Especially the names Thousand Despair Sect and Ten Thousand Flowers Valley. In the hearts of Abbess Xin Huan and Wu Qingming, it was like a great bell was ringing fiercely.
It sounded so familiar, but when they dug carefully in their minds, they felt distant and unfamiliar. They wanted to forget or ignore these two names, but they found that the moment they heard them, they were engraved in the depths of their hearts. Even if they took a wedge to pull it out, they would not be able to pull it out.
Abbess Xin Huan and Wu Qingming had reincarnated in the True Martial Realm for many lifetimes. Although they had wasted countless years in the past, there would always be some unforgettable past.
Now the two had finally cultivated to the level of the entire True Martial Realm in this life. Many memories of their previous lives had been awakened. In this life, they had seen more of the fickleness of the world and the fickleness of human nature.
Because the two were the strongest Martial Emperors, they had awakened more memories.
The more memories they had, the more life they had experienced. This had also created a particularly unique worldview and way of doing things for the two.
In addition, both Wu Qingming and Abbess Xin Huan had a feeling that the formation of their own personality did not seem so simple. There was a deeper reason, but the two could not find the answer.
It was just that from time to time, like Wu Qingming, they would come up with a MLM teaching material, or a job title called city management.
The two did not find anything strange about it. They thought it was just a sudden burst of inspiration.
But this time, the two seemingly ordinary sect names had inexplicably caused such a big impact on them. The two were obviously at the top of the Evil Ghost Sect. Even in the True Martial Realm, it was difficult for them to surpass their status. Their minds had long been polished to be as firm as stone. Under normal circumstances, even if some memories of their previous lives were recalled, they should not be so shaken.
This was difficult to understand.
Wu Miao Wan and Xin Qin saw that their self-introduction seemed to have shocked the two masters who looked exactly like them. They looked at each other and could not hide their joy.
As long as the other party had a reaction, it proved that their guess was right.
These two people were indeed their masters!
Although they did not know why they appeared here with such identities, nor did they know why they lost their memories, it did not matter.
In any case, the entire game system couldn't be judged using the old logic. What was so strange about the dead being resurrected here?
The cause and effect of the matter was no longer important. What was important was the result that was happening in front of him.
Wu Miaowan rolled her eyes and came up with an idea. She took the brocade and bone brush that Wu Qingming had placed on the table.
Xin Qin raised her hand to stop her, thinking that she wanted an autograph.
Wu Miaowan blinked and flipped the silk over again. Then, she started drawing on it at an extremely fast speed.
At first glance, Xin Qin understood what she meant, and her eyes lit up.
That's right, this is indeed a solution.
Although there were no cameras in this world, there were no photos, and there was no way to use Photoshop to show a person's appearance.
However, Wu Miaowan still had a unique skill apart from her medical skills. It was this sketch drawing that allowed her to draw a person's face vividly on the paper with just a few strokes.
In the real world, as the Deputy Minister of Heaven, Wu Miaowan did not have many opportunities to show off her drawing skills. However, she did not forget her skills.
While the two masters were in a daze, Wu Miaowan used less than two minutes to draw Xin Qin's face on the back of the silk.
On the other side, the two masters finally forced themselves to calm down.
Wu Qingming glared angrily. "You're already at death's door, yet you're still talking nonsense. Stop talking nonsense and sign!"
Although Wu Qingming's words sounded fierce, her tone and expression betrayed her completely shaken state of mind.
"Wait a minute …"
Unexpectedly, Abbess Xin Qing was the first to speak. She was staring blankly at the silk that Wu Miaowan had placed on the table. Her gaze was distant, and an even more intense memory was awakening in the depths of her mind.
Although it was only a portrait drawn with simple lines, it vividly displayed Xin Qin's true appearance.
Wu Qingming asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"
Abbess Xin Qing said with a trembling voice, "This little girl, I feel that she looks very familiar."
Wu Miaowan's skill was still at the level of a master. Although it was a short time and she only had time to draw some lines, the most obvious features of Xin Qin's face were vividly outlined. It was much more realistic than the one that Chen Guang had described in the Ninth Holy City and found someone to draw it with difficulty. It was to the extent that seeing the painting was like seeing the person in person.
