Wu Xuemei glanced at Zhang Jian in confusion, and picked up another pillow from the bed and placed it on his back. Zhang Jian tried his best to hold his head firmly with both hands. Countless memory fragments emerged in his head. Some of these memory fragments were with him, and some without him, but these scenes were never experienced in his 21 years of life. He seemed to be a child who picked up a small piece of shell next to the torrent of memory. The tide of memory in his head hit his ankles one by one, and passed the cold touch. Zhang Jian felt that he had an endless interpretation of the story but could not catch the slightest phantom.

He pursued the embankment of the torrent of memory, step by step trying to see what was under the water clearly, but the turbid vortex fluttered all the bubbles. He watched the memory flow from his mind to an unknown place, unable to retain it. In the torrent of memory, a real and illusory figure sang a sad song in a language that Zhang Jian could not understand.

"I don't know you, where are you? The wind stops, the rain is tired, I don't see you, where are you? We are in the past grass, you hold the kite string in the sky, I..."

Zhang Jian listened to the song, and as he listened, a tear fell. The tears turned into a flying butterfly, tangled and fell on the figure. Finally, they turned into countless colorful bubbles and disappeared into the torrent of memory. Zhang Jian gently took a small purple bubble, and the bubble fell stickyly in Zhang Jian's hand, and a memory suddenly appeared in Zhang Jian's head. The loft platform, the gilded jade pillar, a man and a woman sat on the throne high above, and countless people below worshiped under the plaque in the hall, and a few big words appeared on the plaque - "Lingxiao Palace".

Zhang Jian slowly let go of his head, lay on the cushioned pillow, muttering: "Lingxiao Palace... Lingxiao Palace..." Wu Xuemei, who was beside him, asked in confusion: "What kind of palace, you can't be fooled, right?" After saying that, he shook his head and muttered the names of several Chinese medicine masters. He hoped to show this "silly son" his condition. Alas, I am a nanny who works hard.

Zhang Jian looked at the strange expression on Lao Wu's face speechlessly. With his years of friendship with Lao Wu, he definitely knew that Lao Wu must be thinking about something maliciously. In order to quickly drive away the strange thoughts in his head, Zhang Jian changed the topic and said: "Do you know the Heavenly Court?"

Wu Xuemei stopped her strange thoughts, pondered for a moment, and asked curiously: "How do you know about the Heavenly Court? The treasure hall you mentioned just now is not the palace of the Heavenly Court, right?" Wu Xuemei was full of interest when she mentioned the matter of the Heavenly Court. He said arrogantly: "You know that my surname is Wu, and my ancestors are Wu Daozi, a famous painter in the Tang Dynasty. I remember that my ancestors were extraordinary in painting skills and were called the Painting Saint of the World. Even the Heavenly Court had heard of his reputation, so they specially gave up the Heavenly Office to ask him to become an official, but they were rejected by the ancestors, otherwise they would be considered a god among the gods."

Zhang Jian looked at Lao Wu in surprise, but he didn't expect that he had such a connection with Heavenly Court. However, Lao Wu raised his eyebrows and seemed to have something unspeakable. Zhang Jian laughed and scolded with anger: "You are pretending to be a great god, okay. The great god asks for advice."

Wu Xuemei nodded with satisfaction, with a childish expression. Then he nervously leaned against Zhang Jian's ear and said, "I heard that in the late Ming Dynasty, the Heavenly Court was destroyed by an unknown force. At that time, blood rain fell from the sky, and ninety-nine bells rang between the heavens. At that time, the cultivation world recorded that this was the heaven and earth to send the Jade Emperor to the Heavenly Court. You should know everything about the future. The gods retreated and the spiritual power was exhausted. The Taoist priests in the entire cultivation world could only wait for death, or they never knew that they were flirting with the corner.

The Immortal Law and Human Taoist chapter left by the Jade Emperor in the early years has only survived to this day. These have no effect on us who practice human Taoism. However, in the past two years, there have been a stream of powerful evil thoughts between heaven and earth. Many demons absorb these evil thoughts and began to grow stronger, while some Taoist priests practice by purifying these demons to absorb the fortunes in it. So you don’t have to feel strange when you see Taoist priests in the secular world in the past two years. After all, Taoist priests have been weak for so many years, and some Taoist priests have very ugly eating habits. You should be careful then."

Zhang Jian looked surprised. Why did so many things happen all of a sudden in just a few years? Thinking of the group of men in black who attacked his father and his father later disappeared bizarrely, he felt that everything had been since then, and it has not ended yet, and it seemed that he felt that he was getting more and more intense.

On the battlefield in Hangzhou, a team of large mechanical crossbows carrying hundreds of armed vehicles drove on the streets of Hangzhou. One of the men with a large alloy bow carrying an anxious look on the driver in front of him. Perhaps not satisfied with the speed of the vehicle, he picked up an arrow in his hand and put it on the bow to urge the force of his body to shoot with force. The strong force attached to the bow and arrow pulled him to the flying arrow all at once, like a phantom above the bow and arrow. The arrows were flying at the speed of sound, and soon they reached the broken military position.

He landed on the ground, his eyes were full of devastation. The smoke of gunfire, the broken limbs and arms were broken, and the sound of gunshots were covered by waves of roars. He saw one of the soldiers' brains sank on the ground with explosive brains, holding a bundle of grenades that had no time to explode; he saw one of the soldiers' hearts being pierced by a huge weapon, and the gun in his hand fell lonely a few steps away from his body; he saw that almost all the members of the Flying Dragon Special Forces were killed in battle on the way of the mechanical beasts charging, and the energy of the spiritual weapons was almost exhausted. All the soldiers faced forward and their backs were facing backward, and almost no one survived. He walked to the corpse of a soldier, and tidied up his messy military uniform before his death with both hands. He held the giant bow firmly in his hand and walked forward with great strides.

The battle between Bogu and Deng Yanping had already left the battlefield. Bogu's hands were covered with scars, and the wound cut by the fine tools was oozing blood bit by bit. The knife on Deng Yanping's hand looked like a blood-sucking monster, and the blade changed from snow-white to blood-red. There was a huge scratch on Deng Yanping's shoulder, and a black and red corrosive force eroded the flesh and blood on the wound. The two had their own battles, and they could not do anything to each other.

Bo Gu felt the blood on the battlefield and said to Deng Yanping with a smile: "Now your army has been completely destroyed, and you are the only one left. Are you still going to fight?"

Deng Yanping could also judge the situation behind him. His low voice was like a wild wolf hunting, hesitating but he didn't want to give up on this hunt: "Whatever you want, your behavior today will definitely cost you. This is China's territory, not the Africa you were in before."

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!