Chapter 1468: Young Master Yue Bufan

Yudu, Wangchuan.
The river flows slowly, and thirty-two lotus flowers float on the surface of the river.
At the foot of one of the lotus flowers, there is also a wooden boat the size of a soybean floating.
There are three people standing on the wooden boat, Zhao Wujiang and Xuanyuan Jing, both dressed in black robes, and Yang Miaozhen, dressed in a dark blue Taoist robe.
The three of them are traveling with the lotus flower, drifting along the winding river of the River of Forgetfulness.
Youto Wangchuan, perhaps besides being called the Ghost Emperor Mengyu, who has never heard of anyone else in the world who has reached the end.
The small Wangchuan is not big, but the flowing is divine water, which is the mottled memories of sentient beings in the past.
If one day, by chance, you happen to hear a faint sound of breaking water by the bank of the River of Oblivion, as if something has fallen into the river, there's no need to be surprised, no need to lean in and curiously watch.
This is just someone in the world trying to carve a sword in their memory, attempting to leave a deep mark in their memory so that they will never forget, so that when looking back one day, they can find everything they have lost.
Everything, it's already gone and can't go back.
That's why in the Ghost City, there is this rule:
Walk along the river and don't look back.
Zhao Wujian now wants to turn back, because he hears someone whispering in his ear.
The low voices at first sounded incredibly noisy, as if plunging into the bustling crowd in the secular world.
Upon careful listening, these noisy voices separated clearly, one after another, sentence by sentence, word by word.
He heard palace maids and eunuchs greeting him, calling out "Lord Zhao" and "Manager Zhao".
He heard a soft and gentle voice lingering, inquiring how to please the Emperor's heart.
He heard someone criticizing him, saying that he was just a eunuch, how could he be the secretary's assistant.
He heard someone snorting, someone sneering, someone disdainful, someone mercilessly insulting.
He heard the sound of an old friend, telling him to take good care of himself.
He heard the rustling of leaves, and the pouring rain hitting the muddy ground.
He heard the clash of swords, and felt the sword light and shadow right behind him.
He heard a kind and gentle voice saying, "My child, are you tired? Turn around, don't wander anymore, home is not ahead."
His mind was surging, wanting to turn around and see the person speaking.
He felt someone gently tapping his shoulder, as if greeting him.
Then he felt someone giving him a poke on his back, and a distant voice cursing him, "Hey, Zhao Wujian, what are you daydreaming about? Your mom is calling you, pick up the phone."
He knew all of this was an illusion, a bizarre world within the underworld, but he still turned back.
He cast a sidelong glance and looked back, with gray-white high walls spanning the heavens and earth on both sides, an abyss of darkness stretching endlessly.
He didn't see anything.
Walk along the river and don't look back, because looking back will have nothing but regrets.
There is no turning back in life.
But at this moment, Zhao Wujiang didn't understand, he just felt a little empty inside.
Maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after, maybe on the second day of the first lunar month of the Year of Ox, maybe thousands of years ago, maybe a long, long, long time in the future, will he truly understand what it means that there is no turning back in life.
Zhao Wujing, for a moment, seemed somewhat absent-minded, as did Xuan Yuanjing and Yang Miaozhen beside him.
Especially Xuan Yuanjing, fragmented memories crawled onto her oceanic heart, stirring up waves. Scenes from the past appeared one after another before her eyes, causing her to fall into them, almost unable to extricate herself.
She felt that she should be buried with Da Xia, but Da Xia was destroyed and she is still alive.
Thirty-two lotus flowers travel with three people, drifting towards the end of Forget River.
There are not many people traveling along the way.
The secret realm of the Great Xia Dynasty has been opened, which is not a secret to Zhao Wujang and others, but it is a secret to the vast majority of people in the world.
Even those who know about it have to consider their own strength and background to see if they can enter the secret realm of the Great Xia Dynasty again.
Moreover, with the collapse of the dynasty and the world collapsing, everything that should be destroyed has been destroyed, leaving little opportunity.
Therefore, very few people come.
Until the river water begins to churn, a figure in a gray-blue robe, with a black mask on his face, falls into the water and stands at the foot of the lotus.
This person is separated from Zhao Wujing by a lotus flower, but the line of sight is very distant.
He slowly takes off the mask with a swirling black mist in his left hand, revealing a handsome and gentle face with a playful smile:
"I am Yue Bufan, a humble servant. I have seen the great Lord of Demons."