I've died 47 times in this game, so I've decided to sell it.

"Last night, I ran into Mr. Yang again, although he seemed angry."

But he still said something to me that I found very helpful.

He said I was extremely talented, but what I lacked was only a certain wild, untamed spirit. Today, I'll test that spirit.

Qi Ye covered her face.

"Uncle Yang, you've already gotten lost yourself, and you're still here giving chicken soup to other people's children."

"Has Mr. Yang not returned yet?"

Yanqing leaned closer.

"I only heard that he was pursuing a blond man."

Qi Ye's lips twitched:

"He was chasing someone who looked exactly like his enemy."

Yanqing nodded thoughtfully:

"I see.

"At this moment, Mr. Yang is probably somewhere in the mountains, engaged in a battle of wits and courage with that Rakshasa."

"Alright, continue to cultivate your confidence. I have something to do, so I'll be going now."

Qi Ye patted Yan Qing on the shoulder and added a sentence in a serious tone.

"Remember, you can drink Uncle Yang's chicken soup, but you can't eat it as a meal."

You should at least master your swordsmanship before considering my plan to draw my blade.

Yanqing seemed to understand but not quite: "But Mr. Yang said that self-confidence should be cultivated from now on."

“That’s him. Your name is Yanqing, not Yan Chaoyue.”

Then he left.

Yanqing was left standing alone in the morning light, looking down at the sword in his hand, muttering to himself again:

"Confidence...is the pinnacle."

Then he raised his sword and charged forward to slash.

The wind from the sword swept past, stirring up a few fallen leaves.

He stared blankly at the leaves he had cut in half, his eyes slowly brightening.

"it works!"

Chapter 206 Regaining One's Memories

Qi Ye had just stepped into Taibusi when the journey was smooth and unimpeded.

When the two diviners guarding the gate saw him, they not only did not stop him, but were even more respectful than the other.

The person on the left even stepped aside and bowed, calling out, "Mr. Qiye."

Qi Ye wondered to herself when she had received such treatment at the Taibu Si.

But I didn't pay much attention to it.

He randomly grabbed a fortune teller carrying a scroll and asked him where Fu Xuan was.

The diviner stammered that the Grand Diviner had been observing the formation early in the morning and had guests.

Qi Ye thanked him and started walking towards the Qiong Guan Formation.

Before I even got close, I heard two familiar voices.

March 7: "So, can it really work? I think I'm almost there!"

Xing: "Don't get your hopes up too high. What if it's a memory of you wetting the bed when you were a child?"

March 7th: "Shut up! I would never think of that kind of thing!"

Qi Ye emerged from behind the pillars and saw San Yueqi and Xing standing on either side of Fu Xuan.

On March 7th, he clasped his hands together, his expression as devout as if he were worshipping a god.

Xing stood to the side, holding a steamed bun that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, and was slowly munching on it.

Fu Xuan had her back to him, her pink hair appearing exceptionally soft in the morning light, maintaining the air of a diviner:

"I understand what you have entrusted to me."

Qi Ye suddenly spoke up: "What are you doing here?"

All three people turned around at the same time.

March 7th's eyes lit up: "Qiye! What brings you here? General Jingyuan didn't lock you up, did he?"

"What a joke. The general is too busy inviting me to stay for breakfast."

Qi Ye swaggered over.

"But you lot, coming to the Apothecary so early in the morning, are you here to draw lots or have your fortunes told?"

Fu Xuan snorted:

"I'd like to ask you, what are you doing here? Did the Shence Prefecture release them so quickly?"

Qi Ye grinned and leaned closer, saying, "I didn't miss you, so I came to visit you."

Fu Xuan's ears burned, and she glared at him fiercely:

"Are you still a child? All you ever talk about is playing."

Qi Ye nodded seriously: "I am a child. Master said that I will never grow up."

Fu Xuan was so angry at him that he almost lost his composure, so he simply turned his face away and ignored him.

March 7th covered her mouth and laughed, while Xing kept eating her steamed bun without changing her pace.

"So what exactly are you here for?" Qi Ye brought the conversation back on track.

On March 7th, he immediately straightened up and explained his purpose for coming.

It turned out that after witnessing the amazing calculations made by the Great Evolution Qiong Guan Array to predict Kafka's past, she had been keeping this matter in mind.

