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Mu Yu was stunned again. The man in white just didn't know why he was in the sky ladder competition. How could he suddenly know in the blink of an eye?

Is this person schizophrenic?

Thinking of this, Mu Yu looks at the man in white with strange eyes.

The man in white was clear and said with a smile: "I know you are very confused, and I won't hide it from you. In fact, my memory is only one day. I don't remember anything that happened before yesterday."

Only one day's memory?

As soon as Mu Yu's face changed, it was the first time he had heard of such absurd and strange things.

"Since your memory is only one day, how do you know that no one has challenged you to the top of the mountain for a long time?"

Mu Yu asked his doubts.

"It's this rock."

The man in White's eyes turned to the huge stone again and said calmly, "I will record what happens every day and the people I meet on this huge stone."

"In this way, even if I forget my previous memory, as long as I see the information I left on the boulder, I can understand what happened."

"I see." Mu Yu also came to the huge stone.

The stone is full of words. From the content of the words, the man in white has been here for decades.

"Yan Jinghong? That's your name, isn't it

Mu Yu looked at a name carved on the boulder and said faintly.

"I think so."

The man in White said, "it doesn't matter to me what the name is."

"I think it's important."

Mu Yu took back his eyes from the boulder and said with a smile: "the boulder records that you still have an unfinished love. If you forget your own name, the love will end. Then you are sorry for the woman who is still waiting for you."

Yan Jinghong's eyes suddenly showed a sense of loss, although he can't remember this love.

But he learned from the boulder that his choice to forget his memory was related to this love.

"I've been heartless for a long time. I'll stay here all my life. I won't go anywhere."

There was not a trace of emotion in Yan Jinghong's tone, but, somehow, after he finished this sentence, he felt a faint pain in his heart.

He shook his head, pressed the inexplicable grief down, looked at Mu Yu and said indifferently, "I'm your opponent at the last level. As long as you catch my sword, you'll pass."

"Sword, please."

Mu Yu said respectfully, then clenched the Xifeng sword in his hand and put on a posture of fighting at any time.

Yan Jinghong stretched out a palm, whew, a silver sword inserted on the edge of the boulder, with the sound of Qingyue's sword, crossed the air and flew to Yan Jinghong's hand.

"The art of the sword."

Mu Yu's eyes are bright. If he can use his sword skills, he must be the one who has reached the realm of swordsmanship.

Only from this hand, we can see Yan Jinghong's amazing Kendo realm.

"The sword I'm going to use is called taishangjiqing sword. Of course, I will control my accomplishments at the same level as you."

"However, if you are too low in kendo, you will not be able to resist my sword. So, do you choose to continue to challenge?"

Yan Jinghong made a final confirmation to Mu Yu.

"I'm sure." Mu Yu did not hesitate.

"Good."

Yan Jinghong nodded. The long silver sword fell to the ground. Her eyes closed and a faint halo appeared on her body.

Under the mountain wind, long hair flutters and clothes flutter.

The whole person has entered a special realm.