At the foot of the Holy Spirit Mountain, Han Tian put the Meizhu in Ye Feng's hand. Ye Feng sent Xueyan's soul back to her body. The soul returned. Xueyan's body gradually had heartbeat and body temperature. Her breathing was stable, as if she was asleep quietly.

"She is fine." Ye Feng said to Han Tian at the foot of the Holy Spirit Mountain.

"That's good." Han Tianran was calm, and as long as Xueyan was good, he would feel at ease.

"Why do you lock the memories about you in the Meitian bead and not let her take them away? Perhaps these memories are very precious to her." Ye Feng looked at the already clear Meitian bead silently. Xueyan's soul had returned to her body, but there were still a little ice blue light flashing in the Meitian bead. That was all the memories about Hantian. Hantian sealed those memories, as well as Xueyan's Xue Yao Yao spirit, in the Meitian bead, and did not let her take them away.

"These memories are too heavy for her, and it's enough for me to remember them alone." Han Tian's tone was calm, as if he had nothing to do with him, and as if he had other plans.

Ye Feng chuckled and returned the charming beads with blue light to Han Tian. "You can remind her at any time, as long as you want."

The charming beads hang on Han Tian's hand, like holding up an ice-blue full moon, which is Xue Yan's attachment to Han Tian.

Han Tian hesitated for a moment, clenched his fists slightly, and then opened his palms. The beads had been broken into thousands of pieces, scattered all over the ground, as if someone's tears were crying.

Han Tian looked at the fragments all over the ground and felt sad. "Xueyan, I'm waiting for you to kill me."

Without the memories of the past, her sword would pierce into Han Tian’s chest without hesitation, and she would no longer suffer any more and no longer bear a sad fate.

Ye Feng understood Hantian's helplessness. If Xueyan didn't kill him, she would never be happy. But Hantian was Xueyan's happiness. With such a fate, no one could only sigh and say goodbye to others.

"Take good care of her." Han Tian handed Xueyan's Poxue Sword to Ye Feng.

"I can." Ye Feng's chin, Han Tian turned around and disappeared.

Ye Feng stood there silent for a long time, stretched out his hand and concentrated his strength slightly. The fragments on the ground seemed to be sucked up by a huge suction force, and all returned to Ye Feng's hand. Ye Feng held the crystal fragments, his palms were put together, and there was a light in his palm. Meizhu recovered again. Ye Feng put Meizhu in his arms and turned to walk towards Bingxue Peak.

What is this place? It's so familiar. Xueyan slowly opened her eyes and regained her consciousness. She struggled to get up, feeling dizzy. As soon as she got up, she was a little dizzy. After a while, she stood up, she was barely dragging her stiff legs.

The cave is simply furnished, and a piano is placed in the center. Xueyan walked over and stroked the snowflakes falling on it. After a few simple touches of the strings, a song was flowing out. She didn't remember the tune, but she played it out one after another. What kind of music is this? It's so familiar, it seems that it has given it a name? Xueyan tried hard to think about it, but she couldn't remember it.

There was heavy snow outside. Xueyan looked around numbly and walked out of the ice and snow cave step by step. She grew up on the ice and snow peaks since she was a child. She had long been used to the cold and loneliness.

Where is this? A strange and familiar white light.

"Are you awake?" A simple greeting contains so much tenderness and expectation.

Xue Yan Xun's voice looked at it, and for a while, the memories in her mind were surging and burst out. She pondered for a while and called in a low voice. "Senior Brother." Her voice was hoarse, as if she hadn't spoken for a long time.

"It's cold outside. You just woke up and couldn't breathe in the air." Ye Feng said, helping Xueyan into the ice and snow cave.

It seems that because the memory in the beauty bead is still calling Xueyan, many blurred figures suddenly appeared in Xueyan's mind, all of which are the same person, such as Ye's black clothes and ice-blue eyes, so close and so far away, the picture is fragmented and Xueyan cannot tell at all.

Who is that? Xueyan frowned slightly and almost fell down while staggering. Ye Feng held her.

"You are not very stable yet, lie down and rest." Ye Feng lies down with Xueyan, stood Po Xuejian by the bed, and comforted softly. "You have a good rest here, don't walk around anymore, I'll get you medicine."

Xueyan nodded and watched Ye Feng go out, but she was not sleepy at all.

She looked around, picked up the Poxue Sword standing beside her, stroked the delicate and cold scabbard, and the biting chill flowed through her fingertips and flowed to the bottom of her heart.

"Po Xuejian, tell me who is the person who just appeared in my mind? Who is the person who can't be erased and can't remember?" Xueyan whispered in a low voice, and Po Xuejian whispered in her hand, as if responding to her.

