Xia Mang was walking on the street leading to the ancestral temple, when a woman in black suddenly appeared in front of her. She was holding a guzheng in her arms, with a graceful and graceful figure, and her bright eyes were staring at Xia Mang.
This is a very elegant and beautiful woman, with green silk hair like ink, just like the person in the painting, but at this moment, there is an unspeakable throbbing deep in her eyes as she stares at Xia Mang.
It was Xue Lingjun who was upstairs in the courtyard. She had seen Xia Mang leave the stage of life and death before. She ignored the surprise of Nalan Que and Xue Tengkong and left the courtyard immediately and chased in the direction of Xia Mang.
On the street, Xue Lingjun stood in front of Xia Mang, watching him walk step by step.
She stared at Xia Mang who was getting closer and closer, her red lips twitching, wanting to say something, but in the end she didn't speak.
Xia Mang walked in front of her, and then... passed her by.
She was right in front of him, but he seemed not to see her.
Xue Lingjun was stunned, then woke up, and then smiled, he had lost his memory. She turned around, looked at Xia Mang's tall back, and suddenly said: "Xia Mang, do you remember Xiaonan Kingdom, Tianzi Que, and Tianqiong Mountain?
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Xiaonanguo, Tianzique, Tianqiong Mountain...
Xia Mang's figure suddenly froze, he paused for a moment, and then said calmly: "I don't remember."
He didn't turn around, didn't take another look at Xue Lingyun, and walked forward without saying a word.
Xue Lingjun was silent. She stared at Xia Mang's back, her beautiful eyes changed, and said to herself: "I really have lost my memory!"
"Lingyun, what's wrong?"
At this time, Nalan Que and Xue Tengkong arrived. Seeing Xue Lingjun's appearance, they couldn't help but look at each other. After a moment of silence, Nalan Que asked tentatively: "Do you recognize Xia Mang?"
Xue Tengkong was also curious. Xue Lingyun had never been to Nanzhao Mansion and would never have met Xia Mang. If she recognized Xia Mang, it could only be... the former Xia Mang!
"The former Xia Mang?"
Xue Tengkong's eyes flickered and he thought to himself, "Where does this person come from? Could it be that he and Lingyun are old acquaintances?"
Xue Lingjun frowned, suddenly looked at Xue Tengkong, and said, "Where is the ancestral temple?"
Xue Tengkong was startled, and then said: "Go straight along this street, and you'll find it at the end."
Before he finished speaking, Xue Lingyun jumped up and chased after Xia Mang in the direction he left.
Nalan Que and Xue Tengkong did not dare to hesitate and followed closely behind.
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Xia Mang returned to his ancestral temple.
A beautiful figure stood in front of the courtyard. She seemed to have been standing for a long time, waiting quietly. It wasn't until she heard familiar footsteps that a smile escaped her delicate lips.
Xia Mang walked quickly to Xue Nianchu, held her cold hand, and said softly: "Is it cold?"
Xue Nianchu shook his head.
Xia Mang took out the wooden box and smashed it into pieces, revealing a dry branch about half a foot long. It was red all over, containing an extremely strange heat, overflowing with rainbow light, and the faint sound of phoenixes could be heard.
, the clearer and more passionate it is, it is like the sound of heaven, with a power that penetrates people's hearts.
"The sycamore bone seems to contain a fragment of the phoenix soul..."
Xia Mang muttered to himself, then put it in Xue Nianchu's hand and said: "You take it first, I will find a way to refine it and integrate it into your body. It should be able to temporarily suppress your cold poison."
This sycamore bone is very mysterious. Xia Mang doesn't know how to use it specifically. He can only put it next to Xue Nianchu first and use its hot breath to forcefully suppress the cold breath in her body. As for the future, he can only think of something else.
Other methods.
"Then the old man may have a solution."
Xia Mang planned to ask the mute old man for advice. The old man was enigmatic and could make Xue Longyong treat him seriously. This was definitely unusual. He might know how to use Wutong Bone.
Xue Nianchu held the Wutong bone, and waves of mysterious hot breath poured into her body. The pale color on her face faded a lot and became a little more rosy.
At this time, Xue Lingjun, Nalanque, and Xue Tengkong had already arrived. They kept looking at Xia Mang and Xue Nianchu without disturbing them.
Xue Lingjun looked at Xue Nianchu for a long time, and finally focused on those dull eyes, and whispered: "Is she Xue Nianchu?"
Xue Tengkong nodded.
"Is she blind?" Xue Lingyun hesitated for a moment before saying.
"She has been blind since she was a child and cannot see." Xue Tengkong said: "She was born with a cold body and was burdened with deep cold poison. She cannot stay away from the red stove for too long, otherwise the cold poison will attack. It is said that her eyes are caused by the cold.
The poison is too deep and strong, and it attacks the heart."
"Speaking of which, she is still my clan sister." Xue Tengkong touched his nose and laughed at himself: "It's just that no one in my Longxue family wants to get close to her. Of course, she also rejects everyone..."
He paused and then said: "Except Xia Mang."
Although the three people's voices were low, they did not hide the fact that Xue Nianchu, who had extremely keen hearing, asked Xia Mang: "Is someone coming?"
"They're just irrelevant people." Xia Mang said lightly. He took Xue Nianchu's hand and walked towards the small courtyard.
Seeing Xia Mang was about to leave, Xue Lingjun couldn't help but narrowed her eyes and suddenly said: "Xia Mang, do you really not remember the past?"
Xia Mang seemed not to hear and continued to move forward, but strangely, Xue Nianchu's figure froze slightly.
"I think it's not that you don't remember, but... you're afraid of remembering and don't dare to face the past." Xue Lingyun chuckled, her laughter as sweet as a silver bell, "Yes, you were indeed burdened with too much at that time.
, will be afraid, and it is natural to choose to escape, especially now that you have lost your memory, which is a perfect excuse for you..."
Her laughter was particularly beautiful, but her words were a bit harsh.
The two of them stopped. Xia Mang stared at the glazed flying knife for a moment, turned around, looked at Xue Lingyun, and said calmly: "Even if I am the Xia Mang you call me, so what?"
Xue Lingyun was slightly startled.
"Girl, can we talk?" Xue Nianchu suddenly said to Xue Lingyun.
Xue Lingjun was startled for a moment, then nodded, suddenly realizing that Xue Nianchu couldn't see it, she said again: "Okay."
"Xiaomang, you leave first." Xue Nianchu looked at Xia Mang.
Xia Mang was silent for a moment, then let go of Xue Nianchu's hand and walked towards the ancestral temple.
Xue Lingjun walked up to Xue Nianchu, looked at Xia Mang's back, and asked tentatively: "Has he really lost his memory?"
"Maybe." Xue Nianchu said vaguely, "I don't know, but he really doesn't remember many things."
"It seems that he really lost his memory." Xue Lingjun frowned, "What went wrong? Was someone dealing with him secretly and that caused the accident? But that is the Jishi Palace, with the mysterious chamber pot.
And my grandfather is here, who dares to do anything secretly?"
Of course she didn't know that the chamber pot was the one doing the trick.
At this moment, Xia Mang was sitting in front of the ancestral temple, listening to the sound of the mute old man carving a knife, and was lost in thought.
"Xiaonan Kingdom, Kunlun, Tianzique, Tianqiong Mountain..." He whispered, but his eyes were instantly gorgeous and dazzling, "From today on, I am Xia Mang."
He leaned against the door frame and the old wall, closed his eyes slightly, suppressed his sharpness, smiled bitterly, and murmured: "...Damn chamber pot, I really got screwed by you this time!"