When Ren Xiaoyao saw Ye Qingyun's face for the first time, he didn't feel anything.
But after taking a few more glances, Ren Xiaoyao felt an inexplicable familiar feeling in his heart.
But it's not obvious.
But for some reason, the more Ren Xiaoyao stared at Ye Qingyun's face, the familiar feeling in his heart became stronger.
I always feel like I’ve seen this face before somewhere?
But Ren Xiaoyao tried hard to recall, but he still couldn't remember where he had seen this face.
There is something crucial that is hidden deep in my mind, but it seems to have been deliberately erased.
Can't be completely coherent.
Huikong had been paying attention to Ren Xiaoyao's expression. Seeing Ren Xiaoyao's expression constantly changing, Huikong already understood everything in his heart.
"Amitabha, this person must have received guidance from the Holy Son. Now that he is here, it is ultimately the Son's arrangement."
After Gu Chen and Ye Qingyun met, he did not forget to introduce Ren Xiaoyao to Ye Qingyun.
"Master, this is Ren Xiaoyao, the Xiaoyao Sword Immortal who was famous in the past nine states and seven seas. This time he came from Wuzhuang with me."
Gu Chen introduced it to Ye Qingyun.
Ye Qingyun then looked at Ren Xiaoyao.
"Ren Xiaoyao? Your honorable name is quite good. Let me be free in the world, and I am worthy of the name Xiaoyao Sword Immortal."
This was originally a polite sentence, but it made Ren Xiaoyao freeze on the spot for an instant.
Memories from a very long time ago suddenly appeared in my mind.
That memory that he deliberately erased.
"Ren Xiaoyao? Your name is pretty good."
That familiar voice, the very similar words, the voice that had echoed in Ren Xiaoyao's ears countless times, now sounded again.
This memory comes from Ren Xiaoyao's childhood.
It was the era after the end of the Great Desolation, when the chaos of the past gradually subsided, and order began to be established in Kyushu and the Seven Seas.
But Ren Xiaoyao's parents and family members were all affected and became ants in the changing times.
Ren Xiaoyao is still just a child, struggling to survive like a rootless duckweed.
Not to mention practicing, it is especially difficult to survive.
Ren Xiaoyao, who was bullied and suffered a lot, was beaten black and blue in order to get food to survive, and finally fell in front of his parents' desolate and desolate graves.
Close your eyes and wait for death.
I don't know how long it took, but the young Ren Xiaoyao slowly woke up in front of his parents' graves, and there was a figure in white standing in front of him.
Ren Xiaoyao curled up subconsciously, thinking that someone was here to bully him again.
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He's used to it.
I don't want to resist, and I can't resist.
"May I have your name?"
Unexpectedly, the man in white in front of him did not bully him, but instead made a voice that made Ren Xiaoyao feel very kind and warm in his heart.
"Let it ride."
The young Ren Xiaoyao murmured his name.
"Ren Xiaoyao? Your name is pretty good."
This was the last sound Ren Xiaoyao heard, and he fell into a deep sleep.
And this time, Ren Xiaoyao had the most solid and peaceful sleep.
In his sleep, he seemed to see his parents and his relatives, still living a peaceful and peaceful life.
A long time passed.
When Ren Xiaoyao woke up again, there was no one in front of him, and he was still lying in front of his parents' graves.
The difference is that in Ren Xiaoyao's arms there is a wooden sword that comes from nowhere.
On the wooden sword, there is a line of words engraved on it for Ren Xiaoyao.
It was this wooden sword that gave young Ren Xiaoyao the will to persevere.
Relying on the wooden sword, he embarked on the path of cultivation.
With the wooden sword in his hand, Ren Xiaoyao also became a swordsman.
It wasn't until he arrived at Wuliang Sword Mountain that he threw away the wooden sword that had not been taken out for a long, long time.
Because in Ren Xiaoyao's view, if he wants to climb Mount Wuliang Sword, he must get rid of his past self.
So he threw away the wooden sword and sealed the memories of his childhood.
But now.
Memories came back to me.
A familiar voice echoed in my ears.
The wooden sword that he had discarded long ago seemed to be back in his hands.
This had a huge impact on Ren Xiaoyao.
It made him feel confused and stunned.
Ren Xiaoyao was shocked and stared at Ye Qingyun with disbelief in his eyes.
Ye Qingyun was a little overwhelmed by Ren Xiaoyao's look.
What's going on with this guy?
Why are you staring at yourself so much?
Are your eyes still wide open?
Don't you want to do something evil to yourself?
Thinking of this, Ye Qingyun couldn't help but become a little wary.
Come.
Ren Xiaoyao finally came to his senses and suppressed the shock in his heart.
"You are Patriarch Tiezhu? Then please let Yu Hengzi and Yun Huizi go and let me take them back to Wuzhuang."
Ren Xiaoyao did not forget his own business.
"You can release them if you want, unless Wuzhuang wants to exchange them for them."
Ye Qingyun said this.
"exchange?"
Ren Xiaoyao was startled, then frowned.
"Who do you want to exchange Yun Huizi and Yu Hengzi for?"
Ye Qingyun did not answer, but looked at Ren Xiaoyao.
"Will your words be useful in Wuzhuang?"
This actually made Ren Xiaoyao a little confused as to how to answer.
Does talking work?
It’s okay to say it works, and it’s okay to say it doesn’t work.
Although he is a high-ranking guest minister and has considerable status in Wuzhuang, he is only a guest minister after all, and he is not the kind of high-ranking person in Wuzhuang who holds power.
Not only is he inferior to a few direct disciples, but he is even inferior to the elders of Wuzhuang.
Of course, in terms of strength, Ren Xiaoyao is relatively confident and will not be weaker than those elders.
To be continued...