"No, it's not you." The Holy Light Rift Serpent shook its head, and the cave shook as well. "It's not you, something's wrong with you."
"..." Wen Jingge hurriedly pulled Qiao Yu aside to avoid being hit on the head by falling rocks. She grasped the deeper meaning in its words, "What do you mean?"
“A hundred years ago, she found me and said that the sword was for her future disciple. She told me that she didn’t have enough time, so she hid the sword with me for now. When the time comes, the sword will go to find its rightful master.”
"..." Wen Jingge.
Wen Jingge is a disciple of Bu Suanzi. Since Bu Suanzi was good at divination, does that mean Wen Jingge can also do divination?
Wen Jingge was confused. What kind of people would arrange everything before they die? "Wen Jingge" and Bu Suanzi were both such people. Weren't they afraid that she, an outsider, would cause trouble?
Or is she actually "Wen Jingge"?
But what if she has amnesia?
But where did all those memories of modern cities come from?
Wen Jingge thought about many things, and the more she thought about it, the more confused she became.
At this moment, Wen Jingge felt a little fortunate. Fortunately, she had written suspense novels before, and such a complicated relationship would not be easy for an ordinary person to understand.
Since waking up, the books beside her have been constantly changing. Liang Si, being meticulous, said that those books were all found in the records of the library and were books that "Wen Jingge" had read before. Every time Wen Jingge flipped through these books, she felt a strange sense of familiarity.
She was an orphan who had lived in an orphanage since she could remember. Even as a child, she was stronger than the adults and broke a lot of things in the orphanage. Everyone said she was a monster.
Wen Jingge had never taken these things to heart before, but Qiao Yu said that he would become stronger with each injury.
Wen Jingge shook her head. "Do we still need to find the sword?"
"Use it? I need to see if it's worthy." The Holy Light Rift Serpent seemed to have thought of something. "You said earlier that the one who took the sword might be a demon?"
"It's just a guess, but if you say no, then no."
"No, when Bu Suanzi tricked me into coming here, he said there was a place I must never go. We demons devour each other, and the resentment we accumulate is only to intimidate that place."
"Where?" Wen Jingge asked anxiously.
She desperately needed something to calm her mind, and after touching the scales of the Holy Light Rift Python, "Non-Existent" seemed to be asleep, refusing to appear no matter how much Wen Jingge called it.
For Wen Jingge, "non-existence" is like a restless time bomb. As long as it exists, Wen Jingge has to be on guard against it, and she has to keep all sorts of random guesses from surfacing.
"I'll take you there, but you'll have to walk the rest of the way on your own."
“Okay.” Wen Jingge pointed at Qiao Yu and said seriously, “No matter what your criteria for judging people are, this person is indeed Wen Jingge’s second disciple, and he will keep his promise to accompany you.”
The Holy Light Shattered Python froze for a long time before transforming into a human form. It was an old man with white hair and a thin frame. His snake-like eyes glanced at Wen Jinge lifelessly and said tacitly, "My time is coming to an end. I hope to see you come in five years to collect my corpse."
"Okay," Wen Jingge replied.
The old man rubbed his skin, and two different scales fell off. He gave the dark red one to Qiao Yu, who was still in a daze. He looked at the top of Qiao Yu's head and said, "This one is for you. Even if you go out, it can save your life if necessary. As for your body... never mind."
"Here, take this silver one. You'll probably need it when you get there."
Wen Jingge seemed to sense something: "Daytime?"
"Hmm." The old man looked at her with satisfaction. "Come see me in five years. I should rest now."
"Farewell."
"Huh? Senior brother, are we just going to leave like this?" Qiao Yu placed the scale on his chest. His world was no longer black; he could see every blade of grass and every tree outside clearly. "Senior brother, I really thought we were going to die. Luckily, that old man knew Master and Grandmaster."
Wen Jingge was taken aback. "Grandpa?"
That was clearly a 600-year-old ancestor.
Qiao Yu realized his slip of the tongue and looked at the dark red scales beneath him. "Senior brother, why is he familiar with you but distant with me?"
Wen Jingge: ...
How can this kid talk so much?
Do you know how to write the words "shut up"?
“I don’t know… My senior brother said he would teach me to read after we leave here. He also told me not to bother Master too much, saying that Master is sick and needs to rest. He told me to ask him if I didn’t understand anything, and if he didn’t understand either, he would take me to see Master.”
Wen Jingge couldn't help but sigh that Liang Si was truly the most worry-free disciple she had ever met.
Do you know why the man in black left without waiting for your thanks?
"Why……"
"Because you talk too much. Have you ever seen a swordsman muttering to himself while fighting?"
"That is my master!"
"..." Wen Jingge.
"Although there was no sound on the recording stone, and I didn't hear it, I also..." Qiao Yu was also confused when she said this, "I seem to know what the two of them were saying through mental transmission. I wanted to listen at the time, but I solidified my ninth-grade realm by one level."
Wen Jingge: ...
“Senior brother, you’re wearing this black robe…” He frowned, his eyes darting around, “Apart from being much thinner, your demeanor really is the same as the black-robed man who saved me that night.”
Wen Jingge rummaged through his storage ring, found a bag of spirit stones, and then pulled out another storage ring, forcing Qiao Yu to wear it. "His name is Song Ren! My name is Song Qian! Consider these spirit stones as a way for us brothers to accumulate good karma. If you keep quiet, I can live a few more days."
Qiao Yu scratched her head sheepishly, "I'm not usually this talkative, and nobody talks to me on Wanzhang Peak. Senior Brother Song Qian didn't mean me any harm, but I just accidentally..."
"Stop!" Wen Jingge interrupted him. "You've stirred up trouble."
The dark red scales that the Holy Light Rift Serpent had used to deliver them gradually diluted in color, slowly turning transparent. Wen Jingge took a breath and pulled Qiao Yu down to jump, saying, "If you were my disciple, I would break your legs to stop you from making such a racket."
Every scene and object in the Formless Illusionary Realm resembles a primeval jungle. In addition, due to its long history, the profound energy here is much denser than outside. Although Wen Jingge's cultivation level is still suppressed to the ninth rank by the magic treasures on her body after entering, her strength is gradually recovering.
"So that's how it is..." Qiao Yu suddenly realized, her mood somber, but then she became excited, "Senior brother!"
A large hole appeared in the ground ahead, from which bluish-purple demonic light overflowed, but was blocked by a transparent glass dome. The vortex of energy never dissipated and repeatedly struck the glass dome.
Wen Jingge could see the air currents being shaken, and she knew that this barrier probably wouldn't last long.
Her guess was indeed correct; Qiao Yu, who was dedicated to eliminating demons and protecting the righteous path, was replaced at this time.
Wen Jingge shouted, "Run!"
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