The sun rises, the sunny day thunders, the wind and the sun are beautiful, if everyone doesn't think about the wind and rain last night, then today is indeed a good day.

Mo Shen opened his eyes with difficulty, the familiar environment, but the air was fresh and a little stunned, cold and clear.

His head was unconscious, and he struggled to support himself, "Uncle Yu......" he let out a hoarse cry.

No one answered, and when he came to the hall with the corner of the wall, he suddenly shuddered!

Wrong!

Mo Shen glanced at his left arm, which was full of strangeness, it was not his own, and painful memories suddenly came to mind......

He remembered that he had gone out willfully, wanting to watch the battle, but he couldn't help but scream, causing the man to lose his arm, and at the same time to lose his own arm.

Slightly moving this right arm that does not belong to him, the nerves seem to have just been connected, and the reaction is very slow!

I vaguely remembered that there was such a person who saved himself! It must be Uncle Yu, thinking of this, he looked around in a panic.

However, the hut was empty, with a basin of blood-red water on the floor and some cut bandages.

There was a white letter lying flat on the brown operating table, Mo Shen was stunned for a moment, like a blow to the head, and an inexplicable fear surged into his heart, as if he expected that something that he had been worrying about had happened.

He knew that Uncle Yu was not very human, putting aside the strength of the cultivator who didn't know the depths, just by reconnecting the broken arm, it was enough to laugh at the world, and those so-called miracle doctors turned into floating clouds.

The moment he picked up the envelope, he knew that Yu Wen was gone, leaving without a trace, and even saying goodbye had become a luxury.

There are not many words in the envelope, it is still so clean and neat, without pretentious greetings and moving sentences.

"The enemies of the past have come to the door, and this place is no longer left. ”

"The arm has been picked up for you, spare your life, if you don't die, we'll see you again in ten years. ”

Two simple sentences, but Mo Shen's eyes were wet, two lines of tears, wet collar.

Mo Shen was an orphan, and his memories before the age of six were blank, and he had amnesia.

From the beginning of memory, there was the figure of Yu Wen, who took in him at a young age, and for more than ten years, the two lived under the same roof.

With a blank expression, he sat on the strange chair, like Yu Wen used to be, whenever Yu Wen went to the doctor, he would secretly sit on this chair when he had some free time.

A chair with only two legs, like a lame man.

However, at this time, Mo Shen is like a stone statue with a lost soul!

Just when the slanting sun hung overhead, it was already noon, and people came and went outside the house, and all kinds of familiar and unfamiliar shouts ......

Knock Knock......

Knock Knock......

There was a knock on the door of the medical hall, "Dr. Yu, Dr. Yu......"

However, Mo Shen's distracted pupils were dim, like a demon falling into the abyss, dark and terrifying.

With the blood circulating throughout the body, it flowed through the unfamiliar arm, as if it was contaminated with an inexplicable aura, cold to the bone, freezing all the meridians in the body.

Suddenly, his eyes widened, his eyes were full of panic, it was clear that the scorching sun was on his head, but Mo Shen was like being in the Netherworld River in the Nine Hells, and the cold air forced a layer of frost on the table.

However, in the next second, the face that was frozen purple suddenly turned red, and his whole body turned from bruise to red......

The two heavens of ice and fire are like going from an extremely cold place to the top of a scorching volcano, with a large temperature span, one day and one place!

The blood in his body began to boil, and a few characters suddenly popped out of Mo Shen's mind, guarding the dantian, the mind was one, and the spirit was guarded!

This is the most basic mantra for practitioners to get started, and how can Mo Shen not know that he should put aside all distracting thoughts and put all his mind into his heart.

The hot and cold air flow rushed around his body, slamming into a life-threatening door, and Mo Shen spat out a mouthful of thick black blood.

Fighting with people, hurting the nerves and brains, fighting with the sky, the fun is endless.

When the turbulence returned to the mysterious right arm, Mo Shen wiped the blood on the side of his mouth, and the edge of his mouth set off a trace of arc, like a mockery.

Laughing at this playful God, looking forward to the stars and the moon, for many days and nights, even dreaming of becoming a cultivator.

