When "Xie Wushuang" used the dream seal, Hua Xiangwan became aware of it.

After all, it was her thing and she was much more familiar with it than these sword practitioners.

She had originally planned that if Xie Wushuang didn't come herself, she would go find him in person, and now that he was here, that was perfect.

So Hua Xiangwan built a dreamland of the Lantern Festival, waiting for him among the crowds.

This was her favorite dream scene. Thinking that these people had been practicing the Sword of the Heart since childhood, most of them had some beautiful aspirations for the world, and he should also like such a lively scene.

She walked over holding a lantern. Xie Changji held the disguised Sword of Conscience and lowered his eyes to look at the lantern in Hua Xiangwan's hand.

Hua Xiangwan smiled and said, "Go on."

Hearing this urging, Xie Changji finally raised his hand and took the lantern hesitantly.

"Since we're here," Hua Xiangwan walked down the long street with her back to him, "Let's go shopping together."

Xie Changji said nothing. Hua Xiangwan led him along the busy street.

In fact, he should just give her the sword and try it out. Whether it works or not, this dream will end.

But looking at the woman's back, he was unable to speak for a moment. He just held the lamp and followed her silently.

Her dream was very lively, with all kinds of juggling and poetry competitions. Hua Xiangwan walked and watched along the way, and finally they came to a small river.

This place is quiet. Across the river is the main street, which is very busy. Hua Xiangwan seemed tired. She sat on the stone pier, looked at the long street of lanterns across the street, and asked gently: "Xie Daojun fell asleep, I guess something happened?"

Xie Changji didn't answer. He didn't want to answer too early.

Seeing that he remained silent, Hua Xiangwan thought for a moment and said, "Are you here to say goodbye to me?"

The other party did not respond.

Hua Xiangwan sighed, "That's right. When I marry Shen Xiuwen and return to the Western Territory, we probably won't see each other again. I said I would use the Heart Purifying Bell to calm your mind, but you didn't want it. Now there's no chance."

Hua Xiangwan said with some worry: "But does your master know that you are possessed by a demon?"

Hearing Hua Xiangwan mention him, Xie Changji finally looked over. Seeing that he looked calm, Hua Xiangwan nodded and said, "You probably don't know either. If you knew, you wouldn't ignore you..."

"He can't control it."

"Xie Wushuang" finally spoke, her tone was very light, Hua Xiangwan chuckled: "Is there anything that Lord Qingheng can't handle?"

Xie Changji didn't respond. Hua Xiangwan realized that his words seemed a bit sinister and was about to apologize when she heard him say, "He is also a human being."

"When the Sword of Heart-Searching is cultivated to the point of transcending the tribulation, Hua Xiangwan turned his head to look at the river with a sigh, "he is no longer a person, but the Way of Heaven."

"No one," Xie Changji was extremely stubborn on this matter, "can become the Way of Heaven."

The two of them fell silent. Hua Xiangwan smiled and said, "Yes, you should be more familiar with your master than I am. Anyway, I have never met him, I have only heard about him."

"No," Xie Changji repeated, looking at her calmly, "Have you really never seen it?"

"Should I have seen it?"

Hua Xiangwan asked back, Xie Changji said nothing, Hua Xiangwan thought for a while: "Should I still know a lot of things?"

When Xie Changji heard her ask this, he realized that she already knew why he was there.

He looked her in the eyes and asked again, "You really don't know how to use a sword?"

Hua Xiangwan smiled, stretched out her hand, and said gently: "Master Dao, can you lend me your sword?"

Xie Changji didn't say anything. Hua Xiangwan took it as his tacit agreement and reached out to grasp the hilt of the long sword in his hand.

Just when Hua Xiangwan was about to draw her sword, Xie Changji suddenly pressed down with the flower lantern, stopping her from drawing the sword.

Xie Changji's hand, which was holding her down, trembled slightly. Hua Xiangwan raised her eyes and asked, "Xie Daojun?"

There should be a result.

