What is Tianqu?
Since ancient times, all warriors and monks have asked the same question.
But... thousands of years have passed, and no one can answer.
"You really don't?"
After Han Bing withdrew his gaze, he was still worried about Yang Fan's health and asked again.
"You little girl, what are you so crazy about? If I had the chance, could I sit here and watch the moon with you?"
Yang Fan laughed and cursed.
"Where did you get that green lotus seed?"
Han Bing rolled his eyes, then looked curious.
"The Heaven-Suppressing Coffin has obtained..."
After Yang Fan finished speaking, he was stunned.
Heaven-suppressing coffin?
He knew that deep in his sea of consciousness, there was a Heaven-Suppressing Coffin.
But why couldn't he remember where this Heaven-Suppressing Coffin came from?
Could it be... a memory?
"What's wrong?"
"No."
Yang Fan shook his head slightly.
He sank his spiritual consciousness into the sea of consciousness.
Deep in the sea of consciousness, the Heaven-Suppressing Coffin lay quietly there, emitting a flickering light.
In the Zhentian Coffin, a lotus is growing quietly.
The little man transformed by Yang Fan's spiritual consciousness stood in front of the Heaven-Suppressing Coffin.
He looked at the Heaven-Suppressing Coffin in front of him and felt very familiar.
But... he really couldn't remember where this Heaven-Suppressing Coffin came from.
And... he seemed to have forgotten something...
a long time.
Yang Fan's consciousness returned to his body, and his face looked a little pale.
Han Bing grabbed his hand, her face full of concern, and asked, "What's wrong with you? You look so pale and scary."
"No... I know what the aftereffects of performing the first move of the Green Emperor Sword Scripture are."
"What is it?"
"I seem to have forgotten someone."
"Forget someone?"
"Well, a very important person whom I can't recall..."
Yang Fan thought hard, thinking about all the people he had met from the time he obtained the points system to today.
But... he still couldn't remember who he had forgotten.
It seemed that he had forgotten no one.
So... where did the Heaven-Suppressing Coffin come from?
Why when he looked at the Heaven-Suppressing Coffin, a figure in red unconsciously flashed through his mind.
Who is that figure in red?
"What is that mysterious sword technique you have?"
Han Bing also helped Yang Fan recall and asked him about it.
"㳍The Qing Emperor Sword Scripture... Qing Emperor?"
Yang Fan was stunned for a moment.
The Green Emperor...? Who is he?
He only remembered that this set of sword techniques was obtained from the Bai family in Sky City.
As for how I got it, and what happened when I got it... I don't remember anything.
It seemed... that the memory of the "beautiful figure in red" that flashed through my mind was erased by something.
Han Bing looked at Yang Fan in a daze and wanted to comfort him.
I don't know how to start.
now.
Han Bing heaved a sigh of relief when he saw Yang Fan perform the first move of the Green Emperor Sword Scripture, and the aftereffect of forgetting a section of his memory.
Tell the truth.
When Yang Fan told her before that there would be no side effects when using an attack containing the rules of Tianqiu, she was very nervous.
How could such a terrifying skill that overrides the rules of the lower realm be performed without any side effects?
Yang Fan sat on the city wall with Han Bing for a while.
It was getting late, so he turned around and went back to his residence.
Go back inside.
Yang Fan was still thinking about the relationship between the Green Emperor and the Heaven-Suppressing Coffin.
His spiritual consciousness sank into the sea of consciousness again and came to the front of the Heaven-Suppressing Coffin that was flickering with faint light.
That inexplicably familiar breath came again.
Yang Fan stared blankly, trying hard to think.
In his mind, there was only a red figure passing through.
But... no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't remember who that person was.
While thinking.
A tear rolled silently down his cheek and fell to the ground below.
Yang Fan subconsciously raised his hand to grab it, then slowly lowered his head to look at the crystal teardrop with warmth in his palm.
"Who...did I forget?"
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