The autumn wind rises and the dragon sings

Chapter 270: Conversation and Dispelling the Mist
The moment Zhaomuzun's eyes met the person's, his brain seemed to be frozen. He felt a chill and his thoughts were frozen. He had no idea how to react. Although the mist had dissipated, his vision became increasingly blurred until he could not see anything clearly.

No, it’s not that I can’t see clearly.

Zhao Muzun, who recovered from his trance, found that the environment he was in had changed. There was a vast expanse of white all around him, nothing in sight. His sense of direction was useless here, and there were no fluctuations from the formation. It didn't feel like an illusion either, because he could feel pain.

The unknown always makes people feel uneasy, not to mention that he had met someone he shouldn't have met before. Zhaomu Zun couldn't remain calm. He wanted to break it with force, but found that even his weapon was gone. His dantian was dead silent. The only thing he could do was to move forward and find a way out.

His feet were stepping on a vast void, but there was no sound. Zhaomu Zun was secretly on guard, fearing that there might be some hidden tricks waiting for him. After walking for a while, a figure appeared in the void, a figure that Zhaomu Zun was very familiar with and one that he never wanted to see.

The gentle and elegant eyebrows and eyes in my memory now only have a bit of coldness and seriousness. They stand quietly not far away, like a tall green pine growing among the sea of ​​clouds. They are fresh and resolute, but reveal a bit of coldness and loneliness, which makes people dare not approach them casually.

"Master..."

He spoke with difficulty, his voice was unexpectedly hoarse and difficult, as if there was a sharp blade blocking his throat, and every word was filled with the smell of blood. In a quick glance, he saw the scene behind him. On the large jade bed, a person was lying quietly on it, with his hands folded on his abdomen. The indigo robe and long purple hair dotted with broken crystals all revealed the other person's identity.

Zhaomu Zun felt a little dizzy for some reason, his body swayed, he raised his hand to support his forehead, a cold and sarcastic feeling rising in his heart.

Is this the hell?

"Golden Shadow."

The Taoist spoke slowly, his eyes fixed on the disciple who had been dragged in and thus restored to his former appearance. He had a complicated mood, but then his face turned cold and solemn, and he shouted softly, "Kneel down."

The uneasy Zhaomu Zun had no time to react before he knelt down. A bone-chilling chill instantly spread throughout his body, making him more certain of his guess. Then he heard the Taoist's question, "Do you know you are wrong?"

Know what is wrong? What is wrong? What is wrong with him? !
His already unstable emotions completely collapsed with this question, which in Zhaomu Zun's view was tantamount to raising an army to accuse him. He looked up at the Taoist in front of him, as if he had returned to the scene when he was still young and naive, and was cautiously seeking knowledge.

But what is being said now is completely different.

"Master, what is it that you are asking about?" Perhaps because he was certain that he was in the hell of endless suffering, Zhao Muzun was no longer panicking at the beginning and smiled sarcastically, "Is it about the betrayal of Emperor Xuanzong?"

The Taoist didn't answer, so Zhaomu Zun continued to talk: "Although I am the leader of the Four Wonders, I am not like Cang. Whenever I act, I can get the respect and love of those disciples. When they look at me, in addition to fear, there is also a hint of contempt. Master, do you know why this is so?"

Zhao Muzun's tone suddenly rose: "This is because, almost all the disciples of Xuanzong know that my status as the leader of the Four Wonders was not obtained by my own strength as I thought, but by the concessions of the Red Shirt Army, Shi, and Shi to me! Everyone knows it well, but I am the only one who knows nothing. It was not until I accidentally heard the conversation between you and the Red Shirt Army that day that I realized that in your heart, I was so unworthy of the responsibility!"

"There is also the next candidate for the position of the sect leader. The person you, Master, have been satisfied with is Cang from the beginning to the end, but you are worried that I will compete with him for it, so you set up a so-called competition to make me lose to Cang in public, and use my failure to establish his authority!"

Dao Wu Yu calmly looked at Zhao Mu Zun, who was agitated and accusing. A trace of disappointment flashed across his eyes. He asked softly, "Do you think that the competition I set was humiliating you?" Then he sighed, "Then let me ask you, who were the people who competed at that time? Didn't they lose to Cang?"

He lowered his eyes to look at the man who had no shame on his face, and his heart became more and more disappointed: "The candidate for the next sect leader in my mind is indeed Cang. Whether it is comprehension or character, Cang is far better than you. I originally thought that you were just a little competitive and radical, so I set up a competition to temper your temper, but I didn't expect... from the beginning, you went to extremes."

