After the fireworks that could not be ignored disappeared, Shen Yingxue's vision became clear and her hearing returned to normal.

But he did not return to reality, but immersed himself in the memory of "Shen Yingxue".

Shen Yingxue did not have the original owner's memory, and his own cognition became strange under the system's shielding, but he just knew that this was what the original owner had experienced, and it was a very strong intuition.

Shen Yingxue seemed to be floating in mid-air, looking at the child on the tree from the perspective of a bystander.

He was about eleven or twelve years old, wearing very tattered clothes. If you didn't look into his eyes, he looked like a beggar. You couldn't tell at all that he was the future cult leader.

"Whose child are you from?" There was a young man sitting in the pavilion by the lake. He was smiling warmly and looked at Youxue with mostly curiosity, without any malice.

Shen Yingxue's attention was immediately attracted.

The young man had a sword in his hand. The sword was hidden in a scabbard. The scabbard was inlaid with red gems and the raised patterns on it were made of gold. It looked so bright and brilliant from a distance that it was hard not to notice it.

When young Shen Yingxue saw that she had been discovered, she jumped down from the tree. He was very agile, with an inorganic coldness in his eyes, and said in a flat voice: "You are Jiang Zhiyi."

"It seems that I'm quite famous. Even a young man like you knows me." Jiang Zhiyi said proudly.

"I heard that you are good at swordsmanship and your Cold Water Sword is very sharp. I wonder how it compares to mine."

Jiang Zhiyi burst into laughter when he heard his arrogant words.

When he was laughing so hard that he could hardly breathe, Shen Yingxue's consciousness came out of the illusion. She saw the shining scabbard at a glance and took it in her hand.

He had just run too fast. Shen Yingxue hadn't done any strenuous exercise in three years. After running so far, his lungs felt uncomfortable and his injuries were aching. He sat on the ground to relax a little, picked up the familiar scabbard, and felt the gem on it.

It looks like a real gem, and it's also real gold. If you pinch it hard, it will leave a mark. Then this person... what's his name? He should be the boy who appeared in the memory just now.

He raised his head and smiled at the swordsman in white. "Do you remember me? We have met before."

There seemed to be a chill running down Jiang Zhiyi's back and up his shoulders.

This person in front of you, whether he is an invincible martial arts master or a lunatic, will have an impact on normal people.

Just as people feel fear when they see a dead body, they also feel sympathy when they see a completely unconscious lunatic.

Jiang Zhiyi has already determined that he is crazy.

But being crazy also depends on one's status. When an ordinary person goes crazy, he can only be slaughtered by others. Shen Yingxue is already very scary when she is sober, and it is not certain that she will do anything outrageous after going crazy.

Aunt Lin wanted to rush over and cover Shen Yingxue's mouth immediately, but her legs were weak and she couldn't run at all. She stammered to make excuses for Shen Yingxue: "What nonsense is this child talking about? He grew up in the village. How could he have met any important people... He is not in a clear mind. He must have mistaken you for someone else..."

The fire in the distance was getting brighter and brighter. Aunt Lin was extremely anxious but could do nothing.

Jiang Zhiyi also noticed that there was a fire over there. The smoke was not very obvious during the day, but by the time he noticed it, he could already smell a faint burnt smell.

"Who set the fire?" Jiang Zhiyi's face changed drastically, and he said to Shen Yingxue, "Is it you?"

Aunt Lin had been annoyed by his indiscriminate behavior for a long time. "Could it be that you guys did it? If Xiaoxue hadn't reacted quickly, I would have had a hard time escaping from the fire!"

Jiang Zhiyi didn't argue with her. He said to Aunt Lin, "Go quickly, leave here, the farther the better."

Then he tentatively stepped forward, grabbed Shen Yingxue's arm, pulled him up from the ground, and ran away using his Qinggong skills.

Shen Yingxue picked up the sword sheath that was about to fall off and said, "You're pinching me and making me uncomfortable."

Jiang Zhiyi's mind went blank and he had no idea what expression to make. He could only hurry as fast as he could and leave this small village as quickly as possible to find the person who would pick him up.

Shen Yingxue did not resist, but kept repeating: "You're pinching me so hard, you're pinching me so hard..."

He was still muttering these words until Jiang Zhiyi stopped. Jiang Zhiyi's fellow apprentice came over excitedly and immediately looked at his fellow apprentice with a strange look after hearing what he said. "Brother, you guys..."

"It's not what you think." Jiang Zhiyi said immediately. He paused, "The village at the foot of the mountain is on fire. It may be related to Shen Yingxue. You should take people to put out the fire. Where is Junior Master? I want to see him."

"He went out last night and hasn't come back yet. He will probably be back around noon. He has been gone for a few days." The junior brother finished speaking quickly, turned around and called a few fellow disciples, and ran out of the inn. He turned around and added, "If you want to find him, you probably have to go to the brothel to catch him."

Jiang Zhiyi knew that Junior Master was unreliable, and he didn't expect that he was still having fun outside at this time. He had a layer of sullenness on his face, and when others saw Jiang Zhiyi's serious expression, they knew that he was angry, so they kept their distance and dared not tease him and Shen Yingxue anymore.

Shen Yingxue was pushed into the guest inn by him and came to his private room. "You're squeezing me so hard that I'm not feeling very comfortable."

Jiang Zhiyi loosened his hand and found that he had used too much force just now. Shen Yingxue's wrist was red and seemed a little swollen. He took two steps back and moved away from Shen Yingxue. Only then did he feel that he could breathe smoothly.

Jiang Zhiyi observed him for a while and concluded: "It seems that he is really crazy."

