"No, he will become a fool." After Bei Ruoxi scolded him loudly, he also fell into trouble.

Hei and Bai Wuchang did not force it, and patiently persuaded him: "The old scholar said that only it can save Xing Zhenyi's life."

"You have to think about whether life is important or memory is important."

Bei Ruoxi remained silent, she could not be selfish. Although the memory of the punishment is important, it is not worth mentioning compared to life.

Dandelion said slowly: "We will help him find the memory back."

He himself was not sure whether he could do it, so he looked up and asked Hei Bai Wuchang: "Isn't it difficult to do it?"

Two old men, one black and one white, did not want to lie or deceive, so they chose to remain silent.

Dandelion punched his chest with a punch and said regretfully: "It's me that's useless."

Something happened to Xing Zhen, which alarmed many people. Hu Yifei and Tong Youjun were worried that Bei Ruoxi could not think so and stayed in Bei's mansion.

These two people had no friendship with Xing Zhen, and the choices they made were objective and fair. They agreed that saving their lives was more important.

As a puppy who was born with Xing Zhen, he also chose to protect Xing Zhen's life first.

Everyone expressed their ideas, so Bei Ruoxi stopped insisting.

After drinking Mengpo soup without looking back, you will enter the cycle of reincarnation and be reborn, and there will be no past in the world from then on.

Meng Potang is used for reincarnation and reincarnation souls. Humans with flesh and blood can drink Meng Po wine.

Of course, this wine is only owned by the black and white impermanence, and the real owner is the old scholar who hangs the wine gourd on his waist.

Mengpo wine will not bring people into the cycle of reincarnation, but it can erase all people's memories. How much is erased and how clean it is, the old scholar who has produced this kind of Mengpo wine is not known by himself.

The only hope is that the strength is attained by the top five realms, and the disadvantages of Mengpo wine can be ignored and enjoyed as fine wine.

Xing Zhen came to trap Dragon Abyss during this period of time to beat Ao and temper, breaking the obstacles has been substantively sublimated.

There are 108 acupoints, three out of ten and four out of ten are stabilized. The soul is also more solid, one step away from the divine realm of the three realms.

However, these five realms that are far away from each other have a vast road.

The heart is crushed and the heart veins are interrupted. Even if Meng Po wine can bring back the dead, it will not be immediately effective in a short while.

Although the wound heals, the real strong man can see through his body that Xing Zhen’s heart is like liquid without substance.

In fact, it can't be considered his heart. The lower five realms do not have the ability to regenerate blood, and the crushed heart cannot recondensate.

The machine that beating his chest now brings vitality to the body is a heart that is condensed with Mengpo wine, which is similar to liquid, by the old scholars and others, regardless of their injuries.

To put it bluntly, Xing is really a heartless person now. The old scholar and Yuan Chungang are open-minded and call it the heart of wine.

After the severe injury, the dark face changed color. Don’t be much white before. It was the pale, bloodless pale, like a layer of dusty white paper.

Yuan Chungang checked and his solemn expression eased. He said angrily: "It's good that I hate my wife for limited time and I didn't have time to destroy the real acupoints."

"I have saved my life, and my martial arts path has not been destroyed. As for the divine cultivation, I can ignore it, Su Shushuang didn't see it."

The old scholar's resentment has not subsided and he vowed: "We must find out the tribe that conspires with the trapped demon cave."

Everyone was relieved, but when they thought of Xing Zhen’s frustration, the haze appeared again.

The man lying in a coma was separated from him for the first time since he received the heavy sword punishment.

Not far apart, Xing Fei lies beside Xing Zhen. The distance is only about a foot. Compared with the past, the inseparable situation still seems much farther away.

My face, which was bloodless, was much whiter than before, and then I realized that my eyelashes, which were almost the same color as my skin, were long and thick.

Perhaps it was like his mother who gave birth to a woman a little envious.

The eyelashes were like palm-leaf fans, trembling slightly a few times. Everyone present was mixed with joy and sorrow, not knowing what would happen next.

The thick and slender eyelashes were trembling more and more violently, as if they used all their strength to open their closed eyes.

His eyes are still as clear as water, without experiencing the vicissitudes of the world, nor the vitality that young people should have.

The pale face was full of confusion and at a loss, and then his eyes blinked and closed again.

The old scholar and Yuan Chungang stopped everyone who wanted to step forward and said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, I'm just not used to the light."

As they said, the man's eyes opened again after a moment.

He asked blankly: "Why are you all looking at me? Did my face have flowers?"

The old scholar and Yuan Chungang were quite calm, while Bei Ruoxi, Dumpling and others behind them could not be calm.

At the same time, the same thoughts came out, the surprised expression was exactly the same, and the words spoken were exactly the same.

"Is Xing really not amnesia?"

However, the pale man's next sentence suddenly broke, and everyone who cared about it seemed as if a basin of cold water was poured on his head.

I heard Xing Zhen murmured: "Flowers? What is flowers?"

