Chapter 675: The Son of a Hero Should No Longer Be a Thief

Beside the tributary of Wangchuan River, Qingchi half-knelt down weakly.

She lowered her head and let out endless sorrowful sobs, showing unprecedented weakness.

The youth of the past, that ignorant and green feeling, the secret joy and sense of support like a newly blooming bud, is like a sand painting blown away by the wind, disappearing bit by bit.

The unforgettable dependence on life and death, the vows that transcend life and death, the emotional shock of life and death that was imprinted on the soul like a branding iron, all seemed to be extinguished, leaving only a cold emptiness.

These were all her past with her lover, her understanding and experience of love, all of which were abandoned by Qing Chi.

She had to do this, only by doing this could she save her lover.

"I will rescue you, even if it costs me this much...I have forgotten you, I no longer love you!"

Yellow dust gradually appeared on Ross's body.

"Can't you suppress it anymore?" His expression changed slightly.

He had fought the Earthly Evil God for so long, and had actually paid a heavy price. The injuries he had been trying so hard to suppress had finally erupted.

But this time, he was powerless and could only let the injury develop and petrify him into a clay statue.

But his mind was not on himself, but on Ning Zhuo.

"Impossible!"

"General Qing has already sacrificed so much, taking out so many memories as bait."

"Why, why can't I catch the young master?!"

Ross was extremely puzzled.

This is a huge misunderstanding!

Ning Zhuo pretends to be Jiao Ma, not his true appearance, which leads to Luo Si's misunderstanding. Qing Chi also keeps mistaking him for someone else.

How could she lure Ning Zhuo over with her memories and feelings for Jiao Ma?

"Damn it, time has dragged on for so long. If this continues, even if we rescue the young master and bring him ashore, his memories will be completely wiped out, and he will become a blank slate."

Thinking of this, Luo Si shouted, "Sir! Why not take the initiative to discard your memories, lighten your burden, and then let General Qing carry you ashore!"

If a cultivator's consciousness falls into a tributary, it will be washed away and drowned, but the sound will not.

Ning Zhuo was immersed in the river water, his ears moved slightly, and he vaguely heard Luo Si's cry.

"Let me forget it on my own initiative?"

“No, no…”

"There's nothing I can forget. If I forget all this, will I still be myself?"

The waters of the Forgotten River are about to wash away his memories and emotions, but my Buddha Heart Demon Seal is suppressing his soul to counter the power of the Forgotten River.

Memories and emotions were all triggered and emerged one by one, more vivid than ever before.

It is better to be clumsy than to be unwilling.

"In Huoshi Mountain, the Lava Immortal Palace's plan to seize it has only been halfway completed."

Rather clumsy and angry.

"The enemy who caused the death of my parents has not yet been found, and I still have great revenge to avenge!"

It is better to be clumsy and fearful.

"If I forget my memories of being with my mother, how can she be resurrected? I am the only one left in this world."

I would rather stay.

He thought of Sun Lingtong, who had fought side by side with the boss countless times.

He thought of Linghu wine, and the flower of friendship blooming in Wanyao Valley.

He thought of Mulan, his nominal wife. He still had unclaimed rewards for his service in the two states.

He thought of the crusade against Qianfenglin, and how magnificent it was when the iron flowed across the plain.

He thought about how exciting it would be to wear the Cang Tie Han armor, fly as fast as the wind in the sky with Sun Lingtong, and compete with the golden eagle.

He thought of Zhu Xuanji, Ning Jiufan, Lin Shanshan, the Five Elements God, Liu Bei, Guan Yu and Zhang Fei, and the Qingjiao Army.

When he thought of Qing Chi, finally, the deepest and most obscure emotions in his heart became turbulent, no longer concealed, and were revealed.

Ning Zhuo...Shame on you!

"I'm not really Jiao Ma. This is just a coincidence, or perhaps it's the fate of the mortal world."

"Qing Chi...I shouldn't have lied to her. But I never found the right time to confess to her!"

"Also, mother..."

Meng Yaoyin.

When Ning Zhuo saw the giant paper statue at the south gate of Baizhixian City, which was his mother's appearance, and when he heard the praise of Meng Yaoyin from the mayor of Baizhixian City, Wen Runyu and others, and heard about the kind and righteous deeds his mother had done, Ning Zhuo felt - ashamed.

"I am my mother's child, but I am not like her, doing good deeds and performing good deeds. Even after leaving Baizhi Xiancheng for many years, there are still people who praise her and even build statues for her."

"But……"

"But I'm only a thief, a petty thief."

What kind of existence is his mother to him?

It is countless gentle caresses, soft encouragement, expectation from the heart, hope at the end of life, and protection with all one's strength even if it means becoming a mechanism, until the soul is extinguished.

"I want to save my mother, even if her soul no longer exists in this world."

"I want to trace the traces she left in the world."

