It is said that when a person dies, his memory will replay everything related to it and is thought-provoking.

But Zhao Yang's memory...

Zhao Yang was a sword immortal in his previous life.

Sword Immortal?

Isn't it a sword servant?

The scene after scene after scenes that happened after coming to this underground palace began to be reflected in front of me.

Songjiang angrily killed the dragon.

Witness Lin Yu and Ye Fan’s battle.

Tiannan kills the evil god.

The moment of star fall brought by Shen Bing.

The ups and downs when I met my parents.

Get the news of Li Lan's death.

Witness the rise of the Qin Dynasty.

Get the joy of the second heart.

Ask the female corpse why she is persistent.

When facing the Thunder Dragon, the anger of the complete plan failed.

Get the ecstasy when playing.

The first time I was reborn, I had a call with my mother.

Going forward...

Memory, a dividing line appears here.

On the left is Zhao Yang's student days backwards. Although it has been a hundred years, it is still confirmed that it is his experience.

On the right side, in a trance, he seemed to have returned to the head of Qingming City again. In front of him was the duel between Qingming City Lord and Fu Tuzi. During the duel, the city lord shouted softly: Chunyang.

forward!

Seeing the Lord of Qingming City holding the immortal sword, he waved it casually, and the inner demon immediately slashed.

forward!

Wipe the fairy sword every day and follow the Lord of Qingming City, like a silent shadow.

forward!

The bitterness in my heart when the Lord of Qingming City pointed out the way ahead.

forward!

When chatting with someone in the city, the other party showed a shocked expression when he was missing basic knowledge.

forward!

Holding the sword in both hands, in front of him was the expression of appreciation of the Lord of Qingming City.

forward!

forward!

Go forward again!

In front... a fog blocked the front, blocking Zhao Yang's memory.

Can't remember anymore?

Is it really impossible to continue?

A trace of evil fire emerged in his heart, and suddenly, a sword shadow rose from Zhao Yang's heart.

cut!!!

The sword light illuminates the moon shadow and grows.

Under the moonlight, a vague figure blocked Hui Jian. With a flash of his finger, the Heart Sword turned into invisible.

"Do you really want to know?"

The blurred figure did not move at all, but her voice sounded in Zhao Yang's heart.

Really...want to know?

Zhao Yang did not answer, but Hui Jian once again appeared before the fog.

Seeing Zhao Yang's insistence, the blurred figure did not continue to stop him, but just waved back gently.

The next moment, the fog dissipates.

"You...see."

The confused figure's voice stopped here, and the figure gradually turned into nothingness.

These... Zhao Yang doesn't care!!!

Before his eyes, as the fog dissipated, his two memories began to merge...

The second part, the slightly illusory memory, gradually transformed into the first part.

In high school, because of a momentary intent, I couldn't stand others being bullied and fought with gangsters outside the school.

fast forward!

junior high school....

fast forward!

primary school....

Fast forward! Fast forward! Fast forward again!!!

Until the cry of the baby falling to the ground sounded, and then I went forward, and I still had memories that I had never finished reading.

Going further...what is it?

The last one.

He looked at him deeply and saw his father who was holding him and laughing, as well as his mother who was sweating and pale on the hospital bed.

forward!!!

Sizzling...

A blue light, and a blue planet in front of it.

"Hey, you go..."

Lord Qingming City waved his sleeves.

"Chuyang, have you really decided? It's not easy to become an immortal in the sword weapon. After thousands of struggles, how many generations of blessings have been spent, now we have received your current Taoist fruit."

The persuasion of the Lord of Qingming City.

"Chuyang, you have cultivated into a spiritual body and become an immortal with your sword body. I can't help you in the future..."

The regret of the Lord of Qingming City.

"Is this the true spirit of the Pure Yang Immortal Sword? It's the same as the real one!"

In the Qingling Immortal Realm, the smile appeared on the pretty faces of the Golden Immortals.

"Chongyang, Chunyang, we're here to play with you."

Several young disciples from the big sect looked at their direction, their eyes full of joy.

"Well? Chunyang, you have transformed?... It's okay. From now on, you can take yourself and follow me."

The Lord of Qingming City looked surprised, and seemed to see what surprised her... Genius Dibao?

campaign!

Practice sword!

campaign!

Practice sword!

campaign!

"Huh? Chunyang, you will... respond to me?"

In the picture.....The Lord of Qingming....The Girl Version?

The picture has been broken since then, and there has been no future.

“Have you seen enough?”

In my memory, the phantom appeared again, but this time, it really revealed the sky-blue robe of the Lord of Qingming City, and the pair of eyes that made people feel dazzling when they saw it.
To be continued...