On a beautiful island in the Jichi Holy Land, Qing Xuanle looked into the distance stupidly.

The surface of the lake is sparkling, and at a glance, it looks like thousands of unknown flowers blooming petals, strange shapes, but beautiful, fascinating.

This island is the island with the richest True Yuan in the Jichi Holy Land, except for the Holy Venerable Island and the Core Elder Island.

And this island is full of a peculiar flower.

Ink Bone Flower!

The ink bone flower does not have colorful colors, but is pitch black throughout, like straight branches, and most people do not regard it as a flower at all.

I don't know why, Qing Xuanle has a soft spot for this ink bone flower.

She often stared at those ink bone flowers and lost her mind, and sometimes she was stunned for an afternoon, and the whole person did not move.

This scene, for those maids in the Jindan Realm, has long been accustomed to it.

This saint is a strange person.

As for the only old woman in the Yuan Infant Realm, she also stood aside with a calm face.

Her mission is to protect the safety of the saint, and as for the saint to be stunned for no reason, it is not the scope of her concern.

"Every time I see the ink bone flower, I always have some familiar feelings in my heart, and I don't know why!"

Qing Xuanle was slender, like a bud in the morning, she sat on a boulder casually, her arms hugged her knees, and a delicate little face was placed on her knees at will, due to the backlog of her chin, Qing Xuanle's lips were slightly deformed.

But this little bit of squeezing, instead of affecting Qing Xuanle's beauty, made him have an ethereal and casual beauty.

There is no need to be dignified, she is the most beautiful flower in the world, even if it just blooms at random, it is enough to overwhelm the crowd.

"Why is it that every time I look at the ink bone flower, there is a dark shadow in my head, it's so strange!"

Qing Xuan Le Dai frowned slightly.

Every time she looked at the ink bone flower again, there would always be a thin dark back in the depths of her mind.

It's very vague, very distant, like an illusory dream, but it will make Qing Xuanle's heart ache.

To alleviate this kind of colic, she can only look at the ink bone flower more, and then it will be much more comfortable.

That's right!

The appearance of the ink bone flower really looks like a straight back at first glance.

"Why do I suffer from amnesia, why do I have angina for no reason, why am I never happy!"

Qing Xuanle bit his lip, not knowing what he was thinking.

She is the personal disciple of the Holy Venerable, and she is the holy daughter of the Jichi Holy Land, and her status is very high, although her cultivation is the Yuan Infant Realm, but those elders of the Heavenly Choice Realm must respect herself.

The Holy Venerable gave himself the best island in the Holy Land of Jichi, and gave himself the best maid.

The Holy Venerable almost has a response to himself, he can cultivate, he can also rest, and the Holy Venerable never persecutes himself.

And the Holy Venerable said that she is the daughter of the hero Qing Tianyi, and this identity is glory!

But even so, Qing Xuanle was still difficult to be happy.

She can't remember what happened when she was a child.

The Lord said that he had suffered from an illness and had lost a lot of his memory.

But in Qing Xuanle's heart, there are still some secrets buried!

For example, she doesn't like the Jichi Holy Land, but she hates it a little, and she wants to escape from it.

She didn't like these powerful maids either, she didn't even like the Holy Venerable, she didn't like all the elders here.

Here, Qing Xuanle does not have a sense of belonging at all.

From time to time, she looked north in the middle of the night.

She always felt that in the far north, something was calling her, and she should go there to see.

But the truth told her it was a hallucination.

Just like the back of the god-like ink bone flower, the call of the north is also Qing Xuanle's little secret, and she didn't mention it to anyone.

"Why am I different from others, why can't I be happy!"

Qing Xuanle has not laughed since he had a memory.

She even imitated other people's laughter, but the muscles on her face couldn't make this expression at all, and finally Qing Xuanle gave up.

She admits that she has been deprived of the ability to laugh by God.

Every day is the same dull, Qing Xuanle feels that it is superfluous for her to live, she sometimes looks at the golden ripples like fish scales in the sunset, wants to disperse her cultivation, and then jumps.

Pity.

She didn't dare, and she couldn't!

The Holy Maiden Qing Xuanle is the personal disciple of the Holy Venerable, the daughter of the hero Qing Tianyi, her mission is to repay the nurturing grace of the Jichi Holy Land, and she is not qualified to die.

Qing Xuanle's memory is full of these terms.

Mission, Reward, Kindness, Obedience!

She sometimes felt that she was a finely crafted tool, and even many elders looked at her as if they were looking at a precious vase.

He is incompatible with the Jichi Holy Land and the whole world.

"These maids may be happier than me!"

Afterwards, Qing Xuanle glanced at the maids who were serving him.

She could often hear the maids laughing and playing, and they quietly pointed out that the young male disciple was handsome, and whispered which elder had an emotion with which disciple.

Qing Xuanle had no feelings for any of this.

She didn't understand what emotion was, nor did she understand what handsomeness was, she saw that the male disciples in the Holy Land were all the same, no different from wood, maybe the only difference was that there was some difference between tall, short, fat and thin.

"Hey, why are they so quiet today!"

Suddenly, Qing Xuan Le Dai frowned, and there were some doubts between her eyebrows.

Since she doesn't have any shelves, these maids live more casually on weekdays, as long as the old woman doesn't have a black face, they will laugh and play.

Qing Xuanle even liked to watch them fight, and stopped the old woman's management several times, and finally the old woman acquiesced.

