Xiao An could always feel Li Qingshan's emotional changes immediately, and he tilted his head strangely.

Li Qingshan drove Liu Chuanfeng out, closed the door, and asked Xiao An endlessly about his recent practice.

Xiao An was even more surprised: "Is something wrong?"

Li Qingshan smiled bitterly and touched his head. He never thought he was an indecisive person, but now he understood that the reason why he was not indecisive was because he had not encountered something that was really difficult to decide.

Let her restore her memory and find her original name and identity was once a wish in his heart. Sending her back to her hometown was once the first promise he made in this world.

But if these past wishes and promises came at the same time, he would never be able to laugh out loud.

"I found a good thing, which may be helpful." Li Qingshan pondered for a moment, told the truth, took out half of the remaining memories, and told Xiao An about its function.

Immediately afterwards, Li Qingshan discovered that Xiao An's performance was not more calm than him. His hand holding the Ice Water bottle even trembled slightly, causing the azure liquid to shake.

There was no excitement and joy that could restore memory. She lowered her eyes and her long eyelashes cast a shadow on her big eyes.

"I don't want to drink."

"Why?" Li Qingshan asked knowingly, how did he not understand her concerns? If possible, he would rather not know that there was such a potion, even if he could not simply gain the power of faith by writing novels.

But as an adult, he cannot let a child be willful, nor can he let himself be willful. He must do something good to "her".

"Don't be willful. Try it. I just tried it, and the effect is pretty good. Maybe it's really useful. Of course, it may not be useful. Don't expect too much."

Xiao An raised his head, looked directly at Li Qingshan's eyes, and said with a heart-wrenching expression: "I won't go anywhere, okay?"

But Li Qingshan's heart gradually became firmer and returned to normal. He grinned his teeth and kissed her forehead hard: "Where are you going, where are I going!"

Xiao An closed his eyes, raised his head and drank the remaining memories in the bottle.

A slightly bitter liquid flowed into the stomach along the throat and turned into a mysterious force, spreading and heading straight into the sky.

After a long time, Xiao An opened his eyes.

Li Qingshan said: "How is it?"

Xiao An shook his head: "I don't feel it."

From the day she practiced "The Path of Zhu Yan and White Bone", her soul merged with her bones. With countless days and nights of practice, her bones have long been stronger than those of Vajra. Not only is external force difficult to destroy, but even alien energy cannot penetrate into it.

Therefore, whether it is absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth or taking pills, it has no effect on her. What it strengthens is just this tint skin. Only by using flames to swallow flesh and blood and refining bones is her only way to practice.

The medicinal power of memorization is naturally ineffective for her.

Li Qingshan felt relieved and breathed a sigh of relief, "I knew that the medicine that the woman refined was not so effective, so don't worry, just remember or something, just think about it slowly."

Xiao An said with a light "um" and said strangely: "That woman?"

"It's a messy woman. Don't worry about her. Come and see how the novel I wrote." Li Qingshan carried her to his lap and showed her the manuscript he had worked hard to copy.

Xiao An reads it very seriously and points out the "strange" parts in the book from time to time. The so-called strangeness is that martial arts novels are not suitable for the environment in this world, and the use of many vocabulary allusions is problematic.

Li Qingshan was in a hurry again, and it turned out that copying novels was not that simple: "What should I do?" He had never read several novels, and it took only one or two years to come out of Woniu Village. His understanding of this world is not profound.

Xiao An smiled and said, "I have a way."

Liu Chuanfeng was biting the pen, guessing what his apprentice had written.

Li Qingshan suddenly strode in: "Do you have any novels?"

Liu Chuanfeng said: "What are you going to see?"

Li Qingshan said: "Anyway, if you don't look at yours, it's better to have some famous artists, more popular ones, the more the better."

"What's wrong with mine?" Liu Chuanfeng immediately argued that he was no longer the Fengyue master at the time. He immediately took out a letter from the treasure bag and said, "Look, how do they praise me?"

Li Qingshan glared at him, and Liu Chuanfeng took out a large pile of books from the treasure bag, including hundreds of them.

Li Qingshan picked it up and left, Liu Chuanfeng shouted from behind: "Be careful, these are all treasured books."

The monk's robe was fluttering, and Master Yi Nian quietly came to Yunxu Island. Outside the bamboo building where Li Qingshan was, his eyes saw two figures, one big and one small under the lonely lamp through the layers of bamboo and wood.

Xiao An lay on the floor reading a book, flipping through pages, reading quickly, and there were more than a dozen books piled up beside him.

Li Qingshan stood, as if thinking about something, turning his body from time to time and waving his fists and feet.

He was summarizing and comprehension. If he was asked to read a book, he would have to look for seven pages. But when he thought about today's battle, he felt like he was playing a movie in his mind. Every punch and every kick was clearly understood. He even clearly remembered how he knocked down every military disciple.

Gradually, the backs around were dim, and the expressions and figures of each military disciple were blurred. Only on the long stairs were left, a group of military disciples like stickmans rushed up.

He imitated their moves and their exertions. The lights cast his shadow on the wall and moved quickly and vigorously in the narrow space.

The two of them moved and were still, but they formed a wonderful warm atmosphere, which made Master Yi Nian feel inexplicably familiar. After thinking for a long time, he remembered that it was the feeling of home.

In order to save some lamp oil, my mother repaired clothes under the moonlight and beat fireflies in the yard.

Master Yimian hurriedly suppressed these thoughts and sighed silently. If a monk always recites the word "home", how can he do it?

In the past few days, Li Qingshan's performance, which is far beyond ordinary practitioners, has actually made his worries worse.

They are not related by blood. She is still young now. If she is a few years older, once she develops that kind of affection, she will probably be even more unbreakable and messy. It will be even more difficult to give up.

After hesitating for a moment, Master Yimian turned around and left. In this Dharma Assembly, I will definitely let all my fellow disciples use the principles of Buddhism to enlighten her and let her cut off the worldly relationship.

The sound of flipping through books and the sound of fists and feet breaking through the air stopped one after another.

"Okay." Li Qingshan's aura sinks into his dantian and smiles. If today's formation happens again, he is confident that he can win more easily.

Xiao An smiled and said, "Let's start!"

Under the lonely lamp, Li Qingshan wrote and Xiao An spoke. The two of them modified the novel little by little to make it more in line with this era. Unconsciously, time passed by bit by bit.

Why bother to break the iron shoes and try my best to do something? Isn’t the so-called memories arising all the time?
Chapter completed!