The woman in the ice coffin was dressed in a white light veil, her eyes were slightly closed, and her face was calm, as if she was just asleep, and her fairy-like appearance did not lose the grace she had when she was alive!

The eyebrows are picturesque, and the green silk is like dai.

And most importantly --

Mo Yi knew this woman, although her appearance in his memory was already a little blurred, but with just one glance, he could recognize her! How could he have forgotten - it was his mother-in-law!

Five hundred years ago, Mo Yi was six years old when he was six years old!

How is this possible! How can it be!

Mo Yi knelt down in front of the ice coffin, holding the ice coffin with trembling hands, looking at the woman in the ice coffin who seemed to be sleeping, she burst into tears, and called out loud and loud in her mouth: "Mother... Mother's voice echoed helplessly in the ice room, but no one answered.

What's going on?

His mother had passed away when he was six years old five hundred years ago, so how could he be here? And stay here in such a good condition, as if you were in a deep sleep?

Who is it? Who put her here?

Mo Yi's heart was even more suspicious, it stands to reason that the person who will do this is most likely his father, but Mo Yi firmly believes that this is not his father's doing, although he was young, he remembers very clearly, his mother's remains disappeared after his death, his father was furious, used the strength of the whole clan, and almost searched every inch of Nayu's land, but found nothing.

No one knew where his mother's remains ended up and who took them away, which has always been a big pain in Mo Yi's heart, but he didn't expect that he would be seen again in such a place after five hundred years.

Who arranged all this? And why do we do that? Mo Yi was puzzled, he looked around, and only then did he notice that the flowers placed around his mother's remains seemed to be somewhat familiar.

The flower is as big as a plate, its flower is gathered by eight large wreaths of small white flowers in the middle, and above the small flower is the tender yellow stamen, the flower color is like jade, and the fragrance strikes people. Mo Yi suddenly felt as if he had seen this kind of flower somewhere, but where was it? A vague memory flashed in Mo Yi's mind, Mo Yi only felt that an electric current flashed all over his body, and he was so stunned that he remembered it!

Zhuo Ao!

By the way, five hundred years ago, in the third level of the Yonghui martial arts competition, he once broke through the illusion of the thousands of miles of snow and broke into the small garden where Zhuo Ao lived.

So, it's all about Zhuo Ao? This can explain the previous magical encounters, in this world, people who can have such strength and such a boring person, probably except for the old monster Zhuo Ao, will not be the second choice!

But why did he do it? What is the relationship between him and his mother? Why is all this so well arranged?

Mo Yi suddenly remembered the only time he saw Zhuo Ao when he was competing in Yonghui before, Zhuo Ao stood in front of the small garden in green clothes, stared at himself for a long time, and then asked abruptly: "If I let you choose one of the two, I will teach you the Tianlong stunt, and you give up the woman called Yao Ji, what will you do?" ”

Mo Yi was stunned at the time, as if he didn't expect the other party to ask such a strange question. Seeing that the other party's appearance didn't seem to be joking, he pondered for a while, and then asked: "Is this true?" ”

As soon as these words came out, the choice had appeared, in Mo Yi's heart at that time, it was indeed that the temptation of Tianlong's stunt was greater, and that Zhuo Ao seemed to understand Mo Yi's choice, and his face immediately showed a hint of mockery: "You are so ruthless at a young age, you Nayu people really deserve to be the lone star of Tiansha!" Your son is like this, I think your son is afraid that he will repeat the mistakes of the past! ”

At that time, Mo Yi was young and vigorous, and when he heard this, he thought that the other party was teasing himself, and he was already furious, but he didn't think deeply about the meaning of Zhuo Ao's words.

When his mother died, Mo Yi was still young, and he didn't know too much about the relationship between his parents back then, but his memory of his father since he was a child was just his peerless swordsmanship.

Thinking about it like this, his father, who was obsessed with martial arts, must have neglected his mother because he pursued the highest level of swordsmanship, and even now, Mo Yi doesn't know who poisoned his mother, only that his father was in retreat to practice his Tiangang Jianzhi Sixth Style, and by the time his father came out, his mother had already lost his breath.

At this point, Mo Yi himself also has a certain degree of resentment towards his father, so now that he thinks about it, he understands the meaning of the words that Zhuo Ao asked him at the beginning, Zhuo Ao was just testing whether he was as unkind as his father, and his answer obviously disappointed him, so he finally expelled himself directly from the Yonghui competition in anger, right?