Xie Changji understood. He raised his head with great difficulty and looked into Hua Xiangwan's eyes. After a long time, under the other's questioning gaze, he finally let go of his hand that was holding her.

Hua Xiangwan grasped the hilt of the sword and pulled it hard.

The sword pattern did not move. She was stunned for a moment and looked up in confusion: "Is this your natal sword?"

The natal sword of a sword cultivator can only be drawn by himself and his partner with whom he has formed a blood pact.

Xie Wushuang didn't hold this sword before, who would have thought that this one was his natal sword?

Xie Changji didn't say anything. He just looked at Hua Xiangwan's hand on the hilt of the sword.

Hua Xiangwan was a little embarrassed for a moment. She let go of the hilt and apologized, "I'm sorry, I didn't expect you to bring your natal sword into my dream. I just wanted to show you that I can't use a sword."

Xie Changji did not respond. He stared blankly at the hilt of the sword that Hua Xiangwan had held, trying hard to understand what she said.

He raised his head with difficulty and saw Hua Xiangwan stand up, pick up a stick that had fallen on the ground, and make a sword flower in his hand.

The sword flower looks nice, but anyone who studies swordplay can see that the sword is dull and there is no strength in the grip of the sword. It is just a mere decoration.

"When I was young, I also wanted to learn sword from my master, but I had no talent for swordsmanship, so I only learned the basics. Later, I got injured in my hand, and I gave up completely. You have always insisted that I can use a sword," Hua Xiangwan raised her eyes and smiled softly, with understanding in her eyes, "Is it because I look like the girl who possessed you?"

After hearing this, Xie Wushuang finally reacted. He stared at Hua Xiangwan. Hua Xiangwan studied his expression and guessed, "Is she also from Hehuan Palace? She uses a sword? She came to Yunlai and met your master? She made a blood pact with you? And then abandoned you?"

Xie Changji didn't say anything. Hua Xiangwan sighed and then understood the situation.

This is quite common in Hehuan Palace, but she never expected that one day one of her own people would harm Xie Changji's apprentice.

She had a headache, but as an elder, she decided to persuade Xie Wushuang.

"I cast a spell on you that can confuse people's minds. It will quietly make people feel good about the caster and transfer their past feelings for another person to the caster. Look at me as if you were looking at her. Find clues in me that prove you like me."

Hua Xiangwan said with some apology: "I thought you knew it a long time ago, but now it seems that you are still affected by this seal. But you also saw it," Hua Xiangwan glanced at his sword, "I can't pull out your sword, I'm not the person you are looking for. As for that person..."

Hua Xiangwan hesitated and tried to persuade her: "Since she has left, you don't have to stay where you are. Ask your conscience and ask the heaven for justice. You shouldn't have a private relationship. Just forget about her."

"Can you forget?"

Xie Changji suddenly spoke, and Hua Xiangwan didn't understand for a moment, so she looked at Xie Changji and said, "If you sincerely like someone, and you promised to like him for the rest of your life, can you forget it?"

Hearing this, Hua Xiangwan smiled.

"Of course I can forget."

Hua Xiangwan said nonchalantly, throwing the stick into the river: "I once liked someone, loved him so much that I didn't mind dying for him, but more than two hundred years have passed, and if I don't remind myself, I don't even remember him."

Hua Xiangwan turned to look at the lights on the other side of the river, and said in a gentle tone: "People change. I liked a cold and aloof immortal like you back then, but now I like a gentle and considerate person like Shen Daojun. If you live a few more years, you will be able to see things more clearly. No one will like someone forever. Since she has abandoned you..."

"She didn't abandon me, and she won't forget me." Xie Changji suddenly spoke, interrupting Hua Xiangwan.

Hua Xiangwan was stunned. She turned to look at "Xie Wushuang" and saw him looking at the river. He said lightly, "She just went to the afterlife."

"She said she would love me forever." Xie Changji's white silk covering his eyes fluttered in the wind, and his voice was full of conviction, "It's different from you."

His Wanwan once said that as long as she was alive, she would be glad to be silent for a long time.