"Ah, my head hurts so much, what's wrong? Who are you? Why are you looking at me?"

The room was silent and the needle was heard, and Xing Zhen felt even more at a loss.

I looked at the old scholar with a pleated face and the farmer Yuan Chungang. I looked at Bei Ruoxi, who was perfect in other places except for his figure.

Xing Zhen was not moved, but just took a light look and there was no following. He looked at the furry puppy, and his body was snow-white without a single hair.

Xing Zhen didn't know how to describe this color, nor did he know how to praise it. He nodded and continued to look horizontally.

All those who were kept by Xing Zhen’s eyes would unwillingly point at their noses and ask: “Who am I?”

Xing was like listening to the heavenly book, and he was so stupid that he didn't know how to answer. Now he didn't even know what the words "You, look at me" that he just asked, let alone the question with a tone of "Who am I?"

The old scholar didn't know whether it was joy or sorrow, and said, "I forgot it thoroughly, almost like a newborn baby. Mengpo wine has a good effect, so I can continue to study it."

Yuan Chungang was not angry: "When is it, I still think about your damn wine."

Xing Zhen's eyes finally stayed on Dandelion's face and looked at it curiously for a long time. Compared with the time when the eyes of others stayed, it was as much as five times.

Dandelion was eager to see her, and she wanted to come to Xing Zhen to ask him to look carefully. She was full of hope that this kid must remember himself.

Xing Zhen commented again: "Zhenjun?"

Then he said to himself: "Zhenjun?Zhenjun..." He kept repeating these two words, unable to understand why he said these two words, nor could he understand the meaning of these two words.

The old scholar took a step forward: "I am your master, and I will perform the master-apprentice ceremony when I see you in the future."

Xing Zhen really didn't understand what this sentence means, he just murmured every word: "I, you, master, master-apprentice etiquette..."

Yuan Chungang was furious: "You old ghost took advantage of the situation. Is there anyone who robbed your apprentice like this?"

The old scholar ignored it and pointed at his nose: "I."

He pointed at Xing Zhen and said, "You."

Xing Zhen was pretty and pointed at the old scholar and said, "I."

Point to yourself and say, "You."

The old scholar was completely impressed and simply said, "Just remember that I am your master, master, master, master, say important things three times, master is the most important."

If Xing Zhen hadn't been injured, if there weren't many people in a small room, Yuan Chungang would have been hit suddenly, and his senior brother, the old scholar, was a big deal.

It was time to do so and he didn't forget to take advantage of the situation to rob his apprentice and cursed: "The longer you live, the more shameless you are. You put your face under your feet and stepped on it."

Of course, the farmer has no good temper, so he raised his hand to pull the old scholar aside: "It's enough, it's my turn."

Then Yuan Chungang pointed at his nose: "I am your master."

Xing Zhen was confused, and pointed at the old scholar and said, "I." He pointed at Yuan Chungang and said, "I."

The old man who took the initiative was quite sympathetic. He looked at Yuan Chungang and laughed endlessly. The crisscrossing gullies piled up on his wrinkled face, and tears burst out from his eyes.

Yuan Chungang, the person involved, knew his senior brother, and his face had been tempered. He was used to it and did not take the old scholar seriously.

Ignoring the old scholar, patiently continued to say something to Xing Zhen to him.

In the eyes of Bei Ruoxi, Dumpling and others, I felt helpless. Two senior masters were the best in the Kuanglong Continent.

Why are there no master's style? They are two old rogues. Xing Zhen's injuries have not yet healed, and the two rogues actually think about robbing their apprentices first.

The old scholar looked at Bei Ruoxi and Dandelion and asked, "Who are you two friends Xingzhen?"

The two young people asked had no good feelings for this guy after seeing the rogue. They didn't believe that the old scholar was just asking simply, and they must have bad thoughts behind their backs.

The two of them took a step back, and no one dared to accept it.

The old scholar was unaware of it and said to himself: "Ruoxi and Xing Zhen met earlier, so I will leave the next task to you."

After finishing his speech, the old scholar crafted books that were more than one person tall. From reading and reading, learning, learning from a hundred families, the Three Character Classic, etc., to the chronicles of the Kuanglong Continent, various magical cultivation and common sense of warriors.

I glanced at it and seemed not enough, then I pulled the two of them to the courtyard and piled up two mountains of books.

He said: "I have given you the task of teaching Xing Zhen to read and read. Who told you to know Xing Zhen first?"

Dandelion could not escape, and the old scholar ordered: "You are here to help and help Dian Ruoxi."

Bei Ruoxi whispered: "Mengpo wine was developed by you, senior. Is there no other way?"

"No" the old scholar's answer was simple and straightforward, and then he became a hand-off manager. He left two young men in a daze in the courtyard and walked back to the room by themselves.

He took out another book and handed it to Xing Zhen and said, "When you have learned a lot of reading and reading, and after picking up all the previous talismans and boxing techniques, you are reading this Seven Killing Sword Sutra."
To be continued...