Zishan poured wine for Yiyun and reminded her, although she didn't know if Yiyun would remember that sentence longer.
"What did you say just now?" Yiyun's confused expression made Zishan just couldn't help but laugh. She also covered her mouth and couldn't stop laughing. She finally managed to squeeze out a broken sentence. "No...
What...?"
Yiyun stopped asking and continued to eat the food on the plate. Zishan also did not try to repeat it, because several months of getting along had already made Zishan realize that if Yiyun heard something that she would forget immediately, even if she talked about it again
Even if it is repeated ten times, the length of time it will be remembered will not exceed half a quarter of an hour.
The chopsticks in Yiyun's hand froze, and he looked at Zishan seriously. After staring for a long time, he said, "You look familiar."
Zishan sighed, and Yiyun forgot again. She had emphasized this matter many times. Slowly, Yiyun remembered it for longer and longer, and this time she remembered it ten times.
A quarter of an hour passed. "I am your wife, Zishan."
"I remembered, this is my home." The chopsticks in Yiyun's hand continued to pick up a piece of beef. Zishan discovered that although there was something wrong with Yiyun's memory, and her memory was still the same as when the selfless mood first formed, but
, he still habitually eats his favorite dishes in the past, drinks his favorite Piaomiao Wuhen wine, and still habitually continues self-study, practicing sword dancing to practice actual attribute values, occasionally, from time to time, unpredictable
Some words from the past about a certain person will pop up. "How long has it been since we last visited Xiaolin?"
"Six months."
"I remember it was half a month ago. Half a month ago, she just made you a light green skirt..." Yiyun said, Zishan listened and nodded repeatedly. "Yes, yes, I remembered it wrong.
Well, it's half a month." Yiyun said that it was hundreds of years ago. Zishan still remembers that skirt because it was a favorite skirt that was accidentally damaged before she was worn enough. But
She did not correct it because she had tried it long ago and it would not have any effect. It would only make Yiyun confused and ponder, but in the end she could not figure out the result. On the contrary, even this limited and sudden memory of things would be contradictory because of the contradiction.
Conflict and forgetfulness.
"Report to the Holy Master, the Deputy Holy Master is back." Not long after the attendant reported, another attendant had led Bu Cun and Xiao Jian over from a distance. Bu Cun was dressed in white robes, and his steps were as light as stepping on the void.
It seems to work.
Yiyun watched, frowning slightly as Bu Cun and Xiao Jian sat down, with confusion in her tone. "I remember that your Qing Gong was not so high in the past."
"I didn't expect you still remember me, Yiyun, I haven't seen you for many years..." Looking at Yiyun in front of me, Bu Cun was reminded of memories that had been forgotten for a long, long time... This purple shadow became a deep memory in the rivers and lakes.
The symbol of purple is in the hearts of many people who know Yiyun. When they think of him, they think of the silence emanating from his deep purple suit. All masters in the world have inevitably experienced ups and downs, as well as countless dangers.
Changes have occurred, but in the world, among those who are as famous as Yiyun and have encountered countless hardships like him, apart from him, Xiao Yunxi is the only one.
Many years ago, many people in the world said that it was a good result that Yiyun and Xi'er fell into the eighteenth level of hell. Otherwise, they would have been swallowed up by the torrent of time sooner or later. At that time, when the new internal law became popular in the world
, the speed flow has become a garbage route that no one practices, which is completely incompatible with the martial arts of the new inner law era. When Bu Cun drinks and dines with some old Jianghu from Tianmeng, someone always mentions Yiyun and Xiao Yunxi at the wine table.
Some people say, "If the Legend of Justice and the Legend of Killing are still in the world, they will be low-level characters in the new internal law era! It doesn't matter if they can't escape from the 18th level of hell, they can become legends forever..."
Bu Cun always chooses to remain silent on topics like this. There are always too many Jianghu people who are complacent because of their progress in certain aspects, thinking that they have broken through the ninth heaven and reached the sky in one step. Even many old Jianghu are no exception. It seems that the Jianghu is static.
They are the only ones who are athletic. They all seem to have forgotten one thing at that time. It is people who determine strength, not martial arts. There are many bright and dazzling new stars in martial arts, but they can only bloom for a moment, and then very quickly.
Sunk quickly.
Yiyun and Xier created a miracle and left the eighteenth level of hell.
At that time, I couldn't tell whether I was happy or worried. Yiyun had never been Xiaojian's friend. They had different views and were destined to become rivals. In such a world, everyone has his own way, and no one would do it for the sake of it.
Others give up their own way. Because those who give up will inevitably become dependent on others.
The past, the past selflessness... In the past, it was Yiyun who guided Wu Cun into the artistic conception, into the selfless artistic conception. She understood the wordless silence of the selfless artistic conception. So in the end she tried her best to break away from the selfless artistic conception. That
It's because Yiyun is her guide into the artistic conception, forcing her to never forget it. She can't help but think about Yiyun as her guide, longing to be close and longing to stay by his side.