She was not Wanwan, it was the Seal of Confusion that confused his mind, and it was his desire for her to be alive that disturbed his mind.

Xie Changji put away the mess in his heart and didn't want to stay for a moment. He looked at Hua Xiangwan's surprised eyes, leaned over slightly, put the flower lantern on the stone pillar next to him, and said in a low voice: "I wish Master Hua and Shen Daojun a loving couple and live together forever. It's dawn," he stood up and said softly, "It's time to wake up from the dream."

As he spoke, Xie Changji raised his sword and turned around. In front of him, there was a long road with no end and darkness.

Hua Xiangwan was stunned on the stone pier for a moment before she realized what she had to do. She stood up and shouted, "Thank you, Daojun!"

Xie Changji paused, turned around, and saw Hua Xiangwan standing up: "Let me give you something."

As Hua Xiangwan spoke, he formed a seal with his hand and flipped his wrist. Blue butterflies appeared out of thin air.

Xie Changji's eyes fell on these blue butterflies. Hua Xiangwan raised his hand, drew a circle, and then picked up a glass lamp.

These blue butterflies flew into the glass lamp, like flames.

She stretched out her hand to him and handed him the butterfly: "This is called the Dream Butterfly. In the future, when you miss your deceased lover, you can touch it and it will let you see the person you want to see the most."

Xie Changji said nothing, he just stared at these dream butterflies quietly.

Hua Xiangwan handed a lamp of fantasy dream butterfly to "Xie Wushuang". The two of them held the long pole of the glass lamp. While he was stunned, she spoke, infusing her spiritual power into her voice and casting a spell: "Xie Wushuang."

She called his name. The first step in casting a spell was to identify the target.

Hearing her call, the other party looked dazed. He looked up blankly. Hua Xiangwan and he were holding the lantern of the Dream Butterfly together. The surrounding dream world was vibrating unsteadily because of her spiritual power. She spoke, and every word she said was true.

"You don't remember what happened in the Astral Realm."

Xie Changji stared at Hua Xiangwan blankly, his dream world collapsing. He watched the woman in front of him cast a spell, listening to her pouring spiritual power into every word, telling him clearly: "You don't remember Yaoguang, you don't remember Master Wan, you don't remember Taoyao, and you don't remember offering sacrifices to the river god."

"You won't remember anything in the illusory world."

The moment the sound fell, Xie Changji's dream suddenly shattered.

Xie Changji fell into the air holding the lantern containing the Dream Butterfly. He stared blankly at her standing high up, looking at him calmly.

Hua Xiangwan breathed a sigh of relief as she watched "Xie Wushuang" fall down.

After solving the last hidden danger and getting married tomorrow, she can return to the Western Territory with peace of mind, taking Shen Xiuwen and "that thing".

Thinking of those people in the Western Territory, Hua Xiangwan slowly opened her eyes lying on the bed, with a cold look in her eyes.

She raised her hand on the bed, and a thin blade appeared at her fingertips. She deftly turned the cold blade with her fingertips to exercise the sutured tendons under her skin.

After turning over for just a moment, she lost her grip, the blade scratched her fingertips, and blood dripped onto her face.

Smelling the strange yet familiar smell of blood on her face, Hua Xiangwan's eyes darkened.

When we returned to the West...

Sooner or later, she will take back everything that belongs to her.

"Young Master," she thought, and heard Lingnan's happy voice outside the door, "The wedding dress and the phoenix crown are ready, please get up and try them on."

Hearing this voice, the wound on Hua Xiangwan's fingertips healed instantly. She supported herself to stand up and smiled: "Okay, I'll come right away."

******

After the dream was shattered, the world of life and death was filled with heavy snow and wind.

Xie Changji suddenly closed his eyes, his breathing becoming slightly disordered.

Lingxuzi hurried forward and asked anxiously, "How is it? Can she pull out the Sword of Questioning the Heart?"

Xie Changji said nothing, he just stared at the ground.

Lingxuzi frowned: "Speak, what's wrong with you?"

"She..." Xie Changji turned around blankly and stared at Ling Xuzi, "She wants to change my memory."