Dao Wu Yu asked in a deep voice: "If you think those disciples look down on you because of the Ochre Army's giving up the position, why don't you have a fair duel with the Ochre Army? If you win, naturally no one will dare to question your position as the leader of the Four Wonders; if you lose, you can also say it was a competition between fellow disciples, and give up the position of the leader of the Four Wonders. All the problems can be solved with just one duel. You will not lose either your dignity or status. Why do you have to let things go to extremes? Is what you said really what you want?"

Zhaomuzun was stunned and opened his mouth as if he wanted to argue something, but he gritted his teeth and kept silent.

"It's understandable that you are reluctant to give up your position as the leader of the Four Wonders. Everyone has selfish desires. I don't ask all of you to be able to achieve the state of having no desires, but you should never, ever take the lives of tens of thousands of Xuanzong disciples as the object of your dissatisfaction." Speaking of the Xuanzong disciples who died in the Taoist-Demon War, Dao Wu Yu's face was full of grief: "If you are dissatisfied, just tell me directly, I am not biased..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Muzun suddenly raised his head and asked angrily, "If you are not biased, why would Master accept Shaobai, who is inferior to us in both aptitude and cultivation, as his personal disciple? Even though we are both traitors of Xuanzong, he was not allowed to appear here with me. Even Cang was tolerant of him! Why! How can he compare to me?!"

“Shaobai…” Dao Wu Yu closed his eyes slightly and sighed, “What you think is partiality is actually derived from the intention of taking advantage of him… I feel guilty. He should not have accepted that destiny. It was your master who forced him to stay as your personal disciple, but was careless, which led to him being coveted, and even…” He was manipulated and determined to die.

Yes, although Feng Choubie has repeatedly stated that Shaobai being controlled by someone had nothing to do with whether he entered Xuanzong, Dao Wuyu still felt that it was he who made Shaobai accept that destiny and changed his destiny, which led to the tragedy that followed. As Shaobai's master, he didn't even know when his disciple was being controlled by someone... How desperate Shaobai must have been when he woke up...

"As for Cang's tolerance, it was naturally because it was the sorrow of separation, not Shaobai." An innocent soul who had no idea what kind of misfortunes he had suffered was already having a hard time just staying alive. How could he force the mistakes that were not his to the past? What's more, the other party had already been punished for Shaobai, so how could he bear to blame him too much?

Dao Wu Yu couldn't help but feel a headache when he thought about the little disciple who couldn't even say a few words to him without dying to apologize.

Zhao Muzun was unaware of the hidden story behind this, and only took it as an excuse, sneering: "Could it be that if you lose your memory, your past crimes can be wiped out?"

Dao Wu Yu knew that he had misunderstood, but he had no intention of explaining. He turned around and looked at the person lying on the ice bed, and sighed again: "Why did you want to kill Zi Jing Yi, who betrayed the sect with you?"

Although what Zijingyi did was unfair to Xuanzong, it was definitely fair to Jin Liuying and the relationship between them. But even so, Jin Liuying still killed him.

"Because he is my most trusted friend, but he betrayed me for the sake of profit." Zhao Muzun was stubborn and firmly believed that the other party betrayed him first. His expression was cold and grim: "Traitor, only death! If Shaobai was not protected by Cang and had the strange means to be resurrected from the hands of Gui Liangtianxia, ​​he should have been the first to die under Yunlong Zhan!"

"You...!"

Dao Wu Yu turned around, feeling the murderous intent released, thinking of how Feng Chou Bie had chosen to refute and support his actions no matter how he reminded him, as well as the affection Shao Bai had expressed in despair, he felt deeply sad for Shao Bai and Feng Chou Bie: "You really are stubborn and unrepentant!"

Then he thought that this was something Feng Choubie had created specially with his soul consciousness so that he could use it to influence others, and he even carefully reminded him, "Master, don't be angry if it doesn't succeed. Brother Jin was just deceived for a while. I can think of other ways later. I believe Brother Jin will figure it out." Now seeing the other party's unrepentant look, he felt more and more that it was not worth it.

But he still had to continue to persuade her: "You have done all this, and what have you gained now? Do you really not want to turn back?"

The only answer he got was a sneer.