"I have an overwhelming desire to understand her and know more about her."

"What kind of person is mother?"

When Ning Zhuo came to Baizhi Fairy City, he got the first answer to this question.

Meng Yaoyin was the towering paper statue, a monument to the White Paper Fairy City. Without her help, the White Paper Fairy City would have collapsed long ago. The unity between the ghost and human races was a tribute to her teachings.

In order to completely eradicate the crisis of Baizhi Fairy City, she cooperated with the Gray Bone Old Man, excavated the power of Xuansu Scholar, and laid out plans for decades to welcome the changes in the world of the living and become the real savior.

"Without a doubt, my mother is a hero!"

"The son of a hero, but a thief? Could he be a petty thief?"

The expectant gazes of Li Leifeng and Zhu Xuanji reappeared before their eyes.

Ning Zhuo is no longer the patient boy he used to be.

In the orchard at the foot of Huoshi Mountain, the fire persimmons absorb magma and geothermal heat and grow silently, just waiting to explode when they are ripe and fall to the ground.

Ning Zhuo has walked out of the Huoshi Mountain in his heart.

He is no longer the fiery persimmon that has endured for years, just waiting for an instant to explode.

He came to the Myriad Medicine Valley, and under the watchful eyes of the public, he endured criticism, doubt, and praise, and eventually became a divine seed of the five elements.

He participated in the war between the two countries, and his military strategist's ability made the seeds grow stronger, sweeping away narrowness and filling them with grandeur and bravery.

He came to the dark and humid swamp, looked up at the giant statue of his mother, and gladly accepted the arrangements of his mother and the heaven on earth.

He wanted to follow in his mother's footsteps and imitate his parents' behavior from the deepest impulses of a child's heart.

"As a hero's son, I shouldn't be a petty thief anymore!" He was filled with shame, and the plan to become a savior was now presented to him.

It's like a ray of sunshine, shining on the seeds buried underground at the most appropriate time.

This is an opportunity.

It is a gift from fate, an arrangement by his mother, and a way for Ning Zhuo to face up to his shame. It is also his salvation that will allow him to walk proudly and bask in the sun from now on!

He has already walked out of the Fire Persimmon Mountain!

He has the realm of the five elements, grand courage, yearning for light, compassion for misery, and remembrance of the virtuous.

Like a seed sprouting, it pushes out the most tender buds and pursues the sunlight.

So, Ning Zhuo jumped into the whirlpool without hesitation!

He cleverly argued with the traitor and racked his brains to make the most correct decision possible. A slight mistake could have led to a different situation.

He experienced the dangers of life and death, and after many twists and turns, he tried his best to find the smallest chance in the cracks.

He finally climbed onto the altar and got the Heavenly Demon Skull!

He was swept away by a tributary of the Wangchuan River and fell into a desperate situation.

Lord of Wangchuan!

Is it such an easy existence to deal with?

He is the king of a country, a god-transforming level being, the ruler of the Wangchuan underworld, and a ghost hero who has been planning his path for a hundred years!

Even though he was plotted against, besieged on all sides, and unable to focus on one thing at a time, and was greatly constrained, he still relied on his strategy, his fighting power, and his will to hold on until the last moment.

Push yourself to the limit and fight to exhaustion.

Even the old nest of Wangchuan Immortal City was on fire, and the Earthly Evil Turbidity Divine Spirit was even more disintegrated...

The losses were heavy.

But with the final layout, Lord Wangchuan was still able to kill Ning Zhuo!

How could he be the only one who suffered heavy losses?

The Silent Ghost Monk, the Painted Skin Rakshasa, the Ghost Fire Lord Yin Jiuzhu... and Luo Si, all covered with yellow earth, were rapidly transforming into clay figures.

He could no longer move.

Qing Chi knelt on the ground, holding the fishing rod tightly with both hands, turning all the memories and emotions about himself and Jiao Ma into bait.

Her heart seemed to be bleeding, and she had to make the cruelest decision for herself.

"Give up the memory first and do my best to preserve my feelings for Xiao Ma!"

"Even if... I completely forget about Xiao Ma, I still have this strong feeling that makes me persevere to the end and rescue him to shore!!"

Qing Chi's eyes were blurred with tears as he looked at Ning Zhuo who was sinking to the bottom of the sea and cried out in sorrow.

"Xiao Ma, Xiao Ma..."

"Come back soon."

"Let's throw away those useless memories and emotions, even our own..."

"As long as you're alive, everything is fine. Even if you forget me."

Lord Wangchuan was far away in the Immortal City of Wangchuan, but he had a panoramic view of everything.

He stared at Ning Zhuo in the tributary, while trying his best to mobilize the Dark Dragon Shears.

A faint light flickered in his eyes, and he had a new understanding: "You are too persistent, little devil, and too superficial. Do you think the heavens of the living arranged for you to come here just to deal with me?"

“No, He is arranging you too!”

