This scene looks a bit cunning...

If Yu Shangrong hadn't been mentally prepared and knew the truth, he would probably feel a little scary.

He stared at the arm intently.

His five fingers are straightened, but his skin looks young, not like a knife-practicing person should have.

Yu Shangrong shook his head: "I'm not very lucky."

The Wuqi tribe members are more lucky and have better luck, but they are almost the same as before. If they are not lucky, they may start as babies. If their lifespan is insufficient, they may die before drinking a few sips of milk and ending in a tragedy.

However, judging from the arm you saw in front of you, it was acceptable.

puff.

Wow!

The soil was scattered out by the top!

A figure that looks like a clay figure, not too big, stands in the mud...

Although Yu Shangrong seemed very calm, he was also very surprised when he saw the scene of Wuqi clan breaking out of the ground.

The mud pit after evaporation has no possibility of falling... What peels off around you are already dark and slag. Since it has been reborn, those are no longer important.

After looking at it for a while, Yu Shangrong found that... the whole body of the clay man was much smaller than before, and he looked more like a... teenager.

The face, body, and head were covered with dirt, and I couldn't see the changes in my appearance.

But those eyes... were shining, full of curiosity about everything in front of you, and at a loss.

The boy hadn't moved for a long time, mountains, rivers, bone burial places, woods, and looked at it for a while, and his eyes finally fell on Yu Shangrong who was floating not far away in front of him.

Yu Shangrong smiled indifferently: "You are not dead at all."

"I'm not dead?" the young man said in confusion.

"Senior Brother... I will take care of myself." Yu Shangrong said calmly.

I have helped you a lot along the way. As a senior brother, you should do your best.

But the boy said, "Who are you? Who is the eldest brother? Why do you fly?"

“…”

Yu Shangrong was stunned.

His eyes swept over Yu Zhenghai's mud-covered body, and he flipped his palm up.

In the water puddle in the distance of the mud pool, the Qi rolled up clear water and flew towards Yu Zhenghai.

Seeing this, Yu Zhenghai was startled and ran away... But the water flowed like eyes, and rushed towards him at a very fast speed.

In a flash, he was washed away completely.

A "brand-new" boy stood there, his eyes full of surprise, staring at Yu Shangrong in the sky.

Yu Shangrong was also surprised and looked at Yu Zhenghai...

"do not you remember?"

"What do you remember?"

"Your name."

The boy shook his head.

Yu Shangrong sighed softly... This seems to be different from what Lao Qi described. After he turned into a human being, why did he feel like he had changed someone else?

With a casual wave, the clothes that had been prepared in the jungle flew out and landed on Yu Zhenghai.

"Put it on." Yu Shangrong said.

Yu Zhenghai put on his clothes... Of course, the clothes are big and look a bit funny.

But Yu Shangrong did not laugh at him, but said, "Follow me."

"Why?"

"Not so much why?"

"Don't follow."

"?"

Yu Shangrong swooped downward and landed in front of Yu Zhenghai.

He saw guard, caution in Yu Zhenghai's eyes, and felt stubbornness and... familiar stubborn temper.

"Who are you?" Yu Zhenghai asked.

Yu Shangrong stopped... and looked at it again and again.

Perhaps it was the forty-nine days of boredom that made him suddenly have a whim and said, "I am your senior brother."

The tone is neither salty nor light, calm and calm.

"Senior brother?"

The boy scratched his head and was confused and ignorant.

Yu Shangrong turned around and said calmly: "If you can't remember, then don't think about it. Time is tight, I'll take you back."

“Where to go back?”

“Dayan.”

The distance from the mud to the natural chasm requires about ten days of flying with auspicious horses. Without auspicious horses, it will take at least one month. This is not counting the time to stop and rest on the road. Yu Shangrong is not sure whether the young Yu Zhenghai can withstand the long-term flight... He has no deep understanding of Wuqi, and he has turned into a young man, not knowing whether his cultivation is still there. Otherwise, he will use the qi to block the wind and prevent the flight along the way, which will consume extremely energy and will not make a good use of the loss.

Yu Shangrong saw that he followed him slowly.

Looking back, I saw the young Yu Zhenghai packing his robe...

This dress is indeed a bit too big.

Yu Shangrong waved the sword in his hand...swish!

The sword aura was accurate and drifted across the young man Yu Zhenghai's robe.

The lower body of the robe was cut off by the sword and fell.

The young man Yu Zhenghai was extremely surprised, looked at the sword in Yu Shangrong's hand and said, "Your swordsmanship..."

"sharp?"

"Um."

Yu Shangrong smiled satisfied.

You never admitted it before.

"Then can I take you as my teacher?" Yu Zhenghai followed.

“…”

Just take advantage of my senior brother.

Become a master and you will be spared. You will be distracted from your generation and will be short of your life.

Yu Shangrong shook his head: "You will have a better master."

“Where?”

Yu Shangrong saw the passion for cultivation in his eyes... This kind of eyes were the same as when he was hiking in Xianshan for several months and learning skills. He suddenly realized that this resurrection was more like bringing Yu Zhenghai back to the cycle of death.

There are many things in the world that cannot be explained.

Yu Shangrong suppressed the surprise in his heart, pointed to Da Yan's direction, and said, "Let's go."

A strong energy lifted the two of them up.

The two flew towards the depths of the bone burial land.

The boy Yu Zhenghai's eyes showed fanaticism... to flying, to practice, to the future...

"Senior Brother, how high are your cultivation?" In the sky, the young man Yu Zhenghai couldn't help but ask curiously.

"How much do you think?"

"Banhai?" the young man Yu Zhenghai worshiped, "I heard that you can fly when you enter the Banhai realm."

Yu Shangrong smiled indifferently: "Higher than this."

"Divine Court?" The young man Yu Zhenghai's eyes widened, as if he had seen a big man.

Practitioners in the Divine Court Realm often enter the sect and have a great backer.

"Higher than this." Yu Shangrong shook his head slightly.

"Senior brother... is it the soul?" The young man Yu Zhenghai said incoherently and felt a little excited.

He had forgotten how he climbed out of the quagmire and how he became a human being. He had forgotten that he was once the great disciple of the Motian Pavilion, once the terrifying leader of the Netherworld Sect and the Eight-Leaf Cultivator.

The ending of fate is the cycle of obsession.
To be continued...