All the worlds of me and you in quick time travel

There are fewer and fewer things that Yuehua can discard. The body function is not a root buried in the soil, and the leaves will grow again after being picked. It is a non-renewable energy source. If it is gone, it will be gone.

He also thought about giving up the seven emotions and six desires, but after thinking about it, he still needs to punish those who violate the way of heaven. If the seven emotions and six desires are gone, he will make mistakes in judgment, and he cannot give up the three souls and seven souls.

Nails and hair that can grow are just a drop in the bucket, and the light of fireflies is useless.Yuehua thought, he needs an immortal body, like Tai Sui, he can grow again if he is gone.However, it is impossible to think about it.

But if he calculates hard, he can be regarded as immortal.The birthplace of the Yue clan was destroyed, and he was the only remaining Yue clan. If no one was born, he would not really die, he would just die and come back to life.

It is also one of the benefits.

He used his skills to strengthen the seal from time to time, and he could practice again after his cultivation was gone. This was the only thing that made him gratified.He is like a power bank, plugged in, fed himself up, and then exhausted himself.

He thought, if there is something that doesn't have to be so dangerous, it would be great, after all, he has made a lot of enemies, once someone bumps into him, it's not as simple as just joking.

Until one day, he stumbled upon something.

He wandered around with nothing to do, and unknowingly arrived in the underworld, three hundred miles of fiery red, three hundred miles of snow white, swaying.In Yuehua's eyes, half of it is dark, and half is bright, and it is hard to tell what is what.Maybe after a while, he can't even think about what the color looks like.

People who saw Mengpo soup would condense their memories into light spots, scatter them in all directions, and then a Manjusawa plant would be born.It was the first time Yuehua knew that memories could also become entities.

Manzhusawa is washed in the Wangchuan River, loses its color, and returns to its original color.People will take manjuluohua to the world, and then bring back a manjusawa.

He has a strong memory, and he can memorize books after reading them once.It's too complicated to read, and I always have to look it up in my head when I think about it.Yuehua thought, if some things are destined to be forgotten, can they be used?I fill the boundaries with yesterday's self, leaving a blank space and living in the present.

If a person abandons his memory, isn't it equivalent to denying his own life?None of them could do it, but Yuehua did it, because he has no one to care about in this world, and he stands alone, just like his name, 'du'.

He was born to suppress the border. He didn't think there was anything wrong with what he did. It was written in his rules and dogmas. He never felt unwilling or unfair, as if he was living in the remnants of feudalism. For the rest of the people, they couldn't hold back their thoughts.

He kept some necessary things, and then extracted his own memory.In addition to the densely packed books, there is a border of black and white.He thought, maybe next time he won't know where the road to the underworld is.

He ran to the eighteenth heaven, the sacred tree on Wannian Mountain, begged for a seed, and planted a tree on the border.The rhizome is thick and spreads for ten miles, and the branches and leaves are luxuriant, covering the sky and the sun.Yuehua has lived for a long time, and he extracts memories bit by bit, not just a little bit.He broke those things into pieces, tore them into pellets, put them in spherical hockey pucks, and hung them on trees.When it gets dark, you can see a little silver light.Just like the aurora, there are wisps and wisps wandering in it, like a school of ornamental fish, full of vitality.

The huge trees are covered with lights, and every other day, a ball of light will shatter, and a ray of memory will dissipate on the border.

You throw away the fragments of memory, and there is no such thing in your mind. It is extraction, not backup, just like yesterday in the past, which will never come back.Rather than losing the memory, it is better to say that it is losing the relationship, breaking the heart into pieces, and losing the heart.

How a person is depends to a large extent on the memory of his life. Because of the experience, he knows what to do and determines what kind of person he will become.And just like a paintbrush, life is a blank paper, what you draw on it, you are what kind of person you are.Is it ink painting, watercolor painting, oil painting, sketch, or something else...

Only by retaining the memory can a person know, ah, I really exist in this world.

Memory is also evidence of survival, not only for others, but also for yourself.

But Yuehua's behavior is like pressing an undo button and taking an eraser.Little by little, he is clearing his own life trajectory, maybe one day, he will become a blank sheet of paper again, and then Yuehua will disappear, and the one who will be born again will not be him, the him yesterday is already dead , he killed himself with his own hands.

Once a person loses his memory, he is not him anymore, the former him will never come back, it's like a strange person has been replaced in the same skin.

Yuehua thought for a long time, and he left a few things behind.Yue Clan Training, Father, Great War, Frontier, Cang Yao, and who is he and what is he going to do.

But memory is also divided into valuable and worthless.Most of the things that are glanced at and without emotion are extracted, and most of them are dull.The more deeply and reluctantly something, the brighter the light and the stronger the power.Yuehua suddenly felt that the memory was like a living body.

