The young man frowned and looked at the broken sword that seemed to be named Zhu Xian.
He seemed to have a vague feeling that he was connected by blood to this sword.
Holding the sword gently, some pictures suddenly appeared in his mind.
Above the sky, there are hundreds of miles of dark clouds, and thunder and lightning are flashing in the thick clouds.
A young man in white holds a golden sword to resist the thunder that day.
After the picture flashed through my mind, there was nothing left.
The young man sat on the old bed and glanced at the broken sword. An electric arc appeared on the sword. He could clearly feel that the sword itself contained the terrifying power of thunder.
Xiao Xiang'er looked at this scene with some surprise, and curiously stuck out her little head and said: "Hey, are you okay?"
The young man was stunned for a moment, then shook his head.
Xiao Xiang'er seemed puzzled and said: "You are okay. When I picked up this broken sword, Sister Xiyao was injured by the arc when she held it in her hand. How could you be okay? Could it be that you were a
Not a master?"
The young man shook his head, his eyes still filled with confusion. He looked at Xiao Xiang'er and then at the sword in his hand.
This made Xiao Xiang'er puff out her cheeks in annoyance and say: "Oh, you are really like a piece of wood. Anyway, you don't have a name now, so why don't I call you a piece of wood."
The young man was stunned for a moment, then nodded.
This made Xiao Xiang'er roll her eyes and almost get angry to death.
Finally, he took the medicine bowl and left angrily.
The boy named Mu Mu frowned and thought for a long time. After thinking hard, he still couldn't figure out who he was and what his identity was.
Finally, he sighed and gave up.
In the next few days, his injuries improved rapidly, which made both Xiao Xiang'er and the old woman feel a little incredible.
After all, he suffered such a serious injury. It was good that he survived and was not a disabled person. However, he did not expect that the injury healed within three days.
And he can also walk on the ground.
It had been three months since he had seen the sun. When the boy named Mumu walked out of the low hut for the first time, he couldn't help but squint his eyes when he looked at the dazzling sunlight, feeling slightly uncomfortable.
His face was a little pale, but because his whole body was struck black by lightning and his face was as black as carbon, nothing could be seen at all.
However, based on the vague outline, it can be seen that the boy's appearance was once handsome.
This place seems to be in a mountain, like a paradise, with beautiful scenery and flying birds.
I heard from Xiao Xiang'er that the name here is Lingshan.
It's really full of energy.
I don’t know what’s going on with Xiao Xiang’er these days, she always runs out looking worried.
Sometimes she would come back crying, and the young man would ask her what happened, but she would not tell her, and the young man could do nothing about it.
He glanced at the old woman who was chopping firewood in the small yard and wanted to step forward to help.
The old woman was slightly surprised to see that he could walk on the ground, and then said coldly: "Why don't you stay in the house and rest well? If your thin body is tired and you get sick, I'm afraid it will make you sick."
Waiting for you and making medicine for you, hum!"
She didn't have a good look on the old woman, but the young man smiled and didn't care.
This old woman is indeed a sharp-tongued woman, but she is actually a very good old woman.
The boy had received careful care from her in the past three days, and she prepared medicine for him every day, even if she was busy until late at night, and she continued to make medicine five times a day.
Of course, it would be better if her mouth could not be damaged.
However, the young man did not ask for so much.
After all, the other party was kind to him for saving his life, and this kind of kindness was greater than heaven.
The old woman continued to chop wood, and then said in an old voice: "It looks like you are almost recovering. Once you have completely recovered, leave here."
The young man paused for a moment, then nodded silently and said: "Thank you, old lady, for taking me in. I will go down and say thank you to the girl Xiyao who Xiao Xiang'er said saved my life, and then leave here. I will see you later when the boy regains his memory."
I will repay your kindness to Xiao Xiang'er a thousand times."
The old woman opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end she swallowed it.
The young man bowed and left the small courtyard.
