Nie Donglai was lying on the bed, listening to Mu Guitian's snoring, tossing and turning, and it was difficult to sleep.

He thought about a lot of things. Thinking of Master's tireless teachings and his amiable smile in the past six years, thinking of Meng Furong and Gu Changqing, two rivals who cherish each other, I don't know if they are okay now, thinking of Boss Fu and Chu He, I don't know how they are doing in the other world, and he even thinks of Qiao Meng's quirky girl and Dongfang Su, a cold and arrogant woman who rejects people thousands of miles away, I don't know what kind of relationship exists between the two? Even he thought of the woman in black who rescued him from the Valley of Hundred Flowers, who could she be?

As soon as he thought of this, Nie Donglai's mind was in a mess, he found that since he came down the mountain, he had been walking to Shengxuan City so inexplicably, as for what to find his life experience and relatives, he still didn't even have a clue.

It's really cut, tidy and messy.

"Is this what fate is called?"

"Am I destined to go with the flow?"

"Can't I even be my true self?"

A lot of strange questions suddenly popped up in Nie Donglai's heart.

Soon, he shook his head and forced the question out of his mind.

No matter what kind of person he used to be, but since the amnesia, he no longer believes in the so-called fate.

That was true six years ago, and it still is.

In the past six years, he has worked hard to learn the bits and pieces given to him by his master, even the hardest and most tiring training, even if he is sometimes so tired that he faints, but he has never said a word.

Because, he always believes: as long as you win the day, there will be a bright day.

Because, he understands: as long as he has enough strength, he will definitely be able to find his relatives and find his family.

Gradually, a wave of sleepiness hit, and before he knew it, he fell asleep in a daze.

......

In the early morning, when the first rays of sunlight shine through the cracks in the window, the whole room is full of warmth and comfort.

Nie Donglai opened his eyes, and couldn't help but raise his hand to block the golden light, and an indescribable warmth sprinkled on his body, making his whole person feel very comfortable.

Nie Donglai suddenly felt an unprecedented fullness.

Sitting up, stretching a lazy waist, there was a "crackling" sound in the body, and it seemed that every joint was in a state of excitement.

Jumping lightly and jumping out of bed, Nie Donglai noticed that Mu Guitian's quilt was already empty.

"I don't know where this dead fat man went again?"

Muttering softly, Nie Donglai came to the window, opened the window, and moved his gaze to Shengxuan City under the morning glow.

He wasn't worried about Mu Guitian at all, and he didn't think about where he had gone at all, what had he been doing?

First, with the fat man's chicken thief strength, he didn't need to worry about it at all, maybe the guy who didn't open his eyes was sold by him, and he was still helping him count the money. Taking a step back, the fat man's kung fu is not weak, not to mention that he also has that mysterious light skill.

Even if something really happens, it is estimated that few people will be able to catch up with him.

Nie Donglai hadn't paid much attention to it last night, but now he realized that from this angle, he could see almost half of the scenery of Shengxuan City.

Under the moisture of the golden sun, Shengxuan City is like a dormant dragon covered with a layer of mystery, with clear and distinct veins, and the majestic torso is even more majestic.

At a glance, there is no boundary.

Nie Donglai was once again shocked by the grandeur of this city, and he had to admire the majesty of the Holy Pen Xuanjian.

"What kind of person could he be?"

"One person, one word, can contribute to such a majestic city. ”

And he can do what he says, so that everyone can live in a routine under his words and laws, and enjoy it. ”

His heart is more and more eager to understand the person of the Holy Pen Xuanjian and understand his story.

At the same time, he finally understood Mu Guitian's mood at that time.

"Squeak!"

Suddenly, the door opened, and a low sound interrupted his thoughts.

"How so? It's weird. ”

Mu Guitian lowered his head, whispered and walked in from the outside, then turned around and closed the door.

His face was full of puzzlement.

Nie Donglai turned around and looked at his back, and said, "Fatty, early in the morning, what are you muttering?"

Mu Guitian turned around violently, put his back on the door, and only after seeing clearly that the person who spoke was Nie Donglai did he shout dissatisfiedly: "Can you not suddenly make a noise? Early in the morning, do you want to scare God to death?"

Because he had been thinking about it before, he didn't notice that Nie Donglai had already gotten up, and he was standing in front of the window not far from him, so Nie Donglai's sudden voice really startled him, so that he had a series of instinctive reactions.

Nie Donglai was immediately amused by his funny appearance, and quipped: "What's the matter? Sneak out early in the morning and do something unseemly?

Mu Guitian glanced at him and said, "You just did something unseemly! God, do I look like that kind of person?"

Nie Donglai looked at him carefully, nodded solemnly, and said, "I look like it." ”

"Like your sister!"

Mu Guitian scolded with a smile, then walked to the square table under the window, sat down, and said, "God, I went out to inquire about business, you think you are like you, sleeping like a dead pig." ”

Nie Donglai also sat down and said, "Oh, what's the matter? ”

Mu Guitian said mysteriously: "I originally wanted to inquire to see if anyone knew if the person Nie Chengfeng in your mouth was the Holy Pen Xuanjian himself, but guess what?"

Nie Donglai said: "Then do you still need to guess? Didn't I already say it very clearly last night?"

Mu Guitian said with some annoyance: "It's strange here, I heard you say that last night, and I thought he was the Holy Pen Xuanjian, but now even I don't have a bottom in my heart." ”

Nie Donglai raised his eyebrows and said, "Why?"

Mu Guitian said: "Do you know? I just went out to inquire around, but every time I asked someone, they either said that I was Shenjing Bing, or scolded me for being an idiot, and then walked away with a disgusted face.

His expression was extremely aggrieved, like those deep resentful women.

The corners of Nie Donglai's mouth twitched, and he held back a smile, and said, "Eh, why is this?"

You don't have to think about Nie Donglai to know that at that time, more than half of the people on the street must have cast that kind of caring foolish look at Mu Guitian, otherwise, with his cheekiness, how could he feel embarrassed and aggrieved?

Mu Guitian said: "You ask me, who will I ask?"

The warm sunlight sprinkled on his face, making his complaining eyes a little confusing, and Nie Donglai, who was staring at him, felt furious in his heart.

He could even feel that heavy resentment burst out of Mu Guitian's eyes, and he launched a carpet attack on himself.