My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 57 Lost Memory [Do you know what day it is today?]

Tianlan City, west of the city.

Different from the prosperous other places, this place is rather deserted, and it is true that the west of the city is considered a slum.

The broken stone road, the long and quiet alley, and the walls covered with green vines.

The gate of the abandoned courtyard and dilapidated wooden house was slowly pushed open, making an old creaking sound.

Ye Wuyou walked in and looked at the dust on the ground. Only then did he realize that he had not been back for a long time.

Previously, I had been living and eating in Tianlao, then I stayed at Zhao Changhe's place for half a month, and finally went to Yunwu Mountain again.

However, he did not have the heart to clean up now. He walked straight into the room, lit three incense sticks at the memorial tablet beside him, and then sat quietly at the table where he used to study.

He asked a lot of people along the way.

The answers were all the same. The name of this playboy Wu Zulong was known to everyone in Tianlan City. He was considered a notorious playboy.

But why do I, a local who has lived in Tianlan City since birth, have no impression of this?

If it's simply that there is no impression and memory is lost, then it's fine.

But Ye Wuyou clearly remembered the deeds of that prefect, and even remembered that he had two sons, both of whom were very promising. One was a general in the border army, and the other was an official in the capital. This was a beautiful story that the people of Tianlan City would occasionally mention.

Why is it a good story? Because it is compared with the third son.

But the more this happened, Ye Wuyou still couldn't remember the existence of such a person. He had only heard of this name until today.

"My memory has been tampered with?" Ye Wuyou frowned.

Ye Wuyou closed his eyes and thought carefully about the scenes that had happened several months ago, from when he almost starved to death at home, to when he was sent to the Heavenly Prison to the present.

The conclusion was that there was nothing wrong with his memory.

[Problem? In your eyes, nothing is a problem. If there is a problem, it must be the world that has a problem.]

Correct!
It’s definitely not me who is wrong, it’s the world!
Ye Wuyou didn't think that there was anything that could silently tamper with his memory. After experiencing so much, his mental sensitivity had skyrocketed, and no ordinary illusions or strange erosions could deceive him.

At least not without any notice.

Moreover, Ye Wuyou knew that he was not affected by the strange aura.

Therefore, all this must have been caused by some weird person, who created an identity out of thin air and deceived everyone in the city.

He was about to draw a conclusion, but hesitated.

Are all the people in Tianlan City affected?

And at least from what he had seen, that Wu Zulong was indeed a normal person, his breath was weak and his state of mind was scattered, a state he had reached after taking drugs.

If it was weird, or if it was caused by a cultivator at a very high level, what's the point?
Ye Wuyou's gaze suddenly turned to the room at the side, where there were three incense sticks and a spirit tablet.

The spirit of the deceased father, Lord Ye Changsheng.

The name Ye Changsheng sounds like a big shot, and the name Fujun also sounds awesome.

But Ye Changsheng died young, and "Lord of the Mansion" only refers to his father, without any other meaning.

Ye Changsheng died peacefully at home three months before Ye Wuyou. Ye Changsheng was about to take an exam at that time, and the academy even held a training camp for him so that he could go directly to the exam after the training.

I lived and ate in the academy for a month.

Of course, this costs money.

When he returned home after the exam, all he saw was the coffin.

And I also died of a cold a few months later, and then...

"No, there must be something wrong with my memory, otherwise I would have noticed it long ago, but there is another explanation for all this."

Ye Wuyou withdrew his gaze from the spirit tablet, looked out the window at the gradually darkening sky, and said silently.

"Unless the original body's memory was changed before death, only in this way I wouldn't notice it."

How did he die? He died of illness.

How did his father Ye Changsheng die? He didn't see it with his own eyes, but the answer in his memory was that he died of illness.

Ye Wuyou didn't think much of it at first, but now thinking back, it seems very strange.

Ye Changsheng used to be a jailer in the Heavenly Prison. Even though he has made no progress since then, his realm is still a real one.

Practitioners of the first realm cannot increase their lifespan, but their physique and blood are stronger than those of ordinary people, and there is qi in their bodies. In this world, even if they cannot live to be over a hundred years old, living to seventy or eighty years old is still normal. How can they easily die of illness?

As for yourself?

Although I had never been involved in spiritual practice before, I was still a young man after all. How could I give up just because I couldn't hold on?
But the past is like smoke, how can we explore it?

Ye Wuyou thought for a long time. The sky was already darkening. He did not light a candle, but just watched the quiet darkness envelop the surroundings little by little.

He stretched out one hand and spread it out flat. A small black figure slowly condensed in the palm of his hand.

Shintoism - Tianyan.

The black figure was in his palm, bowing gently to him.

hum...

A scene emerged in his mind.

The deserted courtyard without a single light was stained in black, the dilapidated board house, and the corners filled with dust and spider webs...

It turns out that the Shinto technique Tianyan can directly see the picture. It is really mysterious.

These familiar scenes made Ye Wuyou realize that this was his home.

But when?
Ye Wuyou was a little confused. It was his first time using Tian Yan. He was not familiar with this magical power and used it completely subconsciously.

But this scene should not be in the past, but in the future, or even some time after now.

Because my yard has never been so dirty before.

Ye Wuyou's gaze moved slowly across the screen, and suddenly, his pupils shrank slightly.

At the gate of the courtyard, a small figure stood in the darkness.

A little girl in red, holding a tattered rag doll in her hands, stood outside the courtyard gate.

"Dong dong dong..."

……

The luxurious carriage slowly stopped in front of a mansion. Ma Liu immediately ran to the side, knelt down, and let the person in the carriage step on him.

Wu Zulong had a gloomy face and was about to walk into the mansion.

"Third Young Master, don't you want that woman in the car anymore?" Ma Liu reminded cautiously.

"I'm not in the mood right now, so I don't want it."

A hurried voice came from the carriage, and then a charming woman poked her head out, "Third Young Master, we agreed..."

Before he finished speaking, Wu Zulong threw down a few silver coins and said, "Here's the money, get out of here."

After saying that, he walked into the mansion.

Ma Liu stood where he was, took half of the silver and put it in his arms, then stared at the woman fiercely until she left.

Only then did a thoughtful look appear in his eyes.

Why is it that this Third Young Master has been in a bad mood since he went out for a meal and doesn't want a woman anymore?

Is it because of those guys in the next box?
I dealt with them myself, cursing through the door, and then was caught by a burly man who rushed out from inside and paid the bill for them.

But at least I did something.

Wu Zulong had no mood to care about anything else at the moment. He walked in the spacious courtyard of his home and headed towards his room.

He is very upset now, with countless questions in his mind.

Because he met someone.

A person who should have been dead.

He walked so fast that he didn't even notice the oncoming figure.

Wu Zulong paused for a moment, raised his head slightly, and met the majestic gaze.

"Father." He lowered his head, fear flashing in his eyes.

"Snapped."

The response he received was a merciless slap in the face.

The bright red palm print was left on his face, even causing him to stagger.

"You should be thankful that you didn't bring that woman into the house, otherwise it wouldn't be just a slap, but a broken leg."