But it's not normal today!

The maids remained motionless, like wax figures, without even blinking their eyes.

She looked at the old woman of the Heavenly Choice again.

Strange, this old woman has a habit on weekdays, that is, her head will shake slightly rhythmically, but today she didn't move at all, it was like the sun coming out of the west.

"Something is wrong!"

Although Qing Xuanle has lost his memory, his innate vigilance is still there.

She jerked to her feet, vigilantly looking around.

Qing Xuanle was calm and terrifying, his pupils burst out with a sharp edge, although he didn't seem to have fought in his memory, but this instinct was difficult to explain.

"Hello, your name is Qing Xuanle, isn't it?"

After examining it for a long time, Qing Xuanle found nothing, and she even suspected that she was dazzled.

But at this moment, in the center of the ink bone flower ten meters ago, a calm and low voice came out.

Airplanes!

At this moment, Qing Xuanle's brain went blank.

She didn't know why, her heart was beating so fast that it almost jumped out of her throat.

It's not fear.

Qing Xuanle was not afraid of death, she didn't even wonder the source of this voice, she was very strange, this was the first time she heard it, but she had a familiar feeling.

Swish!

Qing Xuanle turned his head sharply.

Sure enough, among the flowers of the ink bone flower, there stood a dark and emaciated back.

At this moment, Qing Xuanle was almost suffocated.

That's right!

That's the back.

Dressed in a robe, the back is straight, and the flowers of the ink bone flower are infinitely overlapped, almost identical.

The mystery that has plagued Qing Xuanle for more than a year has finally been revealed.

She understood that her worried back was the one in front of her, at this moment, Qing Xuanle suddenly had a clear idea, and the whole person seemed to have unloaded a burden of 100,000 catties.

"It's good that he's alive!"

Then, a sentence popped up in Qing Xuanle's mind for no reason, and then everything disappeared, like a fragment in an illusion.

At this time, Qing Xuanle looked at the ink bone flower again, and it seemed that he had lost his previous obsession.

"Who are you?"

"What a bold man, he dared to come to the Jichi Holy Land!"

Finally, Qing Xuanle calmed down.

Although countless thoughts flashed in her mind, she was still the Holy Maiden of the Jichi Holy Land, and she knew that there were many enemies in the Jichi Holy Land.

"You...... Want to apprentice?"

Suddenly, Zhao Chu slowly turned his head.

He looked at Qing Xuanle calmly, looking at this strange Qing Xuanle who had been relived for a lifetime.

Zhao Chu really couldn't find any reason to face her again.

"Apprenticeship?"

"I have a master, and my master is the Holy Venerable of the Jichi Holy Land, and he is very powerful. ”

"Also, you'd better not be presumptuous, otherwise if I crush this token, my master will come to save me, his old man is a powerhouse in the Yuan Realm in half a step, you leave quickly, I'll treat you as if you haven't come!"

Qing Xuanle held a pitch-black elixir in his palm, calmly threatening Zhao Chu.

However, Zhao Chu smiled calmly like this, and a sentence was written on that expression: I watched you pinch.

Three minutes later, the two were still deadlocked.

"You go quickly, I'm really going to pinch. ”

Finally, Qing Xuanle collapsed.

She couldn't understand at all that she was moved by compassion and was unwilling to let Shizun kill this young man.

Qing Xuanle couldn't understand his actions at all.

"I'm better than Yu Luoen, and I'm qualified to be your master!"

"With your qualifications, you shouldn't still stay in the Yuanying Realm!"

"You...... Want to be free?"

Zhao Chu asked rhetorically.

"Hmph, how old are you, how can you be more powerful than my master. ”

"Besides, I have a noble status in the Jichi Holy Land, I can do whatever I want, I am very free, and I don't need you to meddle in my affairs. ”

Qing Xuanle retorted.

"No!"

"You're not free!"

"True freedom is not about doing whatever you want. It's that if you don't want to do something, you don't have to do it. No one, nothing can force you. ”

"You want to leave the Jichi Holy Land, you can't. You want to get out of the shadow of Yuluen, you can't. You even know you're going to marry someone you don't like, and you still can't argue with it. ”

"So, do you still feel like you're free?"

Zhao Chu continued to ask calmly.

"Hmph, you're a bully. ”

Qing Xuanle was speechless when asked.

She seems to be the freest person in the Jichi Holy Land, but in fact, she is an invisible cage on her body.

"Apprentice, you are a free bird, Yu Luoen is not worthy of cutting off your wings, I want you to fly again. ”

Zhao Chu didn't say much.

With a flick of his sleeves, he directly used the power of divine thoughts to break through the meridian blockages in Qing Xuanle's body, causing her to break through on the spot.

"Ah, what are you doing? I broke through. ”

Qing Xuanle jumped on the spot, his face full of surprise.

The Holy Venerable had asserted that it would be difficult for her to break through, in fact, she could take the pills of the Jichi Holy Land at will, but she was really stupid in qualifications, inferior to the maid, and Qing Xuanle was even disheartened herself.

But who knew that today's breakthrough was so understated.

It's nothing short of a miracle.

'Qing Xuanle, although I can't help you recover your memory, I will help you break through the cage here, this is the debt owed to you by the Northern Realm, and it is also the ...... I owe you'

Seeing Qing Xuanle cheering, Zhao Chu smiled heartily.

The person in front of him is really completely different from Qing Xuanle.