The memories of Han Tian have been sealed in the charming beads. Xueyan can no longer remember the past of love and killing each other. She had something wet her eyes with the old enemy who was in love but could not stay with her. Xueyan subconsciously raised her hand and touched the corners of her eyes, and it turned out to be tears.

Since Xueyan woke up, it seems that everything has returned to the starting point. Po Xue Jian has become her eternal companion, and eliminating the evil soul is still the meaning of her existence.

She is a white-clothed ghost wandering among the snow, aimless and endless.

Perhaps everyone has such a memory that cannot be forgotten or remembered, engraved in the cracks of time and cannot be removed.

Xueyan always feels that the past in her memory is like a dream, as close as yesterday, and far away as it is, as if she remembers everything about her past, and seems to have forgotten something, she is confused all day and night practicing swords. Only when the sword light flows with the wind and snow around her body can she find her former self and vaguely feel that someone is asleep in her sword light.

When the Virgin Mary of Ice and Snow saw Xueyan practicing swords like this, she knew that it was because of the pain in her heart, so she had to let her go on like this and she had no choice but to do anything about it.

Who is that? She has not yet appeared when she is approaching her body. She has agile figure. She pressed against the sword in her hand with one hand. The tip of the sword is pointed, and a beautiful arc is drawn on the ground.

Xueyan tried a little hard, but she didn't break free. She raised her head. "Senior Brother."

Ye Feng looked at her dull gaze and felt a little distressed. She seemed to have lost her soul, and she looked dazed. She practiced swords mechanically all day long, and her sword skills were not as compatible as before. Every move and gesture was very dull.

"What are you doing?" Ye Feng snatched the sword in her hand.

"Practice sword and get rid of the evil soul." Xueyan replied calmly. Is there anything else she has to do besides this?

"Is that so? Why haven't you seen any progress in practicing swords like this?" Xueyan's demon spirit has been sealed in the charming beads by Han Tian. Now she has recovered her identity as an immortal without the constraints of the demon body. The spiritual arts in the heavens should have been a thousand miles a day, but in addition to remembering the sword style in the past, the mystery of the ice and snow spirit art was not found at all. The smart little girl in the past is now so depressed, which really makes Ye Feng feel both distressed and anxious.

Xueyan was stunned. She also knew that she had not made any progress after working hard for many days, but for some reason, when she calmed down, she felt empty and sad.

What are those fragmented scenes? Who is the figure in black? Xueyan is almost driven crazy. Do you have to cry so that you can wash those unforgettable memories out of your mind, forget everything, and let yourself go!

"Let's take a break." Ye Feng pulled Xueyan's hand. As she practiced swords day and night, Xueyan was tense. Her hands kept trembling, and her palms were also rubbed red.

Ye Feng saw it and felt pain in his heart. He forced Xueyan to sit down and rest, gently her palms, and let her relax.

Xueyan sat there blankly, her eyes were empty, her expression was dull, and she looked like she was in a state of dismay.

"Time passes, and we haven't sat down like this for a long time and chatting quietly." Ye Feng let go of Xueyan's hand and looked into the distance.

"Yes, after three thousand years of hard work, I'm finally back." Xueyan whispered. She promised Ye Feng that she would come back. She hasn't forgotten for a moment for so many years. Now that she has returned to heaven with what she wishes, how can she feel unhappy?

Ye Feng understood Xueyan’s thoughts. He would always be the one who knows Xueyan’s best. Meizhu was shining with fluorescent blue light in his arms. It was Xueyan’s expectation and Xueyan’s disaster.

Ye Feng reached into his arms and took out the beautiful beads for Xueyan to show them.

"What is this?" Xueyan raised her hand in surprise, hesitated and slowly stretched towards Meizhu. How could she be so familiar and so eager?

The approach of Xueyan makes the beauty in the ice

The blue light was even more intense. It seemed to be looking forward to Xueyan, looking forward to evoking Xueyan's lost memories and guiding her to think of everything in the past. A figure gradually emerged in Xueyan's mind. Who is he? His tenderness and his attachment were intertwined in Xueyan's mind, stirring in her heart, the picture gradually became clear, and the answer was about to be revealed!

Xueyan held her breath, frowned, trying hard to see his face clearly. Who is he? Who is he? Such a desire made Xueyan's headache split, and her clenched lips almost oozed out.

Looking at Xueyan's painful expression, Ye Feng felt unbearable. He secretly condensed the immortal magic. The ice-blue light was gradually extinguished and everything returned to peace. The taboo love was sealed in the charming bead forever and no longer remembered. Ye Feng's warm palm brushed across Xueyan's forehead, erasing the remaining memories. Xueyan's blank eyes gradually became clear.

"Han..." A tear passed through Xueyan's cheek, and before she could say anything, she fainted on Ye Feng's shoulder. It was just a little obsession with Xueyan. She refused to forget Hantian, but now she would completely forget and no longer have any attachment.
Chapter completed!