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Chapter 2740 Three punches of amnesia

Pu Xuan was stunned, nodded and said: "Then...that's it."

As he spoke, he covered his mouth and coughed violently. Blood flowed from his fingers, looking weak and ready to collapse at any time.

At this moment, Wu Qing shifted his gaze and took another look at Su Yi, as if he did not expect that this young man from Xiaoyao Realm could persuade Pu Xuan by speaking.

"Ancestor, that guy is obviously being tough and can't hold on any longer!"

Liang Shan couldn't help but said, "Why don't we..."

Snapped!

Liang Shan received a slap on the head, and stars appeared in front of his eyes.

Wu Qing was filled with murderous intent, "Is this the character a sword cultivator should have if you just want to get something cheap?"

Liangshan was speechless, feeling aggrieved in his heart.

What is bargain hunting?

You clearly have the upper hand, why not kill the opponent?

But he didn't dare to talk back, so he could only endure it.

Wu Qing took out a pot of wine and drank half of it in one breath. He wiped his mouth and stared at Pu Xuan, trying to say something.

But he finally gave up, grabbed Wu Qing's collar and strode away.

From beginning to end, not a single word was spoken.

Just left like that.

Although it was impossible to guess why the sword cultivator of the Tianjun of the Lixinjianzhai would do this, Luan Yunzhong and Qin Suqing were completely relieved when they saw him and Liang Shan disappear.

In comparison, let alone the two of them, even those old guys from the sect who came together were not enough!

Because that is a Tianjun-level sword cultivator!

Even a single force of will can intimidate most cultivating forces in the world!

"Strange, why did that grumpy little old man just leave like that?"

Pu Xuan said to himself, "My injuries are really not disguised at all. They are all fake."

Su Yi stepped forward, looked at the miserable Pu Xuan, and said through the voice, "He seems to have recognized your identity."

Pu Xuan narrowed his eyes.

"Since he chose to give up, it means that he must have other considerations. This is why I advise you not to take action again." Su Yi said softly, "After all, I can recognize your identity, but I didn't kill you. Just based on this

It may not be able to prove whether the little old man is a friend or an enemy, but it can at least prove that he has concerns about treating you.

Dare to act recklessly, this is enough."

Pu Xuan twitched the corner of his lips and said seriously: "Actually, I can keep them all."

Su Yi rolled his eyes, "In my eyes, it's just a will body, not worth fighting for."

Pu Xuan was startled and then laughed, "A kind word can warm the winter, and my heart suddenly feels warm."

Just as Su Yi said, he did have a way to keep Wu Qing and Liang Shan, but he would pay an extremely heavy price, and his own path would be severely damaged.

But, he didn't mind doing it.

After all, he had died once, and the reason he was able to live a new life was because of Su Yi's reincarnation.

Su Yi has his own reasons for feeling it's not worth it.

But he felt it was worth it to fight for Su Yi!

In fact, Pu Xuan did not tell Su Yi that he had already guessed some truth when Su Yi could easily use the calligraphy painting.

This is also the reason why he is willing to walk with Su Yi after living a new life!

"Fellow Taoist, how are your injuries?"

Qin Suqing stepped forward, her pretty face full of worry, and quickly took out some healing elixirs and handed them to Pu Xuan.

Such an outstanding man in white was covered in blood and seriously injured, which made Qin Suqing worried.

Su Yi took out the wine bottle and took a sip, "If you have good thoughts in your heart, God will bless you. If Pu Xuan is dedicated to doing good, he will be blessed with good fortune and will not die."

Qin Suqing glared at him, how could he say such sarcastic words.

But Pu Xuan laughed and said: "Fellow Daoist Su's words are great kindness!"

Qin Suqing curled her lips, feeling helpless, but her eyes when she looked at Pu Xuan became gentler, with a hint of admiration.

If Pu Xuan hadn't taken action before, they might have suffered a long time ago!

Luan Yunzhong also stepped forward, clasping his fists with both hands and saying, "Thank you, Senior Pu Xuan, for your righteous action!"

This old swordsman from Tianxuan Taoist Court was completely shocked by Pu Xuan's strength, and even his title changed.

This is the world of spiritual practice, where strength is respected and those who are accomplished come first.

Not to mention, Pu Xuan is an immeasurable Taoist, two levels higher than Luan Yunzhong!

A difference in one place makes a world of difference.

What's more, they are two completely different realms?

"I'm not a senior."

Pu Xuan laughed at himself, "I'm just a weird spirit. If fellow Taoists think highly of me, just call me Pu Xuan. Don't stick to the etiquette of seniors and juniors."

He secretly thought in his heart, you and fellow Taoist Su are of the same generation, how can I be superior to him in terms of seniority?

This is absolutely impossible!

Luan Yunzhong and Qin Suqing both agreed, but they obviously respected Pu Xuan more and more.

Su Yi saw it in his eyes and just smiled.

When the group arrived at Qingfeng Ferry, Qin Suqing took out a thousand pieces of eternal fine gold and threw them into the majestic ancient time and space portal.

Suddenly, golden light filled the air, divine radiance overflowed, and set off a series of ripples in time and space.

Until a thousand pieces of eternal fine gold are burned out, a space-time tunnel has emerged in the space-time portal.

On the way, Su Yi had already learned that the ferry to Qingfengzhou was relatively cheap, only a thousand eternal gold.

Even so, it is still a huge expense for ordinary eternal people.

For example, Luan Yunzhong worked hard to accumulate for many years, but he could only accumulate less than 3,000 pieces of eternal fine gold.
"I'm afraid Miss Qin's family situation is not simple."

Su Yi secretly said.

