The First Beastmaster of the Nine Realms

Chapter 193 So Blessed Jian Baisan
With a blank mind, Jian Baisan walked towards Yizhuang almost at the same time, and the four people behind him followed with a blank mind.

It was so shocking that the little girl who brought it back forgot.

How come it's so good, that in two nights, Jian Baisan confessed to a murderous ghost?

Fortunately, she didn't respond to the farce just now, and she still slept soundly.

"Taoist." Leng Lianchi floated beside Jian Baisan, and called her with a smile, "Taoist?"

Jian Baisan couldn't react.

Until Leng Lianchi's face deliberately moved closer to her—the side that was full of scars and described as terrifying.

It's a pity that for Jian Baisan now, the smile on his normal half face is much scarier than this half face.As soon as she saw it, she remembered what she had seen, the murder scene in Leng Lianchi.

What a lonely head, what a bloody heart...

Therefore, Jian Baisan breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the unfamiliar half of his face approaching him.

Leng Lianchi's doubts in his heart instantly added another layer.

Faced with such a disgusting half of his face, he actually relaxed?

Jian Baisan said stiffly, "What's wrong?"

"...Nothing." Leng Lianchi stepped back and said softly, "I could have thought that I would lose some memories... but I never thought that I would forget the face of my Taoist companion."

His men backed away, but their eyes were still tightly fixed on Jian Baisan.

Behind Gao Manzheng and Liu Jingyun watched the ghost put his head in front of Jian Baisan, and Jian Baisan also stood still and did not hide.

From behind, it looked as if the two had just kissed.

Why is it really, a couple! ! ! ! ! !
Liu Jingyun hurriedly covered Xiaobi's eyes, Zhongqi blushed and turned his head away.

Gao Manzheng has calmed down first, and even reversed his mentality, secretly evaluating this "brother-in-law" in his heart.

The ability is acceptable, but she looks a little too feminine and too bloodthirsty - can this be a good match?
In the distance, the eyes under the long black hair seemed to pass over Gao Manzheng's face.

Gao Manzheng's body shook again, and he lost all thoughts.

... Yizhuang has arrived.

After a period of turmoil, several people with ugly faces stood at the door of the inner hall again.

Jian Baisan asked Leng Lianchi: "You just said, can you think that you will lose some memories?"

Jian Baisan could guess that the soul of Leng Lianchi could last for such a long time, it must be because the soul of the Nascent Soul cultivator is very strong, and in addition, there is no spiritual power flow in the Great Barren State, so his soul will not dissipate so much fast.

But what happens when the soul separates from the body is completely out of Jian Baisan's understanding.

How to completely restore to the original state can only be asked by himself.

Leng Lianchi stood in front of the coffin, looking at the fleshy body that was almost covered with glutinous rice.

After a while, he opened his mouth.

"In the soul without physical restraint, the monk's memory...is a handful of salt held in his own hand."

"Before the heavy rain that will eventually come, you can also choose to let go."

Jian Baisan frowned: "You mean..."

Leng Lianchi interrupted her: "Taoist, don't you plan to help me pull out the mahogany nails on your body?"

"Until I unplug that... I can't go back."

When he opened his eyes, Jian Baisan stretched out his arms to help him, but Leng Lianchi paused.

Not much else.

It was because he finally sensed the condition of his body.

Because of the junior seal, this beautiful skin is already riddled with holes as expected.

In the future, he knows that if he still wants to live, he can only come to the Great Barren State where there is no aura.

So now, if he returns to an area with abundant spiritual power, and the junior Ye seal is activated, he will die.

The finger is empty, without any storage ring.He didn't know what he did later, the only thing he knew was that his future self was already at the end of his rope.

If there were no accidents, he would never be able to get out of this land without spiritual power.

But...but, by chance, there was a hand in front of him, as if it could save him.

Those chaotic and repressed memories came clearly like a tidal wave.

A desperate hand.

He thought of the hand that lifted him up when his mother was seriously ill, when he held the piano and knelt and played it all night at the gate of Hualou.

It was the hand of the bustard.

"You go to play in Yu Niang's room. Every night, no matter what you see or hear, you are not allowed to stop for a moment. Even if she is dead, you are not allowed to stop. Do you hear me?"

She critically examined his thin body and deliberately darkened face, and finally gestured disinterestedly.

"One month, this number."

Three spirit stones are very little, but ten spirit stones can buy enough herbs for him... This is the price that can save his mother's life.

Later, it was his mother who stroked his hand with scarred fingers.

Her tears dripped down, piercingly painful.

"Mother has been healed a long time ago. You listen to mother, mother begged your second brother, he promised me to ask your elder brother to take you to practice... cultivation, yes, to be a monk, to live a life like your father, no one will If you dare to bully you, no one dares to bully our Chi'er..."