However, that was all in the past, very far away, more than three hundred years ago...
"After so many years, I should always make progress." Bu Cun smiled and poured wine into the wine glass. The wine fell into the glass drop by drop. It didn't feel like pouring wine. Originally, it was just because the memories were too long.
That's why I poured the wine like this. The last drop finally made the glass full.
Yiyun's eyes fell on Xiaojian's face, and she was confused for a long time in her confused eyes. "Why do I want to kill you so much?"
"Because we know each other." Xiaojian held Bu Cun's filled wine glass and drank it dry. Yiyun looked at him motionless, not picking up the wine glass in front of her. "Why don't I want to drink with you at all? Is it us?
Have a grudge?"
"No."
Silent, silent for a moment, Yiyun's eyes were still confused, and her tone became blank and empty. "What did we just say?"
"No." Xiaojian was still drinking alone. Zishan chuckled and continued the conversation. "Xiaojian is my brother. You guys know each other. We were very familiar with each other before."
Yiyun was silent, he couldn't remember, he just felt that Xiaojian looked familiar, and he just felt that when he saw him, he wanted to kill him.
Xiaojian stood up and said to Zishan in a cold tone, "You should be willing to do it sooner."
"No way!" Zishan pouted, with a stubborn attitude that he would never accept Xiaojian's suggestion. Xiaojian didn't say anything more, and Wu Cun followed him and stood up. Just when they turned around, Yiyun suddenly moved
.
The deep purple Beiluo Zixiao was unsheathed like lightning, and flashed through the void in an instant. Yiyun stepped on the edge of the table, and she and her sword flew towards the back of the little sword! The cloud-like energy was pushed out as it disappeared.
The palm of his hand filled the back of the small sword, and the deep purple sword light penetrated into the floating cloud energy. When the power on the sword penetrated into the floating cloud energy, it was instantly absorbed by the clouds,
Scattered and uncontrollably separated from the sword body, and the clouds and mist spread twice as much in an instant.
The power on the Beiluo Zixiao Sword immediately disappeared. At the same time, the spreading cloud caused all the energy that was poured into the arm holding the sword behind Yiyun's sword to be absorbed and dispersed into countless tiny parts.
, the energy light mist integrated with the clouds and mist.
At the same time as Yiyun drew her sword, the little sword instantly transformed into a shadow. The powerless sword only penetrated the shadow of the little sword... When the many shadows merged into one, the person of the small sword stood next to the Beiluo Zixiao sword.
, three feet away, looked at Yiyun with an indifferent expression. The clouds and mist formed by the floating clouds dispersed as the purple shirt waved its sleeves. Bu Cun smiled, but did not look back. "You haven't changed after so many years.
Don’t you think this sneak attack is shameful?”
"I remember that the sword that kills people does not need to be greeted." Beiluo Zixiao Sword was slowly sheathed, and Yiyun confusedly recalled the floating cloud energy created when Bu Cun took out the palm a moment ago. It was something he had never seen before, no less than
Yu Zhanyi's miraculous, unique and extremely powerful Qi Qi. It just doesn't exist. Even in the world for hundreds of years, she has only the reputation of the undefeated legendary lady. It has been many, many years.
No one has ever seen her fight with anyone, but if there is no existence, there is no existence. She has never given up her martial arts, but there are not many situations in the world that are worthy of her taking action personally.
"Yi Yun, how far can your sword go if you still blindly pursue the speed of the sword? Didn't Zhanyi Shibadi make you understand that the numerous updates and changes in Jianghu martial arts have made Jianghu martial arts break away from the primitive stage in the past? Multiple swords
It has only been a few decades since Jin was born in the world, and many masters have been able to deal with it or even crack it. If you are blindly unable to deal with Xitian Bliss, whose martial arts gap is huge, you don't really plan to wait until you have successfully mastered the sword code before fighting Xitian Bliss head-on.
?" Bu Cun said, as if he didn't feel that it would be redundant to say too much to Yiyun in this state, as if he wasn't worried that he wouldn't remember these words at all. "Xitian Bliss will not let us wait.
On that day, the Buddha's light will shine everywhere."
Xiaojian had already left, so Wu Cun chased after him.
Bu Cun is not worried that Yi Yun will forget, because Bu Cun understands selflessness and understands Xi'er better. Xi'er is like this. In the long years, she always wanders between clarity and confusion in the selfless mood. Many years ago, Xi'er didn't
I don’t understand why, but I just know that if anyone thinks that Xi’er in that state is a madman and can be killed easily, then that person will die faster than anyone else.
Today, many years later, Ni Cun already knows that it is not because Xi'er has never escaped from the primary state of selfless artistic conception, but it is just a method Xi'er chose to fight against the selfless artistic conception that will inevitably accumulate and backfire over time.
The accumulation of inner demons is so powerful that it affects the artistic conception because there are too many squeezing emotional conflicts. If you are always forgetting, you will naturally not accumulate too many inner demons. (To be continued. If you like this work,
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