Sikong Yao Island fell into a strange atmosphere.

One by one, the demon island monks had their memories wiped out by Ning Fan and fell unconscious. Even the high priest was not spared.

The little girl Mingque absorbed Si Cang's mixed memories bit by bit, trying hard not to let her character be erased.

There was more and more majesty and indifference in her expression, even more noble and cold than Su Yan, who was once the head of Lanjiao Clan.

It was the majesty that belonged to the princess Sicang, and along with the mixed memories, Mingque digested them one by one.

As his stomach growled, Mingque finally opened his eyes, as if he was in a big dream. His eyes were still a little blurry, but suddenly they became cold.

Ning Fan was actually a little nervous.

Even if he faced thousands of troops, he would not blink an eye, but when he saw Mingque's cold and unfamiliar eyes, he became nervous.

If another memory suddenly appears in a person's head, his personality can easily change.

That cold and arrogant gaze definitely belonged to Mingque, but to the princess Si Cang.

Mingque is the reincarnation of Sicang. After accepting Sicang's inheritance, has his personality changed drastically?

"You..." Ning Fan was about to ask about Ming Que's condition, but saw Ming Que jump into a pool of blood, run down the altar with a sad face, and ran pitifully in front of Ning Fan.

The coldness in his eyes has long since disappeared, replaced by the same cute expression as before.

"Hungry...Brother Pancake, I'm hungry..." The little girl with the golden crown kept a frustrated expression. In order to accept the inheritance, she used up all the energy to feed herself. Now she is hungry and has eaten a hundred yuan.

Dan biscuits.

Upon hearing that Mingque still had the same tone as before, Ning Fan didn't ask any more questions.

She is still her, still so greedy.

Ning Fan would not let Mingque go hungry, so he took out a lot of fifth-level elixirs and gave them to Mingque as beans.

Regardless of whether it is medicine for wounds or any other medicine, when it enters Mingque's stomach, it can be transformed into energy that improves one's cultivation.

After eating all three bottles of Ning Fan's fifth-level elixir, Mingque burped cutely and said with a smile,

"I'm full..."

Su Yan was speechless. Yujie could eat fifth-level elixirs like beans, but Mingque was the only one who could eat them. Ordinary monks couldn't digest the power of so many elixirs.

And Ning Fan is probably the only one who is willing to give the fifth-level elixir to Ming Que casually.

Mingque, who had eaten and drank enough, noticed that all the demon cultivators on the island had been knocked down, and was a little surprised.

But after learning that it was Ning Fan who did the good deeds, the little girl didn't care anymore. As long as Ning Fan was willing, Mingque would have no objection even if he sunk Sikong Yao Island.

She explained the inherited memories to Ning Fan one by one.

The princess Sicang was born in ancient times. She was once the princess of the ancient Mingqiao clan. Later, she left the Mingqiao clan due to a disagreement with an elder in the clan, but she died under mysterious circumstances.

As for why he died, there is no memory left.

And all the information about ancient demons and spirits has not been passed down at all, which is a great pity.

From Sicang's memories, Mingque obtained many demonic skills of the Mingque clan, as well as many cultivation experiences left by Si Cang during his lifetime.

At this moment, Ming Que has a Dan Demon physique and possesses king-level demon blood. He has inherited Si Cang's cultivation experience and has a very promising future.

I dare not say that if it is above four days, but below four days, I am afraid that no one can cultivate as fast as Mingque.

Even Ning Fan, if he stayed in the sect and cultivated meticulously, his cultivation speed would definitely not be as fast as Ming Que's.

Of course, Ning Fan's training was carried out in fighting, and the strength honed through life and death was not comparable to that of Mingque.

In just half a day, Mingque relied on the power of inheritance to break through from the middle stage of divine transformation to half-step of void refining. If this news were to be spread, I don't know how many old monsters would be envious.

Ning Fan recalled his own cultivation path. From the middle stage of divine transformation to the half-step of cultivating the void, it was a constant battle and a lot of effort. But Mingque broke through to the half-step of void cultivation so easily, which is really unbelievable.

"If this little girl is given a good cultivation environment, her future will be limitless..." Ning Fan thought.

Mingque had just received the inheritance and was exhausted. After eating and drinking, he went to sleep.

Su Yan rested with Ming Que, but because Ming Que's state was not yet stable, she protected him a little.

Ning Fan used spells to wake up the demon island monks one by one. If they were allowed to fall unconscious like this, there was no telling how long they would remain unconscious.

After the demon island monks woke up one by one, they all lost their memory and felt very strange.

Many people remember that the island owner successfully obtained the inheritance of the Nine Paths before, but they can't remember anything about what happened after that.

Anyone with a discerning eye can guess that it was Ning Fan who erased their memories. Ning Fan was the only one on Sikong Yao Island who had the power to erase the monks' memories at will.

The old man surnamed Qu and other priests vaguely guessed that something must have happened after the inheritance ended, which would cause Ning Fan to erase everyone's memories and prevent everyone from knowing the truth.

At the moment, no one dared to ask what happened after that, and no one asked why their memory was wiped.

As night fell, the entire Sikong Yao Island was decorated with lights and colorful decorations to celebrate the successful inheritance of the island owner.

