Water, countless water...

Mo Yuan only felt that it was becoming more and more difficult to breathe. Water was constantly seeping into his ears, nose, mouth and other places, and his consciousness soon became hazy.

Drowsily, someone seemed to have fed a bead into his mouth, and then, an extremely warm air flow circulated through his body, making Mo Yuan feel extremely comfortable.

Then, I vaguely heard people getting angry, arguing, and high-pitched dragon roars. Then everything fell silent, and Mo Yuan's consciousness completely fell into darkness.

"Lu Hou'er, wake up, wake up quickly..."

I don’t know how long I slept like this, but suddenly there was a call in my ears, which seemed to be the voice of a young man...

Mo Yuan opened his eyes. In front of him was a fourteen-year-old boy looking at him with concern. Mo Yuan was about to ask where this was when a huge memory surged through his mind. He only had time.

He groaned, his forehead hurt, and he passed out.

…

"Oh my god, it's Huashan!"

Mo Chen, who had received all the memories of this body, including the information from the ancient bronze clock in his mind, jumped up from the bed.

He never expected that he would pass through the soul and possess the body of Lu Dayou, the sixth disciple of the Huashan Sect. Yes, this is the world of Swordsman!

If Mo Yuan could travel to this world just now when he knew about his golden finger, he would have been extremely happy. However, after he met the dragon girl, this...

"What I met was a dragon, a real dragon! Can you change the world for me?!"

Mo Yuan complained in his mind, but the ancient bronze bell hung there quietly, paying no attention to him.

Xiaoao Jianghu, Xiaoao Jianghu in the world of martial arts, so what if he can become the best in the world, if the dragon girl wants to deal with him, she can't just swallow it all in one bite...

Thinking of this, Mo Yuan couldn't help but feel waned. What a golden finger. It's better to stay at home and study hard. Even if he is 'educated' by his father on the right path, it is still better than being taught by an idiot.

Catch the dragon!

"Xiao Liu, are you feeling better?"

Just when Mo Yuan was in a low mood, a clear voice suddenly came from outside the door, and with the creaking sound of the door opening, a scholar in green shirt walked in.

The scholar was about thirty or forty years old, with a long beard under his chin and a face like a crown of jade. He looked at Mo Yuan with concern on his face.

Based on the original memory of this body, Mo Yuan naturally recognized at a glance that this scholar was his master in this life, Yue Buqun, the head of the Huashan Sect.

Just listen to Yue Buqun say: "Your senior brother is a person who is neither serious nor serious. Don't bear any grudge against him. My master has already punished him by thinking about the cliff in the back mountain."

"Master, I don't dare to resent my senior brother. It's because the disciple was not good at studying and that's why he got hurt," Mo Yuan said.

The cause and effect of this incident is also simple, but it was Linghu Chong, the young man Mo Yuan met when he traveled through time. He and Lu Dayou were fighting each other, and kicked Lu Dayou away. Unexpectedly, Lu Dayou landed on his head first.

Yes, he kowtowed his head immediately, and then Mo Yuan's consciousness took over his body.

"It's all your senior brother's fault. You have only started for a year, and you haven't even completed the horse steps. Please remember not to fight with your senior brother in the future." Yue Buqun looked at the injury on Mo Yuan's head and shook his head.

He shook his head and warned.

"Yes, disciple, please remember Master's teachings." Mo Yuan said solemnly.

I learned from my memory that Lu Dayou was only ten years old this year. He was not even a beginner in martial arts. Linghu Chong had grown up in Huashan since childhood and his martial arts was already good. Mo Yuan would not provoke him until he was full.

.

Furthermore, according to the original work, with Linghu Chong’s temperament, whoever got close to him would have a good end? I think it was because of his acupuncture that Lu Dayou died tragically at the hands of Laudno. Now that he has come to

Huashan, Mo Yuan has no intention of hanging out with him.

"Okay, you can rest in peace and recuperate. You don't have to study and practice martial arts these days." Yue Buqun nodded and turned to leave.

"Master, please stay!" Mo Yuan suddenly shouted.

"Um?"

Yue Buqun was a little surprised. He looked at Mo Yuan doubtfully, wondering why Mo Yuan was stopping him.

Mo Yuandao: "Master, my apprentice hurt his forehead and was confused, but he had a big dream. In the dream, my apprentice became a man named Mo Yuan. He read and wrote, married a wife and had children, and lived his whole life like that.

, so my disciple wanted to change his name to Mo Yuan."

"dream?!"

Yue Buqun was really shocked. The ancients believed most in the theory of gods and ghosts. In his opinion, Mo Yuan was only ten years old, so how could he make up some lies to deceive him?

"But didn't Chong'er hurt Xiaoliu's head and make him remember his past life?"

Yue Buqun thought in his mind that he always liked reading. Although he had strange powers and confused gods, he did not dare to disrespect ghosts and gods. He looked at Mo Yuan and thought of Lu Dayou's life experience, but he sighed softly and said

: "You are an orphan. Originally, my teacher gave you the name Dayou, which is based on the 14th hexagram of the Book of Changes, which means a good harvest and a promising future. Since you have had this dream, it is God's will to ensure that it is not the same.

Just change it."

As he spoke, Yue Buqun walked out and muttered something: "At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, he was the best in the world, which is really a good spirit..."

Looking at Yue Buqun leaving, Mo Yuan let out a long breath.

He didn't want to carry names like Lu Dayou and Lu Hou'er. Isn't it unlucky to have a dead person's name? Besides, he had been called Mo Yuan in his two lives and was already used to this title. He didn't want to change his name.

"Linghu Chong, Linghu Chong, don't mess with me. I'm too lazy to mess with you."

Mo Yuan, who was lying on the bed, murmured to himself, but he had no intention of following the protagonist to gain experience. He and Linghu Chong wanted to gain benefits, but they wanted to eat shit!

Regardless of others, the fate of Yue Buqun's family alone is enough to wake people up. His temperament, to put it nicely, is bohemian, hearty and open-minded, bold and unrestrained, and informal, but in fact he has a cold nature and does not care about anything.

When others think about it, they only want to make themselves happy.

It is politically correct in this world that there is no balance between good and evil. However, Linghu Chong did not care about his identity and only relied on his likes and dislikes to make friends with people in the demon sect. The tragedy of Liu Zhengfeng's family annihilation in Hengshan was a warning, but he was not alert at all.

He is the direct disciple of Huashan Sect, and everyone in the world regards him as the future head of Huashan, but is he worthy of this identity, worthy of Huashan, and worthy of all the brothers and sisters? Not to mention the love for him.

The deeply benevolent Yue Buqun has a family of three.

Once you have come, make peace with it. Mo Yuan has forgotten about the dragon girl at this moment. No matter what, when he came to this river and lake, he naturally wanted to practice martial arts well, pass the horse riding river and lake road, and wield a sword for the rest of his life.

The life of Jianghu young hero.

Angry horses and fresh clothes, fighting injustices, heroes saving beauties, imagining that in the future, they will walk around the world with swords, and live a carefree life with beauties throwing themselves into their arms. In the darkness, a smile appeared on the corner of Mo Yuan's mouth, and that smile followed him yy
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