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Chapter 172 Unforgivable Sin [Part 4(1/2)

If Jiang Liu intentionally conceals it.

Then why did he hide it?

Even if he deliberately conceals it, how could he clean up his background so clean?

If not.

How could there be someone with such a clean background in Jiangjun Province?

There must be something strange about this.

Since I can't find out, I might as well ask Jiang Liu directly.

For a moment.

The atmosphere in the entire hall became extremely quiet.

Not only Feng Xiaoting was paying close attention to Jiang Liu, but also staring at Jiang Liu with Mu Xingchen and the city owners and the King of Poets of the 15th City, including Feng Yingying and Feng Xiaoxiao.

This question is what they want to know.

They also investigated Jiang Liu's identity.

But the result was the same as the result found by Feng Xiaoting, nothing was found.

"I'm not satisfied with the provincial master. Actually, I don't know if I am a native of Jiangjun Province."

Jiang Liu bit his lip, smiled bitterly, and replied.

actually.

He wants to know the body's background than anyone else.

But according to the memory of this body, there is nothing about any information about this body before the age of fifteen.

According to the memory of this body after the age of fifteen, there is almost no information related to his life experience.

All he knew was that he was studying at Jiangnan University.

As for how to go to Jiangnan University, he doesn't know.

"How do you say this?"

Jiang Liu's answer was somewhat beyond Feng Xiaoting's expectations.

Similarly, Mu Xingchen and the city owners and King of Poetry in the fifteen cities of Jiangjun Province were surprised.

"Because, I don't remember everything before I was fifteen."

Jiang Liu replied directly.

There is no need to hide this matter, so it is better to tell the truth.

"There are still such things?"

Suddenly.

Feng Xiaoting was slightly shocked, and together with Mu Xingchen and the city owners and King of Songs of the fifteen cities of Jiangjun Province, they were also in deep thought.

Obviously.

Jiang Liu's answer made them more curious about Jiang Liu's background.

You must know.

A holy practitioner is an omnipotent existence in this world.

When a saint cultivator's cultivation level breaks to a certain level, his memory will only become stronger and stronger.

Even if all the messages and things he had seen inadvertently before, even if he didn't remember them before, as the saint's cultivation improves, it will be clearly visible.

Jiang Liu's current cultivation level has reached the mid-stage level of the eighth grade Xuan.

If you lose your memory for some reason, you should also regain your memory when you reach the mid-stage level of the eighth grade of Xuan.

But according to his answer, it doesn't seem to be.

"A person's memory will become more and more profound as the level of holy cultivation improves."

"This is a good thing for the holy practitioners, but also a bad thing."

"The good thing is that he can read a lot of books and read more than ten thousand books, which is conducive to improving his talents and increasing his cultivation."

"The bad thing is that the sad things he doesn't want to mention will become more unforgettable and cannot be forgotten."

"However, as far as I know, it seems that no one in this world's holy cultivator seems to have happened to the King of Jiangnan."

Feng Xiaoting's eyes were deep, he stared at Jiang Liu, and couldn't help but say in thought.

indeed.

Memory of a holy practitioner.

Especially the memory of a middle-level powerful man in the eighth grade level of Xuan, the entire period disappeared.

This is indeed abnormal enough for the holy practitioners.

At least.

In the entire Jiangjun Province, none of the nearly 100 million saint cultivators have occurred.

"There is no such thing as Jiangjun Province, which does not mean that there is no record in this world of holy cultivation!"

However.

Just as everyone in the hall was silent and confused about Jiang Liu's memory, a very thick voice suddenly came from the entrance of the hall.

Buzz!

As soon as these words came out, a huge aura of pressure suddenly covered the entire hall.

even.

In addition to the hall, many tables, chairs and tea cups trembled several times.

In an instant.

Feng Xiaoting, Mu Xingchen, the city owners of the fifteen cities of Jiangjun Province and the King of Songs all turned their eyes to the direction of the sound at the same time.

And when they saw the figure that appeared at the entrance of the hall.

Feng Xiaoting, Mu Xingchen, the city owners and the King of Songs of the fifteen cities of Jiangjun Province all trembled, and they quickly stood up at the same time, facing the figure, and bowed down on one knee.

"Meet the Emperor of Poetry!!!"

The shouting sounds at the same time were deafening.

It contains supreme respect and awe.

"Meet Uncle Bai!"

As Feng Xiaoting and the city owners and the King of Songs from the fifteen cities of Jiangjun Province knelt down, behind Feng Xiaoting, the sisters Feng Yingying and Feng Xiaoxiao also faced the figure and knelt down and shouted.

I saw that the person who came was a white-haired old man wearing a gray brocade robe.

He took a vigorous step, and with every step he took, the hall of the entire provincial government trembled.

Especially on the floor where he walked, there were even visible sunken footprints left.

This person is not someone else!

It is the most supreme peak powerhouse in Jiangjun Province!

Everyone in Jiangjun Province respects and respects the super giant!

Jiangjun Province Poetry Emperor, Bai Qingyun!!!

"The memory of the age of fifteen was left without any memory. This happened hundreds of years ago!"

"However, according to records, the memories of those people were forcibly sealed!"

Facing the whole audience kneeling down, Bai Qingyun walked straight into the hall, ignoring Feng Xiaoting and others, but just staring at Jiang Liu with his eyes.

Immediately, I took the lead in sitting on the main seat at the front of the hall.

"Musics are sealed?"

Listening to this answer, a ray of sperm flashed across Jiang Liu's eyes.

His memory was also sealed?

Why do some people want to seal his memory?

"Yes, you will only have the phenomenon of yours if your memory is forcibly sealed."

"If the person who seals your memory has a high level of cultivation, if your own cultivation has not reached the level of the person who seals your memory, even if your sealed memory is not available."

"Once your cultivation level exceeds the cultivation level of the person who seals your memory, your memory will automatically come into your mind."

Sitting in the main seat of the hall, Bai Qingyun said slowly with a solemn and majestic look on his face.

Aside.

Feng Xiaoting, Mu Xingchen, and the city owners and the King of Songs of the fifteen cities of Jiangjun Province also knelt down and worshiped in their original place.
To be continued...
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