Naturally, Mingque did not attend. She was still snoozing and she was really tired. Su Yan, who was protecting the Dharma, also did not attend.

Under the statue of the princess, the demon island monks held a feast, killed countless animals, offered countless spiritual fruits and wine, piled countless tall wooden frames, and lit bonfires. In the night, rows of beauties lined up.

The beautiful female cultivators from the Demonic Island danced gracefully, and many women showed great attentiveness to Ning Fan.

"I heard that Venerable Ming practices dual magic skills. There are no other demons on our island, but there are quite a few beautiful female demons. If Venerable Ming is interested in you, you can marry them as concubines.

An honor.”

The high priest surnamed Qu laughed heartily, and many Demon Island masters frequently toasted to Ning Fan.

"Priest Qu is joking." Ning Fan lightly drank the spirit wine and shook his head with a smile. The female cultivators on Sikong Yao Island were all loyal servants of Ming Que, so Ning Fan would not capture the cauldron here.

This wine is the unique wine of Kong Yao Island. It is called 'Si Que'. It is slightly spicy when it enters the throat, but when the wine enters the stomach, it will be dense and hot, making people gradually feel warm in the stomach, as if longing fills the chest.

.

The Si Que wine has been passed down on Demon Island for countless generations. That Si is longing. That bird is the ancient underworld bird. This wine contains the yearning for Si Cang by generations of Monk Island monks. Ning Fan was immersed in this atmosphere, and his heart suddenly

Be quiet. Drink plenty of Si Que wine.

"The monks have no family, but Sikong Island is Mingque's other home..."

This is a group of loyal servants. Sicang has been dead for an unknown number of years, and Sikong Yao Island has been passed down for an unknown number of generations. The ancient Mingque Clan has long forgotten that there is a micro-power in the lower world that once belonged to the Mingque Clan.

But these demon island monks are still waiting for Sicang's return with loyalty, just like in the past.

Even though even the people of the Ancient Mingque have forgotten Sicang's name, the monks on Demon Island are still looking forward to their master's return.

Even if time erases memories, the only thing that remains unchanged is the waiting passed down from generation to generation.

All the waiting is engraved on the statue, brewed in spiritual wine, and melted into worshiping again and again, devoutly looking forward to the return of the master.

That kind of waiting has nothing to do with life or death. Regardless of whether Si Cang is still alive or not, they will continue to wait...

Monks have no family. Sects, factions, and families cannot be regarded as monks' homes, because in these places, monks still need to spare no effort in intrigues, and fights can never be avoided.

"Sects, forces, and families are not the home of monks. Just like Taixu Sect is not Su Qiu's home. Just like the Trolls are not Xue Yan's home, just like this place is not my home... Only the way

The place where the heart is at peace is the home where soldiers are buried..."

"I miss the sparrow, I miss the sparrow... The monk from Demon Island misses the Princess Mingque. Why don't I miss the sparrow, the country of Yue, and Qimei. For me, Qimei is my home, and Gusu is my home. Lu Clan

Jiubu is also a home... It turns out that I also have a home..."

"Home..." Ning Fan turned out to be a little drunk and with eyes dim, he picked up the wine alone and walked to the dense bamboo forest of Demon Island.

The vast sea of ​​bamboos, as far as the eye can see, are as tall as the towering bamboo forests. They seem to be able to cover the night sky, but they cannot cover Ning Fan's reminiscing gaze.

Drunkness is not drunkenness, but intoxication.

If the heart is drunk, the person will also be drunk.

In the haze, he seemed to see himself as a young man, practicing hard in order to break through the golden elixir.

In the haze, he seemed to see himself as a mortal, and the scenes of Wu Guo Haining's past.

He seemed to see the past and the next life...

He seemed to see Ning Gu being framed by someone, he seemed to see the old devil's old hair, and felt a little sour in his heart.

He seemed to see traces of a sea of ​​blood struggling, killing people like hemp, and felt a little tired in his heart.

As if he had seen a butterfly from his previous life, he rushed towards the Palm Immortal Emperor unwillingly and resolutely...

He can't stop, he can't stop... Even if he has reached this point in his cultivation, he still can't enjoy a moment of peace. He still has to walk on this road for a long, long time...

"In a monk's life, he has gone through many killings, and has experienced ups and downs... Life and death depend on the sky, ups and downs follow the waves, and he is only drunk today..." Ning Fan said to himself, as the night wind blew, accompanied by the fragrance of bamboo leaves, he gradually felt dizzy and tired.

The night was already dark. He glanced sideways and suddenly saw Su Yan appearing at the end of the bamboo sea, where the lights were dimming. She didn't know when she was leaning on the green bamboo, looking at him quietly.

"Is this the real you...so tired..." Su Yan's eyes were full of pity.

It turns out that Ning Fan, who has a terrifying reputation, is just an ordinary person.

It turns out that behind the glory, there is also loneliness and loneliness.

"I am who I am..." Ning Fan slowly closed his eyes, sat under a giant bamboo, and fell into a deep sleep.

With Su Yan here, he can probably take a break.

This drunkenness lasted for a day and a night. When Ning Fan woke up, he found himself lying in the guest room, with Su Yan and Mingque waiting for him.
To be continued...