Lingxuzi was also startled, and then realized something was wrong. He quickly said, "Tell me what happened in the Lingxu Secret Realm again."

Xie Changji felt something was wrong. He tried his best to recall everything about the spiritual illusion and said, "She and I fell into the realm of suffering. I recognized her as soon as I entered. This is a memory constructed based on my memory. Back then, Wanwan and I rescued Yaoguang together..."

"Impossible," Lingxuzi interrupted him, frowning, "This can't be your memory."

Xie Changji was stunned. Lingxuzi looked up at him and said, "Your mind is unstable because of the demonic possession. I have long been worried that you would mistakenly enter the realm of suffering, so the headmaster and I used a secret technique to cover up your soul. When you enter the realm of suffering, the realm of suffering can only detect Wushuang's memory, but not yours. In this way, it can ensure that the realm of suffering has no effect on you. Didn't you notice?"

Lingxuzi turned to look at him, rather strangely: "Do you think that is your memory?"

"Then..." Xie Changji restrained his emotions and asked cautiously, "How can I confirm whether the illusion in Lingxu is constructed based on Hua Xiangwan's memory or Wushuang's memory?"

"It depends on your identity." Kunxuzi answered seriously, "If the source of the memory that constructed this secret realm is Hua Xiangwan, she will be the identity in her memory as soon as she enters the illusion. You enter her memory as Xie Wushuang, so you are an outsider. Of course, if the source of the memory is Wushuang, then the situation is exactly the opposite."

Xie Changji was speechless. In an instant, everything in the spiritual illusion came flooding in.

After entering the secret realm, Yao Jinqiu first found Hua Xiangwan and called her "Master Wan". He was like an outsider, introduced to Yao Jinqiu by Hua Xiangwan, and Yao Jinqiu did not know him at all;

During the whole process, Yao Jinqiu was talking to Hua Xiangwan, and everything in the secret realm revolved around Hua Xiangwan.

That was not the secret realm constructed by his memory, nor was it Xie Wushuang...

Xie Changji's heart was beating fast, and he clearly realized something that was almost impossible -

The secret place that he thought belonged to him alone and was constructed by the memory of his encounter with Wanwan, was not his at all!

It's the flowers in the evening...

It’s Hua Xiangwan’s!

So she was holding the Qingxin Bell but was deeply trapped in the difficult situation and couldn't extricate herself, while he was clearly mentally impaired but was able to extricate himself calmly.

Because Hua Xiangwan is the target of the Du'e Realm, all memories come from Hua Xiangwan.

The moment he realized this, his breathing quickened.

If everything you said and did could be a coincidence;

If the taste is also a coincidence;

If the way she held the sword was also a coincidence;

Could that memory also be a coincidence possessed by another person?

But if it was her, if she was really still alive, then why couldn't she pull out the Sword of Truth? Why couldn't she sense the Soul-Locking Lamp?

Why didn't he show up for two hundred years, leaving him alone waiting in the realm of life and death?

The green pines have turned into peach blossoms all over the mountain, and there are no more evil spirits in the world of life and death. She said she would love him for the rest of her life, so why doesn't she come back?

Now that she's back, after all the hard work, why doesn't she say anything?

She was in a difficult situation and clearly needed a strong man to follow her back to the Western Territory. She knew that the number one Qingheng Taoist in Yunlai was Xie Changji. Why did she prefer to marry Shen Xiuwen, who was in the Yuanying period, and refused to say a word that she was back?

The scene of her holding a broken flag and blood all over the ground flashed through his mind;

I remembered the mocking tone of those monks in the Western Territory;

Thinking of the branch she had danced with so much difficulty in her dream;

He recalled that many years ago, his disciples reported to him, "Lord, the western border defenses were severely breached, 100,000 demon beasts entered the country and besieged Hehuan Palace. Young Master Hua Xiangwan led his disciples to guard the palace gate for a month until the golden elixir was shattered, the sword was broken and the flag was cut off, and then reinforcements came. The elite of Hehuan Palace were almost wiped out in this battle. Other sects are eyeing them covetously. Does Tianjian Sect need to intervene?" He responded calmly, "The reinforcements from the western border have arrived. What follows is all internal fighting. It has nothing to do with us, so there is no need to intervene."

