Genius Beast Master

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Han Wuxie turned his head in displeasure and glanced sideways at the person behind him. Seeing his flattering smile, he no longer stopped him from following him.

The stream was gurgling, and she sat on a big rock. Her hands, as white as gelatin, went deep into the water. The cool touch made her feel calm.

Hua Qianye chuckled gently and moved forward. Seeing that she was not looking at him, he moved closer and stood behind her. He slowly stretched out his hand to caress her hair, just like how she caressed the stream. It was light and gentle.

His movements were so smooth that he actually held her hair back.

He took out the hairpin from his arms. The hairpin he had at this moment was not the one she threw at him before, but a blue jade hairpin engraved with blue spiritual flowers.

She remained silent, her eyes looking at the reflection in the stream. His movements when twisting her hair were so gentle and his eyes were so affectionate. No matter how much anger he had, how could he let it out?

Han Wuxie reached out and touched her neat bun. It was Feiyun bun, which supported her elegant temperament.

"In the past, you often held up her hair on an isolated island?" Her voice had a hint of sourness.

Hua Qianye was stunned, walked up to her, knelt down, looked at her levelly, and said in a clear voice: "Xuan Minfeng is not so charming, only Hua Qianye can pull up her hair, and can..." He

He smiled mysteriously and did not say any more. Instead, he raised his sleeves, and a lyre flew out of his sleeves. He stroked the strings gently, with smooth and natural movements. The ethereal sound of the piano was filled with lingering love. This song represents people's hearts and spreads to close friends.

who.

Han Wuxie's eyes flickered slightly, and she was intoxicated by the music of the piano, looking at him in a daze.

I still remember that when he was in the mortal world, Murong Liyun's brother Murong Likai had good piano skills. At that time, he went to search for the sound of the piano, but he was greatly disappointed. Although the sound of the piano was good, it was not as pure as the sound. Because he went to search for the sound.

, Hua Qianye was quite jealous, but it was a pity that he couldn’t play the piano at that time. Could it be that...did he start to learn it from then on?

Han Wuxie smiled bitterly and shook his head. Maybe it was Xuan Min who played the piano?

Hua Qianye watched the joy in her eyes turn to bitterness, and couldn't help but frown. It wasn't until he finished playing the piano music that he slowly said, "Xuan Minfeng doesn't have such a taste. He can't play the piano."

Hearing this, Han Wuxie looked at him in disbelief and asked in a low voice: "Did you start learning from the mortal world?"

Hua Qianye looked into her eyes affectionately, nodded and said, "When you taught Zhu Fengmo, I studied seriously."

"Why don't you just ask me why you want to learn secretly?" Han Wuxie was a little confused. If he wanted to learn, he would definitely teach it seriously.

Hua Qianye stretched out his hand and scratched her nose. The movement was so natural, just like when the weapon was in the spirit, it was as natural as scratching her little nose.

"You won't be surprised, right?" He smiled, narrowed his eyes with a hint of drunken confusion, and even asked with a trace of blush: "Does it sound good? Do you have the qualifications to be your confidant?"

Han Wuxie's heart skipped a beat, looking at his drunken appearance, how could he resist his charm?

She nodded slightly, with a hint of fascination in her eyes, as if she was intoxicated by his music. Those who understand music can naturally hear the deep affection and longing in his music.

It has been four months since I came to the God Realm and separated from him. Although I have seen Xuan Minfeng during this period, it is still not him. Even if he has the same appearance, how can he be him without his memory in his soul?

Now, standing in front of me, isn't it the person I've longed for for a long time? But... like today, he obviously learned the piano and wanted to be his soulmate, but because of his lack of understanding of Xuan Minfeng, his efforts were almost in vain

painstaking efforts.

"I want to remember those memories." She once again brought up the topic that had made the two of them unhappy before.

Hua Qianye sighed and did not avoid it this time. Instead, she looked at her with distressed eyes and said in a low voice: "You also know that in your previous life, you were the eldest lady of the beast-controlling divine clan."

"I know." Han Wuxie nodded, raised a confident smile and said, "No matter what the memory is, do you think I will be stumped?"

Will she be stumped? From being a mortal in the immortal world, step by step, to becoming a god in just over ten years, what else can stump her?

Hua Qianye's face looked slightly melancholy. The stronger she looked on the outside, the softer she was on the inside. Nothing could trouble her, but why should she face all these difficulties?

Hua Qianye reached out and hugged her tightly, her eyes full of distress, her voice a little hoarse, "Wuxie, I really don't want you to think of unhappy things."

