The icy blue Red Lotus Karma Fire floated in the air, jumping for joy, as if he was happy to have returned to his birthplace. Although he obviously had no spiritual energy, Qin Moyu seemed to be able to feel the happiness of the Red Lotus Karma Fire. Maybe it was the Red Lotus Karma. The fire was deep in his soul, and he seemed to have a strange sense of belonging in this strange village.

Pushing open the ice doors of each room, it was obviously an empty room. Qin Moyu could always feel gentle and kind gazes when walking inside, as if someone was guiding him forward.

And at this time, the only people who can give Qin Moyu such help are those souls suppressed by the formation.

"Is it you..."

Qin Moyu murmured to himself, stretched out his hand to catch a piece of snowflake, and followed the guide to the place where the red lotus fire stopped beating. The cool snowflake fell on the palm of his hand but did not melt. The beautiful hexagon was a miracle of nature's uncanny craftsmanship.

The only answer he got was the sound of wind, but Qin Moyu seemed to get a warm answer, showing a shy smile.

"Thanks."

He bowed and thanked the empty surroundings, received the gentle caress of the snowflakes, and was blessed with the soul driving the red lotus fire to slowly float forward.

In front of Qin Moyu was a huge stone tablet covered with ice and snow. The thick snow covered the name on it. It stood quietly like this, never moving for many years. But without the help of the Extreme Cold Clan, this world would No one can find it.

It was a stone tablet with the names of all the Jihan clan written on it, and it was also the base of Jianghua's formation.

Even though the name and memory are right in front of them, the Jihan clan has never been able to brush away the wind and snow on the stone tablet, and can only let it spend a long time with them in silence.

The moment the red lotus karma fire touched the stone monument, the originally extremely cold red lotus karma fire suddenly ignited like a real flame. The dusty wind and snow were completely melted by the fire, revealing each and every one that had been covered in dust for a long time. name.

But Qin Moyu had no time to read their names before his eyes suddenly went dark and he lost consciousness.

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"Qin Moyu! Do you want to go to dinner together tonight? It seems like you have never been to a social gathering."

A youthful face suddenly approached, startling Qin Moyu who was in a daze, and quickly pushed him away.

"What are you doing? Don't get so close to me." Qin Moyu made a sound of disgust. Facing the expectant eyes of his roommate, he could only nod perfunctorily, "Okay, okay, go, go, okay, I can go?"

"Come on! I'm going to tell the president now, hey hey hey, if you go, the girl will definitely go too. It's up to you to get married!" The roommate happily took out his mobile phone to send a message, typing while doing spring and autumn. Big dream.

Qin Moyu shrugged in a funny way, and habitually took out his mobile phone to watch videos. The funny and cute videos made people laugh, but after laughing, he always felt that he had forgotten something.

what is it then?

Qin Moyu held his face up, his thoughts gradually letting go.

A figure seemed to flash across the empty heart, vague but unforgettable.

A slight sourness stung his heart, Qin Moyu rubbed the phone case and secretly made up his mind.

——Let’s go back and visit the dean during the short vacation.

The holidays are here in a blink of an eye.

"Dean! I'm back." Qin Moyu stood at the door with his schoolbag on his back. The door opened before he finished speaking and gave the dean a big hug.

"You are still like a child at such an old age." The dean complained, but there was no hint of impatience on her face. Instead, she was sincerely happy because Qin Moyu came back. She persistently took Qin Moyu's schoolbag and babbled. He said naggingly, "Are you hungry in the car? The meal will be ready soon. Wash your hands first when you get home. Where can you watch TV? There are fruits you like in the refrigerator, but don't eat too much..."

The series of concerns made Qin Moyu completely unable to resist, and could only keep saying "hmm". If the dean hadn't remembered that the food was still hot in the pot, he might have been able to talk for a while.

But Qin Moyu likes this kind of nagging very much. Just like the smell of food floating in the air now, this is the home he longs for.

He was lying on the sofa scrolling through his phone, and came across a recently popular TV drama about cultivating immortals that a female classmate shared in her circle of friends. It was about the love between a domineering master who practices ruthless ways and a cute junior sister. He couldn't bear it after watching it. He kept complaining: "If you don't have a stable Taoist mind, how can you come back if you don't go into seclusion for hundreds of years?"

