On a beautiful island in Jichi Holy Land, Qingxuanle looked into the distance in a daze.
The surface of the lake is sparkling, and at a glance, it looks like there are thousands of unknown flowers blooming with petals, which are strange in shape, but beautiful and fascinating.
This island is the island with the richest true energy in Jichi Holy Land, besides Shengzun Island and Core Elder Island.
And there is a strange flower blooming on this island.
Ink bone flower!
The Ink Bone Flower does not have colorful colors. Instead, it is completely black, just like a straight branch. Most people do not regard it as a flower at all.
I don’t know why, but Qing Xuanle has a special liking for this ink-bone flower.
She often stared blankly at those ink-bone flowers. Sometimes she would be stunned for an entire afternoon, completely motionless.
This scene is already used to those maids in the Golden Core Realm.
This saint is a weirdo.
As for the only Nascent Soul realm old woman, she stood aside with a sullen face.
Her mission is to protect the safety of the saint. As for the saint being dazed for no reason, that is not her concern.
"Every time I see the Ink Bone Flower, I always feel something familiar in my heart, and I don't know why!"
Qing Xuanle's figure is slender, like a bud in the morning. She sits casually on a boulder, her arms hugging her knees, and her delicate little face casually placed on her knees. Due to the pressure on her chin, Qing Xuanle's body is slender.
Xuan Le's lips were slightly deformed.
But this little bit of squeezing did not affect Qingxuanle's beauty, but instead gave him an ethereal and casual beauty.
There is no need to be dignified at all, she is the most beautiful flower in the world, even if it blooms randomly, it is enough to outshine all other flowers.
"Why do I always have a dark shadow in my mind every time I look at Ink Bone Flower? It's so strange!"
Qingxuanle frowned slightly.
Every time she looked at the Ink Bone Flower, a thin and dark figure would always appear in the back of her mind.
It's very vague and distant, like an illusory dream, but it makes Qingxuanle's heart ache.
To relieve the colic, she could only look at the ink-bone flowers more, and then she would feel much better.
That’s right!
The appearance of the ink bone flower really looks like a straight back at first glance.
"Why do I suffer from amnesia, why do I have angina pectoris for no reason, why am I never happy!"
Qing Xuanle bit her lip, not knowing what she was thinking.
She is the direct disciple of the Holy Lord and the saint of Jichi Holy Land. She has a very high status. Although her cultivation is at the Nascent Soul Realm, the elders in the Natural Selection Realm must respect her respectfully.
The Holy Lord gave himself the best island in Jichi Holy Land and the best maid.
The Holy Lord almost always responds to him, and he can practice or rest. The Holy Lord never forces himself.
Moreover, the Holy Lord said that he is the daughter of the hero Qing Tianyi, and this identity is glory!
But even so, Qingxuanle still couldn't be happy.
She couldn't remember what happened when she was a child.
The Holy Lord said that he suffered from a disease and lost a lot of memory.
But there are still some secrets buried in Qing Xuanle's heart!
For example, she didn't like Jichi Holy Land, but rather hated it. She wanted to escape from here in a rebellious manner.
She doesn't like these powerful maids either, she doesn't even like the Holy Lord, and she doesn't like all the elders here.
Here, Qingxuanle has no sense of belonging at all.
From time to time she looked north late at night.
She always felt that something was calling her in the far north and she should go there to take a look.
But the facts told her that it was an illusion.
Just like the figure that looks like an ink-bone flower, the call from the north is also Qingxuanle's little secret, and she hasn't mentioned it to anyone.
"Why am I different from others, why can't I be happy?"
Qing Xuanle has never smiled since he had memories.
She even tried to imitate other people's smiles, but the muscles on her face couldn't make this expression at all, so Qingxuanle finally gave up.
She admitted that she had been deprived of the ability to laugh by God.
Every day was the same and dull, and Qing Xuanle felt that her life was unnecessary. Sometimes she looked at the golden ripples like fish scales in the sunset, wanting to lose all her cultivation, and then jump.
pity.
She doesn't dare and can't!
Saint Qingxuanle is the direct disciple of the Holy Lord and the daughter of the hero Qingtian Yi. Her mission is to repay the nurturing grace of Jichi Holy Land. She is not qualified to die.
Qing Xuanle's memory is filled with these terms.
Mission, service, kindness, obedience!
Sometimes she felt that she was a tool that had been carefully crafted, and even the way many elders looked at her seemed like they were looking at a precious vase.
He is incompatible with Jichi Holy Land and the entire world.
"Maybe these maids are happier than me!"
Then, Qing Xuanle looked at the maids serving him.
She could often hear these maids laughing and playing around. They were quietly pointing out the young male disciple, Yingjun, and whispering about which elder had feelings for which disciple.
Qingxuanle has no feelings about any of this.
She didn't understand what emotion was, nor did she understand what handsomeness was. She saw that the male disciples in the Holy Land were all the same, no different from wood. Perhaps the only difference was that they were tall, short, fat and thin.
"Hey, why are they so quiet today!"
Suddenly, Qingxuan Le frowned, with some doubts on his brows.
Because she has no airs, these maids usually live a casual life. As long as the old woman doesn't look bad, they will laugh and play.
Qing Xuanle even liked watching them fight and stopped the old woman's management several times. In the end, the old woman acquiesced.
