Under the clear sky, a few strings of water bubbles broke the calm of the lake, and the clouds reflected in the lake were also broken.

There was no one nearby except for the thatched huts on the hill by the lake, and even if there were, no one cared about the inconspicuous blister.

The blisters are not spit out by the fish, but they come out of the underwater mud.

There are some boulders exposed in the mud, which do not look natural, but it feels like someone has been deeply inserted into the silt, and I don't know how deep it has been inserted.

The muddy touch, breathless, this is the first feeling that the owner of that string of bubbles has had.

Of course, anyone wakes up in the mud at the bottom of the lake.

Struggle, that's the best adjective at the moment, to pick up the mud and swim to the surface of the lake in a panic, or should I say plop to the lake.

With instinct and perseverance to live, he finally got the qualification to spread out by the lake, and he couldn't open his eyes in the dazzling sunlight, and he didn't know how long he soaked in the mud in tattered clothes.

The person in front of him was seventeen or eighteen years old, and there was no light in his eyes, and it was terrifyingly dark.

He didn't know who he was, and he didn't know why he was buried underwater, but he didn't want to delve into it, he just wanted to lie down, breathe heavily, and bask in the sun with his eyes closed.

"Boy, did you fall into the water and float here? No, how did you get this mud?"

The voice came from the edge of the thatched hut, where stood a rotten old man, dressed in tattered but clean clothes, hunched on his back and propped up with a wooden staff.

Hearing the voice, the boy didn't care, he was so tired that he really didn't want to move.

The old man took a closer look at the young man, his eyes flashed, he frowned, but he didn't say anything, he walked leisurely to the young man on crutches, and asked, "Boy, where did you come from?"

"Ahhhh

The young man didn't know what the old man was talking about, because he couldn't understand it, and he didn't know what the sound came out of his mouth was, and the old man didn't know it.

"Don't understand, or dumb?" the old man muttered without saying a word, and kicked the boy lightly to follow him.

The boy struggled to get up, not knowing when the tiredness would pass, so he followed the old man for no reason.

"Look at you kid doesn't know how to speak, leave you for a while to learn to speak and write, anyway, I'm bored old man. ”

Without waiting for the boy to react, the old man pulled the boy into the thatched hut.

He threw the coarse cloth coat and shorts to the young man, and when the old man saw that the young man was still a little dirty, he pointed to the lake and pointed to his clothes and motioned for him to wash them and put them on again.

The young man looked at the dirty body and the disgusted eyes of the old man, and immediately understood what the old man meant, and returned to the river with his eyelids drooping, squatting down and washing his body.

He has a lot of questions to ask, but he also knows that the language barrier is inconvenient to communicate, and he is too tired to be able to wash and sleep at this moment, which is really more important than figuring out his doubts.

For months, the boy stayed by the old man's side.

The two of them are a "boy" and an "old man", but no one has ever mentioned their names.

The boy didn't know what his name was, and the old man never said his name.

As long as you ask, the old man's answer will always be: "I will be called the old man, which is both my identity and my name." ”

"I still can't remember anything, except for my surname Yu. There was a hint of desolation in the boy's words, he had a basic understanding of the world, but this cognition could not answer half of the doubts in his heart.

"Yu? I've told you a long time ago, I don't have this surname, no, maybe there really is a ......" The old man said: "What doesn't seem to be like, even if your surname is Yu, give you a name, you are from this lake...... It's called Yumu, it's like a piece of wood every day. ”

"Yu Mu ......" the young man muttered to himself, although it was the old man's blind name, but he also had a name, "Thank you, then my name is Yu Mu, by the way, old man, what is the name of this lake?"

"This lake, called Weiming Lake, is not a good place, you see that no one has been here so far, only me, a bad old man, stays here. ”

"Then why don't you leave, aren't you afraid?"

"I'm not even afraid of the sky, I'm afraid of this pool of stagnant water?"

Looking at the old man's disdainful look, Yu Mu didn't say anything, after all, the elderly need respect.

In addition to the language and the knowledge of the world, the old man told him that this was a world of warriors, and that the mountain range where he and the old man lived was called the Ominous Land, next to which was the Qinong Jiapu Dynasty, which was the largest country at the moment.

Yu Mu also received some guidance from him during the time he followed the old man, and knew that the warriors were divided into different levels, on the one hand, the strength of the warriors themselves, and on the other hand, the weapons and beasts of the warriors, and the powerful beast warriors even had a level several levels higher than their own strength.

The old man didn't teach Yu Mu any martial arts, but just let him exercise his body every day, saying that this was the foundation.

After another period of time, on this day, the old man called Yumu.

"You go out and break in, it's not like that for a big guy to follow me all day long, a bad old man. ”

Yu Mu really wanted to go to the outside world to see, so he should go down.

Although he didn't say much, the old man could guess that he was full of doubts, and anxious to find answers.

When he came to this world, the old man was the first person he knew, and he was like a grandfather in Yu Mu's heart.

Yu Mu wanted to leave, and the old man was a little reluctant in his heart.