As a result, he was stunned when he said this, because he had been watching this drama recently when he was bored, and he was watching it with gusto, but why did he start complaining so seriously today.

And he has never cultivated as an immortal. How did he know that if the Taoist mind is unstable, he will have to stay in seclusion for hundreds of years?

Before Qin Moyu could understand the questions that arose in his mind, the dean called him to come over for dinner. Suddenly he was too lazy to think about it and ran towards the dean happily.

The dean was not a famous chef, and there were only two people eating, but he still tried his best to prepare a table of delicious dishes, all of which Qin Moyu liked to eat.

In order not to waste each dish, the portions were not very large, just to ensure that Qin Moyu could eat a few more of his favorite dishes when he came back, but doing so was a lot of trouble.

Qin Moyu was naturally moved when he saw a table of dishes, but he also felt sorry for the dean who was so busy, complaining and coquettishly saying: "Dean doesn't have to cook so many dishes, it's so troublesome. If you can't finish all the food, you'll have to do it again." Eating leftovers is not good for your health..."

The dean smiled cheerfully and said, "No trouble, no trouble...as long as you come back, it won't be any trouble."

As he said that, the dean picked up a piece of meat with chopsticks and put it in Qin Moyu's bowl: "Eat more, you will lose weight."

Qin Moyu touched his fleshy belly guiltily, smiled stupidly and said nothing.

They were talking and laughing like this. Although they were not related by blood, they looked like a real mother and son when they got along.

Until Qin Moyu picked up a piece of twice-cooked pork and the taste in his mouth made him stunned.

"What's wrong?" the dean asked worriedly.

Qin Moyu was stunned for a second, then smiled and shook his head: "It's nothing, it's just that I haven't eaten the twice-cooked pork cooked by the dean for a long time. It feels very familiar."

This inadvertent episode passed quickly, and no one cared.

"Dean, let's go to the hospital for a physical examination in the afternoon."

"What are you checking for? I'm in good health. It's a waste of money."

The dean's face is full of wrinkles left by time. No matter how much she bleaches and dyes her hair, she still can't hide the silvery white hair. The tall figure in her memory has become rickety and short at some point. Why doesn't she know? I am getting older, but the more I do, the less I want to admit that I am no longer young.

Qin Moyu knew that the dean was used to living a hard life and did not want to spend money on the hospital, but he still persuaded the dean to agree to go for an examination with him.

Even on the weekend, the hospital was still overcrowded. Qin Moyu was busy up and down. After the director finished the examination and sent her back, he insisted on waiting for some results in the hospital.

It wasn't until Qin Moyu found the words "normal gastrointestinal" on the complicated report sheet that his disguise collapsed.

"It would be great if all this were true."

As Qin Moyu muttered to himself, everything around him began to become illusions. The noisy and crowded hospital hall just now became quiet and empty. He stood in the deserted suburbs, and the report in his hand turned into a heavy urn.

One drop, two drops...

Tears kept falling on the box like broken beads. Qin Moyu thought that he would not lose his composure after experiencing it once, but it turned out that no matter how many times he did it again, he would still be the same Qin Moyu who was embarrassed after losing a loved one.

The base of the formation is not unguarded, but anyone who comes close to the base will be pulled into the illusion. After losing all memory, they fall into a world where the illusion makes up for all regrets.

Those lives that originally belonged to others in my memory have become my own, and those heart-wrenching regrets have not yet happened in this world. Just like the dean who was originally the least able to cook twice-cooked pork, he also "learned" because of his longing for the master. , it can be said that this is an almost perfect world for Qin Moyu.

It was so perfect that he almost forgot why he came here.

However, he still couldn't forget. He couldn't forget that the dean had hidden blood in his stool and was anemic. He couldn't forget that the dean fell down because of anemia but didn't tell him. He couldn't forget how the dean died quietly in the room. Discovered by people.

What is fake is fake after all, and his guilt towards the dean cannot allow him to enjoy this perfection with peace of mind.

So when the illusion discovered that the dream could not stop Qin Moyu, it transformed into another illusion.

"Momo." The dean's voice seemed to come from afar, ethereal and hoarse.

Qin Moyu hugged the urn tightly and forced himself to close his eyes not to listen to the bewitchment of the illusion.

The familiar voice of the dean suddenly became sharp and hard to hear, as if he was roaring or resentful.

