For Li Xiuyuan, recovering his memory is a top priority, regardless of whether he can break through to the extraordinary overnight, or rush all the way to the eighth level of the dragon body.

It's not particularly important to him. He can cultivate slowly, but he has waited too long to restore his memory.

Not to mention that Nangong Ruyu in front of him followed him all day long and called him master. Just the memory fragments that appeared in his mind from time to time and tortured him from time to time were enough for him.

For most monks, losing their memory seems to be a fortunate thing. After all, they can let go of a lot of responsibilities and no longer have to be responsible for certain people and things.

However, Li Xiuyuan, who has experienced countless life and death tests, is a guy who wants to restore his memory no matter what the cost, for no other reason.

Even if it was for the woman he met in Tianxiang City who fainted in his arms and said she was his mother, he had to find a way to restore his memory!

After forcing myself to calm down for ten years, hope is now in front of me.

Although after his memory is restored, he has to face many painful choices.

...

The wind and snow continued unabated, and the Great Dream Lake was frozen to the ground. The rippling lake surface and tall reeds in the past could no longer be seen. There was only a white and chilling atmosphere in sight.

The cold here is almost as cold as the Valley of the Dead. If Xiaoqing and Xiao Longer hadn't collected a lot of pine branches from the surrounding areas in the summer, the four of them would have been crowded in the cave and freezing this winter.

It's still early and the morning breeze is like a knife!

There was silence everywhere, and Li Xiuyuan stood in the morning wind like a knife, using his Shura sword to cut the snow in the wind, turning himself into a snowman.

Because he was so focused, he even forgot that a fire and water were being boiled in the wooden shed not far behind him, and someone was quietly watching him slash the snow with one sword after another.

The sword was too heavy, and Li Xiuyuan, who was twelve years old again, obviously didn't have enough strength.

He could only seemingly clumsily slash out the Shura sword weighing five hundred kilograms again and again.

This is the purest form of swordsmanship. It does not contain a trace of Ruoshui sword energy, nor does it produce a trace of flaming sword energy.

At this moment, Li Xiuyuan even forgot what it means to lift a light weight as if it were a heavy weight, or to lift a heavy weight as if it were a light weight.

He just wanted to use his purest physical strength to perform the simplest sword move in the world!

Just like he asked Xiao Longer and the three girls, this winter, he will try to use the Shura sword in his hand to chop off five snowflakes with one sword.

In this knife-like wind and snow, he suddenly understood the truth that there is no end to practice. He seemed to be very powerful, but he just increased the weight of the Shura Sword in his hand to five hundred kilograms, and had to start all over again.

After cutting countless swords, he finally couldn't bear the exhaustion and stopped his sword moves.

He looked up to the sky and sighed, turned around and walked towards the wooden shed.

When he first looked up, he looked at the woman holding a cup of tea with smoke in her eyes and laughed: "You came at the right time. Five days have passed since my apprentice passed through Nirvana..."

Feeling the warmth in the room, Li Xiuyuan shook off the snow on his body and reached out to add two pieces of pine wood to the brazier.

After being reborn from nirvana, the Phoenix Spirit was in a good mood. He looked at the unfazed young man in front of him and showed a knowing smile.

He smiled softly and said: "If it hadn't been for the thunderstorms that woke me up one after another, I'm afraid I would have slept until the beginning of next spring!"

Li Xiuyuan picked up the teapot on the table and poured hot tea for himself. He smiled bitterly and said, "You couldn't wake up from your sleep. You don't know that I've been anxiously looking forward to it all day long."

Phoenix Spirit chuckled, reached out and took out the jade box and gently pushed it in front of Li Xiuyuan.

He said with great emotion: "This time I owe you a huge favor... I only used half of the flowers, and I kept the rest for you, maybe it will be useful in the future.

"

Li Xiuyuan was stunned. He didn't expect that this heaven-defying divine flower could be returned to his hands, and he couldn't help but feel a little excited.

He nodded and silently put the jade box away, thinking that it might actually come in handy one day.

After all, after recovering his memory, he has to face too many things.

"So, when can my work begin?"

Taking back the Bana Flower, what he is most concerned about right now is his many things. This winter, all the monks in the Shura Heaven are practicing, and he is the same.

After all, he is still waiting for the phoenix essence and blood to help him refine the blue dragon and divine dragon essence and blood to help him cultivate his body and reach a higher realm.

"I'm already sitting here, do you still need to be anxious?"

Phoenix Spirit poured out the remaining tea in the pot and added snow water to the pot. He looked at him and said, "Is there any spiritual tea that I haven't drunk before? Don't be stingy about taking it out."

Not sure whether it was because it was early or because he was in a good mood, Li Xiuyuan was slightly startled, then took out the spiritual tea and poured it into the pot. He looked at the flames burning on the stove and sighed softly.

I have been looking forward to something for more than ten years, but I didn't expect it to be right in front of me, but I feel uneasy.

When the water boiled, the aroma of tea rose. Li Xiuyuan replaced Phoenix with the spirit tea, then he picked up a cup and put it to his nose and took a gentle sniff.

He didn't have much of this tea left.

In the days to come, he could only drink the Fucheng spring tea that Huangfu Qingmei gave him when he was in Ding'an City.

If you want to drink such spiritual tea, it will take you not even a hundred years, but maybe fifty years.

After all, Long Qingfeng had to explain to him repeatedly the dangers of the road to heaven. It was the extraordinary realm that led to the road to heaven, and the current Poxu realm came to the Shura battlefield.

If you are not careful, you may take your life at any time.

The Phoenix Spirit just held the cup between his lips and smelled it, then froze. It seemed that he remembered his sad past, and two crystal tears fell down from his eyes.