Feeling that he was holding her a little stiffly, she raised her eyes to meet his infinitely pitiful gaze. Han Wuxie's heart softened slightly. She stretched out her hand to support his back and said in a gentle voice: "There are unhappy things in my memory, too.

There must be someone who is happy, right? I want to feel what she is thinking when she is accompanied by Xuan Minfeng."

Hua Qianye's voice was still low and hoarse, conveying a deep sense of reluctance: "The memory Xuan Minfeng has is nothing more than entering the island and being with her for five years. Later she returned to the God Realm, and Xuan Minfeng was in the mortal world.

She has been practicing hard to find out what happened during her time in the God Realm, how she faced the demise of the beast-controlling clan, how she was captured by the demon god, and how she was forced by the demon god to hand over the beast-control music score. Xuan Minfeng could only learn from it.

Some people around me have heard that the situation was very bad at that time, and I’m afraid you won’t be able to bear it.”

Han Wuxie always maintained a calm smile and said gently: "In the mortal world, the fairy world, and now the divine world, isn't what I face inferior to what she has experienced?"

Hua Qianye shook her head helplessly and said with a wry smile: "I know it's not an easy journey for you, but..." He knew that if he didn't say something serious, she wouldn't give up. He said helplessly: "You have me with you.

With the help of contracted beasts and the companionship of two younger brothers, although the journey of cultivation is very difficult, it is also full of joys and sorrows. And what about her? She was sent to an isolated island when she was young. If Xuan Minfeng had not appeared, she would have been

How lonely and miserable would it be to be alone on an island for several years?"

Han Wuxie's face darkened slightly.

Hua Qianye wanted not to continue talking, but it seemed that she had not given up the idea of ​​retrieving her memories. Hua Qianye couldn't bear it, but she continued: "She went back to the God Realm, thinking she could return to her homeland, but after going back,

She didn't have the happiness she expected, but saw the destruction of the beast-controlling clan with her own eyes! She faced all this when she should have gone back the least! As a teenage girl, after all her relatives died, if she followed everything

Death was a kind of relief, but she was taken away by the Demon God. Xuan Minfeng couldn't find out how much torture she suffered at the hands of the Demon God! But even if he couldn't find out, he could guess it just by imagining it.

Yeah, it will definitely be uncomfortable if you fall into the hands of the devil!"

Han Wuxie's face was expressionless.

Hua Qianye finally couldn't bear to continue talking. He held her hand a little tighter and said in a low voice: "Wu Xie, isn't it good to just be Wu Xie? Everything in the past life is just a passing cloud, why bother to pursue troubles?"

Han Wuxie raised her head, but her eyes were stubborn and low. The black eyes seemed to be looking into a deep ancient well with no bottom, and there were more complex emotions in the cold ice.

"Innocent..." Hua Qianye felt for the first time that she couldn't figure it out and didn't know what she was thinking at the moment.

Han Wuxie lowered his eyes, and for a long time, his voice was as deep as the valley echo: "If she really suffered, how could I let her suffer in vain? To find the memory, maybe there is an unfulfilled wish. If before, I wanted to find her

The memory of her will give you the love of two lives, so now, I not only want to find the memory for this reason. I also want to fulfill my unfulfilled wish for her! If the devil kills her, then I will ask him to pay for it with his life!"

Hua Qianye froze and said in a bitter voice: "Xuan Minfeng almost died in order to save the last bit of her soul. If the mysterious old man hadn't saved her, Xuan Minfeng might have been gone at this moment. Even if the mysterious old man saved him,

Now this body can't defeat the Demon God. If he could kill the Demon God, he might have killed him long ago. Moreover, the Demon God's strength now is even more amazing than in the past. Even the Ancient God may not be his opponent.

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Han Wuxie frowned slightly, but still said firmly: "I must know how to retrieve the memories of my past life. Whether the memory is joy or sadness, hatred or resentment, I must know! I have the right to know!"

Hua Qianye saw that his eyes were firm and there was no room left, so she could only sigh and said: "The soul naturally has memory, and the memory is always in your body. Even if you don't look for it, you will know your past life as your cultivation level improves.

Or the memories of reincarnations from more lives. If you want to stimulate those memories in the fastest way, you can only go to the place where you died in your previous life."

"Where did she die?" Han Wuxie asked in a deep voice, "You should know where she died. Take me there!"

Hua Qianye was reluctant to hold her tightly, and finally asked: "Do we have to remember the past life? Can't we just be Han Wuxie who is carefree from now on?"