Dao Wu Yu sighed again, this time for Feng Chou Bie: "Actually, I really want you to stay here, but Chou Bie said that he would give you one last chance."

With a gentle wave of his hand, the light, soft and gentle soul power condensed into a gauze and fell into the palm of his hand, as if it would dissipate with a slight touch, but Jin Liuying did not think that the object was as fragile as a gauze.

"Chou Bie has already been punished by Cang with a ruler. As your senior brother, I naturally cannot be partial to one and leave you out."

……

At this time, outside the poisonous spider forest, two figures were fighting fiercely. The sound of the piano turned into blades, the palm energy was like knives, and the pouring out true energy almost turned the originally dense forest into a ruin. Both sides did not hold back, and the aftermath of the collision of energy made the guards of the Hall of Eternal Life who came after hearing the sound dare not approach. They could only watch from a distance, otherwise their companions who were crushed into blood foam by the remaining energy would be a lesson for them.

Wen Tiandi became more and more surprised as the fight went on. Although he did not use his full strength, he had mobilized 70% of his true energy. Even if he could not defeat the opponent in a short period of time, at least he could suppress the offensive of Haoran Taoism. However, the incessant piano music and the ever-changing formation seals seemed to have no end, and they attacked him without any sluggishness, forcing him to respond with continuous moves, as if his true energy would be exhausted.

"Xuan Yin subdues the demon!"

"Yewu strikes!"

The sound of the piano turned into Tai Chi, falling from the sky to the ground. Under the soft light was the majestic and astonishing pressure of Taoism. Even Wen Tiandi couldn't help but lower his body slightly. He could only mobilize his true energy again and push his palms upwards. The powerful palm energy barely dispersed the Xuanyin Taoist Seal, but he could not avoid the remaining aftermath. The broken ground under his feet shattered again, and the corners of his lips were stained red.

"Who are you?" Wen Tiandi asked in a deep voice, but his peripheral vision was focused on Zhaomu Zun who was leaning against a tree and had lost consciousness. After the previous fight with the Taoist in green, he fainted inexplicably, and was then lifted under the tree by the Taoist in green with his true energy. In the following fight, he also deliberately avoided Zhaomu Zun, as if he did not want to hurt him.

Knowing Zhaomu Zun, and this familiar Taoist attack... Could he be a member of Xuanzong? But with such strength, he can't be an unknown person. Why has Cang never mentioned him?
As his mind turned over and over, the Taoist in green plucked the strings again, and the Taoist seal appeared behind him, and he was about to take action again. This puzzled Wen Tiandi. If he came for Zhaomu Zun, he could have taken his men away just now. If it was for the third important place in the poisonous spider forest, it would also be a good opportunity for him now that his true energy was insufficient. However, the other party seemed to want to waste time with him...

Doubtful and puzzled, Wen Tiandi faced a powerful opponent full of mysteries and could only put aside his doubts for the time being and try his best to deal with it.

When the situation became tense, Zhaomu Zun under the tree uttered a low groan and was about to wake up. The Taoist in green changed his moves instantly, made a feint towards Wentiandi, leaped away, grabbed a guard, and disappeared completely.

Wen Tiandi couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, with an inexplicable expression on his face. Looking at Zhaomu Zun who was looking around in a daze after waking up, he became more and more confused.

Going through all this trouble just to capture a useless guard?
In a grove, the Taoist in green took off his disguise and turned back to his original appearance of Feng Choubie. He glanced at the props that had been used and knocked out the guard who didn't understand the situation. He glanced at Dao Wu Yu who was standing aside, hesitant to speak, and guessed that this attempt at persuasion had failed.

As expected, I still have to let Senior Brother Cang give me a beating.

Feng Choubie secretly complained in his heart, but on the surface he consoled her caringly: "Master, don't worry. Senior Brother Jin just can't get over it for the moment. I will think of a way later and I will definitely get Senior Brother Jin back."

"I'm not worried about him." Dao Wu Yu, who had just given someone a good beating, had a gentle expression, without any trace of the seriousness and coldness when punishing people: "You are not hurt, are you? Goodbye."

"No, I was extremely careful and didn't give the other party a chance to hurt me." Feng Choubie answered as he dragged the unconscious guard forward. Afraid that the other party would not believe him, he opened his arms for inspection.

Dao Wu Yu carefully checked him and confirmed that he had no internal injuries and the external injuries were not serious. He couldn't help but smile with relief: "Chou Bie finally knows how to avoid the attack and no longer hurts himself by confronting him head-on. This is a good change."

