"You didn't, did you? I don't think you drank much."
Ye Qiu was suspicious.
"I...I have a very low alcohol tolerance, I can't hold my liquor, I only have one drink."
Tang Keke said.
"Alright."
Ye Qiu did not press further.
Xia Hongdou glared at Tang Keke but didn't expose her.
The three quickly left the bar and headed towards their parking spot.
But Ye Qiu suddenly stopped after walking a short distance.
"What's wrong? Let's go."
Xia Hongdou was puzzled.
Ye Qiu didn't speak, but simply raised his eyes and stared at the young Taoist priest standing in front of him.
The young Taoist priest wore an old Taoist robe, with red lips and white teeth.
He was none other than the young Taoist disciple of Kunlun.
Ye Qiu stared at the young Taoist boy, and for some reason, he felt that the child was very familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before.
"Young Master Ye, please have your two friends leave first. I have something I'd like to say to you."
The young Taoist priest spoke softly.
"Where did this child come from, speaking with such an old-fashioned air?"
Tang Keke muttered to herself.
"Ye Qiu, do you know him?" Xia Hongdou asked.
“I don’t know you. You guys go to the car first,” Ye Qiu said.
"Alright, then hurry up and come over."
"good."
A moment later, Xia Hongdou and Tang Keke left.
Ye Qiu walked up to the young Taoist boy, stared at him seriously, and asked, "Have we met before?"
"I know you. I used to be your teacher."
The young Taoist priest.
"Nonsense." Ye Qiu frowned. "If you were my master before, you wouldn't have called me Young Master Ye the first time you saw me. If you keep spouting nonsense, I'll take action."
"No." The young Taoist boy smiled bitterly.
Whether before or after losing his memory, Ye Qiu is not someone to be trifled with.
He took a deep breath and said, "I have been entrusted to come and teach you some things. I have a cultivation technique here called the Nine Revolutions Reincarnation Longevity Technique. This technique..."
The young Taoist boy quickly explained the wonders and drawbacks of the Longevity Technique in great detail.
"Who sent you?"
Ye Qiu asked.
"Well, you'll know when your memory returns. Just tell me, are you willing to learn?" the young Taoist asked.
"I don't want to," Ye Qiu said. "I have a better cultivation method now and don't need this Longevity Technique. Please leave."
"Ah?" The young Taoist boy exclaimed in surprise, "You are different from others. If you cultivate the Longevity Technique, there will be no side effects."
"No repairs."
Ye Qiu's attitude was firm.
"Alright." The young Taoist boy smiled bitterly, "As expected, in the end I am the only one practicing this technique alone. What a pity."
"How much do you know about my past? Why don't you tell me about it?"
Ye Qiu stared intently at the young Taoist boy.
For some reason, he didn't treat the young Taoist abbot as a child at first glance.
This was a subconscious behavior that Ye Qiu himself couldn't understand.
"Young Master Ye, my understanding of you is also very limited, so I won't say much. In short, you should focus on your cultivation now and not worry about anything else. That's all I have to say. Farewell."
The young Taoist priest turned and left.
"stop."
Ye Qiu tried to stop the young Taoist.
But the young Taoist took a few steps and, as if shrinking the distance to an inch, quickly disappeared.
Ye Qiu looked at the empty space ahead, feeling somewhat lost.
What exactly happened to me in the past?
"Young man, what's past is past, why dwell on it?"
An old figure suddenly appeared, abruptly standing in front of Ye Qiu.
Ye Qiu was startled and took a few steps back.
Upon seeing the person before him clearly, Ye Qiu felt a strong sense of familiarity for some reason: "You...who are you?"
"Silly boy, you really have become stupid. You don't even recognize your master anymore."
The old man sighed.
He was that peerless master from Mount Zulong.
Upon hearing his words, Ye Qiu's eyes immediately reddened, and several images flashed through his mind, all of them showing the old man's kind face.
"master..."
Ye Qiu stepped forward and suddenly hugged the old man.
The old man was taken aback, and paused for a moment: "You... you've regained your memories?"
"No, I just remembered a few fragments. I believe you are my master."
Ye Qiu choked up.
"Silly child, don't rush to think about the past. Just do what you should do now."
The old man said.
"But I seem to have forgotten what I learned before. Master, could you teach me again?"
Ye Qiu asked hurriedly.
“No need,” the old man said. “Once you regain your memory, you will be able to understand those things immediately. You won’t need to start over. I came to you to teach you some other things.”
"Please speak, Master."
Ye Qiu became excited.
"speed."
The old man only uttered two words.
speed?
Ye Qiu pondered these two words.
The old man continued, "When speed reaches a certain level, enemies, the void, time, reincarnation, and even the universe can be cleaved in two with a single sword strike, and one can traverse them at will. Speed is the most terrifying ultimate killing technique in the world. Once mastered, it may be possible to make an enemy go from youth to old age in an instant."
"Isn't this the power of reincarnation?" Ye Qiu asked, puzzled.
"Speed allows one to transcend reincarnation and stand above it."
The old man said.
Upon hearing this, Ye Qiu seemed to grasp something for a moment, but almost missed it.
"My disciple, don't overthink it. You only need to do one thing: practice your speed and sword-drawing technique in various ways. Ideally, practice it ten thousand times a day. Don't find it tedious. Just persevere, and you will surely see a different world." The old man said earnestly.
"Master, could you tell me about my past?"
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