The improved female villains regained their memories.

As the man approached him, the spring breeze lifted the hem of his clothes; as the man took his hand, the spring breeze brushed against his hair; as the man led him out of hell, the spring breeze greeted them head-on.

He came quickly and left quickly.

Lin Feng shouldn't have remembered it, but he ended up remembering it.

When he encountered Yang Pingsheng again at Linlang Sect, all his hazy memories became clear and distinct.

Lin Feng reached out, wanting to grasp the spring breeze.

But the spring breeze swept by, lifting the hem of his clothes.

Memories also floated along with him; his encounter with that person created the Lin Feng we know today.

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What are you planning to do?

The question brought Lin Feng back to his senses. He looked up and met Yang Pingsheng's calm eyes, smiling indifferently: "There's only one spot for the mission, so of course it's for you."

"Give it to me?" Yang Pingsheng pondered the question repeatedly.

Lin Feng shrugged and turned to walk away.

"I'm going back to have a drink. Call me if you need anything."

no respond.

Lin Feng was already used to it. He walked alone into the woods, walked to the largest tree in the woods, climbed up in a few steps, and sat on a branch.

He took out the gourd embedded in the hollowed-out tree trunk, opened the lid, and took a sip.

The alcohol hit him hard quickly; his face flushed, and he lay down.

He remembered the man standing in front of him, asking if there was anything he wanted to do.

What was his answer again?

forget.

He closed his eyes, letting his sleepiness wash over him, allowing his dreams and memories to overlap, and that person's face superimposed on Yang Pingsheng's face now.

"I can't tell you, and I can't answer you."

He said:

"You have to find it yourself, just as I have to find it myself."

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"I have searched, but I cannot find it."

How can a person be truly free?

He replied that when he opened his eyes, he realized it was a dream.

So dreams and memories are such a complex relationship? It seems his answer to Yang Pingsheng today was somewhat arbitrary.

He rubbed his head as he got up, then checked the empty wine gourd in his hand.

After the long dream, he was even finding it hard to distinguish between his memories and the dream.

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Lin Feng would never go to see Yang Pingsheng before he went on a mission. He liked to drink, but he knew his limits and that drinking could lead to trouble.

But this time was different. The night before Yang Pingsheng left the Linlang Sect, Lin Feng came to see him.

The spring rain fell softly, like cow's hair, flower needles, and fine silk threads, scattering and fluttering across the earth.

Small puddles gradually formed on the ground, and raindrops fell into them, splashing up tiny water droplets and making a continuous "ding-dong" sound.

The courtyard wall looked somewhat mottled in the rainy night. The grass at the base of the wall was struggling to peek out under the nourishment of the spring rain, with glistening water droplets hanging on its tender green leaves, swaying gently in the wind.

Inside the room, Lin Feng sat opposite Yang Pingsheng and poured him wine.

He knew this might be the last time he drank with Yang Pingsheng at Linlang Sect.

Linlang Sect did replace the Gu worm for Yang Pingsheng to ensure the loyalty of the undercover agent, but Lin Feng completely disregarded it. It wasn't that he thought Guigu Sect had the ability to solve the problem, but rather that he believed Yang Pingsheng could solve it himself.

He's already decided to leave, so no one can stop him.

The wine was poured into a bowl; to present it to him, Lin Feng brought out his best wine.

"I don't know when we'll meet again after this journey. Take good care of yourself in the Linlang Sect."

After Yang Pingsheng finished speaking, he drank the wine in the bowl in one gulp. If it were any other time, Lin Feng would have said something to him, but now, he just silently hummed in agreement.

Yang Pingsheng waited a long time for a response, so he added, "Keep the token safe. You can contact me if you need anything."

Lin Feng suddenly spoke up: "What, if I run into trouble, are you going to fly back from the Ghost Valley Sect to help me?"

Yang Pingsheng remained silent.

Lin Feng felt that what he said was a bit inappropriate, so he waved his hand and said, "Just kidding, let's drink."