"The Forgotten River is a river of cleansing. Through my hands, He will soak you, wash away your sins, and allow you to change your ways and gain another life."

Ning Zhuo is still trying his best to resist the erosion of Wangchuan River.

"Qingchi, Luo Si..."

He could hear Luo Si's cries and Qing Chi's sobs, but he was stubborn and unwilling to relax at all.

Ning Zhuo has not truly refined the Buddha's Heart Demon Seal. He is only at the foundation-building stage and is far from qualified.

He could only do his best to support and rely on the power of the magic weapon, but he couldn't control it freely.

He was very worried that if he relaxed even a little, the whole thing would collapse from a small point of view.

One more thing…

"If you want to be a hero, do you have to forget the past?"

"Let alone forgetting it, does it mean that my sins have been washed away and I'm qualified to start over..."

"Even if that's the case, I don't want to do this!"

Because even if I am a thief, I am still me.

That's my way of survival.

That’s the way I came.

I will never deny my past, no matter how humble, ugly, dark and unbearable it was.

"I have the Buddha's Heart Demon Seal, hold on!" Ning Zhuo was determined and did not waver.

If this were the main stream of the Wangchuan River, he would have already taken other measures. But this is a tributary, and without the supervision and replenishment of the Lord of Wangchuan, it is a rootless source.

The tributaries of the Forgotten River will also be consumed.

It had already consumed a great deal of energy in order to fight against the ice coffin within its body. Now, as it was trying to wash Ning Zhuo away, it was also being consumed by the power of my Buddha Heart Demon Seal.

"I would rather drain you dry!" Ning Zhuo was full of fighting spirit.

He wanted to live up to his mother's expectations, but he also didn't want to forget any memories related to Sun Lingtong.

At this moment, his sinking momentum stopped abruptly, and then he was pulled up by the hook, and his whole body was lifted up a little.

"Huh?!" In an instant, Lord Wangchuan's expression changed drastically.

Luo Si was overjoyed: "My fishing technique finally worked!"

Qing Chi's face was no longer filled with pain and sadness, but also had a touch of joy: "All kinds of sacrifices are worth it."

It turned out that the memory she paid had come recently.

All the memories about the defense of Baizhi Fairy City are what she and Jiao Ma (Ning Zhuo) experienced together.

These memories are effective for Ning Zhuo himself.

Qing Chi's joy immediately disappeared, and a mist of confusion appeared in the depths of his eyes.

"Where... am I?"

"What am I doing?"

"Save him? Why should I save him?"

Even though she has lost all her memories, the emotions she has deliberately retained are abundant and strong.

Save him, you must save him, even if it means losing your life!

Qing Chi raised his arm and slowly pulled Ning Zhuo up.

The Immortal City of Wangchuan.

“Don’t even think about succeeding!!!” The Lord of Wangchuan Prefecture roared. At this moment, his face was ferocious and extremely nervous, and he no longer had the calm demeanor of a lord of a prefecture.

Ning Zhuo was holding the skull of the Heavenly Ghost in his hand. If he was rescued, the Lord of Wangchuan's century-long plan would be completely destroyed.

Lord Wangchuan will never sit idly by and watch this happen!

For a moment, he tried his best to mobilize the Dark Dragon Shears.

His bead string was completely broken, but only a thin layer of ice remained in the tributary of the Forgotten River.

The hard work of Lord Wangchuan has paid off.

The Dark Dragon Shears in the ice coffin had already been ready to move, transmitting their power outside the ice coffin.

If the real Lord of Wangchuan was here, he would surely be able to easily recover this national treasure and behead the petty thieves like Ning Zhuo in one fell swoop!

But the Lord of Wangchuan Mansion was far away in Wangchuan Immortal City. Even the troops he had immediately dispatched to the altar battlefield had not yet arrived.

He could only transmit his consciousness and magic power through the great formation connecting heaven and earth, and trigger the Dark Dragon Shears from afar.

The great formation connecting heaven and earth was already severely damaged, but its core was well preserved. The altar battlefield was the core, allowing the influence of the Lord of Wangchuan to be transmitted.

The Dark Dragon Scissors shook violently, emitting a faint light. They pushed against the layer of ice coffin around them and slammed hard into Ning Zhuo who was drowning in the tributary.

"Not good!" Ross exclaimed in his heart.

His entire body was covered in thick clay, with only his face showing some of its original features.

Ning Zhuo didn't see the Dark Dragon Shears coming.

He turned his back to the ice coffin.

In the water of the Forgetful River, spiritual consciousness is ineffective and cannot leave the body to cover the body. To be precise, it will be washed away immediately.

Ning Zhuo fully supports my Buddha Heart Demon Seal and has no time to care about anything else. Even if it means controlling human lives, he is unable to convey a message of one or two words to Qing Chi.

At this moment, he became a fish, at the mercy of others.

(End of this chapter)