The night was deep, as always, deeply unsettling. Outside the Valley of the Medicine King, the cold mist is shrouded, and everything is silent, which is even more desolate.

It's the darkest time of the day, and it's the closest time of the night to dawn, when many dreams are just beginning, and there are many nightmares that can be left behind.

As usual, Mu Yiyang set off at this hour as usual, and cautiously came all the way to Qianqing Cave, waiting for the summons boredly.

Thinking about it carefully, time has indeed passed quickly, since he was rescued by the valley master Shen Wanqing when he was nine years old, until now, three years have passed unconsciously.

Three years is actually not a long time, especially for those cultivators who have gathered their greatest achievements, and the left and right are just a blink of an eye. However, for a young man like him, three years is enough time to change many things, such as learning to endure, learning to accept loss, learning to disguise himself, and learning to forget, forgetting those useless things that can easily control his emotions, like love and hate.

The waiting time is always long, and I don't know how long it has been, when Mu Yiyang came back to his senses, there was already a gray-clothed old man with a withered face and a yellow face standing silently beside him.

"Fu Bo, you're here!" Mu Yiyang was obviously used to the way the old man appeared, and when he saw him suddenly appear, he was not frightened, but saluted respectfully and said hello with a smile.

"Young Master Yang, wait a long time! next time you come over and call the old slave directly, there is no need to do this. Seeing Mu Yiyang saluting, the old man nodded slightly, his voice hoarse, but with a little inexplicable warmth.

"Grandpa is still waiting for me inside, so I'll go in first. Mu Yiyang nodded undeniably, and did not answer the old man directly, after waving his hand to him, he walked into the Qianqing Cave alone.

A moment later, a gust of wind blew, and Mu Yiyang's cloak and hat fell inadvertently, and in the dim light, his full head of white hair was faintly visible.

"Alas, Young Master Yang's white hair seems to have a little more......" Seeing Mu Yiyang's figure gradually being engulfed in darkness, the old man sighed lightly, and there seemed to be helplessness in his cloudy eyes, but more regret.

Standing alone outside the Qianqing Cave, after a while, the old man suddenly remembered the scene when he first met Mu Yiyang three years ago. That memory was not good, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that it was a nightmare. Yet, for some reason, he always remembered it.

For a moment, he was suddenly shocked to find that before he met Mu Yiyang, except for cultivation, there was nothing that could make him recall the past from time to time. It was as if he had no other unforgettable experiences in his life other than this memory, or perhaps it was just because he was old and had forgotten too much.

......

The night grew deeper.

On a quiet path in the valley, a figure came from the darkness, muttering from time to time, not knowing what he was saying.

After a while, perhaps getting closer, the man's voice suddenly became clear: "! The weather was fine, but why did it suddenly become foggy! I knew that I wouldn't have secretly gone out to drink just now, but now it's okay, I've taken the wrong road, I can't go back, and I'll be scolded again for a while." ”

The man shouted and cursed all the way, and walked faster and faster. After a long time, a flash of fire finally appeared in front of his eyes in a fog.

After seeing the firelight, as if remembering something, this person suddenly stopped on the side of the road, sniffed the clothes on his body left and right, and then took a deep breath and walked forward, which was very strange.

However, before he could take a step, a sound of breaking wind suddenly came from behind him. He was slightly shocked in his heart, and was about to turn back, but he saw a bright light suddenly flash in his chest, and the tip of a knife had already penetrated from behind him at some point.

Turning his head in confusion, he didn't know what he saw, his pupils suddenly contracted suddenly, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, as if he had something to say, but after all, he still fell weakly, and his face was full of disbelief.

......

At the same moment, outside the Medicine King Valley, on a relatively hidden small pine hill, there was a faint fire rising, but it was quietly extinguished in an instant.

And almost at the moment when the fire was extinguished, six rainbow lights, three red, two yellow, and one green, suddenly lit up, and the sound of swords colliding with each other, shouting, and scolding rang out, breaking the silence of the night.

"It's me!" In the midst of the cacophony, an old and loud voice suddenly sounded, with a majesty and a trace of anger that could not be concealed.

