He Came From The Forbidden Land, Waving His Sleeves To Write About Immortality

The divine punishment came very quickly and suddenly.

Disappear faster and more abruptly.

Before the dazzling bright light that shrouded the entire world completely dissipated, many creatures with advanced cultivation discovered the strangeness of God Burial Slope.

The figure shrouded in starlight that had existed for more than ten thousand years disappeared inexplicably.

Not a single trace was left.

Only a crack connecting the sky and the earth was left above the God Burial Slope.

There is no luster inside, and there is chaos surging, but it has never been able to break through the cracks and come to the world.

Since then, this crack that connects heaven and earth has become the only forbidden place in the world: Tianyuan.

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Qingpingzhou, Taiping Town.

In a wooden house that was not too big, a man with an ordinary face was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, as if he had fallen into a coma.

Outside the house, a beautiful woman in a gauze dress was cooking medicine on the stove.

Not long after, she brought the prepared medicine into the room with a smile on her face.

She half sat on the edge of the bed, carefully scooped up a spoonful of medicine and fed it into the man's mouth.

But the man fell into a coma and could not swallow the medicine in his mouth.

The woman hurriedly picked up the towel and wiped away the spilled medicinal soup.

He turned back to look at the gray-haired old man who was writing furiously not far away. He frowned slightly and said, "Grandpa! Stop writing that crappy storybook and pinch his mouth open for me."

The old man acted as if he hadn't heard anything and was still busy writing, looking a little excited.

When the woman saw this, her brows furrowed even deeper. She carefully placed the medicine bowl in her hand, then walked quickly to the old man's side, stretched out her green-white jade hands and skillfully grabbed the old man's ears.

"Ouch!"

It was only at this moment that the old man stopped writing and screamed.

The woman put her hands on her hips and said with a sullen look on her face: "I told you, stop writing! Give me the medicine!"

The old man stretched his neck and said with a painful expression: "Oh, my dear grandson, you have taken away all my inspiration! Didn't the doctor already tell you? He will be fine. He will wake up after a while! What about you? It doesn't matter whether you take the medicine or not, why bother? Maybe he will wake up as soon as you turn around."

The woman didn't let go, but she tightened her grip even more, scolding: "Put down the pen and give me the medicine!"

Unexpectedly, the old man suddenly opened his eyes wide, looked straight at the bed, and said excitedly: "Look, look! What did I say? Wake up!"

The woman turned around with some confusion, and sure enough she found that the man who had been lying on the bed for a full day slowly opened his eyes.

She immediately let go of her hand holding Grandpa's ear, walked quickly to the edge of the bed, and said with a surprised smile: "Are you awake?!"

As if his thoughts were confused because he had just woken up, the man with an ordinary face had a dull expression and his eyes were blank, and he did not respond to her concern.

The woman continued with concern on her face: "What is your name? Where is your home? Why did you faint in the ravine?"

Looking at the beautiful face so close, the man was in a daze for a moment before slowly saying: "My name is... what?"

This sentence made the woman frown slightly, but before she could speak, the grandfather behind her clapped his hands hard and said with excitement: "See! Amnesia! It's exactly the same as the script I just wrote!"

After saying that, he rushed to the man impatiently and asked: "Are you an immortal? You cut off all the past just to open up a new path that is not within the way of heaven but also transcends reincarnation, right?"

"The Immortal... a new path?"

The man's expression became more and more confused. His mind was empty, he had nothing, and he did not understand what the old man said.

The old man looked excited and wanted to say something else, but was stopped by his precious granddaughter.

"You're obsessed with writing in your storybook, aren't you? Why are you talking nonsense in front of others? Come on, come on, don't bother me!"

The old man was pushed out of the room by his granddaughter.

Bang!

The door was closed by the woman.

"Oh! My pen and paper are still in there! My dear granddaughter, open the door! Open the door! The inspiration must not stop!"

Ignoring her grandfather's call, the woman walked to the edge of the bed and said with an apologetic smile: "I'm sorry, my grandfather is too obsessed with writing scripts. Occasionally he may talk nonsense. Don't worry about it."

Facing her explanation, the man looked even more confused and said, "Script? What is it?"

This sentence made the woman frown.

She picked up a wooden comb from the bedside and asked the man, "Do you know what this is?"

"What's this?"

This answer made the woman helpless.

The situation was worse than she thought.

The man in front of me has indeed lost his memory. Apart from being able to talk, he has no common sense.

Looking at the other party's eyes that were confused and confused, the woman sighed slightly and said: "You can stay here for now. Later I will ask the doctor to come over and help you take a look. By the way, my name is Deng Yuejiao, although you look better than me." You should be older, but you don’t remember anything, so you should still call me Sister Yuejiao from now on, right?”

"Yuejiao...sister?"

The man's eyes were still full of confusion, and Deng Yuejiao didn't know whether he understood what she meant.

But she still responded.

"Yes, call me that from now on!"

The man nodded slightly and said slowly again: "Okay, Sister Yuejiao."

This time there was no hesitation and doubt as before.

Deng Yuejiao suddenly smiled and said, "It seems that although you have lost your memory, you are still quite clever."

"Smart...what do you mean?" The confused look on the man's face reappeared.

The smile on Deng Yuejiao's face was immediately replaced by distress.

She sighed and said, "Forget it and pretend I didn't say it."

Seeing that the man was still at a loss, Deng Yue's beautiful eyes turned slightly and she said, "You really don't remember your name?"

"I..." The man wanted to say that he didn't remember, but for some reason, the moment he opened his mouth, a strange name blurted out naturally: "My name is Lu Yuan."

"Lu Yuan? What a nice name! It seems that your amnesia is not too serious, and it is possible to recover!"

Deng Yuejiao tasted the word 'Lu Yuan' carefully. Although she didn't know what the meaning of this name was, it might help the person in front of her find his home as soon as possible.

The moment he said his name, Lu Yuan's mind seemed to be taken away by something, and he fell into a sluggish state.

It didn't take long for Deng Yuejiao to notice something unusual about him. She stretched out her plain white hand and waved it in front of Lu Yuan's eyes, and asked a little strangely: "What's wrong with you?"

Lu Yuan seemed to have come back to his senses, looked at the woman in front of him, and said with confusion on his face: "My heart..."

"Heart? What's wrong with your heart? Does it hurt?"

Deng Yuejiao grabbed one of Lu Yuan's hands and felt his pulse. The pulse was strong and strong, and it didn't look like there was anything wrong.

Lu Yuan shook his head blankly and said, "A flower and a mirror are in my heart."

Deng Yuejiao was a little confused.

a flower? A mirror? In your mind?

Is Lu Yuan still a cultivator? Can you see inside and have a magic weapon to protect yourself?

At this moment, the grandpa outside the house suddenly said excitedly: "I remembered, he must have a great treasure hidden in him! A great treasure that will help him open up a new road! My dear granddaughter, open the door quickly and let grandpa check him. !”