Hua Wujue stared at this somewhat confused guy.

His inky eyes looked at him.

He looked at him too.

"Who are you?"

Hua Wudao was at a loss.

"I... just love you."

Hua Wujue said calmly.

He probably didn't expect that the answer he just got would also be his current answer.

"You and I..."

Hua Wudao still didn't understand the current situation and seemed even more at a loss.

"Maybe, not you either."

Hua Wu Jue added.

"You..." Hua Wudao looked at him.

"But, to you, it doesn't matter." Hua Wujue shook his head.

"Go back. You and I are the same. You and I cannot be confused with each other."

Hua Wujue waved his hand lightly, and the figure of the other person gradually disappeared in this chaotic memory space.

And just after the opposition dissipated.

A man with black hair and white robe walked over with Cangsang and Hun Dun.

He didn't speak.

And 놆 sat down aside.

"Then do you want to reject your past?"

The black-haired figure looked at Hua Wudao who was slowly waking up from the ground in the void in front of him and spoke softly.

Hua Wujue also sat down, his dark eyes showing no emotion:

"I am me, not you."

The black-haired figure smiled but remained noncommittal.

"Sure enough, you are still me, just like me."

He fetched a wine bottle from somewhere.

"Drinking?"

Hua Wujue took a look and drank it without any hesitation.

“Good wine.”

Hua Wujue said calmly.

"Oh, good wine." Hua Wudao took it, tilted his head back and took a sip, his eyes a little dazed: "I want to buy osmanthus flowers to go with the wine, but it doesn't seem like... I'll just go out for a walk."

"You are drunk."

Hua Wujue couldn't hear any emotions.

"Drunk or not."

“He who is drunk does not know it, and he who knows it is not drunk.”

Hua Wudao laughed loudly, tilted his head back and took a sip.

"You arranged all this."

Hua Wujue looked at the void in front of him, where the events that followed were being played out.

"Or rather, you arranged it."

Hua Wudao smiled slightly, and the two looked at each other and laughed.

"Why are you here now?"

"You don't take your life seriously, otherwise how could I come here without any problem?"

The backlash of time accumulated over countless eons forced the "past" to come to the rescue.

Both of them fell into silence.

“You have a new life.”

Hua Wudao spoke again, staring into the distance with a dazed look.

"Um."

Hua Wujue nodded.

"How are they?"

"very good."

"Do you think it's worth it?"

"value."

Hua Wudao nodded and said no more.

"If it's worth it, then do it."

Hua Wudao stood up, his white robe fluttering.

"My regret should not be for yours."

"My past should not be yours."

"You have a new life, I... should leave."

Hua Wudao said casually.

"You..." Hua Wujue's eyes showed doubt: "You don't have to be like this."

"Your past is not my past."

"My future shouldn't be yours."

Hua Wudao shook his head: "Wujue, Wudao, it's just a name."

"The intertwining of fate was already determined the moment it appeared."

"I'm done. I want to be done with everything."

"I leave the remaining choice to you."

"My will has long been your will."

"I'm relieved to leave the underworld to you."

"Honghuang, I'll leave it to you, and I'll be at ease."

"You will know everything you want to know."

Speaking of which.

He suddenly chuckled:

"The arrangement of fate is really interesting. I have never met a Taoist master in my life, but now I have a Taoist master brother."

"Goodbye, Wujue."

Hua Wudao gradually disappeared, and in the light and shadow, he left a smile.

As for Hua Wu Jue, his aura was rising continuously.

Wait until Hua Wudao's figure completely disappears.

Hua Wujue has also reached an unprecedented level of strength.

His aura was terrifyingly solid.

His eyes seemed to be filled with chaos.

“Crack!”

A hole suddenly appeared in the chaotic space of memory.

One hand came in, then the other.

Then a dissolute fellow crawled in in a very aggressive manner.

But none of this matters.

After he saw the figure in front of him, a smile immediately appeared on his face.

"Hey, Xiaohua!"

Xu Changliang was very happy. He immediately ran over to look around.

"Are you okay? Hey, you..."

Xu Changliang was stunned for a moment.

He suddenly discovered that Hua Wujue's aura had become much stronger, to the point where he could hardly see through it.

At the same time.

He discovered that there seemed to be the aura of a "half-step Taoist master" lingering here.

"Let's go."

"It's time for us to leave."

Hua Wujue smiled slightly.

Xu Changliang smiled back.

Black space.

On the chair, a black robe and a mouth were tied together in a very bad posture, with shackles all over the body.

No matter how hard the black robe struggled, it couldn't break free.

In fact, it didn't have much strength to struggle.

Its face was bruised and swollen, but although its face was hidden in the chaos, it was still visible.

Because of that chaos, he was beaten into a deformed state.

"Xu Changliang..."

It gnashed its teeth.

"Can the Taoist master do whatever he wants?"

"This world is not your home ground. You can't display your full strength at all. Just wait. When my body is refined into the original wildness, I will definitely kill this beast!"

There was a hole on the side.

Xu Changliang walked in from the side.

"Kill me?"

He smiled, but it wasn't a smile.

The black robe was stuck for a moment...

Immediately, there was a sound of ghosts howling.

That mouth no longer has the arrogance it had when the strange story began.

After this unreasonable guy invaded.

The first thing he said was "Where is he?"

No, it wanted to speak, but the other party didn't give it the chance to speak.

Just a beating.

Its owner is no match at all.

No matter how many tricks he used, he couldn't have any effect on the guy in front of him.

In the end, they were so desperate that they couldn't even self-destruct.

This is not the most heartbreaking thing.

They also discovered that the strange stories they had been watching for a long time were actually fake.

Hua Wujue didn't even enter into their strange stories.