Feng Choubie smiled shyly and did not explain that he actually used his own strength. He still fought head-on, but the result was completely different from before.

"sand--"

The figure of a young girl suddenly appeared in front of him. She walked to a tree and stopped, as if waiting for him to come over. Feng Choubie's eyes moved slightly, and he realized something. He calmly advised Dao Wu Yu to go back to the piano to rest. Dao Wu Yu naturally saw that this was an intention to get rid of him, but he always respected the privacy of his disciples, so he didn't ask any more questions, and the remaining soul dissipated in the air.

Feng Choubie casually put the Daoqin into the space he carried, then dragged the guard over and asked, "Didn't I ask you to take the pharmacist and the others back to the Immortal City first?"

"I sent it off. He's probably asleep now." The girl plucked a yellowed leaf and rubbed it in her hands. "When I saw that Tiandao in the public pavilion, I suddenly remembered what I had forgotten about Shaobai." Then she raised her head, a gleam of light flashed in her dark eyes. "Brother, when you entered Shaobai's body, did you hear a voice? It was very gentle, and you couldn't tell the gender, but it was a voice that made people let down all their defenses."

Feng Choubie shook his head and asked directly: "What did that voice say that made you care so much?"

"Brother, you are really perceptive." The girl smiled, but the smile was only superficial: "The voice said that the mission was just a trap, and asked me to give up Shao Bai immediately and then send me away."

Feng Choubie frowned and asked, "You're probably not the only one who heard that voice, right?"

The girl nodded and explained, "To be precise, all the people who were forcibly pulled into this world and started the mission from the beginning will hear it. But you, big brother, were neither forcibly pulled in nor started from the beginning. You were lucky not to be kicked out as an intruder, so you naturally won't hear that sound."

Feng Choubie ignored her ridicule, and only cared about the question: "What does this have to do with the way of heaven?"

"Because I always thought that the voice was a kind reminder from this side of the Heavenly Dao, but the words seemed to let the protagonist Shao Bai's situation go on. This is very wrong."

You have to know that the protagonist is the embodiment of luck, and is an existence that cannot be easily abandoned by the Heavenly Dao. The loss of any one of them will cause great damage to the vitality. The situation is not to the point where he has to cut off an arm. Unless the Heavenly Dao is crazy, there is no need for him to seek death.

The girl continued, "And I happened to hear the voice of Heaven today. That high and mighty indifference and coldness were obviously not the existence behind that voice. So there is only one possibility left..."

Feng Choubie understood what he meant, and a trace of solemnity unconsciously appeared between his eyebrows. He slowly uttered two words: "Origin."

Although the Origin gave birth to the Way of Heaven, and the Way of Heaven gave birth to the Rules, if this world had not suffered a catastrophic disaster or was about to be annihilated, the Way of Heaven and the Rules would not know the existence of the Origin, let alone meet it. Compared with the Way of Heaven and the Rules, the Origin cares more about the survival of a world, so it will choose a creature that satisfies it as a pillar. This creature may coincide with the protagonist chosen by the Way of Heaven, or it may be another existence that the Origin likes more.

Compared with the active Heavenly Dao and rules, the Origin seems a little lazy and sleeps most of the time. Unless there is a problem with the pillar He has chosen, which affects the survival of this world, He will not wake up. Even if He wakes up occasionally, He will only check on how the pillar He has chosen is growing.

"It seems that Shaobai is not the pillar chosen by Him." Feng Choubie sighed, "Otherwise, He would not have reminded you to leave, or even... give up Shaobai."

I'm afraid that the moment Shaobai was targeted, the origin chose to give up this protagonist, and it was more likely that Shaobai was used as bait, and when Shaobai was completely devoured, he used Shaobai to counterattack and completely deal with the invaders who were causing trouble to this world. So the way He asked the tasker to give up the task was not to protect the tasker, but to make the invader take the bait faster, and to get rid of the things that should not exist as soon as possible, so as to avoid serious damage to the world.

Benyuan didn't care what would happen if he lost a protagonist. What's more, if he lost Shaobai, he still had Qiuyu. Qiuyu was also a protagonist, and a clean protagonist who hadn't been targeted.

Feng Choubie remembered that when he first met Qiu Yu, he asked him what the mission was. In addition to fulfilling the original heart's wish, Qiu Yu also gave a very strange answer - to lead Feng Choubie back to the right path. At that time, he thought that it was the original Qiu Yu who cheated and knew that Shaobai had betrayed Xuanzong.