"Familiar? Let me see. "
Wu Qingming grabbed the silk with Xin Qin on it from the table and squinted at it for a moment. "That's impossible. I should know everyone that you know."
Wu Qingming lowered her head and looked at Wu Miaowan. She was drawing quickly on the second silk.
"Alright, it's harder to draw myself than to draw others. It's all my fault for not being narcissistic enough in the past. I didn't look at myself in the mirror enough."
After saying that, Wu Miaowan picked up the freshly drawn painting. She pulled her hands apart and raised it horizontally, facing Wu Qingming.
Wu Qingming's pupils shrank instantly. "This … this is! Who is this! Why does it give me such a familiar feeling! "
Wu Miaowan's eyes suddenly turned red. "Master! This is the real appearance of your disciple! This is me! "
"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible! "
Wu Qingming retreated step by step as if she had seen a great horror.
Abbess Xin Qing sighed slightly. She pulled Wu Qingming to the door of the ice prison.
She never expected that the two interrogations, which were not proportional to the strength of the two sides, would end in vain.
When the two left, they took away the two paintings that Wu Miaowan had drawn. It was not as if they had gained nothing.
At the same time, Chen Guang, who was resting in his room, silently dispersed the martial power that he had circulated to the extreme.
If Wu Qingming and Abbess Xin Qing intended to kill Xin Qin and Chen Guang, Chen Guang would be able to rush out of the room and appear in the ice prison in less than a second.
In the entire True Force Domain, there was no wall that could stop him, not even the ice prison of White City.
After changing into the white robe that Firmament Martial Tyrant had prepared for him, Chen Guang opened the door of the room. He planned to walk around White City to increase his knowledge. At the same time, he could pretend to spy for the Nine Great Holy Cities.
Chen Guang could not understand why the Nine Great Holy Cities had not been able to infiltrate their spies in the long history.
Wasn't his work efficiency and ability a little too low?
Could it be that the Nine Great Holy Cities were so honest that they did not have any intention of doing underground work?
This was obviously impossible.
However, about two hours later, he had a rough idea.
Although it was night time, the market of White City was still bustling with people. The bustling crowd even reminded him of the snack street behind Gokyo University in the real world.
What was even more inconceivable was the people in the market.
The currency used here was still the Holy Coin, which was commonly used in the mainland. However, along the way, everyone had a smile on their face, brimming with a friendly and peaceful atmosphere. Whether it was a Martial Venerable or a Martial Monarch, even the weakest Chivalrous Warrior would be treated with friendliness.
Chivalrous Warriors could even find a Martial Venerable on the street at any time to ask about their martial arts insights. Unless the Martial Venerable was too busy, they would never be impatient.
In addition, the white robe that Chen Guang was wearing also had a special symbol, indicating his Martial Venerable strength.
Often when he passed by some shops, the shop owners would rush out of the shop enthusiastically, either to serve him a few barbecues or to treat him to a glass of good wine.
Chen Guang did not spend a single coin, but he was stuffed with the dazzling array of delicious food in the market. When he returned to his room, he finally understood.
It was not that the Nine Great Holy Cities did not use spies, but in the True Martial World, where everyone could be resurrected and everyone knew that they could be reincarnated, there were often no family members or normal friendships.
Because of this, everyone in the True Martial World could freely choose what kind of life they wanted, because there was really nothing that could force them to do something they did not want to do.
Staying in the Evil Ghost Faction, one could feel happy, and also study martial arts.
Even if one was a spy, entering this White City would be like throwing a meat bun at a dog.
Forget it, the Nine Great Holy Cities did not lose unjustly.
Chen Guang was about to sleep, but someone knocked on the door. It was a stranger standing at the door. He bowed to Chen Guang and said, "Martial Venerable, the two Saints have just finished their official business. They want to meet the new Martial Venerable today. Are you interested in going?"
Chen Guang was puzzled and said, "It's already so late, and the Saints still want to meet me?"
The messenger nodded, "The two Saints are from above. Time is tight, and they always fight for every minute. The Saints' few words of advice are also beneficial to cultivation. This opportunity is really rare. Martial Venerable, please make a decision quickly. "
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