Looking at Mu Yu, who is dying in a pool of blood, the passers-by on the road are indifferent and bypass one after another. No one comes forward to help him.
For them, it's just a beggar. What does it matter to them whether they live or die?
Cold world, cold people.
"Feather, feather."
At the end of Mu Yu's life, his ears seemed to ring the call of his parents.
"Mom and dad."
Mu Yu tried to open his eyes and saw his parents appear in front of him.
"Yes, I'm not a beggar, I'm a person with parents"
some memories in Mu Yu's mind began to revive, recalling a lot of things when he was a child.
"Xiaoyu, don't go to sleep, you have to wake up."
Mom and dad's eyes are full of encouragement.
"But I'm really tired. Let me sleep for a while."
Mu Yu's eyelids closed again. He wanted to sleep like this and never woke up.
"Brother mu."
At this time, several beautiful shadows emerge in Mu Yu's mind. They smile like flowers and look at Mu Yu tenderly.
"You are Elder martial sister, Yan Ran, Ruolan? "
The memory in Mu Yu's mind is like a tidal current. Gradually, his eyes begin to recover.
"I'm Mu Yu. I can't die here. There are many people who care about me and love me waiting for me."
Mu Yu's memory was completely restored, and his vitality poured into his body.
Suddenly, the picture in front of me broke like glass.
Mu Yu finds that he has returned to the peak of the boundless mountain again.
"Originally, I have been here all the time, never left." Mu Yu suddenly.
"You are out of the mood of my love forgetting sword."
Yan Jinghong looked at him with a surprised face, "according to the records in the boulder, after the completion of my taishangjiqing sword, no one has been able to break the artistic conception of my taishangjiqing sword for decades. You are the first one to tell me how you get rid of my artistic conception?"
"The artistic conception of this sword is very strong. In fact, I don't know how to break away from it."
Mu Yu is also a face at a loss, the truth.
"That's strange."
Yan Jinghong also didn't understand. He took out an old white jade pendant and handed it to Mu Yu. "This jade pendant is a customs clearance certificate. You are the first one to get this jade pendant. Congratulations."
Mu Yu took over the jade pendant, on which the dragon totem of Northwest Lingyuan was carved.
"You can leave."
Yan Jinghong turned around and went back to the edge of the cliff. "By the way, what's your name?"
"Mu Yu." Mu Yu replied.
Yan Jinghong read it silently in his heart, and then said, "you are a very special person. I will record all the events of today on the boulder. If you come back to the top of the boundless mountain in the future and give your name, I will remember you."
"Well, master Yan, then I'll leave."
Mu Yu takes a look at Yan Jinghong's lonely back, arches his hand and leaves the top of the mountain.
"I can't imagine that the ancient swordsmanship, which has long been extinct, has reappeared in the world."
Just as Mu Yu left the top of the mountain, a familiar voice came to his mind.
"Master Feng? Is that you? "
Since the last time when he was hunting animals, Feng Xianjun helped him to kill the leader of hongyijin, Feng Xianjun seems to be sleeping. Mu Yu has called for many times, but has never responded.