"Why don't you come back sooner-"

"If you had come back earlier, I wouldn't have died alone in my room—"

"The floor is really cold...it's really cold...why don't you come and stay with me?!"

Every question pierced Qin Moyu's heart like a knife, and it was also the question Qin Moyu asked himself countless days and nights.

——Obviously I worked hard during the holidays to reduce the dean’s burden, but why couldn’t I even see the dean for the last time?

The saddest thing in the world is that a child wants to be raised but cannot be cared for.

Qin Moyu finally couldn't support the strength to stand, and he knelt on the ground with a loud bang, choked with sobs.

If perfection cannot keep Qin Moyu, then the illusion will destroy Qin Moyu's psychological defense from another angle.

Then a gentle voice sounded from somewhere, temptingly persuading: "Stay... stay... we have everything..."

Qin Moyu's body trembled slightly, and he lowered his head deeply, seeming to be shaken by these words.

The voice continued to seduce him: "What's wrong with staying? All your regrets can be made up for. There are people you cherish here and the life you dream of."

It gave Qin Moyu enough time to think and tried his best to amplify Qin Moyu's emotions during his most painful time.

The emotions of loneliness and sadness continue to expand, and all kinds of things from the past come to mind, and the emotions in my heart seem to be controlled by an invisible hand.

After a long time, Qin Moyu spoke.

"But."

Qin Moyu spoke in a hoarse voice and slowly raised his head. Even though the ends of his eyes were red, his eyes were extremely firm.

He carefully placed the urn on the ground and stood up. Even though he knew it was fake, his heart still ached uncontrollably.

So Qin Moyu said:

"They are still waiting for me to come back."

The dean told him to cherish the people in front of him; the master told him to face his fate bravely.

If they really stay here, they will be really disappointed.

A bright smile bloomed on Qin Moyu's tear-stained face, clean and pure.

With a bang, the illusion collapsed, and wind and snow drifted in from outside the broken illusion.

Qin Moyu touched his cheek, and there was no trace of tears on his slightly cold cheek. Only the faint pain in his heart made him clearly remember that he had just experienced a fantasy.

Now he can be sure that the strange "Gu Jia" is indeed the person who sent him to this world, because if he hadn't awakened that memory in advance, he would have been lost in the secret realm just now.

The most powerful illusion is never to construct a realistic scene, but to die willingly even if you know it is all fake.

Now that the illusion has been broken, as long as Shen Mo is called and the red lotus karma fire is used to open the formation base and input the luck of the four continents, the formation in the extremely cold place can be broken!

A small jade piece appeared in the palm of Qin Moyu's hand, and he easily crushed it with a little force. This was also given to him by Shen Mo. He could notify Shen Mo in time when the formation base was broken, or call Shen Mo back in case of danger.

But after Yujue was crushed, what Qin Moyu saw was an embarrassed figure stumbling over from the wind and snow.

"Mo Yu..."

Shen Mo's face was pale as he walked out of the wind and snow, and bright red blood continued to gush out from the wound on his abdomen, instantly dyeing the surrounding snow red. He fell to the ground in embarrassment and stretched out his right hand towards Qin Moyu.

His dark eyes were full of prayers, as if he was defeated by Heaven and fled here to seek help from Qin Moyu.

The dazzling bright red on the snow-covered snow made Qin Moyu unable to think so much, and subconsciously wanted to run over to save people.

But the outstretched foot only took one step and then stopped abruptly.

Shen Mo looked at Qin Moyu who was standing still without knowing why, and called Qin Moyu's name again in a dying tone.

"You do look a lot like Ye Bai."

Qin Moyu said quietly.

A trace of panic flashed in "Shen Mo"'s eyes, but he still did his best to perform without giving up: "What are you talking about... Mo Yu... How could I be pretending..."

Qin Moyu chuckled and retreated instead of advancing.

His clear voice was like the sun in the late winter amidst the whistling wind and snow, melting away all hypocrisy.

"It's just that Ye Bai is an idiot. If there was really danger, he wouldn't ask me for help."

If it's so powerful that even Shen Mo can't resist it, even if he dies with Tiandao, he won't put himself in half danger, right?

The shrewd Shen Mo seems to be so stupid only when he is here.

——So simple that one can guess his thoughts at a glance.