"Stop fighting, it's Uncle Wan who is back!" Hearing this, a woman hurriedly spoke, with a little stunned and some joy in her crisp voice.

As the last voice fell, all the rainbow light dispersed, revealing six figures of four men, two women, but they were all in the dark, and they couldn't be distinguished.

"Senior Uncle Wan, has Senior Sister Lin succeeded?" In the dark, the woman spoke again, with a tone of admiration, as if she had done something extremely remarkable in her mouth.

"Who lit the fire, stand up for me!" The old man surnamed Wan was obviously still angry, and did not answer the woman's question.

Aware of the seriousness of the problem, several young people looked at me and I looked at you, but they were all silent, and the scene became very awkward.

"Who the hell is it!" the old man surnamed Wan accentuated his tone, his anger was even stronger, and the atmosphere seemed a little depressed.

"Master, it's me!" In the silence, a bald man with a heroic figure walked out resolutely, his steps were firm, like a calm mountain, and people unconsciously felt like they wanted to rely on.

"Stinky boy, I knew it was you! Go back and see how I clean you up!" Seeing that it was his apprentice who made the mistake, in front of everyone, the old man surnamed Wan was not easy to attack, so he had to glare at the bald man viciously, found a stone and sat down.

"Master, Senior Sister Lin, she ......" After a while, seeing that the old man surnamed Wan's face softened, the bald man touched his head a little embarrassed, and asked tentatively. However, before he could finish speaking, the old man surnamed Wan suddenly "snorted" and interrupted him abruptly.

"Uncle Wan, you should dissipate your anger first, your body is important!" Seeing that the old man surnamed Wan closed his eyes by himself, the woman came to his side with interest, took the initiative to help him rub his shoulders, and said coquettishly.

"Uncle Wan......" After a while, seeing that the old man's breathing gradually stabilized, the woman tried to speak again.

"Okay, okay, let's do it tonight, cheer me up!" Seeing that the woman was so well-behaved, the old man surnamed Wan hated iron in his heart, and he was so happy for a while that he simply didn't care about it.

......

In the Qianqing Cave, somewhere in a secret room.

At this moment, Mu Yiyang was frowning tightly and sitting on a white ice bed made of cold jade with a painful face, the green tendons on his pale face were protruding, and beads of sweat were constantly seeping out from his forehead, so his delicate face looked a little hideous.

Above his head, a bead the size of a dragon's eye was floating in the air, spinning and spinning, emitting a soft golden light, pouring down in a steady stream, completely enveloping him, and he didn't know what he was doing.

On the edge of the ice bed, an old man stood quietly. This old man was dressed in a cyan robe, and there seemed to be traces of time between his eyebrows and eyes, full of vicissitudes, it was Shen Wanqing, the valley master of the Medicine King Valley.

Right now, looking at Mu Yiyang, who was in pain on the ice bed but still stubbornly insisted on refusing to moan, I don't know what I remembered, Shen Wanqing's eyes kept flickering, there was unbearability, sadness, anger, and helplessness, but soon they all disappeared and were replaced by a touch of coldness.

There was silence in the secret room, only the lights on the wall were still flickering restlessly, as if to fight against the boundless loneliness hidden in the night.

After a while, without warning, the beads on Mu Yiyang's head suddenly turned violently, and the golden brilliance suddenly flourished, instantly submerging the entire secret room, as bright as day.

"Seal!"

The sudden change made Shen Wanqing slightly shocked in his heart, but he also reacted quickly. Between the lightning and flint, he only heard him shout violently, and quickly pinched the trick in his hand, and a white light suddenly lit up from his hand, and then he saw a silver-white net shoot out of his hand, and when it appeared again, the bead had been netted, and the golden light was also gone.

The brilliance dissipated, Mu Yiyang lost his support, the blood in his body surged, and a mouthful of black blood spit out, his eyes were dark, and he fell unconscious.

Putting away the beads, Shen Wanqing stepped forward with an arrow, and hurriedly reached out to catch Mu Yiyang's vein, his eyes were full of anxiety.