He noticed that when Qin Suqing spent a thousand eternal fine gold, she did not hesitate, her eyes and actions were very casual and calm.

However, Su Yi didn't say anything.

After all, Tianxuan Taoist Court is also one of the top forces in Qingfeng Continent, and Qin Suqing is accompanied by Luan Yunzhong, a protector of the Great Perfection in the Immortal Ascension Realm. His status is destined to be different.

Immediately, the group of people walked into the ferry, and their figures disappeared in an instant.

At the bottom of the Destiny River near Qingfeng Ferry, a snow-white toad the size of a millstone lay in the water and sighed regretfully.

As the master of this 30,000-mile water area, when a battle broke out near Qingfeng Ferry, Snow White Toad noticed it immediately.

Originally, he wanted to take action at a critical moment, stir up a wave of fate, and kill the will and body of the violent Heavenly Lord in one fell swoop, so that he could sell a favor.

Who would have thought that the sword cultivator in white would not give it a chance!

No one knew that when Su Yi asked Pu Xuan if he needed help, the toad demon who had been dormant deep in the river bottom was so excited that he almost rushed out and shouted "Let me do it"!

Unfortunately, the opportunity to help others was fleeting, and the snow-white toad beat his chest and felt heartbroken whenever he thought about it.

“I don’t know when I will be able to see that person with the Tao Sutra next time…”

The snow-white toad lamented in his heart and disappeared quietly.



The long river of destiny is vast and endless.

After leaving Qingfeng Ferry for tea time, Wu Qing suddenly stamped his feet, waved his sleeves and robe, and a Taoist platform was formed.

He threw away the Liangshan he was carrying as if throwing away rubbish, while he squatted down on the platform, stunned and speechless.

The owner of one of the thirteen mountains of Li Xin Jian Zhai, the irascible Jian Xiu Tianjun seemed to have something on his mind, and his expression suddenly changed.

On one side, Liang Shan was trembling with fear and did not dare to speak for fear of being slapped on the back of the head by the ancestor again.

After a long time, Wu Qing's voice became hoarse, "Tell me, why did you come to this terrible place?"

Liang Shan quickly reported the truth, "Some time ago, a disciple of our sect who traveled down the mountain sent a letter saying that he learned a secret while traveling in Qingfengzhou, and that secret was related to a calligraphy treasure..." After a long while

, Liang Shan finally finished telling the whole story, "Deacon Liu Shangchuan and I guessed that the calligraphy treasure that fell into the hands of the old demon Jin Ling is most likely related to a certain ancestor of our Li Xin Jian Zhai, so we came together.

, never

I thought...but I encountered such an accident."

After saying that, Liang Shan's face was full of bitterness.

Wu Qing sat there without saying a word until he finished listening. He suddenly raised his head and said, "Forgot everything that happened just now."

Liang Shan's eyes widened, "Ah?"

Wu Qing's eyes were cold, "Only by forgetting can you survive. Don't forget..."

He raised his hand and pointed at the flowing river of destiny, "Jump in yourself!"

Liang Shan froze and realized that Ancestor Wu Qing was not joking, so he couldn't help but said: "Ancestor, I..."

boom!

Wu Qing slapped Liang Shan on the head, "Have you forgotten?"

Liang Shan's head was dazed and his soul was in severe pain. He subconsciously held his head with his hands and grinned: "Forgot!"

boom!

Wu Qing slapped him again, "Say more?"

Liang Shan's eyes were spinning and he was about to faint, "I really forgot!"

boom!

Wu Qing slapped him down again, "What now?"

Liang Shan sat there, his face full of pain, his eyes confused and said: "What?"

Wu Qing said with satisfaction: "Okay."

With three consecutive slaps, he had shattered and erased a memory in Liangshan's soul. No one would know what happened near Qingfeng Ferry.

Liang Shan panicked and said: "Ancestor, you... why did you hit me? Where is this? I remember I was waiting for someone on the boat just now..."

Wu Qing snorted coldly: "Trash! You were knocked unconscious without realizing it. If it weren't for me, you would have died long ago!"

Liang Shan was stunned, "At that time, I was attacked by someone?"

When he thought of this, he broke into a cold sweat.

Wu Qing dusted off his clothes, stood up and said, "Let's go, follow me back to the sect. After you go back, you can go to Lixin Cliff to retreat and think about your past. You won't be able to come out for a thousand years!"

Liang Shan shrugged his head and accepted the order bitterly: "Yes!"

Wu Qing stepped away.

However, in the heart of this grumpy Tianjun sword cultivator, when he thought of the sword cultivator in white he had just seen, indescribable complex emotions arose.

There is sadness, joy, and worry.

When he was young, Wu Qing was taken to the Lixin Sword Studio by a great swordsman to practice.

The man was old-fashioned and stern, and was meticulous in teaching him how to practice the sword. Whenever he made a mistake, he would hit his palms.

The young Wu Qing was never afraid of pain, even if his palms were bleeding, he was still complacent and didn't care.

However, once when he accidentally saw a hint of disappointment in the eyes of the great swordsman, young Wu Qing suddenly felt heartbroken.

From then on, he never dared to slack off and practiced hard as if he was a different person.

He once swore that he would never let that great swordsman down again in this life!

That great swordsman is called Jin Xuan.

He is a true disciple of the founder of the sect.

He was also young Wu Qing’s guide in the art of swordsmanship.

Although the two do not have the name of master and disciple, they are actually master and disciple.

And on the white-clothed sword cultivator just now, Wu Qing saw the shadow of the great sword cultivator. No one knew that at that moment, he, a Tianjun sword cultivator who had lived for countless years, almost couldn't help crying.


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