"Yes, big brother, I haven't asked for your name yet."

Jiang Zhige felt a little ashamed. The bun shop owner not only remembered his appearance, but even remembered his name. However, he only remembered that the bun shop owner set up a stall nearby.

"My name is Zhao Dahai. Don't think too much about it. I only remembered your name because you told me your name. I didn't pay much attention to you back then."

Zhao Dahai smiled casually. To be honest, although he felt that Jiang Zhige looked familiar at first sight, he still felt a little unbelievable at this moment.

The young man in front of me has a handsome appearance, extraordinary clothes, and an ethereal temperament. It is really hard to associate him with a beggar.

Jiang Zhige smiled but said nothing. If he didn't care about him at all, how could he remember his appearance and name for seven years? That's right, that winter, the bun shop owner worried more than once that Jiang Zhige would have no other way to find food after he finished making buns for his sister.

When Jiang Zhige hadn't been seen for several months, the bun shop owner thought he was dead and hoped that Jiang Zhige would come back to steal buns.

I didn't expect that it would take seven years before I was able to see Jiang Zhige again.

"By the way, we haven't seen each other for seven years. Why did you come back to Yucheng?"

Zhao Dahai was quite confused. He hadn't seen Jiang Zhige in recent years. Logically, Jiang Zhige should not come back.

"I came here to do something and came to see you."

Jiang Zhige didn't explain much, he took out a package from his arms and handed it to Zhao Dahai.

Zhao Dahai took the package, felt the heavy weight inside, and asked in confusion: "What's in it?"

"Brother Zhao, do you remember what I said seven years ago?"

"Words from Seven Years Ago"

Zhao Dahai's expression froze for a moment, and he was unable to react.

"Okay, Brother Zhao, I won't stay here for long. If I have time in the future, I will definitely come and have a drink with you."

"Okay, see you later."

They had to go to Baihai Mountain in two days, so Jiang Zhige didn't stay too long. After giving the package, he said goodbye to Zhao Dahai and walked towards the outskirts of Yucheng with Nangong Rou.

After watching Jiang Zhige leave, Zhao Dahai carefully opened the package and was immediately shocked by what was inside.

The seemingly simple package is actually filled with glittering gold, silver and jewelry.

Zhao Dahai had lived for decades and had never seen so much gold and silver. These treasures alone were enough to allow him to live a life of luxury for the rest of his life.

"A drop of kindness should be repaid with a spring of gratitude"

"I just laughed it off back then, but I didn't expect you to be serious about it?"

Zhao Dahai was filled with emotion. He was not immersed in the joy of getting rich, but was sincerely happy for Jiang Zhige's rapid success.

But Zhao Dahai didn't know that Jiang Zhige, who had joined the immortal sect, could not be described by the four words "rapid success"? After bidding farewell to Zhao Dahai, Jiang Zhige brought Nangong Rou to the outskirts of Yucheng and found the dilapidated temple of that year.

"Brother, what are you doing here?"

Nangong Rou pouted. The time she spent in the dilapidated temple was not a good memory for her.

"Rou'er, do you still remember this place?"

Jiang Zhige showed emotion on his face. Seven years had passed, and the already dilapidated temple had become even more dilapidated.

But it was this dilapidated temple that saved him from freezing to death outside.

I still remember the time when I first met Nangong Rou. Jiang Zhige couldn't find food, so Nangong Rou cried and told him to get out, claiming that Jiang Zhige was not his brother.

Now, seven years have passed, and Nangong Rou has long forgotten those words, but Jiang Zhige still remembers them to this day.

It’s not that Jiang Zhige holds a grudge, but those words are too unforgettable that he dare not forget them at all.

Jiang Zhige practiced hard all day long and used this memory to motivate himself, because he didn't want to repeat the same mistake and make Nangong Rou disappointed in him again.

"It's not just seven years, a thousand years have passed, and the Demon Emperor still remembers this incident."

"Demon Emperor. Is he really the Demon Emperor?"

"How could he have remembered these memories for thousands of years, betraying Fairy Nangong and killing his father?"

The more memories they saw, the less they believed that Jiang Zhige was the murderous Demon Emperor, and the less they believed that Jiang Zhige would betray Nangong Rou.

However, no matter how much she didn't believe it, Nangong Rou saw with her own eyes the scene of Jiang Zhige murdering Nangong Rou's biological father.

Nangong Rou's eyes were red, and her gaze was fixed on the picture in the light and shadow. She remained silent and did not say a word.

The words 'You are not my brother' have made Jiang Zhige sad to this day.

If everything that happened today was actually a misunderstanding of Jiang Zhige on her part, how heartbroken would Jiang Zhige be?

At this moment, Nangong Rou had begun to regret and had the urge to rescue Jiang Zhige at all costs.

Now she didn't do that, she just wanted to see the exact truth.

Mo Ziyan next to him had a complicated expression. It had been a day since the Demon Emperor's memories appeared, from their first meeting in childhood to the precious memories of Tianyun Pavilion.

It is hard to imagine how much impact these scenes will have on Nangong Rou's heart.

"Jiang Zhige, what are you thinking about?"

Mo Ziyan secretly clenched her fists. Perhaps there was a misunderstanding between Jiang Zhige and Nangong Rou, but Jiang Zhige's ruthlessness towards her could not be fake.

Jiang Zhige naturally wouldn't just come here to express his feelings. He took Nangong Rou to a hillside southeast of the ruined temple.

He searched around the hillside and soon found a shallow mound.

Nangong Rou's eyes flashed slightly, and she followed Jiang Zhige silently without saying a word.

Jiang Zhige walked to the mound, took out the tombstone he had made himself from his storage ring, and inserted it forcefully in front of the mound.

Nangong Rou leaned her head out and silently recited the small words on the tombstone.

"In the nameless tomb, the younger generation Jiang Zhige will stand."

Nangong Rou was puzzled. Since Jiang Zhige would specially erect a monument for him, why would it be an unknown tomb? Jiang Zhige took out a pot of immortal wine, gently sprinkled it in front of the tomb, and sighed, "Old man, long time no see."

Nangong Rou was stunned. It seemed to be the first time she heard Jiang Zhige use such an disrespectful name.

Although it was disrespectful, Nangong Rou could see the extremely rare sadness in Jiang Zhige's eyes.

Jiang Zhige sat on the ground next to the tombstone, raised his head and took a big sip of wine.

"You always say I'm ungrateful, but you only raised me for three years, and I even came here to erect a monument for you and pour you wine. Is that enough of a loyalty?"

Jiang Zhige talked to himself, as if the old beggar who had already turned into a corpse could hear him.

As he spoke, his eyes gradually turned red.

Jiang Zhige kept drinking and didn't say anything else.

Although the old beggar only raised him for three years, if it weren't for those three years, he would have died long ago.

The old beggar racked his brains for three days and three nights to come up with a good name for Jiang Zhige, but he himself had lived most of his life without even a surname.