You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

Chapter 954 Metamorphosis

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Zhong Baixuan returned from the greenhouse and looked at the empty town hall. He felt a little relieved: "I really don't know if I can still be so considerate of the people's opinions and think about the people's lives at all times after losing my memory. I also wonder if I can still maintain such fairness?"

Under the dim light of the oil lamp, his long shadow stretched out. He carefully folded the blue magic robe and put it into his bag. He rubbed his hands together, washed up briefly, crawled into bed, and closed his eyes. His brow shone brightly, and the sound of books could be faintly heard. Compared to the previous two, he was much more composed, more calm, and more expectant.

The oil lamp flickered inside, and the moonlight moved slowly. May everything go smoothly for you.

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In the medicinal herb garden halfway up the mountain, Han Zijin, having seen his sister off, pushed open the wooden gate and barged into the courtyard. He looked at the figure on the recliner covered in fine snow, opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say. After a long while, a chill crept up from the soles of his feet, making him shiver.

"Sir?"

"Hmm~ Don't be surprised when you see me again after tonight!" Changqing said with a smile, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.

Seemingly not wanting Changqing to lose his memory too early, Han Zijin became somewhat anxious and hurriedly asked what was on his mind: "Young Master, will you forget me after today?"

"No, it's just that how we met is different now. Other than that, I am still me, and you are still you. Nothing has changed."

Seeing Han Zijin hesitate, Changqing asked in confusion, "You don't want me to forget my memories?"

"Hmm, after you forget your memories, I'm afraid that when you remember them again, it will be time for us to part ways!" Han Zijin kept rubbing the ground with his feet. The snow-white ground looked as if it had been injured, dark and very conspicuous.

"You learned this from the demon seed? What do you think?" Changqing asked.

"I know that's inevitable, but I just can't bear to part with it." Han Zijin's voice rose considerably.

The snow crunched softly. Looking up again, Changqing was already standing before him: "There are too many things we can't control, whether it's the common people or us. Just like you want to protect your sister, I also have my reasons for becoming stronger. Since you can't bear to part with her, you can keep watch for me tonight!"

Those clear eyes reflected a halo around the moon, and it was a plea, exceptionally earnest.

Han Zijin's voice choked with emotion, but he nodded emphatically.

Inside the thatched hut, Han Zijin poked at the stove fire, seemingly trying to make it burn brighter, and the water was very hot.

In his gaze, he saw Changqing in green robes, washing up. Her hair was extremely long, almost reaching her waist. As her hair grew shorter and turned from green to black, she got into bed. Han Zijin stepped forward to tuck her in, his gaze fixed on Changqing for a moment: "You are an immortal, a very good immortal, the best I've ever seen~ You must come back~"

"Thank you~~"

Changqing smiled, closed his eyes slightly in the firelight, his brow radiant with gentle light, and a layer of white veil was gently lifted to reveal his undisguised true face.

Han Zijin watched in astonishment, his gaze finally settling on his brow, where a lifelike five-colored divine tree swayed, then quickly closed its outstretched leaves. The five-colored divine light gradually receded, its radiance dimming until it transformed into a seed. Han Zijin covered his mouth tightly, tears streaming down his chin.

How cruel this scene must have been in his memory. His grandmother had left him like that, all alone, without a sound. How much heartache must he have felt as a young boy?

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On the bed, Changqing felt very light, as if a gust of wind could blow him away. His consciousness lost its heaviness and sank into the past. The scenes in his memory were gradually enveloped and separated by the five-colored divine light. These memories became blurred little by little. Finally, two scenes appeared before his eyes: a tall building in his past life and a low mountain stone house.

Memories of his childhood were difficult to choose from. After a long while, Changqing suddenly smiled and said, "Even in the context of cultivation, memories of my past life are far too astonishing..."

Lost in a painting, the five-colored divine light began to erode and change her memories as she fell. Grandpa Zhao and Yu Linglong there had never told her about cultivation methods, and she had never known any demons. After being picked up by Grandpa Zhao, she grew up peacefully at the foot of a small mountain. One day, Grandpa Zhao disappeared, and Sister Linglong said she went to look for him. She was born and came to this place to wait for the two to return.

In the small town at the foot of the mountain, in the courtyard behind the clinic, Jie Xinyu seemed to sense something, raising her cheeks and quietly waiting for the snowflakes to fall. The snowflakes were cold and real. She never thought that one day people would be willing to entrust their safety to her, who was so weak. She glanced at the seal that Changqing had placed on her wrist and broke it with a gentle force. The little girl seemed to have gained great courage.

The town began to quiet down, seemingly waiting for everyone to transform.

The sleep was warm. I woke up from the bed in the thatched hut, stretched, and suddenly felt that the corner of the quilt was very heavy. I saw a boy lying next to me, fast asleep.

"Zijin? Why are you sleeping here? It's so cold, don't catch a cold!"

Gently nudged the boy, who opened his hazy eyes. Hearing the kind words, he looked in the direction of the voice with some longing, only to see a pair of clear but lifeless eyes. This awakened youth was completely different from the otherworldly appearance he had last night. He had become ordinary, fallen into the dust, like an ordinary person whose edges had been worn down by life, no longer so dazzling.

Faced with Han Zijin's aggressive gaze, the young man got goosebumps all over his body, as if he were looking at a stranger, a monster!

"What's wrong?" The young man touched his face.

"No, it's nothing!" Han Zijin replied immediately, but there was something strange in his voice that even he could sense.

A slightly cool hand touched Han Zijin's forehead, which was a little hot: "Didn't you sleep well last night? Should I ask Boss Xie for a day off for you?"

"I'm fine! It's already this late, you should quickly wash up and go help out at the pharmacy." Han Zijin stood up and went next door, but his expression was much more downcast.

strangeness!!

The young man scratched his head, stood up and stretched, then stared blankly at the clothes in front of him on the clothes rack, shaking his head:

"Boss Jie is too generous. This gold-threaded black dragon brocade must be worth a lot of money. He just gave it away like that. I don't know when I'll be able to repay this favor. Speaking of which, I still need to save money to buy a big house for Grandpa Zhao and Sister Linglong! I can't talk about repaying the favor. I can only work harder so that Boss Jie can earn more money."

His outstretched hand suddenly froze, and he shook his head: "No, this outfit is too flashy. Who in this small town would dress like that? It's like being a celestial being!" His gaze swept around, and on a table not far away, several faded blue shirts came into view, next to which was a fur coat.

That's right!

The young man nodded, dressed neatly, touched his short hair, and went out. The cold wind was biting, and he couldn't help but shiver. He saw Han Zijin sweeping snow to the side and couldn't help but sigh: "No wonder he practices martial arts. He is so much younger than me, but he is much more useful." He felt a little inferior.