"Take care, don't forget to cultivate. ”

Yu Mu didn't go far, turned around and waved his hand and shouted, "Take care!"

"Let's go, stinky boy!"

When Yumu walked away, looked at the back of the departure, and glanced at the "Weiming Lake" behind him, the old man's eyes showed a strange light, and he wrote a word on the ground with a cane, and muttered:

"Wood, it should have been called your tomb, this lake is a tomb lake, forget it, wood is wood, it's the same name. ”

Yumu, who embarked on the journey, before entering the mountain range, looked back at the tomb lake again, and his calm mood suddenly emerged with endless unwillingness, grief and indignation, and even felt the uneasy fluctuations from the bottom of the lake, this feeling was not once or twice, he didn't want to stay any longer, and walked quickly into the mountain.

In the ominous land, the old man said that there are many strange beasts in this mountain range, and many of them are very brutal, and they will attack uninvited guests, and most of the warriors are killed or injured here, so they are called such a name.

Yu Mu had only come into contact with the mountains next to the lake, and had not gone far, and he didn't know what strange beasts he would encounter on the way to the Qinong Jiapu Dynasty this time.

Closer to the lake, Philip would often haunt the fox, like a raccoon dog, with long fur on his neck and back, all blue, although these Philip often looked like only one or two, but in the dark they did not know how much to hide, they were very fast and very intelligent.

Yu Mu didn't plan to entangle with them, and went around the road little by little in the mountains.

It was a dangerous time to go into the night, so he found a cave to get a night's rest.

The old man once told him that a martial artist can condense the true qi in his body and emit it on the surface of his body to form a qi coat, which is usually colorless, and only a martial artist who has reached a certain level will have a faint color.

Yu Mu got a set of exercises from the old man, but the old man asked him to practice them after leaving the tomb lake, and told him that this exercise belonged to him.

Yu Mu knew that he needed to improve his strength now and deal with everything that might happen in the future, so he sat cross-legged and quietly ran the exercises.

After the operation of this exercise, a feeling of fullness in the body continued to emanate, and Yu Mu could gradually feel a trace of true qi circulating in his body.

At this moment, the tomb lake was as silent as death, and the strange rocks began to shake violently, as if they were about to be pulled out of the bottom of the lake.

The old man who was sleeping in the thatched hut noticed this change, and coldly smashed the wooden staff into the floor, and the restlessness of the lake was forcibly suppressed by a powerful force.

"It's been silent for almost 10,000 years, what are you tossing now? Are you kidding me with the old man!"

The old man walked out of the thatched hut and stared at the tomb lake.

He expected that this change must be related to Yu Mu, the old man had probed Yu Mu's divine sense, the divine sense was very weak, but it made people feel a piercing murderous atmosphere, the old man saw that the residual information in the divine consciousness was a practice, and he also tried to run but felt that it was unremarkable, thinking that the exercises that could exist in the divine consciousness must have a mystery, so he transferred to Yu Mu.

"Living in the tomb lake, strange divine sense, strange exercises, it seems that there is something else in his body, what secret is this Yu Mu hiding?"

"Dark Heaven, Peep into the Sky!"

The old man changed his previous decadent state, his body was scattered with colorful qi clothes, raised his head, and his eyes burst out with dazzling light, and he dissipated again in an instant.

"Is this a lie?"

It was not the first time that the old man had watched the heavens, but there was a force that rejected him, and it was difficult to go further if he wanted to find out, so he smiled helplessly.

He was in this mountain tens of thousands of years ago, and I don't know how long he lived.

On that day, the two worlds fought, the gods and ghosts fell, there was no day, and the generals were buried in the lake, the old man squinted and leisurely watched the changes in the world, he didn't care about the struggle between the two worlds, but he was somewhat interested in the place where the gods and ghosts fell.

This lake of fallen gods and ghosts, even if the old man has the ability to penetrate the heavens and the earth, he can't get into half a point.

It wasn't until after the war, when countless boulders were inserted into the lake, that the old man noticed that the ban had changed slightly, and his free access to the lake was no longer blocked, but he still couldn't get a glimpse of the mystery under the lake.

There are few things that the old man can't understand, but he is also a lazy person, and if he can't understand it, he can't understand it, and he lies down in a rocking chair to sleep alone.

In the past 10,000 years, there has been occasional movement at the bottom of the lake, and the old man was a little strange at first, but later he became accustomed to it.

Until Yu Mu appeared from the lake, although the old man was joking, he used his magic powers to carefully probe this young man, thinking that it was a resurrected god or a ghost, but he couldn't detect that Yu Mu was a god or a ghost, and it was like a mortal fetus.

The old man taught Yu Mu and asked him to go through the training, but he also wanted to see what was hidden in this young man.

He was never afraid of being calculated by anyone, even if it was the sky, he didn't care if he was also placed in this game of hidden chess, but he was aroused.

After the lake calmed down, as before, the old man had a smile on the corner of his mouth, squinted his eyes, and lay down in a rocking chair depressedly, not knowing whether he slept or not.

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