But today is not normal!
These maids were as motionless as wax statues, not even blinking.
She glanced at the old woman in the natural selection realm again.
It's strange that this old woman has a habit of shaking her head slightly and rhythmically, but today she didn't move at all. It was like the sun was coming out of the west.
"Something's wrong!"
Although Qingxuanle lost his memory, his innate vigilance was still there.
She stood up suddenly and looked around vigilantly.
Qing Xuanle was terrifyingly calm, with sharp edges bursting out from his pupils. Although he seemed to have never fought in his memory, this instinct was hard to explain.
"Hello, your name is Qingxuanle, right?"
After examining it for a long time, Qingxuanle found nothing. She even suspected that she was dazzled.
But at this moment, a calm and low voice came from the center of the ink bone flowers ten meters away.
Buzz!
At this moment, Qing Xuanle's mind went blank.
She didn't know why, but her heart was beating so fast that it almost jumped out of her throat.
This is not fear.
Qing Xuanle was not afraid of death. She didn't even wonder about the source of the sound. She was surprised that it was the first time she heard it, but she felt familiar.
Whoosh!
Qing Xuanle turned her head sharply.
Sure enough, among the ink-bone flowers, stood a dark and thin figure.
At this moment, Qing Xuanle almost suffocated.
That’s right!
It's this back view.
Wearing a long robe with a straight back, the flowers overlap infinitely with the flowers of the Ink Bone Flower, almost exactly the same.
The mystery that had troubled Qingxuanle for more than a year was finally solved.
She understood that the worried figure on her back was the one in front of her. At this moment, Qing Xuanle suddenly had an idea, and it was as if a hundred thousand kilograms of burden had been lifted off her whole body.
"As long as he's alive!"
Then, a sentence popped up in Qing Xuanle's mind for no reason, and then everything disappeared, just like a fragment in a hallucination.
At this time, Qing Xuanle looked at the Ink Bone Flower again, and it seemed that he no longer had the obsession he had before.
"Who are you?"
"How brave you are to come to Jichi Holy Land!"
Finally, Qing Xuanle calmed down.
Although countless thoughts flashed through her mind, she was still the saint of Jichi Holy Land, and she knew that there were many enemies in Jichi Holy Land.
"Do you... want to become a disciple?"
Suddenly, Zhao Chu slowly turned his head.
He looked at Qingxuanle calmly, at this strange Qingxuanle who had been reborn.
Zhao Chu really couldn't find any reason to face her again.
"Apprenticeship?"
"I have a master. My master is the Holy Lord of Jichi Holy Land. He is very powerful."
"Also, you'd better not be presumptuous, otherwise if I crush this token, my master will come to save me. He is a strong man in the Half-Step Wenyuan Realm. You can leave quickly. I will treat you as if you have never been here.
!”
Qing Xuanle held a dark elixir in her palm and calmly threatened Zhao Chu.
However, Zhao Chu just smiled calmly, and his expression said one sentence: I will watch you squeeze.
Three minutes later, the two were still in a stalemate.
"Go away quickly, I'm really going to pinch you."
Finally, Qingxuanle collapsed.
She couldn't understand at all that she actually felt compassion and was unwilling to let her master kill this young man.
Qingxuanle couldn't understand his behavior at all.
"I am better than Yu Min'en, and I am qualified to be your master!"
"With your qualifications, you shouldn't still be in the Nascent Soul Realm!"
"You...want to be free?"
Zhao Chu asked rhetorically.
"Hmph, how old are you, how can you be more powerful than my master?"
"Besides, I have a distinguished status in Jichi Holy Land. I can do whatever I want. I am very free. I don't need you to meddle in my own business."
Qing Xuanle retorted.
"No!"
"You are not free!"
"True freedom does not mean that you can do whatever you want. It means that you don't have to do anything if you don't want to do it. No one or anything can force you."
"You want to leave Jichi Holy Land, but you can't. You want to escape from the shadow of Yu Min'en, but you can't. You even know that you will marry someone you don't like, but you still can't refute."
"So, do you still feel you are free?"
Zhao Chu continued to ask calmly.
"Huh, you're bullying me."
Qing Xuanle was speechless when asked.
She seems to be the freest person in Jichi Holy Land, but in fact she is surrounded by an invisible cage.
"Come on, you are a free bird. Yu Min'en is not worthy of clipping your wings. I want you to fly again."
Zhao Chu didn't say much.
He flicked his sleeves and directly used the power of his spiritual thoughts to break through the stasis of meridians in Qingxuanle's body, allowing her to break through on the spot.
"Ah, what are you doing? I actually broke through."
Qingxuanle jumped on the spot, his face full of surprise.
The Holy Lord had asserted that it would be difficult for her to break through. In fact, she could take the elixirs from Jichi Holy Land at will, but her qualifications were really dull and she was worse than a maid. Qing Xuanle and even herself were discouraged.
But who knew that today's breakthrough would be such an understatement.
This is simply a miracle.
'Qingxuanle, although I can't help you recover your memory, I will help you break the cage here. This is the debt owed to you by the Northern Realm, and it is also my debt to you...'
Seeing Qing Xuanle cheering for joy, Zhao Chu smiled knowingly.
The person in front of me is really completely different from Qing Xuanle.