After the awakening of the sick doctor, there are many evil friends

Here, he saw an extremely strange sword mark.

The man squinted his eyes slightly and frowned slightly.

"Wang Jia?"

Fangzhe's fingertips touched this circular arc. Before he could explore the sword meaning, he disappeared on the eaves of the nine-story black tower.

……

When I opened my eyes again, I saw a vast expanse of green grass.

The spring breeze was rippling, gently brushing against my ears. The green grass on the ground danced with the wind, and the flowers looked shy, reserved and unwilling to be overwhelmed by them.

The aroma of fresh green grass hits your nose.

Fang Zhe looked at this scene in silence, looking into the distance for a long time, his brows wrinkled slightly, and the tips of his ears moved slightly.

"There is no sound of running water..."

"You can't raise deer here."

"..."

Suddenly there was a voice, and the smell of blood filled the nose, which was particularly discordant with this scenery.

"What are you talking about? I was beaten stupid by the old monk."

Wang Jia hugged the white sword with both hands, his black clothes rustling, and walked steadily.

As usual, he stretched out his injured hand and spread his palm, revealing a bloody wound with slightly exposed bones.

Fang Zhe looked at him in confusion and said calmly: "Why are you so..."

Why are you such a bad guy?

Wang Jia looked at him fiercely, "Give me some elixirs. There is no spiritual energy in this black tower. It is not easy to recover if you are injured. The spiritual energy on your body is used less. I have almost consumed the elixirs in the battle just now." .”

Fang Zhe didn't say much, just took out three bottles from his sleeve and handed them over.

Wang Jia planned to take it directly with his injured hand, but the red monk opposite him refused to let go, and the two were in a stalemate for several breaths.

Wang Jia originally disliked this person because of his close relationship with his own family. Now he couldn't bear it anymore and asked coldly:
"What do you mean?"

"..." Fang Zhe met her angry eyes and felt baffled, so he explained:
"Come get the other one."

This one was injured.

Wang Jia sighed, his throat moved, and he obediently used his intact hand to take the pill.I ate one without saying anything.

The hideous wound on his hand healed instantly.

"Susu's flesh and blood elixir is really well made." Wang Jia commented proudly. The next moment he seemed to realize something and stared at Fang Zhe with his eyes wide open.

"How come you have Susu's Blood and Flesh Pill??? She gave it to you?!"

Fang Zhe felt that he was even more confused now, so he simply shook his sleeves.A pile of glass bottles and small wooden boxes fell from between his sleeves.

The piles are like hills.

The red monk said calmly: "With so much, I can't steal it."

"..."

Wang Jia himself also had a lot of pills given by Su Su, but he felt awkward!
He used to pretend to be Dong Yiyi!Su Su Zaizai had a little senior sister behind her to deliver pills, and the two of them could still sleep under the same quilt.

Why do you have so many now? ? !
Without saying a word, the sword cultivator in black swung his sleeves, took away most of the pills on the ground, and walked forward without looking back.

"This is the ninth floor of the Black Tower, but it's strange. After I came in, I didn't find any other living things here except wood and stone."

"If we want to find Susu, we need to go all the way down. We may not know which floor we will meet Susu on."

Wang Jia held the sword in his hand and stepped on a certain stone with his feet from time to time to observe whether there was a formation.

Fang Zhe stayed behind and took a deep breath. He waved his long sleeves and put away the remaining elixir.

He walked slowly to Wang Jia and stared at him closely.

Wang Jia felt something and turned back to look at him.He met a pair of deep, dark eyes, filled with resentment.

"..."

The black-clothed sword cultivator paused in his steps, tightened his palm on the hilt of the Zhenxuan sword, and prepared to strike.

Fang Zhe noticed his murderous intent but turned around silently, saying calmly: "You are not cultivated enough."

Your cultivation level is too low to fight me.

This time it was Wang Jia's turn to let out a long sigh. "Forget it, there's no point in arguing with you now. Let's go, find the entrance quickly, it's important to see Su Su."

"Ah."

The two of them now walked side by side, without any sense of tit-for-tat, and their walking speed was a little faster.

The wind blew from afar, directly facing the two of them, soft and warm.

The two of them walked in the direction of the wind in tacit agreement.

"Fang Zhe." The black-clothed swordsman kept walking and suddenly asked.

"Have you ever felt that your previous memories seemed different?"

He has always felt that his Wu Jian sword skills have improved recently, and the sword that slashed the black tower before was also an epiphany.

Wang Jia even recalled from time to time...the carefree life he lived in Wujian Cult when he was a boy? ? ?

But at that time, I knew that I was either lying on the wall of another sect or hiding in a nearby tree every day. I was also unlucky. When the weather was unpredictable, my clothes were soaked by the rain, but I still guarded the eaves, just for the sake of it. Watch the people below practicing their swordsmanship.

I clearly am... not familiar with Fang Zhe.

"Did you ever go back and complain to you because your junior brother lost a fight with me? So in order to vent his anger, you greased the roof where I often lay down?"

"..."

Fang Zhe refused to comment, he had indeed done this.

"I thought it was because my consciousness was cured not long ago, so my memory was somewhat confused."

The red-clothed monk squinted his eyes slightly, with a mixture of light and dark in his eyes, and a scene different from the green and beautiful scenery appeared in front of his eyes.

"Have I ever taught you the 36 Tiangang poses?"

Wang Jia shook his head very definitely, "No, this sword technique is considered to be the top among the Wujian sword techniques in your sect. I only realized it after observing it myself for 20 years."

As soon as these words came out, both of them realized something at the same time and couldn't help but look serious.

"Someone disturbed our memory?" Wang Jia said.

"It still changed both you and me at the same time."

"..."

This is no small matter.

There are only a handful of ways in the world that can change a monk's memory, either by directly entering the opponent's sea of ​​consciousness and forcibly modifying a certain memory.Either it is an illusion or a dream, allowing the monk to create an extra memory out of thin air.Furthermore, it is to use the talisman technique to perform the technique of swapping.

but……

They are two people, not to mention one is Nascent Soul and the other is Transformation God. Who in this world can easily touch their memories.

Fang Zhe's original sea of ​​consciousness was shattered. It would have been all if someone really had the power to transform into gods. But Wang Jia was not. His sea of ​​consciousness was tightly closed from beginning to end.

That is to say...

"Is it Him?" The swordsman in black asked uncertainly.

"possible."

He refers to God.But there is no true god in the world of cultivation, He is the way of heaven.

After realizing that they might be targeted by Tiandao, both of them chose to keep silent about the matter.

It's been half a stick of incense.

The two finally reached the end of the ninth floor of the black tower, and a long wind howled out.

These are two stone wells that are extremely abrupt on the ground.Its exquisite patterns inevitably remind people of the carved stone wells inlaid with gold of wealthy people in Zhongdu.

"One person per person, guess the game, win on the left, lose on the right." Wang Jia was the first to suggest.

Fang Zhe naturally had no objection and slightly nodded, "Okay."

They both reached out their hands at the same time.

Just when he was about to guess the game, Wang Jia suddenly jumped into the well on the left without leaving any news.

"..."

Fang Zhe's throat moved, but he didn't say anything after all. He retracted his hand and calmly stepped into the black well on the right.

He knew...this Wang Jiaduo had a strange temper for many years.

How could the young boy in my memory be him!
Fang Zhe didn't finish his sentence. There seemed to be a voice in his heart telling him that in his extra memory, the person who learned swordsmanship from him was... a junior medical cultivator.