impression."

"Do you remember that boy's name?"

"I don't remember."

"It's just that occasionally when I'm dreaming, I see his vague smiling face, which looks a little silly, and I want to slap him on the head."

Ji Hongchen took a deep breath, and she suddenly felt the urge to cry.

For warriors who practice the "Red Dust Sword Art" and follow the ruthless way, this is a fatal injury, more fatal than any move.

As the saying goes: A great man forgets his love, a wise man is too sentimental, and a fool is not as good as his love. Therefore, a wise man has no dreams, and a fool has no dreams. (Note 1)

She maintained the state of mind of being too supreme, her sword heart was clear, and even Chu Qianqiu felt a certain threat from the sharp sword energy.

"Then where does your family live?"

"I don't remember."

"Haven't you ever gone home?"

"Master said that once you enter the Palace of Lihen, you no longer have a home."

"Who is he to you?"

"Important person."

After Ji Hongchen answered several questions in succession, he asked impatiently:

"Where are the others?"

"If the person you are talking about is Su Changsheng."

"Then he's dead."

Chu Qianqiu took a deep breath, completed the promise he made to Long Qi, and added:

"He died of illness."
To be continued...