Ten years, for mortals: Mo Shang is like a jade boy, with his wife and children, and the years are long. For monks, it is just an enlightenment and a determination, if the flower blooms in the snap of a finger.

Around a cave mansion on the north side of the Yunhua Sect's Crossing Peak, wood spiritual power was vibrating and converging, pouring into the cave mansion one after another, surrounding the beautiful woman sitting cross-legged. Two days later, the woman opened her eyes, and her beautiful eyes were bright and transparent. She got up and walked to the water mirror on the side of the cave, looked at the woman in the mirror and was distracted, stretched out her hand for a long time and gently rubbed her cheek, her eyes were confused, she often asked herself: Who am I? Is it Mu Jun, who was once five years old and ignorant of being robbed of his body? Or is it Mu Jing who has regained his body and started from scratch now?

What are the years of those spirits hiding in the shadows, terrified and uneasy? Life is like a joke with her, who would have thought that two hundred years later, she would summon a strange spirit to go back to two hundred years ago and take her body, just to make up for the mistakes she has made? She felt ridiculous that her mistakes needed to be made up by others.

And she, who knew the truth from the beginning, looked at those shepherds who were in the future of their purpose and were wiped out, and they couldn't even find resentful enemies. Who can she hate, hate herself who has fallen into the abyss for love two hundred years later and lost her reincarnation?

When the extraterritorial blood flame spirit said that he would help her regain her body, she told herself that this time she must control her fate, she would not fall in love with Rong Hua again, and then the tragedy after two hundred years would never be repeated.

The fate of this life has already embarked on a new track, and the one who is happy with each other in this life is Rong Mo, the amazing man, the next head of Yunhua Sect. When the Spirit of Bloodflame tossed her away from the eerie battlefield. She was overjoyed, and when she saw Rong Mo standing not far away, she smiled and looked over gently.

But when she opened her eyes and woke up, she realized how much of a joke God had played on her: although cultivation was in the late stage of foundation building. The realm fell to the level of Qi cultivation, and it was the realm where the body was taken away at the age of five. There are no phantom trees in the dantian, no ghost species, no identity nameplates, no storage bags, and even the clothes on the body are just ordinary cloud clothes and wide sleeves.

For a moment, she thought she had been reborn into another world. But when Huali Shangjun stood in front of him, he smiled lightly and said, "You and I have the fate of master and apprentice, are you willing to worship under my door, Mu Jing?"

Who is Mu Jing? She eagerly picked up a water mirror. found that the face was still the same face, a rare stunning face in the world, and her heart was relieved. But why did he call her Mu Jing? She shook her head and said to Huali Shangjun, "I am Jiuxiao Mujun, and Yunxiao Dajun is my master. No need to apprentice. ”

Huali Shangjun just listened quietly. The smile on that beautiful face was light, she couldn't tell whether it was pity or ridicule, a trace of fear came over her, she wanted to summon the phantom wood, but there was nothing. She thought of Rong Mo, she pinched the trick and sent a sword letter to him, but found that her mind was empty, she couldn't remember what his sword letter was? There were still traces, but she still couldn't remember. She fell to the ground, crying so much that she couldn't help herself, and it was only then that she realized that they were just a memory symbol for her, and she didn't know what the specific content was, she was just a five-year-old Mu Jun with more than 200 years of memories of her previous life!

Huali Shangjun stood in front of her, stretched out his hand to cover the top of her hair, and said softly: "For monks, the body is only a temporary skin, if you can cultivate until the sun rises, it will turn into dust and dissipate in this world. And the divine soul is the root that determines a monk's qualifications, chances, cause and effect, Jiuxiao Mujun is not you, and the Yunxiao Dajun is not your master. ”

She looked up blankly and asked him with tears on her face, "Then who am I?"

"Banyue Mujing, the fifth disciple of my Huali. With that, Huali Shangjun turned away, his clothes fluttering in the wind, as indifferent as in the memory of his previous life.

Later, the senior brother took her to the Soul Hall to light the soul lamp, only to find that she was still only a ground-level wood spirit root, and the flame was green. She also saw the pale golden soul lamp, the flame was swaying beautifully, and it turned out that Mu Jun of Jiuxiao was still alive. And between her and her, like between heaven and earth, after all, there is a river of fate.

Later, she went to the city of clouds to meet the Great Elder and her father, and when they saw her, they were not half surprised, just like the ordinary daughter of the shepherd's family, loving and kind. The most important thing is that they call her Mu Jing, and the shepherd family is sixteen women. Sometimes she wonders if the past is a mistake or a dream, but no one can give her an answer.

And the Blood Flame Spirit Mu Lonely finally got his wish and returned to his own world, and Mu Jing couldn't wait for confirmation from him. As time passed, Mu Jing also began to meditate and cultivate her realm. Later, she also learned that Rong Mo fell into the crack of time together in order to save the hedge, and she thought of that Mu Jun, who was loved by Rong Mo, and a faint mockery rose in her heart. Fate is slowly turning along its established trajectory, no one can let it deviate, they are all pawns on the board, no one can control the overall situation!

In the Beiyue Realm, which is separated from the Cloud Realm by countless hive realms, in its vast northern basin, there are dozens of dynasties, and like the mortal world in all realms, the successive changes of imperial power are inseparable from two words: war!

