The moonlight fell coldly, and the whole world was silent. WwW、QUAbEn-XIAoShUo、cOmThe cool breeze is blowing, carrying the icy cold air through the mountains.
A white shadow stood on the top of Yuxu Mountain. The mountain wind blew her clothes and hair, making a crackling sound. She looked like a fairy, unlike a mortal.
After a long time, a lingering sigh came from Bai Ying's mouth, and the faint loneliness echoed in the valley and jungle.
"Wushuang? What a nice name." Bai Ying murmured softly, and those sad star eyes appeared in his mind involuntarily. Why did he call her Wushuang? Why are you looking at her with such sad eyes? Was it a mistaken identity
If Long Yi were here, he would find that the white shadow on the top of the mountain is Wushuang who has lost his memory for some reason.
"My name is Bing Ning, not Wushuang." Bai Ying whispered again. She gently removed her veil, revealing a peerless face. Her face was peaceful and indifferent, but her mind was thinking about that strange man, her He did not exist in her memory, but she could feel the strange telepathy between him and herself, which made her very uneasy.
Bing Ning suddenly raised her hand and pulled out a strange pendant from her neck. It was made of unknown metal. The back was as smooth as jade, while the front was engraved with a fiery red sun rising slowly from the east. Since she pulled it from the crystal When she woke up in the coffin, the pendant was placed around her neck.
After staring at the pendant for a long time, Bing Ning held it in her hand. She didn't know what the pendant represented, but she knew that it was very important to her.
"Perhaps we should go back to the Holy City to take a look. I wonder what has become of it?" Bing Ning murmured. Unexpectedly, she slept for thousands of years, and her hometown Holy City has now become a lost sight in people's eyes. City. No matter what, she had to go back and pay homage to her parents and the people in the city.
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Long Yi closed his eyes and felt the whistling wind in his ears, and also felt his body falling weightlessly.
Suddenly. His body stagnated and he was lifted up like a chicken. However, the white-haired and white-bearded sword god grabbed his clothes and stood on the top of the mountain in a flash.
The sword god threw Long Yi to the ground, and a wine bottle appeared in his hand. He poured a few sips into his mouth, showing a satisfied look.
Long Yi's whole body felt like it was falling apart. He was lying on the ground with his limbs spread wide. The true energy in his Dantian began to slowly repair his damaged meridians, but the wounds in his soul still ached faintly. In fact, he is not strong, and may be more easily injured than ordinary people when facing his closest friends and relatives.
"Gangzi, would you like a sip?" The sword god threw the wine bottle over.
Long Yi stretched out his hand to catch the wine bottle. The cow drank a few sips, then chirped and said, "The wine is as good as the Elf Royal Family's Hundred Flowers Brewing."
As soon as he heard the words Baihua Nong, the old swordsman's eyes immediately opened wide. He sat down next to Long Yi and asked, "Have you ever drank Baihua Brew?"
"Nonsense, Master, my wife is an elf princess, and Baihua Brewing is just water." Long Yiniu coaxed. Such chatting and spanking made him feel much better. If he knew that Wushuang's amnesia was caused by the Ice Palace, he would destroy the Ice Palace sooner or later.
"Really? Do you still have it on your body now?" The old man Sword God was salivating. He was obviously a drunkard.
"It looks like there are still one or two bottles left. What do you want to do?" Long Yi asked with a raised eyebrow.
As soon as he heard that Long Yi had Baihua Brew, the old man Sword God lifted Long Yi up, shook him and said excitedly: "Then take it out quickly, old man, I have never drunk Baihua Brew in my life."
Long Yi was almost shaken by the old man, and finally escaped from his clutches. He said angrily: "What are you doing? Don't you know I'm injured?"
When the old sword god heard this, he grabbed Long Yi's hand and poured his fighting energy into it. He suddenly let out a startled cry and said: "You have a really weird physique, you can actually absorb my fighting energy. It was quite serious just now." The injury is actually much better, strange, really strange."
"Okay, don't touch it. I don't want to drink it. Just give it to you if you want it." Long Yi shook off the old man's hand and said with a smile, took out a bottle of Baihua Brew from the space ring and handed it to the old man.
The old sword god glared at Long Yi, but for the sake of Baihua Brewing, he didn't care about it. As soon as the bottle cork was opened, a light and unique aroma of wine spread out from the bottle, making my mouth water.
The old sword god took a cautious sip, closed his eyes and was intoxicated for a long time before shaking his head and saying: "If I can drink Baihua Brew, I, Murong Bo, will have no regrets even if I die."