There is no other way, all the valuable ones are left behind, so there is no way around the border.Yuehua thought of an idea, he wrote down the memory, only kept the clan motto and the battle.Everything else has become the light on the tree, the pen and ink on the paper.

He kept what he wrote down in his mind, and then started to wander around, trying to live his life to the fullest every day, so that there would be more meaningful memories to draw.He regarded himself as a blood bag, and the border was a leech he raised.

Memories will be dusty after a long time and will no longer be so clear.Every day, Yuehua will consider extracting memories and weave them into silver-white flying objects. Dragonflies, butterflies, cicadas, or other cute little animals she sees will swim back to the border by the wind, climb on the trees, and light up The balls of light are like dots of stars.

In the past, Yuehua always didn't care about this, and didn't care about that. She said she was gentle and enthusiastic, but next time she would never remember seeing you, because she was indifferent to the bottom of her heart. Shaking it around a few times, it is estimated that I can still leave an impression.

Now Yuehua will deliberately remember those people, everything she encountered, observe the subtleties, and enrich her mind a bit.

Later, he let his body instinctively remember some things, such as fighting, such as using the crescent moon, or sealing the border.

Afterwards, her brain didn't work anymore, just like a permanently stuck phone that exploded, or a computer that had frequent installation and uninstallation problems, Yuehua's memory began to decline.What has been done on the front foot is forgotten on the back foot. Those memories are like fish in the water, and Yuehua is clumsy, so he can't catch them no matter what.

Yuehua thought, he needs to take a rest and give his head a break, maybe he will be fine.During this period of time, I am afraid that I can only use my skills to support it.

Without the body sacrifices of the Yue clan, the magic circle on the border collapsed very quickly.Yuehua thought, the first generation Yuezhi must be a fool.It's not good to set up a magic circle, but you want a living one. If you keep it like this, you may become a spirit one day, and you will get up and swallow Yueshi.

When Yuehua returned to the border, there were still many fragments on the tree, which were almost broken, and it was estimated that it would take tens of thousands of years.

Tens of thousands of years are enough for Yuehua to recover her skills.The appetite of the magic circle is getting bigger and bigger, and Yuehua is already a little bit powerless.

Yuehua is back and forth, the oldest god in the vicissitudes of life, even Cang Yao is tens of thousands of years younger than him, and he has been successful for thousands of years, and has never encountered anything that can make the EKG go up.The only time he had witnessed the cruelty and horror in the battle when he was a child was when he lost his father, and his emotions were exposed.It was the only sad thing he had ever experienced.He wasn't lucky, but he wasn't unlucky either. Everything seemed to be at the zero point, without exception or boundary.

On this day, Yuehua's lucky value reached below zero and became a negative value.

He strengthened the border and used the skills he had cultivated.Then he meets someone.

In the eyes of that person, madness was revenge. The person said that Yuehua broke up his marriage and ruined everything about him, but Yuehua, who had lost his memory, lost his mind a long time ago, and couldn't remember where he had seen this person.In Yuehua's eyes, the man was holding a black sword in his hand, surrounded by black aura, I don't know what it was, it looked a bit out of the righteous way, and it looked a little familiar.

Yuehua, who lost most of her cultivation base, couldn't beat him.

Being stabbed, pierced through the heart, that was the first time Yuehua bleeds.

heartache.

He touched the sword unconsciously, feeling a little familiar to the touch, as if he had met it somewhere before.The sword was trembling, Yuehua thought, there should be a sword spirit.Speaking of it, he seemed to have seen a sword spirit before, he was very good-looking, he said he was called Wuliang, and he was a sword of evil.But it looks very gentle, not like a man with evil spirit, his smile is like the sunshine shining through the heart of stone around his waist, very soft and warm.

Yuehua looked at this man and felt that he was a little crazy.

He pushed Yuehua away, but Yuehua had no strength and could only collapse on the ground.The faint light is about to be corroded by darkness.Yuehua's nails began to turn black, and even her silver hair was no longer pure.The body of the Yue clan is their biggest barrier. They are the collection of the essence of the moon and the condensation of moonlight.Their biggest characteristic is that they remain unchanged. No matter how the moon changes, it will eventually return to a perfect state.They seem to be changing, but in essence, they have always been the same.

The man went crazy, laughed wildly and inserted the sword with Yuehua's blood into the magic circle on the border, trying to destroy the circle.But he didn't expect that the sword spirit actually disobeyed his orders, and used some method to fuse with the magic circle.It wasn't just Yuehua who added to the magic circle, but the flesh and blood of those people had already completely integrated into the magic circle with the passing of time and became a part of it.

The man drew out his sword, but the sword began not to listen to him. The man was annoyed, and he swung his sword to cut down. The giant tree collapsed, and his memory scattered, wandering in the air.

In Yuehua's memory, the last thing he saw was a strong collision of black and white. He thought in his heart, it seems that the magic circle needs to be sealed again. It's not very good to toss like this.