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The young man's name was Yao Qing, an old friend of Feng Ling Jue.

"Young master, please drink."

Yao Qing poured a cup of wine for Feng Ling Jue and stood to the side. He stood very straight, and didn't dare to step over.

"There's no need to be so reserved. Just sit down, I just want to chat with you."

Feng Lingjue smiled faintly.

Only then did Yao Qing dare to sit down, and looked at Feng Lingjue with a hesitant expression.

"Is there anything you want to ask?"

Feng Ling Jue said.

"Rumor has it that thirty thousand years ago, when Young Master died in the battle of Yao Chi, Yao Qing had always thought that Young Master had already …"

Yao Qing lowered his head and said timidly.

"About this."

Feng Lingjue smiled and said, "Thirty thousand years ago, I did indeed suffer some injuries, but fortunately, I was able to retrieve my life."

"This is great."

Yao Qing laughed emotionally, the current him was still the same as before, he looked extremely handsome and elegant.

"Have you lived in this town for the past 30,000 years?"

Feng Lingju looked around. The teahouse was not big, so its layout was simple.

Yao Qing shook his head, "Mortals don't have a long lifespan, so I will only stay in one place for around twenty years, and then move to other places."

"Is that so? I forgot about that. "

Feng Ling Jue took a sip of wine and laughed, "Seeing that you're living such a carefree and carefree life here, I don't know if it's time to let you return to your Devil Domain."

"This time, is Young Master bringing me back to the Devil Domain?"

Yao Qing looked worried and unwilling.

Feng Lingju said, "What? Is there anything you can't give up? This teahouse? "

"Young master, Yao Qing doesn't want to go back."

Yao Qing lowered his head.

"Do you know that the mortal world is dangerous?"

Feng Lingju gently lifted his wine cup, took a sip, and said slowly.

"Got it."

Yao Qing suddenly raised his head, his eyes was firm and serious, "However, I still want to stay here."

Feng Ling Jue looked around, "Just what made you insist like that?"

"This …"

Yao Qing's face suddenly flushed red. Her eyes flickered, and she did not dare to look Feng Lingjue in the eye.

"Yao Qing, I'm back."

A familiar and cold voice rang out, and Feng Lingjue hurriedly headed towards the voice — — door. Looking over, he saw a man wearing a white robe with blue edges walking in, and he was born with a face as warm as jade. That face, directly rushed into Feng Lingju's eyes, he was shocked.

"Young Master, I'll explain it to you later."

Yao Qing stood up, awkwardly bowed towards Feng Lingjue, and then walked towards that man.

"Eh, do you know this customer?"

the man asked Yao Qing.

"Yes, he's my savior from the past."

Yao Qing hesitated for a moment, before nodding.

"Is that so? I would like to thank him properly. "

As he spoke, the man walked towards Feng Lingjue.

Yao Qing pulled him back, "Young Master enjoys peace and quiet, I have something to discuss with Young Master, don't come and disturb me first."

"Oh, okay."

The man looked at Feng Lingju, and then turned around and entered the room without asking any more questions.

Yao Qing felt a sense of relief.

"Yao Qing, why is he here?"

He had also heard from Luo Qingdeng that since the last battle, this man had already disappeared. He did not expect that he would coincidentally meet him here.

"Young master, don't worry. His spiritual sense was severely damaged, and he can't remember anything from the past."

Yao Qing immediately explained, afraid that Feng Ling Jue would make his move.

Feng Ling Jue helplessly took a deep breath, and rubbed between his brows, "Even if that's the case, what if he remembers?"

He did not say that he was Yao Qing. If something were to happen, it would be troublesome.

"Young master …"

Yao Qing wanted to say something, but Feng Ling Jue stood up, "Alright, since you've already decided, then I won't force you."

He took out a lotus shaped jade pendant from his waist and placed it on the table. "If anything happens, crush this jade pendant and someone will come to save you."

"Thank you, Young Master."

Yao Qing clenched his teeth.

"You must know that no matter what path you choose, you must continue on it."

Feng Ling Jue shot a glance at Yao Qing before turning around and leaving.

The moment he stepped out of the room, he slowly closed his eyes and muttered, "What a fool."

When Feng Ling Jue said these words, how could he not have thought that he was actually also an absolute fool?

Back then, he had only glanced at him once at the Grandmaster Taiqing. Those eyes, that gaze, that appearance, there were no changes at all. As a result, he excitedly threw down all his Demonic Cult and carried all his Heaven and Earth Bead onto the Mount Kunlun.

Now that he thought about it, he really did feel that he was hopelessly stupid.

Feng Ling Jue found a small tavern and ordered a few jugs of wine. Looking at the glazed lamp outside, the light flickered and dimmed.

He smiled and drank all the wine in the pot with his head raised.

Mount Kunlun

Book Pavilion

While Shen Qingchen was organizing the books, Wen Lan helped him out from the side.

"Deputy Sect Leader hasn't come back yet?"

Shen Qingchen asked.

Wen Lan stared blankly for a moment, then nodded his head, "Mn, the spirit tablet hasn't been destroyed, which only proves that the Deputy Sect Leader is safe."

After pausing for a moment, Wen Lan continued, "The disciples below the mountain have also been looking for them."

"Yes." Shen Qingchen replied lightly.

"Eldest Brother, leave this place to me. The succession ceremony is coming soon, so you shouldn't be so tired."

Wen Lan put away the book and looked at Shen Qingchen.

"It's alright, I was just too idle."

The candlelight flickered slightly as he suddenly raised his head. Looking at the surrounding books, which had become much more ancient, he faintly said, "Furthermore, I have a feeling that there was something going on here before."

"That's true."

Wen Lan laughed, "Junior Martial Brother Ling had once been punished by you, so you went to the library to clean it, right? In the blink of an eye, so long has passed. I wonder how Junior Martial Brother Ling is doing now. "

Hearing this, Shen Qingchen's face slightly turned cold. Feng Ling Jue's true identity did not let the disciples of Mount Kunlun, nor anyone else know about it.

However, Shen Qingchen knew, knew Feng Lingjue's true identity.

"Is there such a thing? I can't remember. "

Shen Qingchen said indifferently.

Wen Lan was startled. All these years, Shen Qingchen had never taken the initiative to mention Feng Ling Jue. Furthermore, Feng Ling Jue had saved him time and time again, so it was impossible for him to just forget about it, right?

Could it really be a change in times?

Wen Lan couldn't understand.

— — The content is from [Mick Read]