Mo Yi always thought that Zhuo Ao was furious because of his unknowingly provocative provocation later, and directly eliminated him from the third level winner of the Yonghui competition, but he didn't expect that the real reason was because of personal grudges, personal grudges between him and his father.

However, how did Zhuo Ao know his mother? What is the relationship between him and his mother? Why do these things for her? And Mo Yi suddenly remembered that she had confessed to her life on the day her mother died, saying that it was an important thing she left to herself in Yonghui City, could it be that it was also related to Zhuo Ao?

Although Mo Yi subconsciously did not want to touch the old things of those parents, but all this in front of him could not help but figure out whether this Zhuo Ao and his mother had any unspeakable past, although such speculation was quite embarrassing for Mo Yi, who was a child.

At this time, Mo Yi suddenly noticed that his mother's hand seemed to be holding something, and he gently broke her cold fingers, only to find that she was holding a piece of jade in her hand.

Mo Yi took out the jade trick with trembling hands, but the line of handsome small characters on it made Mo Yi stunned for a moment, and his expectations were really not bad.

The jade piece was clearly engraved on it

If you can't ask for life, death is like love and parting!

If you can't ask for a good life, death is like love and parting! It turned out that this was the mystery of the disappearance of his mother's remains, Mo Yi would never have imagined that Zhuo Ao, the grandmaster of the generation who crisscrossed the void and the underworld and brazenly faced thousands of troops, would be such an amorous person, and would love a woman so deeply, and that woman was still someone else's wife.

If it were someone else, maybe Mo Yi couldn't help but sigh for this generation of grandmasters at this time, and sighed at the heartfelt feelings of this great grandmaster.

However, the person in the other party's heart is his mother, and this embarrassing position makes Mo Yi a little crying and laughing.

However, he felt that he should still be grateful to this great grandmaster, if it weren't for his deep affection for his mother, how could he still see his mother again after five hundred years, for Mo Yi, it was something more desirable than learning the Heavenly Dragon Divine Technique.

But after thinking about it, Mo Yi felt extremely surprised, since Zhuo Ao didn't like him because of his father, and even directly expelled himself from the Yonghui martial arts competition back then, why did he take the trouble to arrange this adventure for himself five hundred years later,

Mo Yi didn't believe that this was just a coincidence, the puppet woodbird that attracted him here in the first place before, but he called his name alive, if it wasn't deliberate, he wouldn't believe it.

Why do you do these things for yourself? Since he is thinking about his mother, he must not have a good impression of himself, the son of his rival, why did he bring himself here, and even arrange his encounter with the dragon, Mo Yi didn't believe that the old guy was suddenly kind, and he didn't hesitate when he expelled himself from the Yonghui competition.

Don't... Mo Yi's heart suddenly flashed a trace of extremely deviant thoughts, but he was quickly denied by himself in his heart, impossible, absolutely impossible!

But once that thought sprouted in his heart, he couldn't suppress it, Mo Yi couldn't help but start to recall in his mind the only time he saw Zhuo Ao, dressed in green clothes, standing proudly, his age is indeed similar to his father, his eyebrows are handsome and cold, if you think about it carefully, his facial features and eyebrows are really a little similar to himself!

This thought made Mo Yi feel as if he had been shocked! No way! He hurriedly denied this extremely fatal thought in his heart! He is a member of the Nayu tribe, and he really has the blood of Mo Wutian, the patriarch of the Nayu tribe, he is a pure Nayu person, and the 'butterfly' mark on the back of his hand is the best evidence.

Quickly waving away this extremely inopportune thought, Mo Yi suddenly thought of something more important, since Zhuo Ao snatched his mother's remains and put them here, why didn't he see his own body? This ice room is empty, except for this ice coffin, there is nothing else, it is a promise of life and death, why do you leave your mother alone here.

You must know that Zhuo Ao completely disappeared soon after the Yonghui martial arts competition five hundred years ago, and that Yonghui City was first handed over to Yao Ji, and then fell into the hands of the Ruoye clan.

At this time, the voice of Canglong, who had been silent, echoed in this ice room at an inopportune time, pulling back Mo Yi's chaotic thoughts: "That ice palace is a little strange, go out and have a look, maybe there will be a harvest." ”

Mo Yi then remembered that this ancient beast seemed to have been following him, fortunately, that guy couldn't read minds, otherwise, Mo Yi didn't know how to face it at this time, after all, these were his housework, and it was not easy to declare such housework.

He quickly gathered his mind, put the jade trick in his hand back into his mother's hand again, reluctantly glanced at her a few more times, and flashed out of the ice room.