The sunset sinks to the bottom, and a touch of moon gradually hangs in the air.

The wind is not strong, and the night is not dark. The starry lights are still shining, like the little eyes of countless babies. In a blink, they look at the planet, the earth, the mountains, and the dense forest.

A dark shadow stood under a vigorous pine tree, hiding in the shadow of the moonlight. The night wind blew, and the black veil hanging on his face floated slightly with the wind, looking a little mysterious. Under the shadow, a night-walking tight-fitting dressed by the scout wrapped its slender waist and towering peaks, with concave and concave. Under the buttocks, the slender and slender legs moved slightly, and the toes kicked a small stone. The black shadow was waiting for something here, and his emotions seemed a little lonely.

Just when the black shadow behind the pine tree was bored, a gentle sound of breaking through the air came slightly. The black shadow shook slightly, and he hurriedly tapped the ground and gently looked over half of his side. In the gap on the side of the black veil, a ray of gaze looked at the source of the sound in the night wind.

Slowly, after a while, another black shadow appeared on the ground. The speed was extremely fast, almost a black wind was floating, moving under the faint night. The black shadow behind the pine tree had such a high hearing. When he was far from seeing the figure, he learned about the other party's arrival. The slight disturbance that slashed through the air, and his ears were not escaped.

After a few more breaths, the black shadow came to the edge of this small forest and stopped. Seeing that his figure was blinded by a slightly loose black suit, he could not tell whether he was fat or thin, nor could he tell whether he was a man or a woman.

The black shadow behind the pine tree did not appear immediately, but seeing that he was a little anxious, he seemed to want to come forward to recognize the visitor.

"Black Lotus...clear and soft?" The visitor's voice was extremely hoarse, like a thick baritone, and a bit like a duck's voice, which made people feel uncomfortable no matter what. Coupled with his black clothes and black veil mask, he suppressed every explosion.

"Yeah!" Behind the tall pine tree, the black shadow called the black lotus quickly floated out and came to the latecomer. Inside the black sleeves, a pair of pink and delicate jade hands were exposed. They grabbed the latecomer's wrist tightly, and they paused, and were very excited.

"Haha, I haven't seen you for many years, girl, has grown so tall." The visitor suddenly changed his voice, replaced by the sound of an oriole garden, crisp and slightly sweet, and he was actually a woman. He could not imagine that the duck's voice just now came from her throat. Especially her pair of white and white veils that were stretching out her sleeves in front of the petite black shadow, which were as white as pink as green onion jade fingers, all implying that this person should have a beautiful face inside the black veil.

The black veil on the face of the petite figure was lifted up, and under the moonlight, a face that was not very pleasant appeared. There were three scars on the face of Black Lian, with grooves in the flesh and dots of pockmarks. In terms of facial features, the eyes were brighter and larger, Xiao Yao's nose was tall and straight, and there was also an exquisite little mouth, which was not very red. However, those deep scars seemed particularly dazzling and could not remind people of beautiful things. Especially with her name, it seemed inconsistent with her face. How could such a face be worthy of the word Qingru?

It's like a pretty flower, the surrounding green - Piaoqi - said leisurely.

The fragrant master looked at Qingrou blankly, and a hint of surprise flashed across his face, but Qingrou lowered her head and didn't see it.

Why? The master's imprisonment skills will also be missing? The master Xiang's face was a little inexplicable, as if she wanted to tell Qingrou that some of your memories were blinded by a certain extension in your heart. Without excitement, she would never wake up, and you would never know the memories of the past. Is the master Xiang's heart trembling slightly. Any disciple who entered the Black Lotus Cave to practice had experienced this. Only by forgetting the past in the world can they truly succeed in their cultivation. This is also a last resort.

But why did this memory that was imprisoned in the deepest part of my heart? Or did Qingrou have a deep memory, and even the master's imprisonment ability was not completely suppressed. What kind of memory is this? It can make Qingrou never forget it for more than ten years?

"When I was a child?" Master Xiang raised his jade hand, gently stroked the big scar on Qingrou's face with his jade fingers, and sighed: "Don't think about my childhood anymore. You are an orphan. The master accidentally found you and found that you have the opportunity to practice in the Black Lotus Cave in your body. Qingrou has thought too much, everyone has childhood, so you don't have to take the dream seriously."

"Love Master... Qingrou knows the raising of Qingrou, but... in the dream... those pictures are gentle but feel very real. There seems to be a big ancient tree in the dream... under the tree, there seems to be someone sitting and looking into the distance... He is about the same age as me... I seem to have given him something... He held... What is it... Qingrou can't remember it..." In Qingrou's mouth, she slowly said the scene that seemed to appear in the dream. It was vague, both real and illusory. It is impossible to distinguish between true and false and false.

The jade fingers that stroked Qingrou's little face trembled slightly. The fragrant master looked at Qingrou with a burning look. After a while, he said gently and gentlely, "Maybe it's a dream you hope to have such a childhood. This is not good for your cultivation." The fragrant master comforted him, and his originally bright lips turned a little white at this moment.

She clearly remembered that eleven years ago, the little girl brought back by the hall master always cried at first, and occasionally shouted to the mountains that it should be the name of a boy. In order to cultivate her skills, the hall master asked her, but she had to forget her memory.

She chose to forget and became an amnesia-lost person.

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