Then, he kept asking for directions, hoping to find the residence named Xiyao and say thank you to her.
People passing by saw his face that was struck black by lightning, and they couldn't help but laugh.
The young man didn't take it seriously.
Maybe this has something to do with his personality before he lost his memory. Everything seemed calm and calm.
When they found the elegant pavilion where Xiyao lived according to the address, two maids blocked the young man's way.
After the young man explained his purpose, one of the maids went to report and asked the young man to wait here. As for whether he saw them or not, he could not decide.
According to the boy's observation, the girl named Xiyao seems to be the owner of this Lingshan Mountain. She has a distinguished status and is not an ordinary person. Let alone him, it is not easy for even those in Lingshan Mountain to see the woman.
Xiao Xiang'er was deeply loved by her, so she could come and go here at will and ask her to treat the boy's injuries.
In the pavilion on the highest floor, a green-eyed girl was holding formation materials and carving something on the ground. She sometimes frowned in thought, and sometimes relaxed her eyebrows.
Her cyan eyes exude a soft light, her rose-colored lips are as tender as baby skin, her skin is smooth and white, and her silk-like hair hangs down to her waist.
Wearing a light cyan dress with light pink fringed silk flowers around her waist,
The whole person has an elegant temperament like a fairy.
The girl held the formation materials in her slender hands and was setting up the formation. However, she seemed to have fallen into a state of calm. She tried to drop the formation materials several times, but they always stopped in mid-air.
At this time, a maid in red clothes and a sword came forward and said respectfully: "Spiritual Master, there is a young man outside, who is said to be Xiao Xiang'er's friend. I come here to thank you for your life-saving grace."
The clear-eyed girl frowned for a moment when she heard this, and then she seemed to remember that Xiao Xiang'er did ask him to take action three months ago, seemingly to save a young man who was struck by lightning.
She initially thought that the boy seemed hopeless and asked Xiao Xiang'er to give up. However, Xiao Xiang'er still stubbornly believed that the boy was still alive.
She spent a lot of real energy to protect the young man's heart. She had already concluded that the young man would not wake up.
Unexpectedly, the young man miraculously survived.
The clear-eyed girl was a little surprised, but she was only surprised for a moment, and then her eyes still stayed on this formation.
"Tell him that I accept his thanks and there is no need to meet him."
The woman's voice is ethereal and beautiful, as if it can cleanse people's soul.
She needs to repair and deduce this ancient formation diagram, and doesn't have much time.
The maid in red nodded her head and said respectfully: "Okay Spirit Master, I will let him leave now."
When she turned around, the girl with clear eyes thought of the same blackened sword, which seemed to be the young man's sword.
The power of thunder in that sword could actually hurt her.
Although the injury was not serious, it was enough to show how extraordinary that sword was.
That sword was extraordinary, and its owner must not be an ordinary person, otherwise how could he still be alive after being struck by lightning.
As soon as she thought about this, she called out to the maid in red.
"etc."
"What's wrong, Spirit Master?"
The maid in red turned around with a puzzled look on her face.
The clear-eyed girl pondered for a moment, and then said: "Let him come in."
The maid in red took the order and left.
Then the boy named Mu Mu came to the girl with clear eyes not long after.
At this moment, the clear-eyed girl was still frowning and thinking about the ancient formation diagram on the ground, as if she had grasped the most critical point, and ignored the young man.
And the young man didn't bother him at the moment.
The two of them stayed in the same position for a long time.
Finally, the clear-eyed woman sighed, but still did not drop the formation materials in her hand on the residual image.
She raised her head and glanced at the charred boy with her clear beautiful eyes.
"You have indeed recovered. I thought you wouldn't survive it."
The young man nodded, then cupped his fists and said, "Thank you Miss Xiyao for saving my life."
The clear-eyed girl shook her head and said in an ethereal voice: "You don't need to thank me, I just tried my best. Your survival depends entirely on your own tenacity." (To be continued)