Han Wuxie looked at him with blue eyes, with melancholy, heartache, and reluctance, and raised a gentle smile. She knew that he cared about her, so how could she make him worry?

"Retrieve the memory. If she has an unfulfilled wish, I will help her fulfill it. From now on, I will be the truly carefree Han Wuxie, right?"

She stretched out her hand to caress Hua Qianye's face, and said with a hint of drunkenness in her voice: "I have always wanted to touch your face like this. Unfortunately, you were a weapon spirit in the past, so I could only touch the air and outline you.

I can finally touch your face today, and it turns out your face is so warm."

Hua Qianye knew that she was trying to please him because he was worried that she would be sad after she regained her memory. She didn't want him to worry about her. Because he understood, he obeyed her thoughts.

He reached out to hold her little hand that was touching his cheek, put her hand in front of his lips, and kissed her gently.

"Wuxie, if you insist, I will naturally comply with your wishes." He held her hand and flew away.

As the sky gradually dawned, Hua Qianye led Han Wuxie toward the southwest of the God Realm.

At three o'clock in the morning, he stopped.

"This is the bottomless cliff that separates the gods and demons." Hua Qianye's voice was clear, and he continued with emotion: "If you want to remember the past, you must jump from here. Although it is said to be a bottomless cliff, below is a thousand-year cold pool.

, it’s not really bottomless.”

"Did you die on the Thousand-Year Cold Pond in your previous life?" Han Wuxie frowned slightly. It was said to be a cliff in front of her, but it was an abyss that could not see the ground. If Hua Qianye hadn't told her that there was a Thousand-Year Cold Pond below, maybe

She really would have thought this was a bottomless cliff.

"Are you mentally prepared?" Hua Qianye held her hand, as if to give her warmth, and said softly: "If you are ready, I will take you down."

Han Wuxie glanced down, took a breath and said, "Okay!"

Hua Qianye put his arms around her waist, jumped into the air, and jumped.

Caught in the strong wind, surrounded by nothing but rocks, Han Wuxie didn't know how long she and Hua Qianye had been jumping down. It seemed like a long, long time, but when she lowered her eyes and looked down, it was still pitch black and she couldn't see the bottom.

The wind blew her so hard that she couldn't speak, for fear that if she spoke, the wind would get into her mouth.

She used the secret technique of sound transmission to ask: "How deep is it here? How long will it take to reach the cold pool?"

Hua Qianye also couldn't open her mouth to speak, so she sent a message: "When you feel cold."

"When it's cold?" Han Wuxie smiled bitterly, how long has it been since she felt cold? Because she has the ice attribute of the God's Root, her cold resistance has always been very strong.

As if guessing Han Wuxie's thoughts, Hua Qianye said: "Although the cold pool is called the Thousand-Year Cold Pool, the time it is located is probably not even billions of years. The person who named it was an ancient god. At that time

It has been a cold pool for thousands of years. After such a long time, the god who named it has passed away, but it is even colder. Back then, if the devil hadn't thrown you into the cold pool of thousands of years, Xuan Minfeng would

Even if I risk my life and rush into the cold pool to save your last soul, I won’t be injured, so much so that I almost lose my soul. Even Xuan Minfeng, who was able to defeat the power of the devil, can’t resist this thousand-year cold pool, your ice

The root of the attribute god will also fail, and you will definitely feel cold when you get close to it."

Han Wuxie nodded and said through a message: "If we stop on the cold pool, I can retrieve my memory?"

Hua Qianye replied via voice transmission: "Back then, the Xuanmin wind passed by here. There was an open space where you could rest by the edge of the cold pool. If you sit cross-legged there and relax your soul, your soul will be able to sense your past life memories."

The closer the two of them got to the depths of the cliff, the stronger the howling wind became, gradually bringing with it a biting coldness.

Han Wuxie could clearly hear the chattering sound of his upper and lower teeth. He had never experienced this kind of cold feeling since he had the root of God. It turned out that the feeling of cold was such a bone-piercing, heart-wrenching pain.

Hua Qianye hugged Han Wuxie tightly, but even he was trembling a little. His body was already cold and he could not give her any warmth.

He was so upset that he wanted to use spells to turn into flames. Unfortunately, any spell seemed to be ineffective above the cold pool. This was also the fundamental reason why Xuan Minfeng was so powerless back then and almost lost his soul. The cold pool here was very strange.