His breathing quickened, and he felt as if something had deeply pierced his heart.

She lost her teacher and friend, her golden elixir was half shattered, and she was bullied by a group of scoundrels and had to travel thousands of miles to humbly ask for marriage from others.

But even at this time, she refused to have any contact with him, and refused to admit that she was the person back then.

She said she never used a sword, she said she had never been to Yunlai, she lied to him about everything because of the Seal of Confusion, she even planned to marry someone from his sect, and coaxed him by saying, "I wish Young Master Hua and Lord Shen a loving marriage, and a long life together"...

She said she forgot, she had liked many people, and she no longer liked him...

How could it be her?

How could it be her?

His breathing became increasingly rapid, and he couldn't help but hunch over slightly because of the severe pain in his chest. Kunxuzi beside him noticed something was wrong and supported him: "Changji, what's wrong?!"

"Uncle Master... help me."

"What?"

Kunxuzi didn't understand what he should do in this situation.

Xie Changji didn't say anything. He seemed to be unable to care about anything and couldn't see anything. His expression was dull and he said in a hoarse voice, "Who else from Hehuan Palace is left in the sect?"

"Lingbei," Kunxuzi was bewildered, "what happened?"

"I want to see him."

He held onto Kunxuzi tightly, raised his head, and pleaded in his red eyes: "Uncle Master, let me see him."

******

The night was a little chilly, with dark clouds gathering high in the sky; it looked like there would be a light rain.

But this did not affect Lingbei's interest. After discussing the details of tomorrow's wedding with Jiang Yiran, he was walking happily towards the guest house.

Just when he was halfway there, he heard a voice calling, "Spiritual Left Envoy?"

Hearing this, Ling Bei turned around and saw Kunxuzi standing not far away, holding a dust whisk and looking at him with a smile.

Ling Bei was stunned for a moment, then quickly saluted: "Elder Kun."

"Excuse me, Left Spirit Envoy," Kunxuzi smiled and walked out from the darkness, "I have something to ask for your help."

Hearing this, Ling Bei's mind was spinning.

Kunxuzi's status is much higher than his. Why could he need help that would require him to go directly to him without going through Hua Xiangwan?

He spoke hesitantly, "I wonder what Elder Kun needs me to do?"

"It's nothing serious, it's just that the wedding is going to take place tomorrow, and the sect wants to get to know Young Master Hua better, so they would like to ask Ling Zuo Shi to go and have a chat."

"So." Ling Bei's heart sank, and he smiled, "Then let me report this to the young master. After all, this is related to the young master..."

"It's just a small matter," Kunxuzi put his hand on Lingbei's shoulder before he finished speaking. Lingbei suddenly felt that he couldn't move at all. He froze in place and listened to Lingxuzi's kind words, "Don't bother Young Master Hua."

As he spoke, Kunxuzi lifted Lingbei up and down. After a while, they arrived at a room, opened the door and threw Lingbei in.

"Just answer whatever you ask," Kunxuzi smiled, "Don't be nervous."

Ling Bei rolled to the ground, and after a moment's rest, he felt his body become soft and he could move again.

He propped himself up and looked around.

This is an extremely ordinary guest room. There is a screen in the middle. The lights are bright behind the screen. The doors and windows on the side are tightly closed. There are barriers set up all around. Kunxuzi is guarding outside. If he wants to escape, it will be difficult.

He stood up and tried to find a way out, but as soon as he moved, he heard a sound.

He turned his head and saw a figure appear on the screen. The figure was tall and thin, wearing a jade crown. He didn't know how he entered the house and walked slowly towards the center of the screen.

As he entered the house, overwhelming pressure came over him. Ling Bei's body was completely out of control and he fell to his knees with a thump.

