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Mo Chen can see how tangled it is.
It’s not that Ning Yu’s seven emotions are all about writing on his face. It’s not like this. Ning Yu is not so stupid.
But... he feels it.
Although the expression of Ning Hao is calm and calm, the atmosphere of the whole body is not stable.
This can be detected if Mo Chen was careful before. But now for him, Ning Yu is simply plain and clear that the words "I have something to worry about" are engraved on the face, just as obvious as the bright lights in the dark night.
Ning Hao showed him his own compass.
Unlike the previous one, the compass has no sense, just like standing in a wilderness without any organs.
Of course, it is impossible for his compass to be broken. It can only be said that the method of returning to the mountains is not right. It is said that even if this big array completely collapsed, the remaining eyes will not disappear. Moreover, the returning mountain is still an apocalyptic treasure. Even if there has never been a battle, the compass will not respond to the ground and the aura.
So now this situation seems normal, but it is very abnormal.
Mo Chen only looked at it and turned his eyes to the distance.
The returning mountain in his eyes is both familiar and unfamiliar.
His eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the rain and fog and see places that no one else could see.
The reflowing mountains are distinctly four seasons. In spring, the mountains are full of flowers, the summer is full of green eyes, the autumn yellow leaves are inviting, and the winter is full of mountains and silver.
It will not be early or late in the year. Therefore, the world's talents say that the most fair thing in the world is time. Whether you are an emperor or a beggar, the time you have is the same length, as fast and slow. Even the heavens and the earth, flowers, birds and insects, no one can be an exception.
But now in his eyes, time seems to be pieced together by an invisible hand, from autumn to winter, from spring to summer, the rapid change, just like the mountain is changing clothes quickly - -
That is the scene in memory.
It was the past he had experienced in the returning mountains.
His consciousness has been trapped in this mountain. After the dragon was trapped, he stayed here and did not leave.
In this long time, he forgot who he was, did not remember where he came from, and did not know where he could go.
He doesn't remember who he is, he doesn't know how he died, and even the enemy is forgotten.
Filling these gaps is the year of the returning mountain.
At first he could neither see nor hear, nor could he feel it.
Later, he could hear it first, all kinds of subtle and rich voices. The first time I heard the sound of the rain in the spring night, just like now. The sound is endless, peaceful, and peaceful, as if the time is to solidify at this moment.
Later, he could gradually see it. The returning mountains in summer were full of green mountains and green people were intoxicated. Then, as if only a blink of an eye, the mountains and the winds were blown up by the west wind, and large leaves swayed down, landed on the ground, landed in the water, and fell to the bottom of the scorpion, accumulating a thick layer; It is a long winter, the mountains are exceptionally lonely, the mountains are frozen, and the ice and snow seem to never melt.I don't remember when it started, he suddenly thought, what is it like in the distance? What is after the rolling hills? What kind of scene is there?
However, he couldn't move. He could only think about it this way, but he couldn't get through it. He couldn't see it.
This accidental thought became obsessive. Maybe there is nothing behind the mountain. Maybe the scenery on the mountain side is not different. If you see it, you will feel "but so." However, because I can't get through, I can't see it. How can I not open this thought?
From this one obsession, there are countless troubles, and the state of mind will never return to being as unfettered as before.
Who is he? where is he from? Why is he here?
He... How can I leave?
The changing seasons are no longer beautiful in his eyes, and time has become a long torre.
who am I? Where do I come from? Where should I go?
These three questions, probably from ancient times to the present, I do not know how many people have thought about it. What is the request for? It is nothing more than turning around these three questions.
Because I was disappointed for too long, when there was a magical man who went up the mountain to burn the furnace, it unexpectedly brought a turn.
In order to demon, the array on this mountain was changed.
Xu Wangzun, who was known as the devil at the time, was passed down by the people of the future. In the right way, people have no good words for him. What kills people like numbness, no evil, no, it seems that in those years, as long as someone dies, nine out of ten is his hand. As long as it is a bad thing, it must be related to him. The people in the Magic Road are especially admired for this magical sorcerer who has almost wiped out the right path. Originally, who is the fist in the Magic Road, who is the one who is not a good person, but it must be unprecedented. Just listening to these people, Xu Wangzun's image is even more difficult to speculate, blowing nothing.
But this person he has seen, is not similar to the legend of the outside people. There are neither nine feet in height nor noodles in the face. When this person first went up the mountain, he was also known as Yulong Mountain. This person only wore a green shirt and stood with a sword. It didn't look like a little magic. It was like a studyer.
He spoke and acted differently than the ordinary people in the Magic. Even at the time, he was the leader of the Dao, and the head of Danyang came to meet him once and listened. When they were young, they even knew each other and had a bit of friendship. When the two met, they did not have a tit-for-tat relationship. They killed and killed themselves. They sat down to drink tea and spoke. They always looked kind and amiable. But when it was really hands-on, no one was merciless.
Xu Wangzun
Yeah, Danyang, the head of Song, is also dead on this mountain. More than half of the mountain is almost completely immersed in blood and murderous. Some of the bones were taken away, and some...there were no more people.
These piecemeal bones were later buried in the back hill, which is the cemetery of the returning mountain. Those who are buried in Danyang Xianmen, who have the Zongmen next to them, of course, must also be mixed with the people of the Magic Road.
However, people died and died. When they were buried, there was no difference. They were all mixed together and set up a tombstone without lettering.The turnaround is after the battle of the demon. He didn't care how many people died in the bloody battle. After the battle of the demon, the power that had been trapped by him suddenly disappeared. He could leave the original mountain and reach the grassy slopes and riverbanks at the foot of the mountain... ... At that time, there was no returning town under this mountain. There were only a few scattered families, and a few acres of land were opened. Usually, they still hunt for a living.
Those people came, died, and did not die, and one of them left, and renamed it back to the mountain, and made a polished pole. But at that time there were two seriously injured Shi Shubo around him, who died in a year or two.
One day, someone threw a donkey at the foot of the mountain. The baby in the skull had already died, but the body was still warm.
Mo Chen bowed his head and glanced at his palm.
Who is he?
Is it the son of the murdered Sword Valley who was killed in the first full month, or the dragon that was trapped in the mountains thousands of years ago?
Yes, neither is it.
He is him, the first master of Master, the master of the returning mountain, and he is standing here now. In the past, it was not worth the effort to find out. The future is still far away. The most important thing is now.
"Mu brother," Ning Yu pointed to the distance: "Is that Master, are you?"
Mo Chen nodded.
The name of the returning mountain was changed by Master, but Master did not accidentally come up with the name, or Hu Zhenren knew that he wanted to open his own school, and eagerly rushed to him, occupying three times, three words. Picking back the words and stream words, this mountain became a returning mountain.
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