"Then what you mean, big brother..." After hearing Feng Chou Bie's strange answer, the girl narrowed her eyes and guessed, "Qiu Yu told Li Si about Feng Chou Bie. I'm afraid he vaguely sensed the original intention, but he didn't understand why Feng Chou Bie was treated like this. I can only guess that he did something wrong and let Li Si keep an eye on him."

Seeing Fengchou nodded, the girl couldn't help but sigh: "But, what did Shaobai do wrong?" He did nothing wrong.

But in Benyuan's eyes, Shaobai's biggest mistake was being targeted. If it was Qiu Yu who was targeted, Benyuan would still do the same. He would eliminate all unstable factors that would threaten the smooth operation of the world. Compared to one or two protagonists, He cares more about all living things in the world and the existence that represents the pillars of the world.

The origin is more indifferent, but also the most soft-hearted.

Be indifferent to those who don’t care, and be soft-hearted towards those who care.

Feng Choubie glanced at the sighing girl and said lightly: "You can't blame Him." You can't blame Shao Bai either. The only person who can be blamed is, of course, the invader who caused all this.

The girl looked at Feng Choubie's expression with curiosity, raised her eyebrows and smiled: "I thought that given your obsession with death and your desire to destroy yourself, you would hate this kind of behavior that disregards your own wishes and arbitrarily decides your future life and death. I didn't expect you to be so... tolerant?"

Feng Choubie had a blank expression on his face: "You are not annoying either." He even seemed to agree with Shao Bai. He had no intention of standing up for Shao Bai's experience. At most, he just felt pity for him.

"Because my experience is different from yours, big brother. Since I was born, I have been taken care of by the Origin, so I cannot understand why the so-called fellow beings would kill each other, and I don't need to understand. There are only two things I have to do: after I grow up, I will eat up the hopeless fellow beings; and help the Origin kill the already polluted Heavenly Dao."

The girl shrugged, speaking with an indifference as if she was not involved in the matter: "Like you, I am a pillar created by the Origin, and I am also the hope for the newborn world to return to normal."

"Since it is hope, why is the final result destruction?" Feng Choubie raised the corners of his mouth and said in a gentle tone: "It is because we, as hope, can only slow down the speed of destruction, but cannot completely eradicate it. Rather than watching our fellow tribesmen struggle..."

"It's better to give them a relief." The girl took over the second half of the sentence. The two stood and looked at each other. The completely different eyebrows and eyes overlapped at this moment, as if they were one.

The girl looked into the other's equally dark pupils and suddenly asked, "Does it hurt, brother?"

"Hmm?" Feng Choubie seemed a little confused.

"First, your soul was severely damaged by another "you", and then you took the destructive blow of the power of rules without any resistance..." The girl approached step by step, and a very faint, yet appetite-stimulating fishy and sweet aroma lingered at the tip of her nose. Bloodshot eyes surged: "Now your soul is probably full of holes, too fragile to withstand any attack, right?"

Feng Choubie didn't care about it and grinned: "What? You want to eat me right after you regained your memory?"

The girl rolled her eyes: "You know me, and I know you. Just as you don't want to eat me, I have no interest in eating you. I'm just a little weird..." She asked bluntly: "Why are you still alive?"

She was burdened with two curses from heaven, and they were triggered at the same time, but in the end only her soul was severely damaged. Even she was not sure she could survive.

"I didn't understand it at first either." The curse is called a curse because it has a very strong law of cause and effect. It is like the Sleeping Beauty in the fairy tale. Just by touching the spindle, she triggered the condition for death. If it weren't for the help of the fairy who changed death into sleep, she would have never waited for the destined prince.

After some thought, Feng Choubie guessed that when the first curse was cast, there must have been a fairy in a fairy tale who changed the content of the curse. But now, with the girl's words, Feng Choubie felt that it might not just be changed, but...

"Crush."

The girl understood the two abrupt words and was stunned for a moment. Then she looked at Feng Choubie with a complicated expression: "The origin of a world, using all its remaining strength to bestow the most beautiful blessing in the world on His most beloved child... For a moment, I didn't know whether to envy or sympathize."

"Sympathize."

