Time wandered in the darkness of the night, a touch of fish white in the east broke through the night, and the sound of roosters sounded around the village, and all the silence around was broken by this chirping.

Yun Nian, who was lying on the bed, snorted lightly at this time, and sat up slowly from the bed, the vision on his body had long disappeared with the concealment of the white pattern, but the depths of his eyes still revealed a complex aura of weirdness and holiness, but this aura was very faint and difficult for ordinary people to detect.

He tugged at the quilt on his body, looked at the other empty bed and fell into thought, his father had gone out to do some farm work, but his mother was still not worried that Yun Nian was alone in the house, so she stayed and made some breakfast for him.

Seeing Yun Nian get up, she slowly walked to his side: "Xiao Nianzi, how do you feel, yesterday Mama helped you prepare a few prescriptions of cold medicine, saying that you dyed something unclean in the mountains, so you fainted." ”

"It feels better, Mom, you don't have to worry."

"Here is the potion that has been boiled, remember to drink it after eating, wait a minute, I will help your dad finish the farm work and go to the mountains to pick a few fishy herbs, add them to boil together, so that you feel less bitter after drinking."

She smiled at Yun Nian, her gaze soft.

"Don't look at your father's usual serious look, he cares about you in private, your bowl of medicine is still boiled by your father's own hands, and he won't let me come to anything."

"Dad", Yun Nian murmured softly: "Is this so?"

The woman didn't say much after speaking, as if she was afraid of disturbing the child's rest, so she walked out of the door, and when she went out, she didn't forget to remind Yun Nian to remember to heat up the food in the pot at noon, and specially prepared a plate of scrambled eggs for him to replenish his body.

Yun Nian replied and put his mind back into his memory, and a bunch of questions appeared in his mind.

"Why did I suddenly lose consciousness, why didn't yesterday's giant wolf attack me? What is the white mist that suddenly appeared on my hand......"

As Yun Nian pondered, a faint light emanated from his forehead, flickering in the dim room.

"It doesn't make sense, why is there a white mist on my hands, my fingers have returned to normal after yesterday's time, and even the obviously enhanced vision and hearing have been lost."

Yun Nian thought like this, he didn't understand what it meant to him, when he calmed his mind, he suddenly felt a little heat from the center of his eyebrows, he grabbed the mirror next to him and looked at it, a sacred white pattern composed of silk threads and mist, gradually emerged from between his eyebrows, the depth of the pattern contains thousands of changes, different from the previous sword, now the depth of the pattern emerges a forest, a giant wolf and a person.

As he breathed, the pattern changed again, turning into a gossip array, in which the light continued to flow, as if it was transmitting something to the outside.

Yun Nian looked at the pattern of his brows, he couldn't help frowning, his heart was shocked, as his mind was frightened, the wisps of silk in his eyes reappeared with the mist, and the tips of his right fingers were transparent again, and the thick mist flowed out from the fingertips, solemn and mysterious.

At this time, Yun Nian found that his vision and hearing had been strengthened again, and even the sound of falling needles around him became audible, he looked into the mirror again, and suddenly found that his pupils had changed from black to transparent, and this transparency was also mixed with a little cold silk thread, which was constantly circling in his eyes, as if it was pregnant with something.

And the color of this cold silk thread is also deepening as it swirls, changing to an extremely dark color.

Suddenly, the silk thread flowed strangely, and Yun Nian's face in the mirror was replaced by the figure of a giant wolf, this sudden scene made Yun Nian's heart startled, and he subconsciously retreated back, and at the same time kept casting his eyes around, as if he was looking for something to defend himself.

The giant wolf looked at the young man in front of him, and let out a long roar, and the surrounding environment became very cold with the long howl of the giant wolf, at this time, the pattern seemed to sense something, and some of the silk threads turned into a faint light, and converged towards Yun Nian's right hand, blending with the mist and silk threads on his hand.

Looking at it, all the light became distorted at this time, and a firewood knife that exuded a sacred aura appeared with Yun Nian's desire, and a strange aura appeared within a zhang of Yun Nian's body, repulsing the cold aura around him, as if the two were fighting something.

Yun Nian looked at the firewood knife in his hand, and subconsciously slashed into the mirror, the mirror shattered in response, and the giant wolf in the mirror disappeared.

"Buzz." As the mirror shattered, the wood knife in his hand also disappeared, and the mist and silk threads on his body gradually returned to his body, and the silk threads from the imprint also turned into a glimmer and returned to the center of his eyebrows.

After all the visions were over, Yun Nian jerked violently, and his hands involuntarily held his forehead.

"Hiss~, my head hurts"

A tearing pain came through his mind.

"What was that, a hatchet? Why does that pattern know what I'm thinking?"

"That firewood knife is obviously sacred, but why did I look behind the knife, and the sacred aura was suddenly mixed with the same weird coldness as the giant wolf, is it the silk thread in my eyes, it's too weird."

At this time, Yun Nian felt a sudden sound in the dantian, and the blessed vision seemed to be still degrading, but when he looked at his stomach, he vaguely saw a misty particle condensed in his dantian, this fog was the size of a quail egg, and the faint yellow halo emitted from the particles seemed to highlight the extraordinary nature of this mist.

As his vision gradually returned to normal, the mist lost its trace in his eyes, he shook his head, shook his head in confusion, pulled out his broom to clean up the fragments of the mirror on the ground, swept away the food on the table and in the pot, and then pinched the bowl of medicine and drank it, pulled out the small maza, and sat down in front of the door in a daze.

Yun Nian's eyes were foggy, he didn't understand what was happening to him, but one thing he was sure of was that his ordinary days would be broken by this sudden change.

He sat in the evening, he didn't eat lunch, and the food in the pot had already been eaten by him in the morning, but Yun Nian didn't feel hungry, so he just sat in a daze.

The scene in the depths of the pattern between the foreheads changed again, turning into ripples, as if it was a means of communication, transmitting some kind of signal to an unknown place, and judging from the frequency of its changes, the other party seemed to have known the existence of Yun Nian......