This is the absolute conquest of the weak by the strong. Ling Bei is already above the Yuan Infant stage. He can achieve this with just pressure. He must be a spirit... No! At least he must pass the tribulation! At least he must pass the tribulation to do this!

How many strong people in the Tribulation Crossing Stage are there in this world?

Ling Bei knelt on the ground, sweating profusely.

The other person sat down slowly and stared at him across the screen.

"The younger generation... the younger generation Lingbei... has met... has met the elder generation..."

It was extremely difficult for Ling Bei to say a word. After he opened his mouth, he slowly began to adapt to this level of pressure.

The other party didn't say anything, he seemed to be thinking about something.

Ling Bei didn't dare to say anything. He knelt on the ground and tried hard to think about the other party's intentions.

During the stalemate, a blue butterfly flew through the screen and landed in front of Lingbei.

"Is this a spell unique to your Hehuan Palace?"

When the other party spoke, Ling Bei was a little unsure of the other party's intention, and said with a trembling voice: "Yes."

"Does every disciple know how to use this technique?"

Ling Bei didn't dare to say anything, wondering how to lie.

But before he opened his mouth, he heard the other party warn him: "I know the answers to some of the questions. If you lie, I will search the gods directly."

Ling Bei's face darkened at this, and the person behind the screen added, "I just want to know something. It won't hurt anyone in He Huan Palace."

Ling Bei said nothing, gritted his teeth and his expression changed. The person behind the screen seemed to lose patience and said calmly: "Speak."

The moment the voice fell, there was a pressure coming down on him. Ling Bei felt as if a huge amount of money was pressing on his neck. He could not hold on any longer and staggered. He quickly supported himself with his hands and said in a hurry: "This is a secret technique. Only the Palace Master and the Young Palace Master know this technique."

Hearing this, the person behind the screen fell silent. Ling Bei felt uneasy and tried hard to control his slightly disordered breathing.

After a long time, the other party spoke again, and his tone could not tell whether he was happy or angry.

"How old are you?"

"More than two hundred and thirty."

"How long have you been in Hehuan Palace?"

"Since birth."

"Has Hua Xiangwan left the Western Territory?"

“I haven’t heard of it.”

"Where was Hua Xiangwan in the first year of Shangqing?"

"No...I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know?"

"At that time, the young master was traveling outside..."

"When did she return to Hehuan Palace?"

"Half a month before the siege of Hehuan Palace..."

"The third year of Shangqing, November."

The other party set a date.

Lingbei was confused. None of this information was important. He didn't understand why the other party was asking these questions.

After the other party murmured the time, he fell silent.

In the first year of Shangqing, Wanwan appeared in Yunlai.

In the middle of October in the third year of Shangqing, the boundary between life and death was broken, and Wanwan sealed the ghost spirit with his death.

In November, Hua Xiangwan returned to Hehuan Palace.

In mid-November, the Hehuan Palace was besieged and it took a month of hard resistance before reinforcements arrived.

The person behind the screen seemed to be trying to control his emotions. After a while, he spoke again: "The Soul-Locking Lamp is from the Hehuan Palace?"

"yes……"

"Belongs to Hua Xiangwan?"

Lingbei didn't dare to answer this question, but when the other party saw that he was silent, he confirmed: "It belongs to Hua Xiangwan."

"This senior," Ling Bei heard this and roughly understood what the other party was coming for. He raised his head and was quite excited. "The Soul-Locking Lamp is indeed owned by my young master, but now my young master can no longer control the Soul-Locking Lamp. If you are planning to unlock the ghost spirit, there is no need to ask more questions."

“Why can’t I control it?”

"Because," Ling Bei took a deep breath, "the young master's blood is no longer his own. The spiritual weapon is connected to the blood of the owner. The young master's blood is not even his own, so how can he control it?"

"Her blood..." the person behind the screen said in a trembling voice, "Why isn't it hers?"

"The Hehuan Palace was besieged by monsters in the past," Ling Bei said with some difficulty, "not only was the young master's golden elixir half broken, her tendons and veins were severed, and she was also poisoned by hundreds of poisons. In order to save her life, she could only go to the blood pool to have a blood transfusion once every ten years, and this cycle repeated for two hundred years. Now... except for the essence of her heart, there is not a single drop of blood in her body that is her own."