Feng Chou didn't think about the death he was longing for all the time. He would rather distort and change his memory, leaving a loophole for death, than remember the blessings filled with all the beautiful emotions and expectations. He chose self-destructive behaviors again and again, thinking that his former self must have wanted to be annihilated in the boundless space together with the only source that had released kindness. He didn't want to live on with the thought of being abandoned and struggling like this.

"How pitiful..."

Shao Bai was unknowingly used as bait by the very being who could save him, as a trap to get rid of invaders. He struggled again and again for survival, for his master, fellow disciples, and friends. He was once born as the hope of the world, but in the end, only destruction came upon him. He had no relatives or friends, and even the only person who loved him chose to abandon him at the last moment. He walked towards destruction alone with his broken body.

I don’t know which of these two is more pitiful.

"Wait, what do you mean 'I didn't understand it at first'?" The girl grasped the point and looked at him in surprise: "Didn't you recover your memory?!"

"When did I say that I recovered my memory?" Feng Choubie retorted confidently. The girl was stunned for a moment before she realized, "So, you were trying to trick me just now?"

"What clichés? Aren't you just talking to yourself?" Feng Choubie refused to take the blame.

The girl was choked by his accusing look, thinking that it was because she had indeed seen another self, and she was a little excited for a moment, and unconsciously shared her own experience. She also noticed that Feng Choubie didn't care much about his previous life's past, and thought he was used to being cautious and didn't want to talk about it too much.

Who knew that this guy hadn't recovered his memory at all, and was just making inferences based entirely on what she said!
"Then what about the 'rules of other worlds' that you mentioned to Tiandao before?" The girl was still a little unconvinced and asked about something that she would never know unless she recovered her memory. Feng Choubie blinked and remembered something: "Oh, this."

He smiled and said, "When I accidentally went to the future of this world before, I asked Tian... Where did that guy Li Si get the power of rules? He said he took it when he was rescuing the missioner. I originally thought that he had robbed this world of the way of heaven out of a sudden impulse, but after confirming that the rules of this world were still there, I knew that he was robbing the rules of other worlds, so he said that."

Rob...rob?

The girl looked a little strange when she heard this word, as if she was about to laugh. She never thought that the dignified Li Si would be seen like this in his eyes. This also confirmed that he really hadn't recovered his memory. Then her face fell: "So you took me to devour the dead energy and resentment, laughed at Penglai and played the piano, and let me meet Tiandao, all of which are..."

"Try to see if you can break that guy's ban. I didn't expect it to succeed, but..." Feng Choubie sighed with some regret: "It's only temporary. After tonight, I will lose my memory again, so..." He glanced at the shadow under her feet and said with a little encouragement: "Are you sure you don't want to take this opportunity to call him out and give him a good beating?"

The girl had a blank expression on her face: "Don't air your dirty laundry in public."

"We are the same person, don't be so formal."

"..." The girl looked at Feng Choubie's expectant expression, speechless, and changed the subject: "If you haven't recovered your memory, then what about your previous performance?" He even fooled her.

Feng Choubie smiled and said, "I just noticed something a little strange and made some inferences."

The girl felt a little annoyed when she heard this casual answer: "Then why didn't you seem surprised at all when you heard what I said about your experience?"

"Why?" Feng Choubie lowered his eyes and murmured to himself, "Because a long time ago, I discovered that I was special."

How early? As early as when he was still in his mother's womb, absorbing nutrients and waiting to be born after ten months of pregnancy.

Or maybe he personally felt the suffocation of a dead fetus in the womb, his soul floating in the air, and watched with his own eyes as his own and his mother's bodies were taken to an alchemy furnace by the old emperor, and their flesh and blood were crushed bit by bit and mixed with precious herbs to make the so-called elixir.

Or was it when the baby died in the womb for the third time and the mother's residual soul appeared beside her?
Because he had died too many times, he couldn't remember clearly, but he knew that he was special, because he knew clearly what the old emperor was doing. He even felt that if he wanted, the old emperor who tortured his corpse could die at any time.

And he actually did so, because it was too boring to watch the old emperor doing the same thing over and over again, and he was a little fed up with it. And it was also on that occasion that his mother appeared beside him, held him in her arms, and taught him to recognize words and objects.

The one she talked about the most was her only surviving brother. She often expressed her worries as a mother, and imagined how happy her brother would be if he was born safely and could stay with him and grow up with him.

