3456.Saint Memory Conflict 3

Qiu Fengying whispered: "Let me think about this matter again. Although the saint has lost her memory, no one can say for sure what will happen in the future. Maybe her memory will be restored in a few days." The great elder responded: " I hope so too." At this moment, Ling Xuejiu, who was lying on the bed, looked at the luminous pearl inlaid at the top of the room with a blank look in his eyes. And in her mind, there was also a blank. She couldn't remember her name, why she was here, or everything that happened before. In her mind, several faces vaguely appeared, giving her a familiar yet unfamiliar feeling. Whenever she wanted to clear away the fog and see those faces clearly, her brain felt a sharp pain. She turned her head slightly and asked Xiuyu who was standing next to her: "Do you... know who I am?" Xiuyu said softly: "Your name is Ling Xuejiao, and you are the saint of Jiutian Holy Palace. He is also the leader of cultivators in the world."

Ling Xuejiu asked puzzledly: "What is a cultivator?" Xiuyu smiled and said: "A cultivator is someone who goes against the will of heaven and pursues the path to immortality. Moreover, cultivators are very capable and know many advanced spells. Mountains surpass the sea, flying with a sword is no problem." After saying that, she raised her wrist slightly and pointed at a seat not far away. Just hearing the word "rise" whispered in her mouth, the seat immediately floated up and hung in the air. Ling Xuejiao looked at the seat with a shocked expression and was stunned for a long time. After Xiuyu put down her seat, she said with a smile: "Holy girl, you can actually do it too. Have you forgotten? You are also a cultivator." Ling Xuejiu shook his head lightly and said: "I... remember everything. I can’t get up." After a pause, she asked: "I want to go back to the capital, can you take me there?"

"This..." Xiuyu said: "Holy girl, I can't make the decision. But why do you want to go back to the capital?" Ling Xuejiao said with a confused face: "I don't know, I only remember the capital now, maybe in There, I can find my past." Xiuyu shook her head and said: "Holy girl, as a saint of Jiutian Holy Palace, the Holy Palace is your home. It's better not to go to a worldly place like the capital. Okay." After a pause, she continued: "You lie down for a while, and I will bring someone to see you." After that, she walked out of the room. Not long after, the door opened, and a milky voice came: "Big sister, big sister." Then, Xiaobao was seen running quickly to Ling Xuejiu's side with his bulging belly. Ling Xuejiu looked at Xiaobao's plump and cute appearance, and a warm feeling suddenly arose in her heart. However, in her mind, she could not remember anything. She asked blankly: "Who are you?" Xiaobao said with a smile: "Sister, I am Xiaobao. Have you forgotten, my name is still you? Get it for me." After saying that, he used his hands and feet to climb onto the bed. Seeing this, Xiuyu quickly stopped her and said, "Xiaobao, come down quickly." Ling Xuejiao waved her hand and said, "It doesn't matter. You... call me Xiuyu. You go out first. I want to stay alone for a while." Xiuyu hesitated. After a moment, he nodded and said: "Okay, I'll be right outside the door. If the saint has any instructions, just call me."

After she left, Ling Xuejiu sat up from the bed, reached out and pinched Xiaobao's chubby little face, and said with a smile: "Xiaobao, do you know what kind of person my sister was before?"