After Shen Muzhi left the Little Spirit Sword Pavilion, he went to the side of the mountain stream again.

Zhao Zhengguang asked him about his mother before, although he didn't show anything at the time, but in his heart, he was actually no longer calm.

Regarding the fact that this jade sword was a relic of his mother, he had mentioned it to He Xian. At that time, He Xian also asked about his mother, but he didn't think much about it at the time.

But today, as soon as Zhao Zhengguang heard that this jade sword was her mother's relic, he frowned suddenly, and his solemn expression suddenly exploded in his mind like thunder, and instantly made him realize one thing.

Something he never thought about.

That is, who is her mother, how can she have such a high-grade spirit sword?

He hadn't thought about what kind of person his mother was for many years, but now this thought jumped back into his mind, and it lingered.

In the mountain stream, the sound of water roars.

The mist of the water, under the sun, is colorful and dazzling.

Shen Muzhi sat on the edge of the cliff, his legs hanging down from the cliff, staring at the colorful light shining in the mist in a daze, and in his mind, he kept recalling the words of those people in the mansion when he mentioned his mother in his childhood.

There was nothing useful in those words, except for a few insults.

He also learned from Uncle Lian that the people in the house had never met his mother.

What kind of person is a mother?

How could he be with his father?

Or is he really not the father's child?

Perhaps, not really. Because only in this way can it be explained that he was wronged in the first place, and his father not only did not help him in the slightest, but also watched the eldest lady offer a reward of 5,000 gold for his life.

When He Xian came, he sat on the edge of the cliff in a daze, and he had been sitting for a long time.

It wasn't until He Xian's deliberately heavy footsteps reached his back that he woke up, and when he turned around and saw He Xian, he was stunned for a moment, and asked, "Brother He Xian, why are you here?"

He Xian smiled and sat down next to him: "Come and see you." As he spoke, his gaze swept over Shen Muzhi's face, and he immediately saw the sorrows that he had not had time to hide completely.

"What are you thinking?" he asked, pretending not to know anything, smiling.

Shen Muzhi hesitated for a moment and said, "Just now Master asked me where that jade sword came from. I told the truth. As he spoke, he paused for a moment and asked again, "Brother He Xian, do ordinary people have this kind of sword?"

He Xian looked at him, and his heart was faintly heavy.

This boy suffered a lot at a young age. Now, the identity of the biological mother has been pulled out......

God really doesn't care at all, can't he live in this Great Sword Gate carefree for a while?

After He Xian smiled bitterly in his heart, he replied, "Generally speaking, there won't be." ”

When Shen Muzhi heard this, he looked down at the flowing water rolling in the mountain stream under his feet, and his mood was complicated.

Is my mother, whom I have never met, actually a monk on the mountain?

"Muzhi, do you want to know who your mother is?" He Xian's voice suddenly sounded.

This voice, obviously not loud, suddenly overshadowed the sound of rumbling water, and fell into his ears very clearly, making his heart thunder, his body stiffened, and after a moment, he turned his head and asked in disbelief: "Can you find it?"

He Xian thought for a while, and replied after consideration: "You can try, but there is no guarantee that you will be able to." As he spoke, carefully noticing the emotional changes on his face, he asked tentatively, "Then do you want to know?"

Shen Muzhi hesitated.

Want to know?

I want to, and I don't want to. "It's okay, you can think about it first. He Xian saw his struggle, and after saying a sentence with a smile, he changed the topic: "I'll go to Fuzhou tomorrow to pick up Daoist Xuancheng, do you want to go along?"

When Shen Muyi heard this, most of the worries in his heart suddenly decreased, and he looked at He Xian in surprise: "Can I go with me?"

He Xian nodded: "If you are willing, I will go and talk to your master later, and come to pick you up tomorrow morning." ”

"Good. Shen Muzhi laughed.

He has been waiting for Xuan Cheng for a long time, there are many things, he wants to wait for Xuan Cheng to come, listen to his opinion, and now he is finally waiting.

After He Xian left, Shen Muzhi's mood became brilliant and bright like the colorful luster between the mist. On the way back to Xiaomei Garden, I couldn't help but hum a song.

After passing through Merlin, he had just walked to the stream, and suddenly saw a figure in the pavilion not far away, and left in a hurry. I don't know if it's because he's here.

Shen Muzhi was stunned, then retracted his gaze and walked silently towards his building.

At night, Shen Muzhi, who was a little excited, boxed by the lake again.

Over and over again.

The mountain breeze swept across the lake, with a slight refreshing dampness of the lake, gently brushing the cheeks and smoothing the ripples in the heart lake.

Not far away, on the building where Lin Changying lived, a figure was quietly standing in the railing, quietly looking at this side.

After a while, he suddenly sighed softly and turned into the room behind him.

Shen Muzhi didn't notice this scene.

After punching around the lake twice, he also wiped his sweat and went back to his room.

Nothing was said all night.

On the second day, Shen Muzhi packed up early and waited outside the small plum garden. Not long after, He Xian came, saw Shen Muzhi who was already waiting, smiled slightly, and after chatting for a few words, he took him into sword light and left Zhengyang Peak.

At the foot, the mountain peaks became smaller, only to see the verdant expanse, and then, suddenly, retreated. The biting wind was coming, and a glimmer of light crept in from behind, blocking all these winds from the outside.

