Mo Chen could see how entangled Ning Yu was.
It's not that Ning Yu's emotions and desires are all written on his face, that's not the case, Ning Yu is not that stupid.
Rather... he felt it.
Although Ning Yu's expression was calm and calm, the aura around him was not steady.
This was something that Mo Chen could detect if he paid attention in the past. But to him now, Ning Yu had clearly engraved the four characters "I have something on my mind" on his face and body, which was as conspicuous as a bright light in the dark night.
Ning Yu showed him her compass.
Unlike the previous time, the compass had no response, just like standing in a wilderness with no mechanism.
Of course it can't be that his compass is broken, it can only be said that Huiliu Mountain's formation is not right. It is said that even if the formation is completely destroyed, the remaining eyes of the formation will not just disappear like this. What's more, Huiliu Mountain is still a treasure land with abundant aura. Even if there has never been a formation, the compass will not be unresponsive to the leylines and aura here.
So now this situation seems normal, but it is actually very abnormal.
Mo Chen only glanced at it, then cast his eyes into the distance.
In his eyes, Huiliu Mountain seemed both familiar and strange.
His gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the vast rain and fog, and see places that others could not see.
Huiliu Mountain has four distinct seasons. The mountain is full of flowers in spring, dark green in summer, yellow leaves in autumn, and covered in silver in severe winter.
All year round, neither early nor late. That's why people in the world say that the fairest thing in this world is time. Whether you are an emperor or a beggar, the time you have is the same length and speed. Even everything in the world, flowers, birds, insects and fish, no one can be an exception.
But now in his eyes, time seems to be torn together by an invisible hand, from autumn to winter, from spring to summer, changing rapidly, just like this mountain is changing its clothes quickly——
It was a scene in stubborn memory.
It was the past he had experienced in Huiliu Mountain.
His consciousness has been trapped in this mountain. After the magic dragon was trapped and killed, he just stayed here and didn't leave.
During this long time, he forgot who he was, did not remember where he came from, and did not know where he could go.
He didn't remember who he was, how he died, or even who his enemy was.
What fills these gaps is the four seasons of Huiliu Mountain.
At first he could neither see nor hear, let alone feel.
Later, he could hear all kinds of subtle and rich sounds. The first thing he heard in his impression was the sound of light rain on a spring night, just like now. The sound was endless, peaceful, and quiet, as if time was about to freeze at this moment.
Later, he could gradually see that the Huiliu Mountain in summer was full of dense green, so green that it made people intoxicated. Then, as if in the blink of an eye, the mountains and plains were blown golden by the west wind, and large swirls of leaves fell, falling on the ground, in the water, and at the bottom of the stream, forming a thick layer; then It is the long winter, the mountains are extremely lonely and deserted, and the mountains are frozen, and the ice and snow seem to never melt.
He didn't remember when it started, but he suddenly thought, what does it look like in the distance? What lies beyond the rolling hills? What a sight it was there.
However, he couldn't move, he could only think about it this way, but he couldn't get over it, he couldn't see it.
This random thought becomes an obsession. Maybe there is nothing behind the mountain, maybe the scenery on this side of the mountain is not different, and you will feel "just so" when you see it. However, just because I can't get past it and can't see it, I can't let go of this thought.
From this obsession, countless troubles are born, and the state of mind can no longer be as carefree as before.
who is he? where is he from? Why is he here
He...how can he leave
In his eyes, the change of seasons is no longer a beauty, and time has become a long torment.
who I am? Where do I come from? Where should I go
These three questions have probably been considered by many people throughout the ages. What are you asking for? It is nothing more than going around these three questions.
Because of being disappointed for too long, when someone in the magic way went up to the mountain to burn furnaces and refine weapons, it unexpectedly brought about a turning point.
In order to kill the devil, the formation on the mountain was changed.
Xu Wangzun, who was known as the devil at that time, was passed down as a god by later generations. Of course, people in the righteous way have nothing good to say about him. They kill people like hemp and commit all kinds of evil. It seems that as long as someone died in those years, it was probably his hands. As long as it is a bad thing, it must have something to do with him. People in the devil way respected this demon king who had almost wiped out the righteous way. Originally, people in the devil way are those who conquer with fists. Just listening to these people's words, Xu Wangzun's image became even more difficult to guess, and he was blown out of bounds.
But he had seen this person before, and he was not at all similar to the legends of people outside. Neither nine feet tall nor blue-faced fangs. When this person went up the mountain for the first time, it was still called Jade Dragon Mountain. This person only wore a green shirt and carried a sword. He didn't seem to have the slightest bit of magic, but rather a scholar who went on a study tour.
He spoke and acted differently from ordinary people in the demonic way. He even came to pay a visit to him once when he was the leader of the righteous way and the head of Danyang. Listening to his words, they even knew each other when they were young, and they had some friendship. When the two met, they didn't confront each other. They fought to death. They sat down, drank tea, and talked, always looking amiable. But when it came time to do it, no one showed mercy.
Whether it was Xu Wangzun or the head of Song in Danyang, they all died on this mountain. More than half of the mountain was almost completely soaked in blood, and the murderous aura was soaring. Some of the bones were collected and taken away, and some... there were no one to collect them.
These fragmentary bones were later buried in the back mountain, that is, in the cemetery of Huiliu Mountain. Those who were buried included people from the Danyang Immortal Sect and people from other sects. Of course, there must also be people from the Demonic Dao among them.
However, people are all dead, and there is no difference when they are buried. They are all mixed together, and a tombstone without inscriptions is erected.
The turning point came after the Battle of Killing Demons. He didn't care how many people died in that bloody battle. After the battle of killing demons, the power that originally restrained him was suddenly loosened. He could leave the original mountain stream and reach the grassy slopes and river beaches at the foot of the mountain... At that time, there was no Huiliu town at the foot of the mountain, only a few scattered families with a few acres of land, and they usually made a living by hunting.
Those people came and died, and those who didn't die also left. One of them stayed and renamed the place Huiliushan, and became a polished master himself. But at that time, there were two seriously injured uncles beside him, who died within a year or two.
One day, someone threw a swaddling baby at the foot of the mountain. The baby in the swaddling baby had died, but the body was still warm.
Mo Chen lowered his head and glanced at his palm.
who is he
Is it the son of the owner of the Burial Sword Valley who was killed before the full moon, or the magic dragon that was trapped and died in the mountains thousands of years ago
Both, and neither.
He is him, the master's first disciple, the elder brother of Huiliu Mountain, and he is now standing here firmly. The past is not worth the effort to search for, the future is still far away, and the most important thing is the present.
"Brother Mo," Ning Yu pointed to the distance, "Is that Master and the others?"
Mo Chen nodded.
The name of Huiliu Mountain was changed by Master, but Master didn't come up with this name by accident, or Master Hu knew that he wanted to start his own sect, and eagerly rushed to divination for him. After picking the words Hui and Liu, this mountain became Huiliu Mountain. (to be continued)