The young man frowned, looking at the broken sword that seemed to be named Zhu Xian.

He seemed to have a faint sense that he was connected to the sword.

Holding the sword lightly, some images suddenly came to his mind.

Above the sky, hundreds of miles of dark clouds were overhead, and thunder and lightning were flashing in the thick clouds.

A young man in white held a golden sword to defend against the thunder of the day.

After the image flashed through my mind, there was nothing.

The young man sat on the dilapidated bed and glanced at the broken sword, an electric arc appeared on the sword, and he could clearly feel that the sword itself contained a terrifying thunder power.

Xiao Xiang'er looked at this scene with some surprise, and poked out her little head curiously and said, "Hey, are you okay?" ”

The boy froze, then shook his head.

Xiao Xiang'er seemed puzzled, and said: "You will be fine, when this broken sword was picked up, Sister Xi Yao was injured by this arc when she held it in her hand, how could you be okay?

The young man shook his head, still confused in his eyes, looked at Xiao Xiang'er, and then looked at the sword in his hand.

This made Xiao Xiang'er a little annoyed and puffed out her cheeks and said: "Oh, you are really like a wood, anyway, you don't have a name now, it's better for me to call you wood." ”

The boy was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

This made Xiao Xiang'er roll her eyes and almost die of anger.

In the end, he took the medicine bowl and left angrily.

The young man named Mu frowned and thought for a long time, and after meditating, he still couldn't figure out who he was and what identity he had.

Finally, he sighed, and then he had to give up.

In the next few days, his injuries improved by leaps and bounds, which made the little Xiang'er and the old woman feel a little incredible.

After all, he was so seriously injured, it was good to be alive and not become a waste, but he didn't expect that within three days, the injury would heal.

And you can walk on the ground.

It had been three months since he had seen the sun, and when the boy named Mu walked out of the low hut for the first time, he couldn't help but squint his eyes and feel a little uncomfortable when he looked at the harsh sunlight.

His face was a little pale, but because the whole person was scorched black by thunder, his face was as black as carbon, so he couldn't see anything at all.

However, from the vague outline, it can be seen that the young man was once handsome.

It seems to be a paradise in the middle of a mountain, with beautiful scenery and birds fluttering.

I heard Xiao Xiang'er say that the name of this place is Lingshan.

Sure enough, it is full of aura.

Xiao Xiang'er doesn't know what's going on these days, and she always runs out and looks preoccupied.

Sometimes she came back crying, and the boy asked her what happened, but she didn't say anything, and the boy was helpless about it.

He glanced at the old woman who was chopping wood in the small yard and wanted to come forward to help.

The old woman was slightly surprised when she saw that he could walk on the ground, and then said coldly: "It's not good to stay in the house and rest and run out to do something." If your thin body is tired and sick again, I'm afraid that the old body will serve you to boil medicine for you, hum!"

There was no good face for the old woman, but the young man smiled and didn't care.

This old woman is indeed a knife-mouthed tofu heart, but she is actually a very good old woman.

The boy has been carefully cared for by her for the past three days, boiling medicine for him every day, even if he is busy until late at night, the medicinal soup has never been interrupted five times a day.

Of course, it would be better if her mouth didn't hurt some.

However, the teenager did not ask for so much.

After all, the other party has a life-saving grace for him, and this kindness is greater than heaven.

The old woman continued to chop wood, and then said in an old voice: "I see that your appearance is almost recovering, and when you are completely recovered, leave here." ”

The young man paused, and then nodded silently: "Thank you for taking in the old woman, I will wait to thank Xiao Xiang'er for the Xiyao girl who saved my life, and then leave here, and when the kid recovers his memory in the future, I will definitely repay you and Xiao Xiang'er a thousand times more for your kindness." ”

The old woman opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end she swallowed it.

The boy bowed and left the courtyard.

Then, I kept asking for directions, trying to find the residence named Xiyao and thank her.

The passers-by saw his face blackened by lightning, and they couldn't help but laugh one by one.

The boy didn't take this to heart.

Maybe it has something to do with his personality before he lost his memory, everything looks bland.

When they found an elegant pavilion where Xi Yao lived according to the address, two maids blocked the young man's way.

After the boy explained his intentions, one of the maids went to tell him that the boy was waiting here, and that it was impossible to see them or not.

According to the young man's observation, the girl named Xi Yao seems to be the owner of this spiritual mountain, and her status is not an ordinary person, let alone him, even those people in the spiritual mountain want to see a woman.

Xiao Xiang'er is deeply loved by her, so she can come and go here at will and invite her to treat the young man's injuries.

In the pavilion on the highest floor, a blue-eyed girl held a formation material, carving something on the ground, sometimes frowning and thinking, and sometimes stretching her eyebrows.

Her blue eyes radiated a soft glow, her rosy lips were as tender as a baby's skin, her skin was smooth and fair, and her long silky hair hung down to her waist.

Wearing a light cyan dress, with a pale pink tassel silk flower around the waist,

The whole person has a fairy-like elegant temperament.

The girl held the formation materials in her slender hands and arranged the formation here, but she seemed to fall into calm, and several times the formation materials wanted to fall, but they always stopped in mid-air.

At this time, a red-clothed sword-clothed maid stepped forward and said respectfully: "Spirit Master, a young man came outside, saying that he was a friend of Xiao Xiang'er, and he came here to thank you for saving your life." ”

The clear-eyed girl frowned for a moment when she heard this, and then seemed to think that Xiao Xiang'er did ask him to make a move three months ago, as if to save a young man who was struck by lightning.

She saw that the boy seemed to be hopeless at first, and asked Xiao Xiang'er to give up, but Xiao Xiang'er still stubbornly thought that the boy was still alive.

She spent a lot of real yuan to protect the young man's heart, and she had already concluded that it was impossible for the young man to wake up.

Unexpectedly, the young man miraculously came back to life.

The clear-eyed girl was a little surprised, but she was only surprised, and then her eyes still stayed on this formation.

"Tell him that I took his thanks, and that there was no need to meet them. ”

The woman's voice is ethereal and beautiful, as if it can cleanse people's hearts.

She needed to repair and deduce this ancient formation, and she didn't have much time.

Hearing this, the red-clothed maid nodded and said respectfully, "Okay Spirit Master, I'll let him go." ”

When she turned around, the clear-eyed girl thought of the same scorched black sword, which seemed to be the young man's saber.

The power of thunder in that sword could actually hurt her.

Although the injuries were not serious, they were enough to show how extraordinary that sword was.

That sword is extraordinary, and its owner must not be an ordinary person, otherwise how could he still be alive after being struck by lightning.

At this thought, she stopped the maid in red.

"Wait. ”

"What's wrong, Spirit Lord?"

The red-clothed maid turned around with a puzzled look on her face.

The clear-eyed girl pondered for a moment, then spoke, "Let him in." ”

The maid in red took the order to leave.

Then the boy named Wood came to the side of the clear-eyed girl after a short time.

At this moment, the clear-eyed girl was still frowning and thinking about the ancient formation on the ground, as if she had grasped the most critical place, and did not pay attention to the young man.

And the boy didn't bother at the moment.

The two of them each held a position for a long time.

In the end, the clear-eyed woman sighed, but still didn't drop the formation materials in her hand on this remnant map.

She raised her head and glanced at the blackened boy with clear eyes.

"It's true, I thought you wouldn't survive. ”

The young man nodded, then clasped his fists and said, "Thank you Miss Xiyao for saving your life." ”

The clear-eyed girl shook her head and said in an ethereal voice: "You don't have to thank me, I just did a little bit of my best, and you can survive because of your own vitality." ”