His lips trembled slightly, looking at the scar on his mother's thin collar, he didn't dare to ask how she begged the second son of the direct line, he also knew that his mother would not allow him to ask.

And then, it was the elder brother who threw him a book of exercises after meeting him.

Yes……

It was the hand of a Buddhist monk who painted the Dasanye seal on his back and recognized his status as a Buddhist.

Every hand that reaches out pulls him out of the mud, leading to a deeper hell.

What about this time?
Seeing his hesitation, Jian Baisan drew back his hand, ready to retreat, but Leng Lianchi seemed to react suddenly, and grabbed Jian Baisan's forearm with great strength.

He smiled at Jian Baisan and said, "Don't go."

Anyway, he was already in hell.

Jian Baisan glanced at his expression, and said concisely: "Don't go."

When Liu Jingyun and the others saw Leng Lianchi standing up, they were so shocked that they couldn't close their mouths.

Only Gao Manzheng thought dizzily, growing into such a monstrosity in his arms... Even if he is bloodthirsty, Jian Xiaoyou will make a lot of money!
Little friend Jane is lucky!

……

In the courtyard.

"By the way, Sovereign Leng," Jian Baisan changed her title, ignoring the frightened winks from the four people around her, and said unconsciously, "Since I confirm that we and you are safe, let's take our leave first. We We're leaving this morning."

Leng Lianchi clasped his hands together and said softly, "You guys... leave this morning?"

You two words, he deliberately bites heavily.

Gao Manzheng's eyes were about to cramp, and he felt that the surrounding atmosphere was very dangerous, and his hairs stood on end.

"Yes." After a few days of delay, the anxiety rushed into her heart again, and Jian Baisan spoke more bluntly, "I have family matters to deal with, so I can't waste any more time."

But this is the only monk he can get in touch with now, who may not be malicious to him, who can recover his spiritual power, and who is familiar with him.

If he wanted to change, he had to follow her.

Leng Lianchi said: "Your family affairs...isn't it my family affairs?"

"Sovereign Leng, to be honest, you and I are not Taoist companions." Jian Baisan hastily moved his eyes away from Leng Lianchi's face, "It was just... an expedient measure."

Leng Lianchi looked at her steadfastly, and then smiled: "But you were the one who tried to prove that you and I are Taoist couples, and I believed it, and now you say no."

He had already seen that Jian Baisan was not good at words.

"Why do you say good and bad things all by yourself? Could it be that you don't want me anymore because I lost my memory?"

Jian Baisan thought that this was really the case, and was tongue-tied.

"What's more," Leng Lianchi said aggrievedly, "Even if I have no spiritual power now, I will do something else."

Jian Baisan: "What?"

"Chanting scriptures can be super-duper, playing the piano and playing chess is okay. I can treat some minor illnesses and recognize some medicinal materials."

Coincidentally, Jian Baisan doesn't know all of the above.

Jian Baisan: "..."

After hearing this, Jian Baisan finally understood that the suzerain who had lost some memories wanted to follow her.

"You...you can come with me if you want, but you don't need any of these." Jian Baisan said.

Leng Lianchi's eyes narrowed slightly, a glint of coldness flashed in his eyes, but he said on his mouth: "If a Taoist couple is also good at this kind of way...then drawing eyebrows and buns, doing laundry and cooking, smoking quilts and warming the bed, it must be the most important thing. Taoist companions are also needed."

Jian Baisan said: "No, there's no need for these...I only have one thing I hope you can promise me."

Leng Lianchi smiled and said: "You say."

Jian Baisan's face was blank: "...you can't kill me after you recover your memory."

Leng Lianchi smiled and said: "The Taoist couple is joking. How is this possible?"

Jian Baisan turned a deaf ear, and said again: "When you have pen and paper, you have to draw a bet."

Leng Lianchi's face froze: "This is...natural."

Jian Baisan was obviously relieved.

Leng Lianchi was even more puzzled.

What does this mean?
There was silence between the two for a while.

In the end, it was Liu Jingyun who broke the silence.

"That..." She looked at Xiwei's sky, "We can go, but... But when we are looking for horses, what if these villagers still stop us and don't let us go?"

Leng Lianchi stretched the folds of her sleeves leisurely, turned her head and said with a smile, "Where are there villagers?"

"What?" Liu Jingyun was taken aback, "The villagers are in the village..."

Her voice weakened, as if she realized something, her eyes became more and more frightened.

Leng Lianchi repeated again: "Where are there villagers?"

"Your horse is hidden in the fourth house on the east side, go and get it."

Walking out of the courtyard gate, it was as quiet as a ghost land, every house's door was wide open, and the ground was full of corpses.

(End of this chapter)