The atmosphere was heavy, and neither of them smiled.

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The next morning, Yang Pingsheng prepared to leave.

Lin Feng saw him off.

The two left Linlang Sect and walked all the way to the entrance of the mountain road.

At the time of parting, Yang Pingsheng gave him a token, as well as some magical artifacts and talismans, all for self-defense.

"The future of the world is uncertain," Yang Pingsheng said. "What if one day the State of Chu is engulfed in war..."

“Then I’ll follow you.” Lin Feng replied instantly.

This statement baffled Yang Pingsheng. He remained silent for a long time before finally saying, "Didn't you say you wanted freedom...?"

"Just kidding, where in this world is there any freedom to speak of?"

Lin Feng patted Yang Pingsheng on the shoulder: "Perhaps I should also think about how I should live the rest of my life."

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Wherever the spring breeze reaches, the vegetation on the hillside seems to be awakened.

Amidst the withered yellow grass, tiny specks of new green sprouted, as if carpeting the earth with a yellow-green hue. Interspersed among the grass were some unnamed wildflowers, their buds already bulging, ready to burst forth under the urging of the spring breeze.

Lin Feng stood there, watching Yang Pingsheng walk away.

He then remembered what the man had said: "I can't tell you the answer; you have to find it yourself."

In her mind, she also recalled her own words from back then: "Even if my identity is fake?"

"But your life is real, and you will eventually have to find the answer to this question."

He felt a tightness in his chest and couldn't speak.

Yang Pingsheng's figure disappeared into the horizon, becoming a small dot.

Yang Pingsheng had another reason for going to Guigu Sect, which he didn't mention.

Lin Feng knew, but he didn't say anything.

He and Yang Pingsheng both discovered that the escaped princess was going to enter the Ghost Valley Sect.

Was it deliberately released by the princess? Why was it that they were the ones who discovered it, while the sect and the royal family didn't?

Lin Feng didn't know, and he didn't care to know.

He was just worried about whether the answer Yang Pingsheng had found was actually correct.

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Before spring was over, Yang Pingsheng sent a message.

The keepsake contained a lot of information, describing the scenery of Yunmeng Mountain, marveling at the monsters and spirits there, and praising how delicious the food was.

The messages only contained information about food, entertainment, and scenery; Yang Pingsheng didn't mention anything about the Ghost Valley Sect or the situation he encountered.

Lin Feng chuckled lightly: "That's quite meticulous."

That makes sense. He now has a dual identity: he is both an undercover agent for the Linlang Sect and a disciple of the Guigu Sect. He is probably being watched by both sides.

If the message he was trying to send was intercepted, he would at least have a chance to argue, no matter which side it was on.

"Wow, this place is so enticing, it's making me want to go too."

"I knew I shouldn't have given you the opportunity."

The Linlang Sect has many rules and regulations; if he could, he would like to live a carefree life.

He shook his head and sighed, then took another sip from his wine gourd.

It remains to be seen whether he will be able to find the answer he seeks this time.

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The second piece of news came later than he expected.

He thought this would be another trip featuring scenery and delicious food, but it wasn't.

This news focuses on that princess.

In Yang Pingsheng's autobiography, he described just how unsociable and eccentric the princess was.

They even fought quite a few times over a title.

Lin Feng was completely bewildered. If the token hadn't been Yang Pingsheng's, he would have wondered who had sent the message.

"What does this mean? Does it mean a gentleman seeks out a beautiful and virtuous woman?"

He could never forget the look in Yang Pingsheng's eyes when Princess Wang came to Linlang Sect; it was a hidden and repressed desire.

Love at first sight? Bullshit, that's clearly lust at first sight.

That's why Lin Feng teased Yang Pingsheng so jokingly that time, since he rarely saw the other party fall in love.

So what does this message mean? Is it showing off?

He couldn't figure it out and could only attribute it to Yang Pingsheng being a repressed weirdo.

Perhaps he was wrong; Yang Pingsheng might not have been driven by lust at first sight.