"Master?" he murmured to himself, stunned when he uttered the word.
"Who is Master?" he asked, seemingly puzzled. At that moment, the god named Qi Yun looked at him. "A soul from a future life?"
"You, you can see me?" He had always thought he was a witness here, because he had been here for a long time but no one could see him.
This person resembled someone in his memory, but only in appearance. In reality, he was even more serious than the person with the stern face, like a dead person who had just woken up from a coffin, without a trace of human warmth.
"I ask you, who do you see yourself as?"
"I..." He looked at his hands in confusion, unable to remember who he was. He only remembered that something very important was waiting for him to do. "I...don't know..."
"Don't know?" Qi Yun smiled, but the smile was devoid of warmth and somewhat eerie. "Do you truly not know, or have you deliberately forgotten?"
"Deliberately? Forgot?" He seemed to remember something, and a face appeared in his mind.
That face on the water looked somewhat familiar.
Snap! Snap! Snap!
A few drops of water fell, rippling the surface. Then he remembered that his reflection in the water was himself.
He looked at the person in the reflection, and the person in the reflection was also looking at him. Qi Yun's lips curved into a smile, but his eyes were indifferent. "Do you remember now?"
"I am..." he murmured, then looked at Ji A'lao lying on the ground. It should be Qi's limbs. Even at this time, Ji A'lao was still alive. "Is it Di Ruo?"
"I don't know." Qi Yun stared coldly at his face, his brows furrowed, as if troubled by something. "I shouldn't have come."
She muttered to herself, and he didn't hear what she said after that. When he finally understood, he knew that Ji A'lao was looking at him. "Escape! Escape! Don't come back, don't let them find you! Go! Get far away from me, and never come back!"
This seemed to have become an obsession for Ji'alao, and even with the help of Qiyun, he still couldn't pull through.
Ji'alao is dead. Qi Yun floats in the air. "Are you going back by yourself, or should I take you back? Strange? How did you manage to come back?"
"I...I don't know who I am..." He had truly forgotten who he was. He seemed to be Di Ruo, the one Ji A Lao spoke of, yet he also seemed to be someone else.
However, his status as a stranger did not allow him to stay any longer; he had urgent business to attend to.
But a more important question lingered in my mind: "God of Fortune, is that you?"
"I suppose so." Qi Yun glanced at him a couple more times, as if looking at him, but also as if looking at something following behind him. "So it was her!"
"Do gods really exist? Is praying for good fortune truly effective?"
"Have you ever seen a god who needs human help?" Qi Yun sneered, his words carrying a sternness he had never experienced from that person.
He was speechless. The overlapping memories made him call out that familiar title, "Master, Second Senior Brother is still waiting for us to rescue him. No, that's not right, you're not Master, you're a god..."
Prayer for good fortune: ...
She sighed, displaying a kindness she had never shown in public before, and patiently stepped forward, placing her hand on the top of his head. "You should wake up now, after you wake up..."
Qi Yun stared at him intently, this time her smile was genuine, carrying a hint of relief, her smile faint, "The Soul Clan will return with you."
He felt a wave of dizziness, and in a daze, he remembered that he was Yang Wennan, the third disciple of Wen Jinge of the Xuan Yun Sect's Wan Zhang Peak.
He was not Di Ruo, nor had he ever truly shared the same fate as Ji A Lao. That god looked just like his master.
In a daze, he heard a sigh carried on the wind, probably from the god of fortune, "The last time! I've waited so long!"
"Master!" He opened his eyes.
A burst of energy erupted from his body, as if he had brought back some powerful weapon. He thought it was probably something he had brought back from that god of fortune.
Soul Clan Mark, Awakening...
Was that really not a dream?
He still felt it was all an illusion.
Qiao Yu opened her eyes and was not surprised to see him. Judging from his eyes, this should be her master. His killing intent was directed at the sleeping bald monk beside her.
"Master." Yang Wennan was about to walk forward when he found that his legs were suddenly going weak.
"We're not celebrating today." As soon as Lu Wei finished speaking, he slapped himself across the face. How familiar those words sounded!
Then, he heard Qiao Yu speak, "Master, what did I do wrong? Don't hit my face, Master won't like it if I'm disfigured."
Lu Wei: ...
What's wrong with you?
Yang Wennan is not in good condition; you can tell from the nimble way he knelt down that he must be injured.
Lu Wei couldn't help but glance at him a few more times, because the aura on his body didn't seem like that of a sword cultivator, but rather contained an ancient aura that he was more familiar with.
Lu Wei couldn't figure out exactly what it was for a while.
"Weren't you captured by the Dream Weaver? Why didn't you come to the Black Forest with us?"
Yang Wennan looked at the dark figure lying on the ground not far away. It was Wen Shuqing. The bloodstains on the ground stretched from where he had been. He should have been the first to regain consciousness and the first to be seriously injured.
"The Black Forest?" he asked, puzzled.
"Yes, Master, do you know a god called Qiyun?"
"Um?"
"She has the same face as Master, but strangely enough, I don't remember anything there. If it weren't for her, I might not have been able to come back. That was a scene from the past, so why could she see me? Master, do you think there are any gods who can cross two different times to communicate with people?"
Lu Wei was stumped by the question.
It was only because the question seemed familiar that Wen Jingge had always been demanding of him when he first arrived at Wanzhang Peak, asking him all sorts of random questions.
Wen Jingge also asked this question.
Why?
“It must have been her who said it.” His expression was strange.
Wen Shuqing's body on the ground was already cold, stiff, and covered with lividity. Yang Wennan was certain that this person had actually died before he encountered him this time.
"She was looking behind me when she spoke, saying, 'Oh, it's her!' It seemed like she was watching me talk to Master." Yang Wennan shook her head. "Maybe I'm mistaken. Yes, Master, let's go find Master! I've lost contact with Master and Junior Brother for a long time."
Yang Wennan held a cane. His physical condition was becoming more and more like that of Di Ruo. His knee felt like it had been hit by an arrow, his legs were trembling, and he couldn't stand up at all.
"Your master made you blind just to trick you into making money for her. There's no need to be so stubborn. Besides, there's no one here."
"No one?" He closed his eyes; indeed, there was no one there.
But he always felt that there were eyes watching him from the shadows, as if someone was aiming a sword at him.
He heard the wind, and before he could even open his eyes, he saw a sword light piercing straight towards him!
"Go to hell!"
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