She wanted to know about her past.

So today, she dragged Xing along for courage and came to ask Fu Xuan to help her regain her memories using the Qiong Guan Formation.

After listening, Qi Ye had a sudden realization: he seemed to be suffering from amnesia as well.

"After you've finished calculating for her, calculate for me too, I also have amnesia."

She's in a much worse situation than her; her memory is completely gone, like rice leaking through a sieve.

"Lord Fu Xuan, could you please do a reading for me too?"

Fu Xuan looked at him, a fleeting emotion in his eyes.

She didn't respond to Qi Ye's words, but instead looked at San Yueqi and Xing again, and said seriously:

"In today's divination, I foresaw that there would be some unexpected complications, and the hexagram I obtained was between Kan and Qian."

The Qiong Guan Zhen (穷观阵) interpretation reads: "Three uninvited guests will arrive; treat them with respect, and good fortune will follow."

On March 7th, his eyes shone brightly.

"Respect will bring good fortune"... Goodness, even the Qiong Guan Zhen (a legendary divination master) has calculated things to this extent. It seems we are truly destined to meet.

"My lord, look at the verdict, it says so..."

Fu Xuan continued before she could finish speaking:

"You told me about losing your memories. You want to use an array to recreate the past and awaken your memories?"

In principle, it should work. However, I'm afraid that even a skilled observer might not be able to achieve it.

March 7th's face fell: "Sigh... I knew it, things wouldn't be that easy."

Xing swallowed the last bite of the bun and asked, "Even the all-powerful diviner couldn't do it?"

Fu Xuan sighed softly:

“Kafka’s situation is different.”

To prevent any misunderstandings about the Tabusi instrument, I must explain its principle in detail.

A poor observation of the formation will not bring back any memories.

It simply gathers intelligence and then, like predicting what will happen in the future, tries to predict what happened in the past.

She gestured for the three of them to follow, and then took a few steps toward the direction of the Qiong Guan Formation.

"Just like the criminal investigators of the Earth Balance Division collecting evidence and reconstructing the course of events when handling cases."

The "materials" needed to deduce the past can be either "things" related to the experience or the "memories" of the person involved.

Fu Xuan looked at March 7th:

"I am a layman in medicine, but fortunately I have read a lot."

There are essentially two types of amnesia.

Either the memory lies dormant deep within the mind, impossible to recall; or it has been erased directly from the brain by some means.

March 7th seemed to understand but not quite: "Which one am I?"

"We'll only know after we've used the Qiong Guan Formation."

Fu Xuandao,

"However, if your memories have been erased, the Qiong Guan Zhen may not be able to restore them."

After all, it requires you to have fragments of the "past" in your mind to extrapolate the past.

Even without fragments, it's impossible to cook without rice.

March 7th's shoulders slumped, as if half a breath had been sucked out.

Xing patted her shoulder: "It's okay. Even if you can't remember, you're still March 7th."

March 7th looked at her with emotion: "Star..."

Xing continued, "After all, your name sounds like it was just picked randomly. It's normal that you can't remember it."

On March 7th, he instantly withdrew his emotions and raised his hand to hit her.

Xing skillfully hid behind Qi Ye.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Qi Ye sidled up to Fu Xuan and whispered:

"Lord Fu Xuan, what about me? Can those holes in my brain be patched up?"

Fu Xuan tilted his head to look at him: "Are you sure you want to know?"

Qi Ye paused for a few seconds, thought about it carefully, and then spoke.

"To be honest, I'm a little scared."

"I'm afraid of remembering bad things, afraid of trouble, and afraid that a bunch of messy memories will suffocate me."

"But what I fear more is continuing to forget."

"I don't want to forget those who care about me."

I don't want others to dwell on my memories, trapped in the past and unable to move on.

But I remember nothing and understand nothing.

He turned his head to look at Fu Xuan, his gaze open and honest.

"Just like you, Xiao Fu Xuan, I really don't want to experience that feeling again."

He paused for a moment after saying that, probably not expecting to speak so bluntly.

The air was quiet for a moment.

Fu Xuan stared at him blankly, his eyes churning with emotion.

She looked away, still maintaining the air of a diviner, but her stance had softened: