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"Why is it called Fangshan? There is no such word in your name." Mu Xingqiu asked in confusion.

The mountains and trees in the south are flourishing. Qin Lingshuang stands on a protruding stone on the edge of the peak, listening carefully to the wind, breathing the slightly cold air with cherishing, and being in a semi-exciting state, "Because my alias is Fangfang."

Mu Xingqiu stood on the grass not far away, and his position was slightly lower. He suddenly felt a little itchy on his feet. He looked down and found that a small group of ants crawled on his feet. His shoes were worn and his skin was exposed. He moved his feet and the ants quickly escaped.

"Fangfang." He called out this name gently, and his heart was slightly snarled, as if the feeling of emptiness brought by landing too quickly, but he still didn't remember anything, "There is a kind of fire that can evoke all my memories, but I haven't found it. Do you know... is there any special fire?"

Mu Xingqiu had a strong premonition that he could find the answer from Qin Lingshuang. Zuo Liuying said that he should not understand the past too early, and that he would not ask him to find the kind of fire that could bring back memories.

Qin Lingshuang's eyes retracted from a distance and turned to his companions who were more than ten steps away. "Among the five elements spells, the number of fire spells is the most, including the five elements fire in the five elements, the Taiyin fire in the non-extinguishing furnace, the prophetic fire of the Yin and Yang family, the mysterious fire of the forbidden secret department, the pure yang true fire of the Hongfu family, the soul-detaining Yin fire of the Lantu Candle Department, and the sacrifice fire of the Talisman Department... Almost every subject has its own unique fire spell, as well as the fire of the loose cultivator, the fire of demons, and many types, as well as Taoist fire, natural fire, etc. Have you tried it?"

The strong premonition gradually faded. Before Qin Lingshuang could cast any fire spells, Mu Xingqiu was already in a state of distraction. "I have only seen a small part, but I feel that the fire I am looking for is not a special kind of magic flame, it is...it is..."

It was right beside its mouth, and it was about to come out, but Mu Xingqiu could not resort to words. He could only sigh, "I'm afraid the time has not come. It's really strange, why did I connect memory with fire at that time?"

"The reason is also in your memory." Qin Lingshuang smiled. Without Mu Xingqiu's explanation, she already understood what kind of spell it was. "The Tripitaka is a very complex spell. Even Taoist priests above the level of God-absorbing are not able to use it. It cuts away memories like flying a kite. Your confusion about the fire is the string connecting the kite, so it is very normal for you to feel strange. It is also very important."

"You know so much." Mu Xingqiu said sincerely, he didn't even know the name of Grand Tsang.

Qin Lingshuang lowered her eyes and suddenly changed the topic when she raised it again, "Zuo Liuying suggested that you try not to cast spells other than talismans?"

"Yes. But that's not a suggestion, it's more like an order."

"Well... I think I should bless your new inner alchemy with a first level of prohibition so that you won't accidentally cast other spells."

"Do you really want to listen to Zuo Liuying? He is our enemy now."

"The enemy is not necessarily lying. You forget the illusion of mind. You can intuition the emotions of everyone and write talismans on it. This proves that Zuo Liuying's words make sense: when you remember normally, you will notice emotions and write talismans, but you may not combine the two together. The eighteen subjects of Taoism have their own fields. It is already difficult for ordinary Taoists to specialize in one subject. The longer they practice, the more difficult it is to understand the magic of other subjects. But you have no problem with amnesia."

Mu Xingqiu smiled and shook his head. He didn't think this was an advantage at all. "Is there any way for me to see my inner alchemy?"

"Yes, I can help you."

Observing Sanda is a very simple method of practice, but Mu Xingqiu cannot do it.

Qin Lingshuang summoned the instant platform. It was now a small stone slab several inches square, and the patterns on the surface seemed more dense. Apart from that, it was no different. It was difficult for ordinary practitioners to tell that this was one of the nine treasures.

A wisp of blue smoke rose from a corner of the stone slab and slowly floated towards Mu Xingqiu. Just by observing the inner elixir, it used the instant platform. This was an extremely luxurious casting.

Mu Xingqiu remained motionless, and the green smoke entered from the left nostril, exhaled from the right nostril, and then returned to another corner of the instant platform, forming a cycle. Qin Lingshuang and Mu Xingqiu's meridians were connected into one, and she could help him cast spells.

Mu Xingqiu's eyes turned black, and then it lit up again. He saw his Niwan Palace, white and neat, not as perfect as a bald man. It was empty and there was nothing inside. Suddenly, it suddenly fell sharply, and his eyes fell into the lower dantian. He saw the inner elixir that was combined into one by three cultivation pills.

Strictly speaking, this inner alchemy is not integrated together, and the three colors of red, white and black are distributed equally, each occupying one piece, and it does not rotate quickly. Even if the owner comes to inspect it in person, it will not become more active.

But it provides sufficient mana, and Mu Xingqiu could almost feel the breeze generated when the mana surged out.

Mu Xingqiu wanted it to rotate slowly, and the inner alchemy would do whatever it wanted, but it was indeed more lazy, and the magic power it generated was reduced sharply, which made Mu Xingqiu feel that there was no need to bless the ban. It was precisely because the speed of the rotation was slowing that Mu Xingqiu saw a little light leaking from the inner alchemy.

