This time it was in a deep mountain and old forest, he stood on a bamboo bridge for fishing, and in front of him was the endless green mountains and green trees, but at this time it was all covered in silver, and it was the snow season all of a sudden. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Beneath the bridge was an icy lake, and snowflakes were falling from the top of his head, and in a short time his hair was all over his hair. He is a living soul now, although these things can fall on him and will not pass through. But he can't feel their temperature, he doesn't belong here.

There was the sound of galloping horses' hooves behind him, there were quite a few of them, Lin Moyu turned his head and saw a group of people and horses running over in a hurry, all of them were dressed in black, and only the person in front of him was dressed in a blue costume and cloak.

Lin Moyu felt that the young man in Tsing Yi was a little familiar, and he always felt as if he had seen it somewhere. In order to see who it was, he followed, and he took only one step, and the things around him quickly retreated, and in a few steps he caught up with the group.

As long as he thinks about where he wants to go, he can reach it in an instant by walking a few steps, which is also a benefit to him, so that he can find out.

The group stopped in front of a small courtyard made of thatched bamboo, and the young man in Tsing Yi dismounted and went in alone, while the entourage was on standby outside, looking around vigilantly.

Lin Moyu was invisible in their eyes, so he could follow up unimpeded, but when he walked past those entourage, they would all shake excitedly, which was quite eerie.

The young man in Tsing Yi walked briskly to the door of the bamboo house, stopped and did not enter the house, but stood in the courtyard and bowed to the door of the bamboo house, and arched his hand:

"The junior Mu Zhan'an, I came to visit Xuanyuan's seniors, uninvited gifts, and I hope that the seniors are not strange. “

The bamboo door opened with a babble, and a maid in a green radish dress walked out, first holding out an umbrella and turning it slightly, followed by a young woman wearing a bright red cloak, Lin Moyu couldn't help but breathe tightly, it was Su Mo'er.

Unexpectedly, the young man named Mu Zhan'an also looked surprised, and exclaimed:

"How are you?"

The girl stood there, reflecting the snowflakes in the sky and the snow on the roof, as beautiful as a lady's picture. She smiled coquettishly and said:

"Why can't it be me, you are a disciple who is bold, and you dare to come to the door openly. I'm not afraid that I'll find a servant to bomb you out!"

The young man in Tsing Yi's face was flushed with anger, thinking about his humble salute just now, and her low-voiced appearance was looked at by her, and he was embarrassed to go into the cracks in the ground.

The two of them were arguing back and forth, Lin Moyu stood there and looked at the girl's face stupidly, no, it's not her, she is not Su Mo'er, even if the two of them have the same voice and appearance, but this woman has a calm and calm bearing.

Everyone has an aura, that's not innate, most of them are acquired through some things experienced, this girl is obviously only twenty-eight years old, but every gesture is a calm atmosphere, just like a wise strong man looking down on all beings.

His Mo'er is an ordinary woman, even a woman who needs his careful care. It's not like this woman, whose aura is so powerful that even men can't match it.

Lin Moyu's state at the moment is that his soul is out of his body, his eyes are yin, and he can clearly see the aura around some people, but the others are mortals, in their opinion, that woman is just an ordinary girl who is born beautiful.

After arguing for a while, an old woman came out of the house, about sixty years old, with silver hair. However, her body looked extremely tough, and when she heard the energetic noise of the young man, she was naturally happy in her heart, and came out and said with a smile:

"Young Master Mu came from afar, and the old body is far away!"

The two who were still arguing became well-behaved in an instant, the woman stepped forward and helped the old woman, Mu Zhan'an hurriedly saluted again:

"I've seen Xuanyuan's seniors, and the juniors came uninvited, and I ask for forgiveness. ”

"Don't dare to be, don't dare to be, the old body is a woman who counts hexagrams in the mountains and old forests, how can he afford to pay homage to Master Mu. ”

"The younger generation is frightened, since I was a child, I have listened to my grandfather and father talk about the skills of my predecessors, even if I was asked to kneel at the door and wait for my seniors to come out, my predecessors could bear it. ”

"Then why don't you go on your knees, it sounds good. ”

"You...... I want you to talk a lot. ”

Finally stopped, the two were about to quarrel again, the old man Xuanyuan hurriedly stopped, and then what they were saying, Lin Moyu suddenly couldn't hear it, as if he was suddenly deaf, and only saw their mouths moving.

Seeing that they seemed to have finished talking, the old man Xuanyuan pointed to the girl who looked like Su Mo'er and said a few words to Mu Zhan'an, Mu Zhan'an saluted the old man Xuanyuan, and then the girl also saluted the old man Xuanyuan, turned around and followed Mu Zhan'an.

Lin Moyu hurriedly followed out, at the door, Mu Zhan'an flew on the horse, the girl looked up at the young man under the horse, and said a few words with a displeased face, Mu Zhan'an looked impatient at first, but after looking at the girl a few times, he still stretched out his hand and motioned for her to pull on the horse.

The girl's face instantly bloomed with a bright smile, like the warmest sunshine in winter, illuminating the cold snow scene, Mu Zhan'an couldn't help but be stunned, even Lin Moyu was stunned, this girl really looks like Su Mo'er!

Mu Zhan'an's face softened, and he also showed a smile, and pulled the girl on the horse, and the two rode together on a horse, and took a group of black-clothed people away.

Lin Moyu stood there, snowflakes fell all over his hair and shoulders, his eyes were full of loneliness, the wind and snow seemed to be getting bigger again, the wind and snow blew up snow dust, blurred his eyes, blurred everything in front of him.

He looked at the wind and snow retreating, something was coming, ah! It turned out to be the memories of the girl and Mu Zhan'an, and the picture flashed one by one, as if he was there.

Gradually, many different images seemed to appear in my mind, and those images overlapped with the ones in front of me.

Lin Moyu's mind was as chaotic as the churning waves, his head was splitting, he covered his head and squatted down and howled in pain, it hurt, his head hurt, and his heart hurt. Why, has he forgotten anything?

When that pain was near its apex, something was shattering and seeing the light of day again, all the memories coincided with the picture, and became Lin Moyu's memory, he remembered, this is his past life, his memory, in this life, his name is Mu Zhan'an.

Mu Zhan'an, the founding emperor of Shu and the righteous son of the protector general of Yasukuni. He is also the remnant of the Yasukuni criminal minister An Jia, the only son who was rescued by the Mu family, An Zilong. For the sake of family feud, he rebelled, overthrew the brutal and absurd rule of the Yasukuni monarch, and created the prosperous era of the first generation of Shu.

When all the memories poured into his mind, Lin Moyu collapsed to the ground, he lay on his side, all the pictures were still there, he stared at one of the pictures blankly, his eyes were empty, and after a long time, he regained his vitality, and suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, staining the placket on his chest red.