"So," the man behind the screen said hoarsely, "she can't hold the sword anymore."

"yes."

Ling Bei's eyes were slightly red. "My young master was extremely talented in the past. She had a promising future in swordsmanship and was one of the best swordsmen in the Western Territory at that time. After the three-year war in Shangqing, it took the young master ten years to mend her tendons and veins. At first, she couldn't even hold chopsticks. Later, she became a magician. She said she had no regrets, but I saw the young master trying to practice swordsmanship in the backyard several times, but her hand was shaking when she held the sword. She couldn't do it at all."

"Where's your natal sword?"

If the natal sword is here, it is better even if I cannot wield the sword.

"All the blood in her body has been replaced," Ling Bei suppressed his emotions, "The spiritual weapon doesn't recognize her, so naturally the natal sword doesn't recognize her either."

A person that even my natal sword doesn't know...

What about him?

Xie Changji sat behind the screen and closed his eyes gently.

"In these two hundred years..." he said tiredly, "she never thought of coming to the Heavenly Sword Sect for help?"

"Senior, you are joking," Ling Bei smiled bitterly. "Hehuan Palace and Tianjian Sect have no relationship, so why would they help? If Hehuan Palace had not been desperate, it would not have visited Tianjian Sect."

No relatives or friends...

Hearing this, Xie Changji couldn't help but want to laugh.

They got married, formed a vow of union, and promised to be together through life and death, but in the end, they are just - no relatives at all?

After saying this, Ling Bei realized that he had said something wrong. He knelt on the ground, waited for a while, and then knelt on the ground respectfully: "Senior, the Soul-Locking Lamp has nothing to do with my young master anymore. If you are here for the ghost spirit, please be kind and let my young master go."

The person behind the screen doesn't speak.

After a long while, he finally spoke: "I am not here for the ghost spirit."

Ling Bei looked up blankly, and saw him stand up and walk out: "I did it for her."

Having said that, he walked out slowly as he had come.

This time Ling Bei finally saw clearly that this person actually walked out directly through the wall.

Spirit!

Ling Bei finally reacted. The person behind the screen was not his real self at all. He was just a spirit, and the pressure he exerted was so strong!

Is this more than just overcoming the tribulation? I'm afraid it's already close to the way of heaven, and the ability that can only be obtained after the tribulation is fully completed!

And how many people in this world can successfully overcome the tribulation?

Isn't it just that person...

Ling Bei stared blankly at the place where the other party left, and a name emerged in his mind.

Lord Qingheng, thank you for your long silence.

"Lingbei, you don't have to remember what happened tonight."

Every word the other person spoke turned into runes and floated into the room, going straight into Lingbei's mind.

Ling Bei's mind went blank in an instant, he closed his eyes and fell to the side.

The young man walked out of the room and stood on the corridor.

Kunxuzi, who was standing nearby, saw him coming out and hurried over to meet him.

"Now that you've finished asking questions, hurry back. It's easy for you to get into trouble if you leave the realm of life and death. Even if you're a spirit, without the realm of life and death formation to suppress you, you'll easily lose your mind."

"I'm going to look for her."

Xie Changji spoke in a low voice, turned around and walked towards the corridor.

Kunxuzi was stunned for a moment, then chased after him: "Who are you looking for? Hua Xiangwan? She is at the foot of the mountain now, and your spirit body cannot go so far!"

Xie Changji didn't respond and walked straight forward. Kunxuzi rushed to the front, raised his hands and used a magic circle to block him: "Changji, what on earth are you doing?! Are you crazy?!"

"Uncle Master, send Lingbei to the guest room and wait for me in the realm of life and death."

Xie Changji ignored his advice, lowered his head, walked through the magic circle and walked out of the corridor.

It was drizzling and he was walking in the rain, his voice was very low, I don't know if he was talking to himself or to others.

"If it's really her, if she's alive, then I—"

"There has to be a result."