The combination of the three red, white and black pills is not perfect. There is a little gap in the middle, which reveals light to the outside, and it is not visible at ordinary times. It will only be noticed when it is very slow.

Mu Xingqiu wanted to see clearly, and his eyes gradually approached the inner elixir. The closer he got, the bigger the inner elixir, and the gap became obvious. Finally, his eyes could even get in.

The light in the pill was like a fire. Mu Xingqiu felt a move in his heart. Could it be that the fire that he could not find was actually in his body? He had to see it even more, so he continued to explore forward. The inner pill was only the size of a pigeon egg, but his eyes moved forward for a long time.

The light became more and more like a fire, and even a hint of heat was emitted. Mu Xingqiu's heart was also excited. Even if there were a hundred benefits of amnesia, he hoped to regain his memory and reintegrate into the world, know what he cared about, and even who he cared about.

But after a while, the fire became weaker, and Mu Xingqiu entered an empty area. It was much larger than the inner alchemy. He could see the stars in the sky and look down at a city.

Mu Xingqiu felt that the city looked familiar, but he couldn't remember the name, so there was no need to move here, and a slight force led his eyes forward.

The city is not big, it is in a sleepy state, with a cold wind, and it does not seem to be a place where fire can be generated.

His eyes were directed to a towering city tower, which was even more worn than the shoes on his feet. He was shaking in the wind, and then he saw, saw himself, and saw Qin Lingshuang. He hugged her from behind, and the two of them snuggled together, looking in the direction of the distance, where there was a flash of fire.

"Fangfang." Mu Xingqiu knew that this was a memory of himself. Although he could not remember the past and consequences. However, the scene was real and his emotions were even more real. He could even feel his nervousness, nervousness and excitement when he was a teenager. It was a kind of intoxication. Even if he stood on the edge of a cliff, he could not detect the dangerous intoxication.

Mu Xingqiu really wanted to stay here forever, just like the two people at that time, the faint power was also this purpose, which led his eyes to disappear.

But Mu Xingqiu still has to move forward. He wants to see what the firelight in the distance is and whether it can evoke the memories of the past.

A stronger force came, leading his eyes out of the inner elixir and the lower dantian. He retreated to the Niwan Palace, and his eyes were dark again, returning to reality.

Mu Xingqiu looked at Qin Lingshuang not far away, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether it was true or not.

"What's wrong?"

"I saw a memory in Naitan, maybe it was something I hid there... nothing, it was just a past event."

"Yin Buchen is back." Qin Lingshuang said.

Mu Xingqiu was surprised to find that it was already dark, and he actually delayed in the inner elixir for half a day.

Sun Yulu flew over and landed in front of the two of them. She raised the coma of the dragon in her hands and smiled and said, "It's really hard to send you off. If you don't believe me, let her say it."

The dragon raised its head and heard the voice of the dragon demon, "The Siming Ding is indeed not here, I saw Shouque."

"Shouque is in the chaos of Jingshan?" Mu Xingqiu was shocked.

"She is performing a spell. I want to stay and help her. Let Taoist Qin use my true illusion body first, but make it clear that I will lend it to you or not, and I may go back at any time."

Qin Lingshuang smiled slightly, "The true illusion body will always be yours."

"Wait, do you agree to her stay?" Mu Xingqiu was even more surprised.

"Since the dragon demon said that she would stay, there must be her reason."

"You know me." Dragon Demon laughed, "I can't reveal more details. We will see you again in the future. I don't think it will take too long."

"Welcome anytime." Qin Lingshuang said lightly.

Mu Xingqiu had nothing to say. He knew that he should be very familiar with the Dragon Demon, but he didn't feel much, "Okay, say hello to Shouque, is she still looking for a complete soul?"

"Haha, we just met, and I don't know much about her yet. Goodbye, Yin Buchen will leave you behind. He is still useful to protect my true illusion body."

Sun Yulu put the dragon on the ground, gave the two of them the ritual of Taoism, and turned around and flew away.

"Shouque's ability is really great. He can actually gain the trust of a female Taoist priest. Even the dragon demon who went to explore the way was bewitched. Don't we really have to take a look? Shouque's soul is incomplete, and sometimes he will suddenly become another person." Mu Xingqiu still felt uneasy.

"Believe in the Dragon Demon, she knows what she is doing."

Yin Buchen, who had recovered his true form, stood up from the grass with a confused look on his face, "Why am I asleep here? Oh, the task assigned to me by Taoist Qin..."

"You've finished it, it's great. Let's go to Duanliu City. The Demon-Suppressing Bell must be in Zuo Liuying's hands."

"The seventh day of next seventh month will be the Nascent Soul Conference, it's too early now." Yin Buchen found that he was too brave and shook his head quickly, "Get off, set off immediately."

Qin Lingshuang cast a spell and took two companions to the sky. Yin Buchen's mind was in a daze. He always felt that he had forgotten something particularly important. He stared at Mu Xingqiu for a while, and suddenly remembered that he had to remind Dao Zun if Taoist Qin was not in the event.

(Tomorrow is December, and "The Demons" will come to an end. Thanks to all readers for their support. The last plot needs to be sorted out. Recently, I have to make up for my sleep, so I will stop updating for one day tomorrow and return to normal the day after tomorrow. Sorry.) (To be continued...)

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