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    After Duan Xi returned to Feiyun Palace, he took his natal sword and practiced sword fighting in the wind and snow.

    I don’t know if he was in a bad mood, but every sword strike carried a murderous aura, and his eyes were full of fierce killing.Even the snowflakes falling from the sky seemed to have a sense of life and were avoiding him.

    He made a lot of noise, and Wen Yu couldn’t even pretend not to hear it.

    Wen Yu finished tempering the elixir in his hand, put it into a box for preservation, and put the remaining elixir back into the storage ring. Then, holding a lantern, he walked up to Duan Xi and said, “What kind of sword practice are you practicing at night? Can you still allow me, uncle, to concentrate on refining the elixir?”

    Duan Xi picked up the sword for a moment, then held up a sword flower and held the sword behind his back.

    He said: “I thought my uncle had already taken a rest and I was disturbing my uncle.”

    Wen Yu waved his hand, “That’s all, just give me a break.”

    He glanced at Duan Xi’s expression and said leisurely: “Unhappy?”

    Duan Xi pursed her lips and said nothing.

    When Wen Yu saw him like this, he knew that he must have something on his mind.He said to Duan Xi: “It’s snowing heavily outside, let’s go in first and then talk.”

    After saying that, he walked back with the lantern, and Duan Xi followed him without saying a word.

    “Tell me, what are you worrying about again?”

    Wen Yu blew out the light in the lantern, and before hanging the lantern on the wall, Duan Xi said in a deep voice: “He has regained his memory.”

    Wen Yu moved for a moment, then hung up the lantern as if nothing had happened.

    He pretended to be casual and said: “If he regained his memory, how come you came back with all your hair and tail?”

    With Wei Lin’s vengeful temperament, it’s not like he would force dual cultivation without arguing with him.

    Looking at Duan Xi’s current appearance, let alone being injured, not even a single hair has fallen out.

    “Perhaps you guessed wrong?”

    Wen Yu concluded this, but Duan Xi shook his head and objected: “There can be no mistake, he has indeed recovered his memory.”

    Wen Yu looked back at him: “How can you be so sure?”

    Duan Xi pursed her lips, “He looks at me differently.”

    A few days ago, Wei Lin’s eyes when he looked at him were still indifferent and happy-go-lucky, but when he looked at Wei Lin for the first time just now, there was nothing in those golden eyes.

    It’s like a cold pool, calm on the surface, but actually undercurrents are surging.

    Wen Yu knew that Duan Xi was always sensitive to changes in emotions. Since he believed that Wei Lin had recovered his memory, he was basically inseparable.

    He rubbed his chin and teased: “If he really recovered his memory, he didn’t kill you and he didn’t ask you to settle the score. It shows that your previous efforts were not in vain.”

    Duan Xi’s eyes slowly lit up.

    Wen Yu continued: “You did go too far. Even if he is moved, with his arrogant character, he will definitely not be able to lose face and admit it, right?”

    Duan Xi’s eyes were already as bright as the morning stars in the night sky, and he murmured: “Uncle Master is right.”

    Wei Lin obviously recovered his memory, so he must have known that he was lying to him when he said he slept with her, but instead of settling the score with him, he continued to pretend to have amnesia. He must have been attracted to him as his uncle said.

    “So, you still have hope.” Wen Yu patted his shoulder, saying nothing.

    Duan Xi was in a bad mood, but was instantly enlightened by Wen Yu.

    He had to think carefully about how to get Wei Lin to open up and tell him about the child.

    Seeing that he had coaxed the person well, Wen Yu secretly nodded at his own wit.He seemed to have remembered something, and then said: “Chang Lan came to tell me today that Wei Lin is recovering well. I am thinking about starting to retreat to refine medicine tomorrow, and Chang Lan will help me.”

    Duan Xi was slightly surprised: “So fast?”

    Wen Yu glanced at him and said, “Have you forgotten that your master will be released from seclusion in the next two months?”

    Why else would he be in such a hurry?Let Duan Xi, a brat, show affection every day, who doesn’t act like a Taoist monk?

    Duan Xi: “…”

    He really forgot about it.

    After the upright master comes out of seclusion, if he finds out what he has done, he will be whipped.

    He turned around silently and asked Wen Yu: “Uncle, do you have the best trauma medicine?”

    Wen Yu said sarcastically: “Now you know you are afraid?”

    He said sarcastic words, but he still felt sorry for Duan Xi and gave Duan Xi all the healing holy items in the storage ring.

    On the other side, Wei Lin was not sleepy at all. He stood up and leaned against the bedside to read his travel notes. Suddenly he felt a chill on his back.

    He frowned strangely, who dared to plot against him behind his back?

    Wei Lin couldn’t think of who it was for a while, so he simply didn’t care.

    After reading for a while, he finally felt sleepy. As soon as he put down the travel notes in his hand, he suddenly smelled an unusual smell.

    Someone is going through the catastrophe.

    His expression suddenly changed. He opened the quilt and put on his shoes. He took his cloak and put it on before heading straight to the window sill. When he opened the window and looked at the sky, the first scene he saw was the extremely familiar Nine Heavens Tribulation Thunder.

    The wind and snow stopped at some point, and the sky in the distance was so dark that even though it was far away, it still made people feel depressed and uncomfortable.

    Judging from the direction of the calamity cloud, it should be the direction of Zhongzhou, and within Zhongzhou, the only person who can reach the level of transcending calamity and ascending is Xing Siming.

    Wei Lin’s fingers holding the window edge slowly tightened, his eyes getting darker and darker.

    In this world of immortality, no one has successfully ascended for tens of thousands of years. If Xing Siming succeeds in ascending, his plan will have lost a key link. Selecting someone with ambition, strategy and strength will be more difficult than overcoming the tribulation and ascending.

    Wei Lin looked solemnly as he watched the heavenly tribulations fall one after another. Until the heavenly tribulation ended, the golden light of the ascended merits did not fall.

    Xing Siming is either dead or has become a loose immortal.

    Wei Lin preferred the latter to believing that Xing Siming was dead.Xing Siming is not a fool. Ascension is too difficult. Instead of giving up his life for a slim hope, it is better to become a loose immortal at the last moment and become the first person in the world of immortality.

    What’s more, Xing Siming’s ambition is not just as simple as attaining enlightenment and ascending to heaven.

    What he wants is the prehistoric ruins.

    Wei Lin curled his lips with contempt and smiled: “If you want it, of course I will grant it to you. I hope you are really smart enough and don’t commit suicide.”

    He closed the window, turned back to his room and turned out the lights.

    The next day, Wei Lin got up very early, but because he slept too late last night, he felt limp and very listless when he woke up.

    When the medicine boy brought the soup, he almost couldn’t drink it.

    Forcing himself to drink the bitter soup, the medicine boy put away the medicine bowl and came back after a while, with a small plate in his hand containing prepared sour plums.

    Wei Lin looked at the sour plums handed to him and asked strangely: “Where did the sour plums come from?”

    The medicine boy said: “The sect owner bought it for me to keep. He said that if Madam feels uncomfortable after drinking the decoction, he would prepare some sour plums for you.”

    Wei Lin: “…”

    Do you think he is a fool just because you want to impress him with a few sour plums?

    He snorted coldly: “I don’t need it.”

    The author has something to say: Uncle Master tricked Duan Xiaoxi into a terrible trap, 2333

    PS: Off topic, I am under too much pressure. I have submitted my resignation to the company. After the handover is completed next month, I will probably start working full time. Xiaojun is going to stand up!O(≧▽≦)O

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