Chapter 1 How Beautiful is a Peerless Beauty?

"Just how beautiful is a peerless beauty?"

On the road, Longma was a bit curious. He couldn't understand what was meant by an absolute beauty.

"It's the kind that makes people's legs freeze as soon as they see her. Don't you even know that?"

Gu Aotian felt a little embarrassed.

"Legs freeze? There are beauties like that?"

Longma was a bit incredulous.

"Yes, although I haven't seen Sikong Nanqin, it's said that anyone who has seen her is completely mesmerized," the Ziqing Holy Son quickly chimed in. Although he was a Holy Son, he was still nothing compared to these two divine beasts.

"Is she prettier than that horse?"

Longma asked, looking at a red horse not far away.

Ziqing Holy Son: "........"

He didn't answer because he felt it was a bit foolish to discuss aesthetics with a horse.

Lu Changsheng felt a bit strange, because he noticed that one of the Ziqing disciples beside him was occasionally stealing glances at him. Although he was indeed as handsome as jade, he was a man, so what did he mean by constantly looking at him?

"This fellow disciple, may I ask why you keep staring at me?"

Finally, Lu Changsheng couldn't help but ask, his expression curious.

Looking a couple of times was fine, but what was the point of staring all the time?

"Ah! I... I... I... Senior Brother, I don't know if I should say it, but I really want to get to know you."

The other party spoke, stuttering slightly because he was nervous.

"Get to know me?"

Lu Changsheng couldn't help but frown slightly.

"Oh, Senior Brother Lu, perhaps this fellow disciple admires you very much. Zhao Yang, you too, even though Senior Brother Lu is as handsome as jade, looking a couple of times is enough. Why keep staring? If Senior Brother Lu misunderstands that the disciples of my Ziqing Holy Land have some quirks, wouldn't it be a disgrace to the majesty of my Ziqing Holy Land?"

The Ziqing Holy Son said this, reprimanding the other party.

The latter immediately nodded, somewhat flustered, and said, "Yes, yes, Holy Son is right to teach me."

But Lu Changsheng was stunned.

"Zhao Yang?"

He seemed to know this person.

He seemed to have some impression in the depths of his mind.

Hiss! He remembered, this was the guy Liu Qingfeng had fed the amnesia pill to.

He had almost forgotten about him.

Lu Changsheng was surprised.

"Senior Brother Lu, it's a pity to say, this fellow disciple was originally quite good. He is the son of an Elder Supreme of my Ziqing Holy Land and has excellent talent, but he went to the Great Luo Holy Land and suddenly lost his memory. But no one knows who did it."

"If I knew, I would never let him go. Of course, Senior Brother Lu, the culprit could never be a Great Luo disciple. I think it should be other sect disciples who are jealous of my Ziqing Holy Land!"

The Ziqing Holy Son said with a face full of resentment.

Lu Changsheng's expression was very calm, but he was a little nervous inside.

Although he was not afraid of the Ziqing Holy Son, he was still a little embarrassed after all.

"But fortunately, my fellow disciple has gradually recovered some memories, although it's only a little bit, but it might get better in a few days. When we find the culprit, we will definitely punish him severely,"

The Ziqing Holy Son said.

Making Lu Changsheng's mood even heavier.

"Junior Brother Zhao, what do you remember?"

Lu Changsheng looked at Zhao Yang and then asked seriously.

"Uh, I remember that I seemed to have met someone that day, but I can't remember anything else."

Zhao Yang's answer made Lu Changsheng breathe a sigh of relief.

But after a while, Lu Changsheng always felt a little uneasy.

What if he remembers later?

Liu Qingfeng had already run away, and he definitely couldn't escape the blame.

Thinking of this, Lu Changsheng couldn't help but feel even heavier.

But after a while, suddenly, Lu Changsheng thought of an idea.

"Junior Brother Li, it's a coincidence that I happen to have a memory recovery pill on hand, but I don't know if it will work, but it's definitely harmless. Why don't you let Junior Brother Zhao try it?"