Every word was like a seed that took root in his heart, and the desire to stay with his brother grew stronger. So he once again used that strange power to forcibly break the cage that had kept him alive. He opened his eyes in the strong smell of blood, endured the pain of broken bones and veins, smiled at the young man who was looking at him in despair not far away, and called out affectionately, "Brother."

I'm here to accompany you.

……

After listening to Feng Choubie's story, the girl sighed and said, "Compared to you, I really had it too easy. When something unexpected happened at the headquarters, I was very hasty in dealing with it."

"Indeed." Feng Choubie nodded in agreement, and then did not forget his original intention: "So you really don't plan to beat that guy up now?"

"..."

The girl rolled her eyes at him, not wanting to pay attention to this meaningless instigation: "Then what happened to your memory recovery before? Intermittent amnesia?"

Feng Chou thought about it, and seeing that the other person was another self, he did not hide it: "I once took out my own heart, and originally wanted to use it to replace my own, but Li Si transformed it into my own exclusive system. I named it "Red Vermillion" according to the color of the eyes of that system."

"I can tell from the name that you don't like it." The girl couldn't help but complain.

Feng Choubie ignored him and continued to explain: "If we use modern knowledge to explain, I am equivalent to the host computer. I have stored most of the power and memory in Chi Zhu, who is a USB flash drive. When we don't touch each other on weekdays, we are two separate individuals... Oh, of course. The control is always in my hands, and we are one from beginning to end."

The girl had a vague guess, but she wasn't sure yet: "So, what were you doing before?"

"This story starts from the day when Gui Liang Tianxia silenced me—"

Memories:

Demon world.

After Jiang Yin took the Daoqin to his residence, he took out a ball of pure white soul from his chest and placed it on the Daoqin that was still ringing. He looked at the black threads wrapped around the soul, carefully removed them with his fingertips, and put them into his mouth: "An unprotected and damaged soul is the easiest to be tampered with, Master..."

The soul body shook, and a vague voice came from inside: "If you have something to say, just say it directly. Don't beat around the bush."

Jiang Yin swallowed the black silk and chuckled, "Master, using your body as bait may indeed catch the big fish you have been pursuing for a long time, but the damaged soul is too fragile and prone to accidents, which may cause the original plan to deviate. Whether the plan can be realized is secondary, I am afraid that it will leave irreversible sequelae."

"I do not care."

"But the adults care."

The soul was silent. The last thing he wanted was to involve Lan and the others, so he threw a smoke bomb, but he couldn't hide it for long, so he compromised: "What do you think?"

The smile on Jiang Yin's face deepened, and a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes: "My master and I are one, including our consciousness. The master can transfer part of his consciousness to me, and I will enter the master's soul to keep the damage to the soul within an appropriate range. If necessary, I can also surprise him."

"Hmm..." After a moment's hesitation, he asked with some doubt: "Why do I feel like you planned this?"

Jiang Yin, whose thoughts were exposed, held her face with her hands, looking very shy: "After all, this is an opportunity to have close contact with the master, and I have naturally been looking forward to it for a long time (*/＼*)"

"...Get lost (▼皿▼#)" You shouldn't have any illusions about this guy.

Although Jiang Yin behaved unreliably, this plan did sound good. Most importantly... he could go to Qiu Yu with this face and try to die at the same time. Just thinking about it made him a little excited.()*
After finalizing the plan, he divided his consciousness into two parts, and put one part into Jiang Yin's body, while Jiang Yin directly entered the soul body and merged with the remaining consciousness.

Because they were originally one, this process was completed quickly. After adapting to the extra abundant power in the body and touching the abdomen to make sure there were muscles, he left the residence with satisfaction. Without alerting any demons, he placed the Taoist harp carrying the soul into the Heavenly Demon Pool, said hello to the statue of the Heavenly Demon, and then left with light steps.

A few days later, Feng Choubie, who was using Jiang Yin's body, noticed that another part of his consciousness began to awaken, so he happily went to the location of the soul and surrounded it from the front and back with the Buddha-devouring Boy and the Life-Shedding Boy.

Looking at the soul with a dark face and obviously in a bad mood, he smiled very happily.

Chi Zhu, that guy, finally proved reliable for once (*︶`*)
just now:

Feng Choubie thought about what happened later and complained with a look of disgust: "Chi Zhu, that guy, is really unreliable."

I've been stuck on writing for a long time because of this guy Jinmutou. Now I've finally finished it. There's a bit too much written. You can point out any bad parts so that the author can make changes⊙⊙!