She didn't say anything, just drank the spiritual tea in the cup one mouthful at a time, and then took a deep breath.

Looking at Li Xiuyuan, he asked: "This is the smell of Tianyu Street. Have you been to that place?"

When Li Xiuyuan heard this, he thought, are you from there too?

"I once had the chance to go to that place between life and death... After staying there for two years, in order to come to the Shura battlefield to find my senior, I had to return here from the Nine Abyss of Tianxiang Academy...

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After drinking two cups of spiritual tea carefully, Li Xiuyuan told the Phoenix Spirit about his past in Tianyu City.

"You are such a fool... How many people practice desperately just to ascend one day. I didn't expect that you had already ascended with the dragon, but you foolishly came back to find me..."

"You little fool...don't you know there's a Phoenix Valley up there? You just have to go there...with some effort at most, you're such a fool!"

Phoenix Spirit was deeply moved by Li Xiuyuan's determination to restore his memory. She had never seen a monk who was willing to give up the upper world and go back to the lower world through the nine abyss in order to restore the memory she wanted...

"I asked the master in Tianyu City, and he said there was nothing he could do about my matter. The master I met before just told me that my chance was in the Shura battlefield."

Li Xiuyuan, who was obsessed with thinking, naturally wanted to listen to Long Qingfeng.

After all, the old man had no reason to deceive himself. He himself had ascended back to the Shenlong Continent, and there was really no need to hide the truth about himself.

The Phoenix Spirit looked at him and sighed: "This is the spiritual tea in my memory. I haven't drunk it in a thousand years. I miss home!"

Li Xiuyuan looked at her and laughed, and said softly: "That's not easy. In a few years, when the Shura battlefield is closed, you will be able to go back."

The two had three courses of tea. Li Xiuyuan, who was in a fluctuating mood, removed the things on the table, took out pens, inks, paper and inkstones, poured some tea into them, and slowly rubbed half of the thick ink.

Shura's body broke through the battlefield and soared, he entered reincarnation by the Forgotten River, and his parents looked at the horizon in the great dream lake.

He wanted to try out his brushstrokes after breaking through.

Is it like water or like fire?

Breathing deeply into his chest, his pen and sword moved like meteors, and he copied the poem he was going to write in the Tianyu Pavilion in Tianxiang City again.

As the last stroke passed through the air, a clean cinnabar seal fell at the end of the word, but it was Luoxia Immortal.

Phoenix Spirit didn't expect that this guy stopped making tea while he was talking, and instead picked up his pen to express his feelings.

He murmured in his mouth: "...it is expected that the broken part of the heart will be cut off every year, on a bright moonlit night, in the short pine hills."

Thinking about his experience on the Shura battlefield, Phoenix Spirit felt that Li Xiuyuan's poem was written by him, and for a while, the mist spread in his eyes again.

Isn't it true that my loved ones are like the bright moon in the sky, and I can only look up and think with my head down every night?

After a while, she regained her excitement, and then she looked carefully at Anli Xingjian. As she looked again and again, a strange smile appeared on her face.

"Is this the power of Ruoshui? No, no, the flame here seems to burn away all the injustice in the world... Little guy, if your flame becomes more solid, it will probably burn.

....."

Holding his chest, Phoenix Spirit looked at him and continued: "I like this poem that combines the power of the sword of water and the artistic conception of fire, so it belongs to me. I will find a way to compensate you another day.

Bar."

After speaking, he didn't wait for Li Xiuyuan to reply, but gently glued the wet ink on with the silk scarf in his hand.

However, before she could roll it up... there was only a bang, and a flame rose from the paper, and it burned up before the two of them could recover.

Li Xiuyuan originally just wanted to express his sorrow, but he didn't expect that his flaming sword power was about to be completed, and he couldn't help feeling a little happy in his heart.

Looking at the Phoenix Spirit, he smiled and said: "It seems that I have to rewrite it someday and give it to my seniors!... I already have the Dragon Fire, and all I need is the Phoenix Flame."

Phoenix Spirit looked at the ashes on the table and said blankly: "I also want to see how terrifying this flaming sword that combines the fire of the dragon and the flames of the phoenix will be."

In her opinion, this is the only monk in the world who can combine the fire of the dragon and the flame of the phoenix for thousands of years.

Li Xiuyuan pointed in the direction of the cave and said with a smile: "I will roast the dragon meat at noon, have a drink with my senior, and then start my practice. I can't wait any longer."

Phoenix Spirit poured the third cup of spiritual tea for the two of them, and said with a smile: "Your apprentice just completed Phoenix Nirvana and survived from spring to winter. You are in much more trouble than her..."

Li Xiuyuan was stunned, and then he remembered that what he had to face was not breaking through the realm, but refining three kinds of divine blood between heaven and earth, and breaking through the realm...

Will he be reborn like a phoenix like his apprentice?

If that's the case, will I be a dragon or a phoenix in the future?

Li Xiuyuan, who had not recovered his memory, had forgotten that his physical body was not just the body of a divine dragon.

He has been practicing the Buddhist formless body technique since the Five Realms Dynasty. Now that his physical body has broken through to the formless golden body, how can it be integrated and swallowed by the dragon and the phoenix?

This was just an afterthought. It was not until many years later that he understood that he, who never chose, still had to make a choice at the last moment.

"Even if it takes more effort, this junior will still have to complete this transformation!"

Looking at the large field of reeds hidden in the wind and snow behind the cave, Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but smile as he thought about the way the green reeds swayed gently under the rippling blue waves in the spring breeze.

Where there is hope, there will be vitality, and only a vibrant Dreamland will be able to support all living beings.

Even if he spends several springs, summers, autumns and winters to recover his memory, so what?
Chapter completed!