Last fall.

That early morning.

He was tied up and knelt in the East Harmony Garden.

The bowl of ginseng soup flew over, and when it bloomed on his head, he didn't feel pain, only that the sky was falling.

The eldest lady roared in anger to beat him to death.

It was Uncle Lian who knocked on the door from the outside and stopped him......

The picture at that time flashed in front of me at this moment, and it was extremely clear, as if it were yesterday.

Shen Muzhi suddenly thought that if Uncle Lian hadn't slammed the door in at that time and didn't stop the eldest lady, maybe it would have been better if he had been beaten to death with a stick!

At least, Xuan Cheng's senior brother doesn't have to die.

Qingguo can also live carefree in the mountains.

Su Hua can also continue to live in that Valley of Hundred Flowers.

He Xian and Master, now they don't have to be affected by him and fall out with Leshan.

All of this, all of which would have been better without him.

It turns out that among all this, he is the biggest mistake!

......

In the past year, he tried his best to struggle, but after all, he was just a leaf of duckweed, and he could only go with the flow, and life and death were between the thoughts of others.

After all, this is a world of the jungle.

What is the reason?

What is right or wrong?

In the face of strength, reason, right and wrong, these are just jokes.

Shen Muzhi understood all this too late.

He was still naïve after all.

In my ears, the wind roared.

The blood in his eyes faded, and his sanity gradually returned.

In front of him, Xuan Cheng's face was gradually blurring.

He wanted to say, so be it, he's tired.

However, before the sound of trying to speak reached Xuan Cheng's ears, it was blown away by the howling wind.

Xuan Cheng hugged him and galloped all the way.

In a flash of lightning, he didn't see Shen Muzhi's gradual awakening, nor did he see him close his eyes and fall unconscious, let alone pay attention to the jade sword that was still stuck in Shen Muzhi's chest. On it, the blood was shining brightly, and it was so red that it was dazzling.

Behind him, the loud bang made him frightened and made him even more nervous.

He was also wrong.

At the beginning, he shouldn't have persuaded Mu Zhi to follow He Xian here.

Mu Zhi didn't understand what was hidden under the glamorous appearance of these so-called immortal sects, but he knew it. How could he have forgotten then?

It's just that time can't be turned back, and there is no regret medicine in the world.

The matter has come to this, what can he do if he regrets not being at the beginning?

The lake-green sword light swept through the sky and went straight to the outside of the mountain gate.

It's just that when he was about to reach the edge of the mountain gate array, a figure appeared out of thin air and stopped in front of Xuan Cheng.

The wide gray cloak enveloped the entire person, making it difficult to see the face and figure. High in the sky, the wind was continuous, and between the fluttering clothes, a touch of sword blade was faintly visible in it flashing with a cold luster.

This person is not good.

Xuan Cheng's forward momentum came to an abrupt halt, staring vigilantly at the gray-robed man in front of him, and secretly pinched a few talismans in his hand.

"You can go, he'll stay!" a hoarse voice, low and cold. In the shadows under the canopy hat, two eyes shot out, like poisonous snakes, exuding a dangerous smell.

Xuan Cheng pinched the talisman in his hand, narrowed his eyes, and asked, "What if I don't?"

When the gray-robed man heard this, he smiled: "Then I have to leave you with him!" As soon as the words fell, the wind burst out, and the wide gray robe was instantly swept up by the wind, like an eagle's bright wings, and then, the sword light was like snow, covering the sky and the sun, and roared towards Xuan Cheng.

Xuan Cheng's color changed, and the talisman that had been prepared in his hand was pressed to his chest, holding Shen Muyi and retreating, while hurriedly blocking the sword.

It's just that the strength of the two is really different. The strength of this gray-robed person is at least around the Purple Palace Realm. Although Xuan Cheng has entered the Cloud Sea Realm, between him and the Purple Palace Realm is the gap between the middle realm and the upper realm. This is the difference between clouds and mud. Even if he has the help of talismans, he can improve his strength for a short time, but the gap between the great realms, that is the heavenly moat, how can a few talismans be smoothed out?

What's more, Xuan Cheng still has to protect Shen Muzhi.

Soon, Xuan Cheng fell into the downwind, and if he didn't pay attention, he was blasted into the mirror lake below by a sword.

There was a thud, and the water splashed.

The water of Mirror Lake is extremely cold.

Xuan Cheng's drowsy head was stirred by the lake water, and he instantly sobered up, and hurriedly turned around and swam into the depths of the water, chasing Shen Muzhi, who had already sunk underwater.

In the dim lake, the jade sword on Shen Muzhi's chest became more and more dazzling.

Strangely, there was not the slightest blood oozing from the wound.

Just as Xuan Cheng's hand was about to grab Shen Muzhi, a huge black shadow suddenly appeared underneath and quickly approached.

When Xuan Cheng saw it, he was shocked, and he was even more anxious to get Shen Muzhi back. But at this moment, a sharp sword light broke through the water from above and stabbed him in the back.

In desperation, Xuan Cheng had to turn around first to stop him.

With this delay, the black shadow below had already reached Shen Muzhi's body, and as soon as it opened, countless lakes and water poured into its mouth wrapped in Shen Muzhi's brain. Then, the huge body twisted violently, and the whole body, like a sharp arrow, rushed towards the surface of the water.

Xuan Cheng was above, and when he felt the water rushing in, he hurriedly hid to the side. But before he could dodge, the swift water swept past him, sweeping him upwards.

Above the water, the gray-robed man quickly raised his figure when he saw a huge black shadow suddenly appearing under the water.