, not only will the god feel cold, but even spells will be unable to be used, as if the god and man are just mortals here, feeling cold and powerless.

The fog rose, and in the haze, the other party's face could not be seen clearly.

Han Wuxie felt extremely cold. Hua Qianye kicked a rock. Before they fell into the cold pool, a flat land appeared. He held Han Wuxie in his arms and rushed into the place as quickly as possible.

There was a piece of flat ground, and his back was leaning against the flat ground. Because the impact was too great, there was a sharp pain in his back.

Han Wuxie could clearly hear the crunching sound of the bones behind Hua Qianye.

She broke away from his arms and tried to help him up. Hua Qianye smiled bitterly and shook her head: "Don't move me, let me lie like this for a while."

"But..." Han Wuxie looked at him nervously, his eyes very worried.

Hua Qianye stretched out his hand and scratched her little nose. He remained motionless and said with a smile: "In Hantan, any magic power and any medicine are useless. If you are injured, you can only stay still and let it recover on its own.

, although it will take a longer time. I think by the time you recover your memory, I will be almost healed, so hurry up and cross your legs to look for your memory."

Han Wuxie suddenly leaned forward and placed a kiss on his lips. Her face instantly turned red, and she said guiltily, "You knew you were bound to get hurt, but you protected me and took it upon yourself."

Hua Qianye licked her lips with unfinished thoughts, narrowed her bewitching eyes, and smiled evilly: "If I get hurt, I can exchange a sweet kiss from you, and I would rather be hurt every day -"

Han Wuxie hurriedly covered his mouth and glared at him fiercely: "Don't talk nonsense!"

Hua Qianye stuck out her tongue and licked the hand covering her mouth. Han Wuxie quickly took her hand back as if she was electrocuted, rolled her eyes at him angrily, turned around and found a place to sit cross-legged.

The cold made it difficult for her to fall into trance, and the quiet and soothing music of the piano came to her ears.

She opened her eyes and looked at Hua Qianye. He was lying down, holding the piano, playing with some difficulty. When he saw herself looking at him, he showed a gentle smile. Under the cold air of the white smoke,

His smile is as charming as the white moonlight.

Han Wuxie was slightly absent-minded, then turned around, with gleaming eyes, and gave him a bright smile.

Facing her beautiful and gentle smile, Hua Qianye felt warm in her heart. The music of the piano was lingering and loving, as if she was telling words of love. The music was sometimes gentle, sometimes charming, and sometimes like the melody of a child's chuckle.

Han Wuxie is a person who understands music, so she naturally understands that he is praising her smile through the music of the piano. She blushes, lowers her eyes, and gradually calms down while listening to the warm music of the piano.

Han Wuxie's whole body radiated this faint white light. After she calmed down, the power of her soul gradually became stronger. The cold air in the cold pool seemed to turn into smoke and clouds floating towards her. In the smoke and clouds, there were hazy pictures, which were fragments of memories.

the picture formed.

While the images formed by the cold air were sinking into Han Wuxie's body, Hua Qianye was also witnessing the scenes of the past, things that even Xuan Minfeng could not see, the real reason why the woman left the island.

Han Wuxie's face turned slightly pale. She thought that accepting those memories would be like reading someone else's story, but she didn't know that the memory was so painful, as if she was experiencing those days again.

She could have clearly distinguished her past life from the present, but when these memories were analyzed from her soul, she could no longer tell who she was. She always emphasized that she was just Han Wuxie, but only when she came into contact with these memories did she really understand

.She is both Han Wuxie and Wanli Miao.

－－－－－－Digression－－－－－

Yesterday was a gorgeous Christmas Eve. Logically speaking, it should be peaceful. Unfortunately, Christmas Eve did not care for Chenchen. The flu hit her face and she was infected directly!

Originally, Chenchen was as strong as an invincible little strong and would not be defeated by the flu. However, since the serialization of this article, for a full 140 days, Chenchen did not have a good rest. Fatigue accumulated, and he was finally defeated by the flu, making him dizzy.

Yes, I don’t know what to write. My nose is stuffed up and I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe through my nose, I can’t breathe through my mouth, and my throat hurts terribly. It’s really painful!

I originally wanted to keep updating until the end, but unfortunately, I was unable to do it in the end. I can only post 5,000 words today. I hope you guys understand. I know you are waiting for updates every day, and I also want to let everyone read.

It feels a little better, but I’m really exhausted. Give me some time to rest. I won’t stop updating. I will write and post as much as I can every day, waiting for my return when I am healthy and recovered!