There's something wrong with my master.

After Yun Liu complained about his own fate, he began to report Yun Changsheng what he had gained this time.

"You have a salty personality and are very lazy. Money is enough for you to have enough to eat and spend."

"You are very popular. People who pass by will greet you if they know you."

"The noodles in the noodle shop aren't that good, but you're too lazy to change places because it's close to home."

"You would feel sorry to see a woman like Mu Shuxian seeking death."

"When you meet a younger generation disciple you like, you like to tease him a little, and if something really happens, you will also watch over him secretly."

"When Xiao Li'er got into trouble and was taken away by human traffickers, you lent me a portion of your cultivation for the first time."

At this point, Yun Liu's lips curled up into a smile. He thought that when Yun Changsheng woke up, he would probably like Xiao Li'er very much.

"That woman Yun Liuyu is a bit unreasonable, but you just like to indulge her."

"Because you saw the shadow of Li Niang in her."

Thinking of Yun Liuyu who was about to become a little old lady, Yun Liu's smile became even more unrestrained.

The woman wanted to be his elder, but her temper was like that of a little girl.

And I always want to get his calligraphy and paintings for free.

“Those matchmakers are annoying, but when they’re gone, it suddenly feels too lonely.”

Having said that, Yun Liu added two more words.

"Hypocritical!"

I don’t know whether he was talking about how he was being pretentious or how Yun Changsheng was being pretentious.

After complaining, Yun Liu continued.

"Besides, you are just daydreaming. You don't even dare to marry more wives."

"Shame on you, so shameful, you're a henpecked husband!"

As Yun Liu spoke, he gave a middle finger in the direction of the inner room of the Yun Mansion.

"When you dream at night, you sometimes dream about your family."

"Li Niang, Yun Yi, Yu Yu..."

"After knowing that Yaoyao was your grand-disciple, you became curious, and then you looked after Yaoyao just like you looked after Xiao Li'er, fulfilling your responsibility as a great master."

"Zhu Weiquan has become a complete nobody since the famine."

"You and Zhu Weiquan dislike each other, but you have similar interests and always hang out together."

Yun Liu started to complain again when he got to this point.

"Two salted fishes are a good match."

Yun Liu was very skeptical. If it weren't for Lin Duoduo's matter, would this powerful cultivator, who seemed very aloof to outsiders, still be a nobody now?

"Lin Yu is too pretentious. If he wasn't Yun Liuyu's son, you probably wouldn't treat him as a friend."

"Because you can never match him in poetry and song."

Yunliu talked on and on for a long time.

He recounted every detail of his experiences over the years.

Who you know, who you like, and who you hate.

Also, I really like to eat at a restaurant on East Street, but I’m too lazy to go because it’s too far.

I don’t like shopping, but if I’m taking Lin Li and Tao Yaoyao with me, then I might consider it.

This is how Yun Changsheng, who has all kinds of emotions and desires, lives in the mortal world.

Full of fireworks.

"I hope these things are useful to you."

Yun Liu said this and sighed again.

To him, Yun Changsheng's memories were just a cursory review, like watching a movie and knowing what happened in the movie.

And the person lying in the Yun Mansion is the one who truly experienced those memories.

The experience of accompanying Lin Xi for hundreds of years in dreams alone has made Yun Changsheng's character become much more indifferent.

This is why his appearance is needed to make this hard-earned desire burst out more brilliantly.

"By the way, why am I called Yunliu instead of Yunlang?"

"Didn't you say that, Wandering Liu, Yunlang no longer has a home in this world?"

A voice was heard from the Yun Mansion.

Yun Changsheng, dressed in a moon-white robe, had woken up at some point.

He also sat on the steps and poured himself a glass from the wine jar.

"But it seems that you have found a home in the world since then."

While he was pouring the wine, the young man named Yunliu slowly disappeared.

Yun Changsheng's humanity began to return.

Before dissipating, Yun Liu said one more sentence.

"After all, you have become a qualified monk just like Lin Xi."

"Ah."

Yun Changsheng, whose humanity was gradually returning, chuckled, with an expression of noncommittal on his face.