Shen Muzhi glanced back at He Xian, and there was a warm smile on his handsome face.

In less than a moment, the two of them had crossed the golden lake in the morning light, and then fell into a secluded mountain forest not far from the lake.

After a short time, the two walked out of the mountains and forests, preparing to follow the mountain road to Fuzhou.

But as soon as he came out of the mountains and forests and saw the scenery in front of him, Shen Muzhi was stunned.

In the distance, the vast surface of the Mirror Lake, in the breeze, under the morning light, sparkling and rippling. The small boats were moored not far from the shore and were fastened with ropes to sticks stuck to the bottom of the lake.

This should have been a beautiful scenery, but now in Shen Muzhi's eyes, only the bone-chilling cold grew from the soles of his feet and then spread all over his body.

It was as if he had fallen into the icy waters of the lake again. Darkness and despair poured in.

His whole body suddenly trembled uncontrollably, hatred and despair intertwined, roaring in his heart.

"Muzhi, what's wrong with you?" He Xian suddenly noticed that something was wrong with Shen Muzhi, and couldn't help but get nervous, and asked in a deep voice, while reaching out to hold his shoulder.

But at this moment, a jade sword with a red light suddenly flashed, stabbing He Xian's outstretched hand.

The thick murderous aura and bloody aura rippled in an instant.

He Xian was shocked, his feet moved, and after he dodged the jade sword, he raised his hand and flicked it, and a white light shot out, directly wrapping the red light that was chasing him, and then took another step, and approached Shen Muzhi's body, and pointed out, falling between Shen Muzhi's eyebrows, and the white light flashed and disappeared.

Shen Muzhi's whole body stiffened, and his eyes, which were originally slightly glowing with red light, slowly closed after a moment of dazing.

Then, as soon as his body went limp, he fainted.

He Xian hurriedly reached out to catch it.

At this time, the jade sword wrapped in He Xian's white light began to struggle continuously.

He Xian glanced at it, groaned slightly, and waved his hand to disperse the white light. The red light flashed, and it returned to Shen Muzhi's body.

This sudden change made He Xian unexpected. Stretched out his hand and probed slightly between Shen Muzhi's neck, and after learning that he was fine, he breathed a sigh of relief. Then, he turned his head to look at the shore of the lake not far away, and after looking suspiciously for a moment, he suddenly remembered some things that Shen Muzhi had told him.

Is this where he was forced to jump into the lake?

He Xian looked back at Shen Muzhi who had fainted, and couldn't help but sigh.

On the other side, there were a couple of old men, carrying fishing baskets and fishing nets, and they were saying this, and they were walking here.

He Xian glanced at it, quickly put Shen Muzhi on his back, and left here.

When he woke up, he was already in Fuzhou.

The antique room is filled with a faint agarwood fragrance. Shen Muzhi rubbed his eyebrows, which were a little painful, got out of bed and walked to the window, and as soon as he pushed the window open, there were loud voices pouring into the house.

When I looked out, I saw the street under the window.

"Is this Fuzhou?" Shen Mu was stunned, and suddenly remembered that before he fell into a coma, he had already gone to the shore of Jinghu with Brother He Xian. At that time, the place where they landed was the place where he was forced to commit suicide by jumping into the lake. Then, he only felt cold, like falling into a mirror lake, and after that, he lost consciousness.

It seems that Brother He Xian took him to Fuzhou later.

Thinking of He Xian, Shen Muzhi left from the window and walked out of the door.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw a young man guarding outside.

When the guy saw him come out, he immediately stepped forward with a smile and said, "Childe is awake." Just now, He Gongzi ordered, saying that if you wake up, thank you in the house first, he will go out and come back immediately. ”

After hearing this, Shen Muzhi nodded, and then asked the guy, "Where is this?"

The guy replied, "This is Ming Ge." ”

Ming Pavilion?

Shen Mu was stunned, and immediately remembered Jin Ming Pavilion.

These two are probably the industries of the Great Sword Gate.

After Shen Muzhi thanked his buddy, he turned around and went back to the room. It didn't take long for He Xian to come back, and with him, there was Xuan Cheng.

When old friends meet, they are naturally very happy.

After a period of greetings, Xuan Cheng suddenly took out an object and handed it to Shen Muzhi: "On the way to Fuzhou before, I saw it and thought it was pretty good, so I bought three, and it happened to be one for each of us." ”

Shen Muzhi took a look at it, it was a hosta, the style was simple, and only the moire pattern was carved on the hairpin, which was not good-looking, but it was inexplicably a little attractive.

Thinking that Xuan Cheng bought three, and the three of them each had one, Shen Muzhi looked at this hosta and liked it a little more.

After thanking him, he reached out and took it, and then naturally put it into his fingers.

Xuan Cheng watched the hosta disappear in his hand, his eyes lit up slightly, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became a little thicker. It seems that this kid's treatment in the Great Sword Gate should not be bad.

After the three of them chatted a few more words, they prepared to go back to the Great Sword Gate.

When the shopkeeper of the Ming Pavilion learned that they were leaving, he sent them to the door. After the three of them said goodbye one by one, they went all the way to the east along the bustling street, and after leaving the city gate, they walked a section of the official road and then branched into the mountain road.