I am the real person of Yuding

Chapter 242 I Don't Remember Anything

"You're the one who asked me to stand on the bridge and wait for my teacher to come to you?"

Qingyu stepped onto the Naihe Bridge, and Yang Jian bowed down to Qingyu with a solemn heart.

"Master, the disciple is wrong."

Originally, when he saw the sapphire at the first sight, he could not wait to rush forward to meet her, but he still stopped in his tracks.

Because Po Meng said, this is the rule of Huangquan.

Yang Jian has never followed the rules, okay, but he is afraid, the master is here, if he breaks the rules here, won't he cause trouble for the master again?
So, he stood on the bridge and waited, a little heavy was hidden under his slender figure. Although his appearance didn't change much, Yang Jian seemed to be able to feel the fatigue of the old man on the shoulders of the people nearby.

Gently placed Yang Jian's arm with one hand, and helped him up: "You don't need to be polite, what's the matter with you standing here waiting to be your teacher?"

Qingyu turned to face Wangchuan, and the ghost beside her walked by her, this feeling was really uncomfortable, the surrounding was icy, as cold as the water of Wangchuan under her body.

"Master, this disciple is here to ask for his resignation."

That sound was obviously gentle, but it still shocked Qingyu's heart. Fortunately, she was carrying Yang Jian behind her back, so he couldn't see her expression.

Obviously, she hoped that he would leave and follow the track he should have been on, but the moment he proposed to leave, she was dazed.

"Where do you want to go?"

"Huiguan Jiangkou." That was his first home.

"The decree, have you accepted it?"

Qingyu was in the human world, and she didn't know the decree of the appointment of Erlang God, but she still guessed that after a hundred years, Yang Jian will be fine, which means that the heaven intends to recruit, and it is just like the original appearance.

"..." He was afraid that she would disappoint him, so he hesitated for a long time, but Yang Jian finally answered: "No."

The so-called Heavenly Court destroyed his two homes. The first home, where the five people enjoyed it happily, was destroyed in the end. The second home, on Yuquan Mountain, was bleak and long...

"If... oh, that's all, you don't want to force yourself as a teacher, you should have your own choice, so that you can look like a man." Qingyu took out an ancient mirror from her arms and handed it to Yang Jian, "This, just treat it as a mirror." Here’s a gift for you as a teacher.”

Yang Jian stared blankly at the ancient mirror in front of him, it was Wu Wang that he had transformed into. In the world, he was afraid that the mortal master would be affected by the mirror, so he changed into a fake one and put it beside her.

She didn't see it!

Yes, her catastrophe has not yet passed.

Yang Jian reached out to take the Wuwang Mirror, and held it carefully in his palm: "Thank you, Master."

He shouldn't accept it, but it's fake, he doesn't want Master to know that he lied to her, so let's take it back first.

"Have you ever thought about going around the Three Realms?"

"I will."

"I heard that the scenery near Meishan is good. You can go and see if it is true for the teacher. When I go back, tell me."

Qingyu really doesn't know much about mythology, but she still vaguely remembers that Erlang God Yang Jian seems to have friendship with a few little demons in Meishan, and she doesn't know if she is talking too much, should she?
"Okay, I promise Master, I will go and see for Master first."

"Well, I should go, you should go back earlier."

Turning around, Tsing Yi brushes past Xuan Yi.

"Master—"

"Ok?"

"Master, the wind is blowing, when will it stop?"

Yang Jian looked at Qingyu's back, he didn't know if she still remembered, did she remember that in one life, there was a person named Fengzhi?
"The wind never stops. There will always be wind where you can't see it." Qingyu smiled back, and at the same time, a Bianhua flower faintly floated to the bridge and fell into Yang Jian's hands...

Yang Jian watched Qingyu enter Meng Po Tang, watched her drink Meng Po soup, and jumped into the reincarnation path. Perhaps, no one in this world would know except him. On the day Feng Zhi left, Ye Jinchuan clearly saw, The leaves on the tree are still.

Meishan?

Yang Jian muttered, what kind of place is that, can she miss it?

It wasn't until Yang Jian went to Meishan that he realized that there was nothing special about that mountain, but there was a fate that belonged to him hidden there.

It turned out that she had been planning for herself...

"Hey, little girl, what are you looking at?"

On the side of the road, squatting a dirty little girl, if you look carefully, you will find that the little girl has a beautiful face, and her eyebrows and eyes are not like ordinary people.

A middle-aged man walked up to her and felt that this little girl was very unique. Other little beggars or vagrants mostly knelt down on the ground and kowtowed to passers-by, begging for sympathy in order to get food or coins.

But she was just sitting under the tree, raising her head, basking in the sun, staring blankly at the leaves swaying in the wind.

"Look at the world."

"Looking at the world? Heh." The man shook his head, sneered, and left without looking back.

"Yeah, I want to find out..." the little girl smiled softly.

In this life, she wanders alone, alone, likes to search for herbs in the mountains and forests, and she will never forget what she has learned in each life. In this life, she wants to take that path—medicine.

She wanted to try to be pure, to be like the people she had met.

"Young master, you are different from other people on the street."

On the street, a young man in his twenties passed by her. She faintly felt that there was a "qi" in that young man that was different from ordinary people, and she couldn't help it, so she blurted out.

"Oh? Tell me, what's different?" The young man stopped in his tracks, turned around and asked with a smile, did this child see his identity?It's kind of interesting.

"It can be seen that you are very rich." She carefully looked at the person in front of her, her words and deeds, her manners were extraordinary, she couldn't... some immortal friend came down to hang out, or just have a meal?
"Hahaha..." The young master stretched out his hand to his waist, with a slight embarrassment on his face: "Little girl, you really guessed wrong, at least today, I have no money."

She bowed her head and smiled, turned around and wanted to leave, that's all, it seemed that all these thoughts were in vain.

"Little girl, where is your home? May I see you off?" The young master thinks this little girl is quite interesting, but he can discuss it with her parents and bring her back.

"Home is everywhere." The girl replied nonchalantly.

"The world is home?" It turned out to be an orphan, and the young master sighed in his heart: "If you have nowhere to go, would you like to follow me and be my little servant?"

She suddenly stopped in her tracks. She remembered that there was also a person who took her back to be a servant in the past. Unfortunately, in that life, she was blind!
"See you again by fate, son. My home is not without a home. My home is the world." She smiled. In this life, she only wanted to pursue that purity.

"Oh, what a big breath!" The young master smiled, took off the jade ornament and blue bird around his waist, and stuffed it into her palm: "If one day I'm hungry, I can have a full meal for you, and please help me see more For a while the world."

She looked at the piece of jade in her palm, and she understood in her heart, how many people are there in this world who dare to talk nonsense?
(End of this chapter)