After Yun Liu's figure completely disappeared, he raised his hand and gently drew a line in the air.

A ray of light flew out from his fingertips, and the white light disappeared into the void, and finally came to the granary and attached itself to a corpse that had long been rotten.

The spiritual light gradually faded, covering the entire body of the corpse, and flesh and blood began to grow again.

After a while, the soil shook and a hand broke through the mud on the ground.

The person in the ground struggled to climb out. The first thing he did when he woke up was to slap his dirty face a few times with his hands.

"Uncle Yun, why are you digging mud here? Everyone at home is waiting for you to have dinner."

"Oh, I'll be right back."

……

……

Yun Mansion.

Yun Changsheng, who was sitting on the steps, stood up and walked back to the house carrying the jar of wine.

"Xiao Li'er is really cute." He said with a smile after putting down the wine jar.

"As for whether Uncle Yun's is big or not, Xiao Li'er should try it himself."

Being completely separated from Yunliu, the effectiveness of this action will definitely be greatly reduced.

But it's enough.

"early morning."

"Hey, I just strolled here these days, and you found me?!"

The long sword stained with the blood and evil thoughts of all living beings cut through the void and appeared in Yun Changsheng's hand.

"What Yunliu experienced is only what Yunliu experienced. It's time for me to find my own memories."

Whether it is despicable or noble, whether it is good or evil...

The surging emotions in the long sword surged through Yun Changsheng's consciousness.

The emotions contained in the memory become clearer and clearer.

When he was young, Li Niang told him to run away, and he wondered why his brother couldn't be the one to leave the village.

He even planned to live in the village in his brother's place and drive his brother out.

It was not until Yun Yi said that he wanted to wander around in place of his brother that this despicable idea disappeared from Yun Lang's mind.

Wandering around with his burdensome brother Pingyu, he wanted to abandon the little girl behind him countless times.

Just because of a call of "Brother Lang", he decided to live with the yellow-haired girl behind him.

Because now he is the older brother.

In the heavy snow, the inner demon was born, and he always believed that it was the inner demon, not himself.

Later I found out that he was just obsessed with Lin Xi's beauty.

After a long separation, I reunited with Li Niang. Brother is still brother.

Lin Duoduo died.

After staying together with Lin Xi in dreams for hundreds of years, they finally overcame all the hardships and reached a reconciliation.

All the memories are slowly dyed with colorful colors.

As the title says, I touched it...

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Chapter 396 No One Can Control Our Destiny

Color is always much better than black and white.

In Yun Changsheng's world, besides Lin Xi and Lin Duoduo, there is finally other light.

The memories still flow through.

Those trivial things, those memories, those experiences and those that are being experienced.

Countless images rolled through my mind.

It is also a small city, but it is full of disaster victims.

In order to repay the karma she owed, Rong Xiaoyu's master Lu Dairou was invited to come and end the war. She was wearing armor and riding a horse.

The victims were looking at her and cursing her wildly in their hearts.

This scene is so similar to the mob outside the granary who were cursing Zhu Weiquan.

Yun Changsheng quickly found himself in the crowd.

He was so hungry that his eyes were dizzy. He wanted to curse like everyone else, but at that time he no longer had the energy to curse.

Nothing is more important than filling your stomach, so he turned around and walked forward with difficulty, trying to find food.

Looking at this memory, he seemed to finally understand why he had subconsciously argued with the pair of eyes in the sky.

Because according to those eyes, he is also a fool...

Memories continue to flow, coming to the beginning of humanity, the blue planet.

That was his real childhood.

Many shameful memories came flooding back.

From the time I learned to write essays, every time I moved up a grade or had a new teacher, the essay topics that I had already written too much would appear on the test papers again.

It was raining and I had a high fever. My mother carried me on her back...

There are also various weird sentence structures.

For example, my father would ride his bike with me while we looked at beautiful women.

And my fathers came home one after another.

These sentences almost caused a family storm. He remembered that since then, he was ordered by his parents in that life not to use sentences made by his family members when writing essays.

Then there are the more shameful sentences.