As soon as he dodged, he heard a loud bang, and the water splashed in all directions, and the huge figure suddenly jumped out of the water. On top of the huge black body, a figure stood upright, surrounded by lake-green sword light, shielding all the surrounding lakes from the outside.

When the gray-robed man saw this, he was shocked and angry.

"Damn brute!" roared, and the gray-robed man drew his sword again. The surging sword qi and killing intent not only pointed at Xuan Cheng alone, but also enveloped the dragon under his feet.

The dragon raised its head and let out a roar, a deep roar that shook the mountains. Above the surrounding archipelago, the birds fled in terror, screaming and flying farther away.

Without waiting for Xuan Cheng to take out his sword to resist, the thick dragon tail slammed out of the water, rolling up a huge wave of water, and brazenly met the fierce sword qi. With a bang, the sword qi shattered, and the water waves were torn apart.

Above the dragon's tail, there is an extra opening. In the depths of the bright red blood, the water surface was instantly stained red.

The dragon was in pain, and roared again. The voice was deeper than before, with a peculiar rhythm.

Suddenly, the surface of the lake around the turtle dragon was still turbulent, but it suddenly calmed down at this moment, and there was not even a trace of ripples, as if someone had suddenly stroked it with his hand, erasing those folds in an instant.

It's a weird feeling.

Xuan Cheng stood behind the dragon, and suddenly sensed a strange power, which was quietly emerging from the surface of the lake in a radius of more than ten feet.

The gray-robed man in mid-air should have also sensed this strange power, and when he was angry, he didn't dare to fight with this turtle dragon again, and hurriedly pulled up a few feet higher, distanced himself from the turtle dragon, and at the same time slightly restrained the boiling murderous aura on his body.

"I have no intention of hurting you, but if you really want to do something with me, don't blame me for using the Mountain Gate Array to suppress you to the bottom of the lake!" said in a cold voice, with a warning meaning.

This is for the dragon.

A turtle dragon with such strength, although it can't transform into a human, but its spiritual wisdom has long been enlightened, so it naturally understands what it says.

The dragon raised his head, and in his golden eyes, there was no emotion, and after staring at the gray-robed man in mid-air for a moment, he suddenly swung his tail on the ground. In an instant, on the surrounding lake, the waves rose again.

That strange feeling disappeared suddenly.

The gray-robed man breathed a sigh of relief.

But Xuan Cheng frowned.

At this moment, the dragon also seemed to notice that he was standing on its back, and with a twist of its body, it went underwater. Seeing this, Xuan Cheng hurriedly floated his sword in the air.

"What about people?" the gray-robed man asked when he saw that Shen Muzhi was gone.

Xuan Cheng said angrily: "People have sunk to the bottom of the lake, you go fish!"

The gray-robed man was silent when he heard this, as if he was weighing the truth of Xuan Cheng's words. After a moment, he moved to the side and motioned for Xuan Cheng to leave.

Xuan Cheng snorted angrily, and Edgeworth left.

But at the moment when Xuan Cheng was about to pass through the mountain gate array, the wide hem of the gray-robed man not far away was suddenly swept up by the wind. A sword light swept out of it silently, and the speed was so fast that it was behind Xuan Cheng in the blink of an eye.

The sword light on it bloomed in an instant.

The snow-white glow was dazzling, and it swallowed Xuan Cheng in one fell swoop.

Faintly, there seemed to be a glimmer of golden light in it, and then quickly extinguished.

After two or three breaths, the snow-white sword light disappeared, and there was no more Xuan Cheng there. After the gray-robed man snorted coldly, his body sank suddenly, and he stabbed straight into the mirror lake below.

Outside the mountain gate array, in the faint mist, Xuan Cheng's Taoist robe was so broken that he couldn't look like it, and he was sitting cross-legged on a talisman boat with a pale face, closing his eyes to heal his wounds.

Skyrim, dusk is approaching.

The sun dyed the horizon crimson, like blood.

I don't know what's going on on Zhengyang Peak at this moment?

Xuan Cheng was in an uncertain mood, and after sighing, Youyou opened his eyes. After turning his head to look at the sky beyond the mist, he looked back in the direction of the mountain gate array.

The dragon, he didn't know exactly what was going on. But at that moment, his intuition told him that the turtle dragon had no ill will towards Shen Muzhi.

He was waiting here at the moment, not leaving, in addition to wanting to see if he could wait for a trace of news about Zhengyang Peak, he was also waiting for the dragon.

Although Shen Muzhi stabbed a sword in the chest, the sword was never pulled out, and his breath was still hanging.

Although Xuan Cheng has no way, it doesn't mean that no one in this world has a way.

He had already thought about it, and when he got back to Muzhi, he would take him to the mountain to find him.

The one who was able to reshape Qingguo's heart with contracts and hard work may be able to save Shen Muzhi now.

He believed that as long as he could be saved, he would not sit idly by.

And at this moment, he can only believe so.

Time passes slowly.

Xuan Cheng sat in the Fu Zhou, and there was a vague sense of torment like a year.

In the sky, the orange-yellow sun is gradually sinking. The crimson sunset, like a flame, is burning.

Xuan Cheng recalled the first time he met Shen Muzhi in the mountains and forests.

At that time, he was covered in blood and dying.

What he didn't want to save was Shen Muzhi, driven by his survival instinct, he reached out and grabbed his leg, and muttered: "Save me, I don't want to die!"

At that time, he was so strong in his desire to survive.

At that time, he was twelve years old.

But today, he personally sent himself on the road to Huangquan.

Today, he is thirteen years old.

However, it was only a year.