Seeing Mu Yu lying in a pool of blood and dying, the passers-by on the road looked indifferently and turned around. No one came forward to save him.
To them, he is just a beggar, so what does it have to do with them whether he is dead or alive
A cold world, indifferent people.
"Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu."
Just when Mu Yu's life was about to end, his parents' calls seemed to ring in his ears.
"Mom and Dad."
Mu Yu tried his best to open his eyes and saw his parents appearing in front of him.
"Yes, I am not a beggar, I am a person with parents."
Some memories in Mu Yu's mind began to revive, recalling many things from his childhood.
"Xiaoyu, don't fall asleep, you have to wake up."
The eyes of parents are full of encouragement.
"But I'm really tired, just let me sleep for a while."
Mu Yu's eyelids closed again. He really wanted to sleep like this and never wake up.
"Brother Mu/Junior Brother."
At this time, several beautiful figures appeared in Mu Yu's mind. They smiled like flowers and looked at Mu Yu tenderly.
"Are you... senior sisters, Yanran, Ruolan?"
Memories flooded into Mu Yu's mind like a tide, and gradually, his eyes began to regain clarity.
"I am 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 life force poured into his body continuously.
Suddenly, the scene in front of him shattered like glass.
Mu Yu found that he had returned to the peak of Wuya Mountain again.
"It turns out that I have always been here and never left." Mu Yu suddenly realized.
"You have actually broken away from the artistic conception of my Supreme Forgetting Sword."
Yan Jinghong looked at him in surprise, "According to the records in the boulder, in the past decades, no one has been able to decipher the artistic conception of my Supreme Forgetting Sword. You are the first one." One, tell me how you got out of my mood?"
"The artistic conception of this sword is very strong. In fact, I don't know how to escape from it."
Mu Yu also looked confused, telling the truth.
"That's really weird."
Yan Jinghong also couldn't figure it out. He took out an ancient white jade pendant and handed it to Mu Yu, "This jade pendant is proof of customs clearance. You are the first person to obtain this jade pendant. Congratulations."
Mu Yu took the jade pendant, which was engraved with the dragon-shaped totem of the Northwest Spiritual Academy.
"You can leave now."
Yan Jinghong turned around and continued back to the edge of the cliff, "By the way, what's your name?"
"Mu Yu." Mu Yu replied.
Yan Jinghong recited it silently in his heart, and then said: "You are a very special person. I will record everything today on the boulder. If you come to Wuya Mountain again in the future and report your name, I will remember it." your."
"Okay, Senior Yan, I'll take my leave then."
Mu Yu glanced at Yan Jinghong's lonely back, cupped his hands, and left the top of the mountain.
"The Supreme Forgetting Sword, I never expected that the ancient swordsmanship that had been extinct for a long time would reappear in the world."
As soon as Mu Yu left the mountain top, a familiar voice came from his mind.
"Senior Feng? Is that you?"
Ever since Feng Xianjun helped him kill the leader in the red scarf during the last hunting event, Feng Xianjun seemed to have fallen asleep. Mu Yu called many times, but there was no response.