"Murong Bo! You...are Murong Bo?" Long Yi heard that the old man called himself Murong Bo and couldn't help but exclaimed. Murong Bo was the number one swordsman in Canglan Continent a few years ago, the first master in the field of fighting spirit. Unexpectedly, he has now taken a step further and become the unattainable sword god.
"You kid, have you heard of my name? I haven't been born for nearly forty years." Murong Boqi said, putting only a sip of Baihua Brew into the space ring.
"I'm afraid even a three-year-old child knows your name Murong Bo. You are the pride of our Mad Dragon Empire. Now that you show up, all the warrior professions will go crazy for it." Long Yi chuckled, although he I was also pleasantly surprised, but not to the point of admiration.
Murong Bo's expression suddenly became a little desolate, and he sighed: "All fame and fortune are in vain, the world has nothing to do with me."
"Even the Holy Priests Judy and Kailin of the Light Church have nothing to do with you?" Long Yi said with a smile. He only heard the Bishop of Tenglong City of the Light Church say this last time.
Murong Bo was slightly startled and said with a smile: "You guys know a lot of things. I have no connection with them. All the grudges disappeared forty years ago."
"But it is said that the two of them are still obsessed with you, and they haven't married yet." Long Yi chuckled.
Murong Bo shook his head, waved his hand and gave Long a shudder, and scolded with a smile: "You brat, what are you talking about about my old man? Come on, do you know that little girl who has reached the realm of the Dharma God?"
When Wushuang was mentioned, Long Yi's mood became a little gloomy. He picked up a piece of grass and bit it in his mouth. He lay down and looked at the silver moon in the sky and said, "I think we know each other, but now she has forgotten me."
"Amnesia? This is a bit troublesome. This girl is not simple." Murong Bo sighed.
"Who is more powerful, you or her?" Long Yi asked curiously.
"If she really wants to fight, she can kill me, and I can seriously injure her, so in terms of overall strength, she is higher than me." Murong Bo said, he told the truth, he is a real expert who can destroy fame and fortune.
To be honest, Long Yi was still happy for Wushuang. He didn't expect that in just two years, she would step into the realm of the Dharma God.
"This little girl has not only reached the realm of the Dharma God with her water magic, but her space magic skills are also not weak. She is probably invincible in this world." Murong Bo said thoughtfully.
"No matter how invincible she is, she is still my Long Yi's woman." Long Yi said confidently. Although Wu Shuang couldn't remember him and it hit him hard, is he, Long Yi, so easy to admit defeat? Once she is his woman, she will be his woman forever, and this will not change no matter what.
Murong Bo chuckled and said: "You look like a romantic kid, which family do you belong to?" Murong Bo asked this because he felt the nobility in Long Yi, which was definitely not something ordinary people could possess. temperament.
"The Ximen family of the Mad Dragon Empire." Long Yi replied.
"Ximen family? Are you the son of that brat Ximen Nu? No wonder, there is indeed a bit of Ximen Kuang." Murong Bo looked at Long Yi and smiled.
Uh... Long Yi was speechless. Ximen Nu was still a kid in his eyes, but the Ximen Kuang he mentioned seemed to be his grandfather, Ximen Nu's father.
"Do you know my grandfather? Then do you know where he is now?" Long Yi asked.
"Of course I know him. Your grandfather had to call me big brother back then, but I don't know where he is now." Murong Bo shook his head and said with a look of reminiscence in his eyes.
Long Yi was a little disappointed when he heard this, and suddenly he asked: "Old man, do you know about the female swordsman who is in love with my grandfather?"
"Female Sword Master? There were indeed a few female sword masters who were entangled with your grandfather at that time. There should be no female sword masters." Murong Bo said with a smile.
Long Yi turned white. This old man had good intentions, right? He didn't believe that this impure old man didn't understand what he meant.
Long Yi described the appearance of the female sword master and asked Murong Bo if he had any impression.
Murong Bo shook his head, it had been so long, how could he remember so much.
"By the way, she also gave me a necklace that sealed the Ice Whirl Wall." Long Yi took out the necklace and showed it to Murong Bo.
"Whirlpool of Ice! Are you sure?" Murong Bo looked surprised and grabbed the necklace on Long Yi's chest and looked at it carefully.
"Of course I'm sure. When I blasted her with lightning, I almost died under her god-level defensive magic that can reflect attacks." Long Yixin said with lingering fear. If his body hadn't instinctively absorbed thunder and lightning, he might have died long ago. Deadly.
"So, could it be her?" Murong Bo's expression changed as he murmured.
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