However, today, when he finally embarked on this endless road of heaven by mistake, he did not have the slightest joy.

The whole world was completely turned upside down, and Uncle Yu would have to leave sooner or later, and he knew that even so, it was still a heart-wrenching pain.

Looking at the empty, silent cabin, he hates being alone, hates loneliness, and even if he doesn't speak, he has to hear the sound of breathing to prove that he is not alone.

In this dazed, helpless, fatherless and motherless world, there is still one person to talk to, even if it is just a few words.

Drag the soulless god back, the night is dark!

Outside the window, the cold wind blew, whirlpooling in the corner of the wall, and the fallen leaves fluttered erratically, floating and sinking.

Suddenly, it rained heavily, not outside the house, not inside the house, in Mo Shen's cold heart......

......

However, a huge turmoil has slowly begun!

In the south of the city, there is a land where many people are buried, and these people are all martyrs who have given their lives for the country.

Relatives in mourning clothes knelt on the yellow mud and wept bitterly, desolate.

The surroundings were tightly sealed by officers and soldiers, but passers-by passed by in a hurry and did not dare to stay longer.

Wu Feng's tombstone is on the west side of the Martyrs' Garden, leaning against the mountain, and there is also the tombstone of Qin Hanshan, the general of Humen who died in the war at the border stalemate a year ago.

A row of people wearing black official robes stood in front of Wu Feng's tombstone, led by a person with a white ribbon tied to his left arm fluttering in the wind.

Her long hair was tied up, and there was a certain determination in her eyes, and her hands raised the Gu Yue Sword that had slashed countless rebels and thieves.

Wu Feng is a sharp sword under her, an invincible sword, but this sharp sword has died now.

Her eyebrows were thick, but with a hint of seduction.

Poof! Gu Yuejian was inserted in front of the tombstone by her, standing upright.

At this moment, she regretted very much, if she had taken action personally at that time, she would not have ended up in such a situation, she was overconfident.

If you are confident that no one can kill yourself, you think that no one can kill your subordinates.

However, this is a big country, and there are always some things that will be unexpected.

"The Divine Celestial Division declined to provide more detailed information about this incident. ”

Hearing this, Yan Junhan, the second-in-command of the Penal Division, known as the cold-faced lion, suddenly roared, "How can this be reasonable!!

After that, Yan Junhan led a few unconvinced officials and prepared to go to Fengtian Pavilion to ask Shentiansi for an explanation.

"Wait. Ji Wei still looked at Wu Feng's tombstone.

"Wait, what are you waiting for?" Yan Junhan roared angrily.

Wu Feng is dead, this bullshit God Tiansi is unwilling to reveal the details of the battle, what are you waiting for? Is it still waiting for them to avenge their brother?

Yan Jun Hanzhi is called the cold-faced lion, because when he is angry, he will kill people with a cold face, not just bite you, but swallow it whole.

However, at this time, he couldn't get cold, because the dead person was not only a sharp sword of the Punishment Division, but also his junior brother.

The two graduated from Xiling Academy one after another, made meritorious contributions in the army, slashed and killed, and entered the Criminal Punishment Division together, which was a lifelong friendship.

If he could, Yan Junhan was willing to kill the white dragon now, no matter whether he could beat it or not, someone would always die.

But the Shentian Division, which is also one of the three divisions, not only does not send people to mourn when it comes to mourning, but also does not even want to provide the details, which undoubtedly makes people angry.

Ji Wei turned around, "You guys are waiting here, I'll go." ”

Wu Feng's death, the pain in her heart is no less than anyone else, it is a talent she has carried with her hands.

However, it was no accident that the people on the side of Fengtian Pavilion handled this matter unexpectedly low-key.

Although she didn't like the old man's various practices, she still maintained a certain amount of respect for him in her heart.

She wanted to ask in person, not only to learn about the "White Dragon", but also to know what was the reason for the old man to remain silent so far.

"I hope you don't let me down again. Ji Wei glanced up at the Fengtian Pavilion in the distance.

The eyes that were as clear and bright as crystals flashed with a cold light......