Lu Changsheng asked, taking the initiative to offer the pill.

"Is there such a coincidence? Then we definitely have to try it." The Ziqing Holy Son didn't think that Lu Changsheng would have other intentions at all, and agreed with a smile.

Immediately, Lu Changsheng took out a Fire Phoenix True Blood Pill from the Great Luo Ring.

These were the last few. He had many before, but they were all eaten by the Three-legged Golden Crow. Later, he gave a bottle to Longma. Fortunately, Lu Changsheng had a few left.

It was just right to use them.

As soon as the Fire Phoenix True Blood Pill came out, Gu Aotian couldn't help but froze slightly, but he didn't speak, just inexplicably, he began to think wildly.

And the Ziqing Holy Son exclaimed when he saw this pill, "This pill is simply a holy healing pill. Just smelling it makes people feel refreshed. Come, come, Junior Brother Zhao, quickly eat it."

The Ziqing Holy Son was even more convinced that this pill had miraculous effects.

After Zhao Yang saw this pill, he couldn't help but frowned slightly, and some broken images appeared in his mind.

Seeing Zhao Yang frown slightly, Lu Changsheng didn't say anything and directly fed Zhao Yang one.

Before the latter could react, he swallowed the pill.

After swallowing the pill, Zhao Yang was instantly surrounded by a bloody aura, which looked very strange.

The Ziqing Holy Son was even more expectant.

Soon, after ten breaths.

The bloody aura disappeared.

Zhao Yang, who had been frowning, instantly relaxed his eyebrows.

"Junior Brother Zhao, how do you feel?"

The Ziqing Holy Son asked excitedly, his eyes full of anticipation.

But Zhao Yang looked at the Ziqing Holy Son somewhat woodenly, his eyes full of confusion.

"Who are you?"

"Who am I?"

Zhao Yang opened his mouth, his eyes confused.

Hiss!

The next moment, the Ziqing Holy Son was shocked.

Then he couldn't help but murmured to himself: "This pill is so magical, it can actually make people master an ancient language? Senior Brother Lu, can you give me one?"

Lu Changsheng: "........"

Damn it, what kind of silly story is this, even 'I' and 'you' are coming out? (Note: "儂" and "阿拉" are dialects.)

If he eats another one, will he even start yelling 'Old Bro'?

But fortunately, judging from the situation, the other party has lost his memory again.

Well, double amnesia, this time it's completely safe.

Very good.

Lu Changsheng breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Of course, amnesia was only temporary, and Lu Changsheng would not really harm people. He took out a scripture obtained from the Langya Secret Realm from the Great Luo Ring.

He directly injected it into Zhao Yang's spiritual sea, and then injected a ray of merit, and then looked at the Ziqing Holy Son and said.

"This is an ancient method. It is extremely difficult to cultivate. The prerequisite for cultivation is to forget everything and return to the heart of a child. It just so happens that Junior Brother Zhao is now amnesiac, so it is very suitable for cultivating this ancient method. I think it won't be too bad."

Lu Changsheng said this.

This ancient scripture was not made up, it was a real good thing, much better than the incomplete sword manual of the Ziqing Holy Land.

For Zhao Yang, it was definitely a blessing in disguise.

After all, he wasn't amnesiac for life, and with this scripture and a ray of Xuanhuang merit, wouldn't his cultivation speed be fast?

It could be regarded as making up for this mistake.

Well! Suddenly, there was no sense of guilt in his heart.

And at the same time.

The crowd also arrived at the Bright Moon Ancient Market.

Sure enough, the Ziqing Holy Son was right.

The ancient market was crowded with people, surrounded by dozens of circles inside and outside. It could no longer be described with thousands or tens of thousands, but could be described with hundreds of thousands.

Fortunately, this was a world of cultivation, where people could fly with swords, but even so, looking up, the entire sky was densely packed.

Anyone with a bit of trypophobia would get goosebumps.