Shen Yingxue lowered her head and rubbed her wrist pitifully.

He heard what Jiang Zhiyi said, but did not intend to respond. He just looked around silently. However, his common sense was limited and he could not make any normal judgment.

However, the scabbard was still in his hand. Shen Yingxue felt that the memory that suddenly appeared before should be very important, the kind that could save his life at a critical moment. He was a little worried that the system would suddenly fade his memory, so he held the scabbard tightly. If he forgot, Jiang Zhiyi should be able to notice that something was wrong, so he could leave himself a way out.

"Hey, you really caught someone." A figure climbed in from the window. His movements were very light, like a swallow. His movements did not seem sneaky, but rather smooth and elegant.

Jiang Zhiyi thrust the sword at him, but the man dodged it lightly. "Don't be so irritable. You are so gentle to others, but you act like a child to me. Why is your scabbard in his hand?"

Jiang Zhiyi put away his sword and said in a dissatisfied tone: "It seems that Master Uncle still remembers the important matter."

Jiang Zhiyi's uncle is younger than him. His master passed away many years ago. This uncle was taught by Jiang Zhiyi's uncle. If it is based on martial arts inheritance, he is the same as Jiang Zhiyi's nephew. However, he is of a higher generation, so Jiang Zhiyi can only call him uncle and treat him respectfully.

"Who doesn't know the famous Shen Yingxue?" The junior master smiled roguely, with a kind of uninhibited and unrestrained carefreeness. He said to Jiang Zhiyi, "Since you have caught him, hand him over to me."

Shen Yingxue looked at him curiously.

The system randomly mosaics people's faces, but there is no mosaic on Jiang Zhiyi's junior master's face, so his appearance can be seen clearly. The more Shen Yingxue looks at him, the more familiar he looks, but she just can't remember where she's seen him before.

Jiang Zhiyi said: "Don't bully him too much..."

Shen Yingxue suddenly felt a sense of crisis. He wanted to remind Jiang Zhiyi again that they really knew each other, but he didn't expect his mouth to catch up, and the words that came out of his mouth were still the same: "You pinch me and make me feel uncomfortable."

Shen Yingxue: “…”

Jiang Zhiyi: “…”

The junior uncle said "Oh" meaningfully, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I will definitely not make him uncomfortable like you did, nephew."

After saying that, he pulled Shen Yingxue to the next room.

The junior master's physique is very good, so Jiang Zhiyi's master's uncle made an exception and accepted a disciple on behalf of his master. Although he has not practiced martial arts as long as Jiang Zhiyi, his martial arts skills are higher than his. Jiang Zhiyi is not worried that he will be troubled by Shen Yingxue.

He was still worried about the fire in the village. It was really strange. Jiang Zhiyi sorted out his thoughts and immediately set off there.

Junior Master listened carefully to the noise next door, "Jiang Zhiyi is gone."

Shen Yingxue blinked.

Junior Master Uncle sat back down, no longer as casual as before. He was a little reserved, "Why are you here?"

Shen Yingxue looked him up and down, "Who are you?"

Junior Master did not expect him to ask such a question. He stared back in silence, and after a moment he said, "I am Han Jing."

He paused and added, "Godfather."

The questions in Shen Yingxue's mind were about to overflow.

Why does he have such a good son? Xun Yan never mentioned it? Or did Xun Yan actually mention it, but the system blurred the issue?

Han Jing didn't know about Shen Yingxue's situation. He knew that Shen Yingxue was seriously injured before he disappeared, and thought that he simply lost his memory. When no one was explaining to him, he said, "You saved me from the hands of the traffickers and took me to Shattered Shadow Mountain. Seeing that I had a good physique, you adopted me as your son. But I didn't stay in Shattered Shadow Mountain for too long. A group of righteous people took me back as a child captured by the church. You sent a message to me, asking me to take advantage of your trick and stay in Yuding Villa."

Shen Yingxue said: "If that's the case, why didn't you send a message when the righteous sect attacked the evil sect?"

Han Jing didn't dare to answer.

In the past, he had dreamed of this scene. Shen Yingxue was dressed in black, sitting in the main hall of the Demon Cult. She looked like a god being worshipped, looking down at him and asking, "Why didn't you send a message back? Did you betray our cult?"

In the past, Han Jing could still regard this scene as a dream, but now the dream has become reality. Shen Yingxue is standing in front of him alive, interrogating him in a calm voice.

Shen Yingxue's figure gradually overlapped with the leader of the evil cult in Han Jing's memory. Even though Shen Yingxue was no longer in that outfit and had lost a lot of weight, and had completely lost her former aura, she still made Han Jing breathless.

He knelt on the ground, his forehead on the ground, trembling slightly, and said nothing.

He was only 19 years old this year, and three years ago he was far less mature than he is now. He was surrounded by people from Yuding Villa, and he had seen what happened to the spies of the Demon Cult after they were discovered, so he didn't dare to reveal his identity.

What was he thinking at that time?

It would be great if he really was Jiang Hanfeng’s junior fellow apprentice.

Shen Yingxue suddenly laughed, gently touched the back of his head, and said in a creepy gentle voice: "Good boy, I just asked casually, what are you afraid of? Can I not recognize you?"

Han Jing trembled even more violently. He thought he had grown up and would no longer be afraid of Shen Yingxue, but now it seems that this is not the case at all.

Shen Yingxue's voice and appearance seemed to be engraved in his bones, following him like a shadow, and there was no way to escape! In front of this adoptive father, he had no energy to resist and could only obey his orders like a puppet.

Han Jing surrendered at his feet and whispered, "Foster father..."