Mu Jun stood on the city wall, looking at the mountains in the distance, the figures were rushing like a tide, the horse's hooves were thundering and stirring up dust, behind her was the city of chickens and dogs, and the people were crying hysterically, she raised her head and looked at the blue sky. What should I do at the age of ten? In my previous life, I was in elementary school at the age of ten, and in this life, at the age of ten, she practiced the third layer of qi, and was ready to go to the largest immortal cultivation sect in the Cloud Realm to apprentice.

And now she is ten years old, standing on the city wall of tens of thousands of enemy troops in a daze, not far away her nominally gorgeous mother, dressed in gorgeous clothes with two maids, ready to stay in the city when the city is broken, in order to show her loyalty as the marshal's wife. And the two nominal brothers, dressed in armor and armed with spears, are awe-inspiring and ready to sacrifice their young lives for the dynasty, even the last drop of blood.

And her titular father, with his eldest son, led an army of 50,000 to return to the capital half a month ago to King Qin, and saved his emperor Jiyou. In order to confuse his opponent, his loyal father left his wife, two sons, plus a daughter, and 10,000 soldiers to guard the largest city in this Xinjiang.

Later, the old neighbors who fell in love and killed each other next to him came to visit with tens of thousands of troops.

In fact, Mu Jun had a faint sadness, when she escaped from the crack in time and space by Xuanbai Youchi, her soul fell into a deep sleep, and when she woke up again, she had become a baby. She was forced into the jade fruit by Xuan Bai, she had a body, but she had to start all over again.

In fact, if she cooperates with the law decision given by the mysterious man, she doesn't need to toss so much, but the world is unpredictable. But fortunately, her realm is still in the late stage of foundation building, and she is still a heaven-level wood spirit root, and she can also cultivate immortals. Speaking of which, except for a different body, everything else is there, including the storage bag.

She once suggested that Xuanbai Youchi take her to the deep mountains and old forests, with her current realm, Xiuwei will come up soon, but Xuanbai Youchi irresponsibly left her on the side of the road, but she was picked up by a beautiful lady passing by in half an hour and became her daughter.

In the past ten years, she has been working hard to cultivate day by day, just to have the ability to protect herself as soon as possible. Although the aura of this mortal realm is thin, it is not bad, ten years is enough for her to cultivate to the tenth level of qi cultivation, and she is ready to say goodbye, who knows that this happened.

"Don't be afraid," the beautiful lady stretched out her hand to put her arm around Mu Jun's shoulder, her voice trembled slightly, looking at her daughter Ruyu's appearance, the grief in her heart was overwhelming: she was only ten years old, and her beautiful years had just begun, she shouldn't be buried under the iron hoof, she shouldn't be......

"Okay," Mu Jun raised his hand to wipe the tears from the beautiful lady's face, reached out and hugged her, then took a step back, turned to look at the enemy troops lined up three hundred meters away from the city wall, only to find that she seemed to be a little dense phobia.

Mu Jun pinched his hands, and countless vines outside the city wall stretched out their buds from the soil, but in three breaths, they became a foot high, and countless green vines surrounded the enemy army, quickly connecting into a formation.

After a short silence, the people on and outside the city walls began to be confused, and the enemy army began to panic, raising their knives to cut green vines, and countless vines stretched out like lightning to roll up those who approached, and for a time wailed everywhere. Immediately, some soldiers raised torches and tried to burn the green wall, but found it useless.

Mu Jun patted his stunned brother and said softly: "In two days, the marshal will come back, and the wall will disperse, please tell him: Don't slaughter, otherwise there will be heavenly punishment." ”

"Xiaojun, you ......" The beautiful lady looked panicked, and wanted to reach out to pull Mu Jun, but was stunned by her calm look.

"I'm a cultivator, I'm going to leave today, I'm afraid it's hard to see you again, I hope you cherish it!"

When Hua Hedge woke up, he saw Rong Mo sitting cross-legged not far away, his gray face was faintly decadent, and the lines between his eyebrows had lost their brilliance. The image of him waving his sword around herself flashed in Hua Hedge's mind, and the tip of her nose could vaguely smell the cold fragrance, which made her feel reeled.

Hua Hedge checked herself and found that she had not suffered any damage, but her clothes were a little torn, she got up and walked in front of Rong Mo, looked at his appearance, and suddenly stretched out her hand to caress his cheeks, and in the next breath, she faced a pair of indifferent eyes, her body stiffened, and she quickly withdrew her hand. Before he had time to be embarrassed, he saw Rong Mo close his eyes again, and the flower fence was stunned, and then he took out a jade bottle from Litian Mustard and handed it to Rong Mo: "Yunsheng Pill, it may be effective for your injury." ”

Rong Mo opened his eyes again, looked at the jade bottle, waited for two breaths, and then reached out to take it, unveiled the rich and pure spiritual power that came from the jade plug, raised his eyes and glanced at the hedge, and bowed his head slightly: "Thank you!"

"The overhaul is so polite, it makes the hedge embarrassed," the hedge sat down cross-legged opposite him, with a serious expression and a cold tone: "The life-saving grace of the overhaul, how can the hedge be repaid?"

Rong Mo didn't seem to listen to her, put the pill under his tongue, and then concentrated on his injuries. The hedge was choked by his attitude, and after a few breaths, he got up and looked at the surrounding scene. Since he has entered the rift of time and space, he is afraid that he has reached the other world, thinking of this, his eyes fell on Rong Mo's body, and an inexplicable joy rose in his heart.

(To be continued.) )