It was originally surprised that he left but his perspective remained in Qingfu Mountain, but Chen Weiming immediately felt relieved.

When he left here and saw Ou Yuzhi again, he was already controlled by the people who judged the Heavenly Palace. Moreover, his personality changed a lot, not only a big change.

Especially when we met again, the angry sword and the roar of grief and anger, questioning whether it was Chen Pan's Ji Xuefu or her junior brother Chen, meant that many things must have happened to her in those years.

But at this moment he could do nothing, so he could only watch, listen, and feel what Ou Yuzhi thought.

His own departure did not make Ou Yuzhi cut off this relationship, but instead became extremely longing.

When Zhang Changning complained about failure in refining alchemy, he missed himself.

When the sword technique is not smooth, miss yourself.

When the disciples from all the hills compete, miss themselves.

...

Even when you see men and women walking together and talking and laughing, you will miss yourself.

That kind of longing was like a poison buried in her heart, more and more, deeper and deeper, as if it was a maggot in the bones, tangling all over her body and seeping into her bone marrow.

That kind of longing is like a breeze that will not whistle by, but will moisten things silently, filling every corner of the inner world, everywhere, and even reaching the soul.

That kind of plain love and longing like flowing water are the most touching, and Chen Weiming burst into tears when he saw it.

He always felt that he was a lonely guest from the world. His grandmother didn't love him and his uncle didn't love him because he didn't have grandmother and uncle. His master did not exist. Meng Haoran took care of him just because of Li Qinglian, and Li Qinglian took care of him because of the three-foot sword.

The so-called brother, at that time, there was only one Nether Sword that could barely be counted.

But Ming Dao is not a gentle person, a person who forces himself to break the road of heaven to achieve his goal, can face each other with swords, or even die together without breaking the road of heaven.

The one who can die for himself is Ji Xuefu, but Ji Xuefu is not for himself, but Chen Pan.

It seems that only the three-foot sword is different for me, but it is a legend that is too far away.

Today, Chen Weiming suddenly realized that there was a woman who cared about her a long time ago.

How similar is fate? I have seen Chen Pan’s memory of Ji Xuefu through the Ruyi Golden Cudgel and the Fentian Seal, which is also quite similar. When Chen Pan was ignorant and ignorant of his feelings, Ji Xuefu had a deep love for him.

Having a gentle and beautiful woman who cares about herself so much is really... a very helpful thing. Especially when watching all this happen, feeling the other person's thoughts and confirming her memory, she actually felt an indescribable sense of happiness in her heart.

At this moment, Chen Weiming wanted to cry, but it was not shedding tears. There were all kinds of possibilities for crying, but there was only one kind of crying: sadness.

He suddenly felt as if he had let down a deep affection, and he didn't know much, but he was extremely full.

Missings make knots, like rocks.

Every day, I look at the mountain from afar, hoping to see that familiar figure. After repeating day by day, everything around me becomes boring and boring.

What I see every day is similar, but in Chen Weiming's eyes it is not monotonous. Even at this moment, I feel grateful to the Lord of Desire. If it weren't for him, I might never have known these things.

Unfortunately, when he waited for a long time, he was not the person he wanted, but a group of invaders. The powerful monk, Qingfushan, was unprepared for them, and just took Ou Yuzhi away.

A woman who has no strong mentality and a woman who is talented cannot be said to be extraordinary. After these time, her cultivation has not improved much, but she is just a realm of the celestial fairy.

"It's not possible to be so weak!"

With a sentence in the darkness, the person who judged the Heavenly Palace began to forcibly improve her cultivation.

Pills, treasures of heaven and earth, corpse insects, poisonous poison... All means to improve her cultivation were added to her. Each means could bring terrible consequences. Her whole body was bloated like a floating corpse, her meridians were broken and her body exploded, and her poisonous smoked her body was incomplete...

Each method is enough to make a normal monk die thousands of times, but this body was once extremely powerful. The judgment of the Heavenly Palace was a life-saving thing, and Ou Yuzhi was robbed back from the brink of death every time.

At the same time, there were all kinds of beatings and coercions, asking Ou Yuzhi to obey their orders to do things and do things that he had planned.

But no matter how they did it, Ou Yuzhi didn't win or even responded. Since the abuse, he never said a word, just gritted his teeth and endured it.

No matter what I experienced, the woman's eyes were never empty. In addition to being indifferent, she could see a little spark in her eyes, an immortal spark.

It was a spark of faith, as if he believed that someone would come to save her.

Chen Weiming felt even more sad and ashamed, because at that time he might have been with the demon clan and wandering in various star fields, but he really rarely thinks of her, let alone know all this.

When Ou Yuzhi was elevated to the sub-saint realm by various means, the endless torture finally stopped, and the Lord of Desire finally appeared in front of her for the first time.

God did not say much nonsense when he was good at peeping into people's hearts, but just asked directly: "Do you love Chen Weiming?"

"like!"

Ou Yuzhi finally spoke again, her eyes firm.

"How much love is!"

"You can die!"

The short question and the straightforward answer made Chen Weiming's heart tremble again.

"Then do you know Ji Xuefu?"

"have no idea!"

"I can tell you that it is the woman who competes for your body. Chen Weiming treats you very well, not because of yourself, but because of Ji Xuefu. What he is looking for is not you, but Ji Xuefu!"

As the Lord of Desire spoke, he stretched out his finger and pointed it at Ou Yuzhi's forehead. At that moment, countless pictures began to bloom in Ou Yuzhi's heart, and the spark in his eyes gradually dissipated.

Indifferent, empty.

Judgment outside the Heavenly Palace.

The two figures finally separated in a fierce battle and violent turbulence...

"Hahaha!"

The Lord of Forgotten laughed: "How do you feel now? How many magical powers and methods can you remember?"

At this time, Ming Dao was covered in wounds, and the black blood was constantly deepening, and the vitality of life was passing. What was even worse was that he not only forgot many magical powers, but even one eye and one ear seemed to no longer exist and could not sense it.

"What you forget is not only memory, but also the ability of the body. One eye and one ear, this is just the beginning. Didn't you ask me how to kill someone if I forget?"

The Lord of Forgotten stretched out his hand, as if he was sure to win: "When you forget that you are still alive, you will naturally die!"

"Death is the end of my practice!"

The Nether Knife shouted loudly, and all the blood flowed out gathered on the black Knife. In an instant, the power of death was activated to the extreme.
Chapter completed!