In this strange space that emitted a faint hazy light, Ye Wuwu seemed to have forgotten who he was.

He didn't know who he was, where he came from or where he was going.

All this is unobservable to outsiders.

If a Confucian saint who has been reborn again for thousands of years can see this scene, I am afraid that he will be slightly stunned.

Because of Ye Wuwu's scene, it seems to be similar to him at the beginning.

But it's just similar, and it's still different from Wang Yuanming's original perception after all.

Ye Wuwu's eyes were a little dazed, and his figure wanted to subconsciously retreat backwards, but he couldn't step backwards.

He could only stubbornly look forward, and the scene in front of him spread out like a picture scroll, attracting his eyes.

In the hill that is not too high, in the small courtyard, I don't know when there are two more sword training figures.

A teenager who looks a little active, and a girl who used to be quite quiet most of the time, but from time to time popped out a few words that were enough to choke people.

In front of the two of them was a middle-aged man, holding a long sword, but the sword was unsheathed.

At this moment, he is guiding the two of them to practice swords, and it seems that they are the masters of the two.

The boy seems to be very restless, and wants to be lazy from time to time.

But he was either discovered by a middle-aged man, or he was approached by the girl beside him towards the master.

After the matter is revealed, the teenager often can't get rid of a lesson and punishment.

At this time, the girl on the side was smiling very happily.

Ye Wuwu couldn't leave at the moment anyway, but instead sank into his heart and looked at the scene in front of him.

It's just that for some reason, the figures and faces of the three people in the picture scroll, the girl and the middle-aged man, can be seen clearly, but the young man's face is blurry, and Ye Wuwu can't see it clearly.

It's like playing a mosaic.

But these are not important, Ye Wuwu doesn't like to look at men.

When he saw what the girl had done, he pursed his lips disdainfully and said silently.

"This little girl looks very peaceful, but in fact she is very bad."

"You must not marry this kind of girl in the future, it is usually very boring, but you have a set of tossing."

"And this female doll is quite handsome, but she is very short, and she doesn't eat three meals a day well, and her development will definitely not be very good......"

Ye Wuwu touched his chin and said.

He didn't have any impression in his mind at the moment, and he didn't know anything about swords, he just looked good, but it was actually boring to look at it for a long time.

Therefore, his eyes have always been focused on Lu Caiwei, so he has the above remarks.

As for why you only look at Lu Caiwei and not the rest......

As a good man, what can he watch?

Look at the girl.

The scenes in front of him are like a picture scroll, unfolding one by one.

Practice swords, practice swords, practice swords.

In addition to practicing swords, it is still practicing swords.

When Ye Wuwu was almost bored and collapsed, the picture in front of him suddenly turned around and came to another scene.

Teenagers and girls have grown up a lot, teenagers have gradually become youth, and girls are still young, but they have lost a bit of cardamom youth.

The two figures left the small courtyard where they had lived for an unknown amount of time and walked towards the bottom of the mountain.

Ye Wuwu's eyes moved, and his expression was a little more interested.

It seems that the two brothers and sisters are finally going down the mountain.

It's finally not that boring anymore.

It's just that he feels a little puzzled, why did the middle-aged man who was standing outside the gate of the small courtyard and watching his disciple disappear suddenly knelt down at this moment?

In Ye Wuwu's sight, the middle-aged man's expression was complicated, and then he was silent for a long time, and he actually stretched out his hand and slapped himself.

It's really confusing.

However, he didn't care, but crossed the middle-aged man and set his eyes on the pair of senior brothers and sisters who were descending the mountain.

As the picture changed, Ye Wuwu's eyes gradually brightened.

After he saw the pair of senior brothers and sisters coming down the mountain, he first took action to knock the head of another sect to the ground.

Immediately, he looked at the swordsman who was already a young man, and slashed out a huge brilliant sword with a wave of his hand.

Ye Wuwu looked at it and clapped his hands again and again.

The fog of Nanshan, the light of the Buddha appeared, and in the moment of life and death, Ye Wuwu's mind was nervous.

Prairie snow mountain, between heaven and earth, a sword, a hundred zhang of snow.

The monk who was covered in golden light chose to ascend to Buddhahood, leaving the woman on the ground, waiting for the encounter in the next life.

Ye Wuwu scolded a scumbag.

He was very angry.

It's not because of how heart-wrenching the monk's actions are.

It's that the monks have girlfriends, why don't I have ???

Well?

I forgot who I was, and I remembered that I didn't have a girlfriend?

Ye Wuwu felt that he was in a little bitter, shook his head, and then looked down.

This time the screen seems to be projected much faster.

He saw the young swordsman go to southern Xinjiang to get medicine for his junior sister.

I saw a middle-aged Confucian scholar with the same blurred face, who became a Confucian saint.

I saw the girl standing on the top of the sword mountain, like a sword fairy.

I saw my sister with my brother walking with a sword in the sky.

Ye Wuwu silently praised it in his heart, he really felt that this was a good martial arts drama.

However, after a certain paragraph, the picture seems to be a little blurry.

The scenes of the screening are even rarer, and there are still freezes from time to time.

It's like buffering.

Ye Wuwu was a little impatient, stretched out his hand, and swiped left and right on the screen.

The picture is still blurry, and "stuck", and it is impossible to see the next scene normally.

But Ye Wuwu can see a few pictures.

It's like watching a movie when the network is very poor, and you want to fast forward, but it still can't load.

It's just that the picture screen at that point in time can be loaded.

For some reason, Ye Wuwu's heart suddenly felt a little inexplicably flustered.

He saw three images.

The first of these is a pair of brothers and sisters, who seem to be standing on the top of a mountain somewhere.

The two stood side by side, looking into the distance, behind them were thousands of flying swords suspended in the air, and at the foot of the mountain, there were countless people from the rivers and lakes.

"What a fairy couple." Ye Wuwu couldn't help but mutter.

Rao was quite critical of the female doll before, but at this moment, he felt that he was wrong.

The other party has grown up a lot now.

Ye Wuwu smiled lightly, and with another stroke of his finger, he looked at the second picture.

But then, his expression was stunned, and there was some doubt and disbelief in his eyes.

In the picture, there is a young swordsman lying calmly on the ground, his eyes are closed, but there still seems to be a little smile on the corner of his mouth.

And next to the young swordsman was his junior sister.

The girl was kneeling beside her at the moment, her head bowed, her long hair hanging down, covering her face, and she couldn't see clearly.

But vaguely, it seems that there are traces of tears on the ground.

Ye Wuwu suddenly felt a flustery at this moment, and it became more and more intense.

His fingers trembled slightly, and he swiped hard, as if to reach the end of the story.

It's like watching a movie and skipping to the end to see how the finale is.

In the last picture, the woman in white, who was no longer a girl, stood on the tip of a sword at this moment, flying towards the sky.

Like a sword fairy.

No, the woman in white at this moment must be a sword immortal.

The woman in white looked indifferent at the moment, and her temperament was like a piece of ice that would not melt for thousands of years.

Just through the picture, Ye Wuwu seemed to be able to feel the chill on the other party's body.

The tip of the woman in white pointed at the sky.

Behind him, there are countless flying swords, how can there be tens of thousands?

But above the body of the long sword, there was no second figure.

Only a lonely white dress.

(End of book)

Just kidding.

(End of chapter)