"Who is this person? What's his name?"

"I should remember..."

"But why can't I remember?"

"Why can't you remember it?"

"Sun Yi" was crazy and murmured and thought in pain.

He covered his forehead with both hands, grabbed his scalp, and tugged it hard until he scratched his head and bleeded his face, but he still felt puzzled.

After a moment, he slowly stopped.

A trace of cold determination flashed in his eyes.

He dipped his fingers in his blood and drew a trembling pattern on his forehead.

The formation pattern is evil and bright red, and has an unconventional formation, but a demon pattern of the Demon Sect.

After the magic pattern was formed, it seemed to come alive, sucking Sun Yi's blood and spiritual thoughts.

Sun Yi gritted his teeth, his blood and energy gradually weakened, but his thoughts gradually became clear.

The fog shrouded in memory gradually dissipated.

He finally remembered something.

"There is another...little apprentice..."

"Little apprentice..."

"What's the name?"

"Sun Yi" looked painful, as if he was being punished. Finally, he remembered it bit by bit:

"ink……"

"Ink...paint!"

Ink painting!

"Sun Yi"'s eyes were first excited, then confused.

"Why?"

"Hide this name so deeply?"

"Who is this boy?"

A smiling face appeared in Sun Yi's memory.

This is the smiling face of a young monk in his teenage years old.

Innocence, but kind and cute.

At the same time, his understanding of ink painting gradually became clearer.

"The seventh level of Qi refining, first-grade formation master, foundation-building consciousness..."

"Sun Yi"'s heart trembled.

Foundation-building consciousness?

I see……

"The talent is so terrifying, no wonder I have to hide it..."

"Sun Yi" sneered, and as he smiled, his smile gradually disappeared.

"What am I thinking just now?"

"Who erased my memory?"

"Sun Yi" was slightly angry, endured the severe pain of the sea of ​​consciousness, and searched for the truth he had just forgotten.

Once again, he remembered the name of Mo Hua.

Then again, I saw Mo Hua's smiling face.

My understanding of ink painting has become more and more clear.

"The seventh level of Qi refining, foundation-building consciousness..."

Before he could react, this memory was stuck and lost again.

"Sun Yi"'s eyes were cold.

He actually hid this child so deeply...

Junior brother, what exactly are you going to do?

He thought about it again and remembered it again.

"The seventh level of Qi refining, foundation-building consciousness..."

But I didn't expect that memories would be erased here.

Every time it is erased, the memory fades a little, and every time it fades a little, the memory fades a little bit.

After countless times, there were only two vague concepts of "seventh level of Qi refining, foundation building..."

"The seventh level of Qi refining, the foundation has not been built yet..."

"Sun Yi" nodded.

Then I thought, isn’t this nonsense?

The seventh level of Qi refining is naturally not yet established.

But when he thought about it carefully, he was hazy and could not think of anything.

"Is he a little apprentice who makes up the numbers?"

Sun Yi murmured.

He simply stopped caring about it, just remembering Mr. Zhuang, Mr. Kuang, and the Bai brother and sister, and then nodded.

Sun Yi took off his coat and wiped the blood on his face and body.

Then he pulled off the dirty Taoist robe from the dead Sun Ji and put it on himself.

"It's fit now."

Sun Ji is tall and thin, while Sun Yi is of medium size and slightly fat.

The Taoist robe was just right on him.

"Sun Yi" pushed open the door again, and it was dark and he walked out alone.

When the disciples of the Sun family saw him, they were stunned.

Because he was wearing an old Taoist robe, he looked very weird.

A disciple greeted Sun Yi, but he looked at him as if he had not seen him or heard him, and still walked outwards with his own steps deep and shallow.

Sun Yi has been out of the Sun family's gate.

Then he walked along the main road of Qianjia Town without turning his head to the distance and disappeared at the end of the vast mountain peak.

This is the last time a disciple of the Sun family met their head.

Lingnong in Dongshan Village also rumored that Sun Yi, the head of the Sun family, limped away in a dead Taoist robe, as if he had been caught by something.

Most people speculated that Sun Yi violated the ancestral teachings and was punished by the ancestor of the Sun family who went to the underworld.

Sun Yi never came back since then.

No one has seen him again.

...

When "Sun Yi" calculated the identity of Mo Hua, Mr. Zhuang in the carriage also opened his eyes.

"Master, do you want to drink tea?" Mo Hua asked with a crisp voice.

Mr. Zhuang likes to doze off and wake up and likes to take a sip of tea.

I remember Master’s preferences very clearly.

Mr. Zhuang nodded slightly.

Mo Hua poured him a cup of tea.

Mr. Zhuang seemed a little tired. After drinking the tea from Mohua, he became more energetic and asked:

"Ink Painting, how can a person die?"

Not only ink paintings are stunned.

Even Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi both looked confused.

They didn't know why Mr. Zhuang suddenly asked such a question.

"Uh...if you are killed, you will die?"

Mo Hua said silently.

"If you are hungry, you will die, and if you are old..." Bai Zisheng also said.

“What’s the end of the day?”

Mo Hua remembered what Mr. Zhuang said about the spiritual power, blood and spiritual consciousness of the monks, and tried to say:

"A monk will die if his body is exhausted, his Qi sea will die if he is broken, and his spiritual consciousness will die if he dies..."
To be continued...