Mo Yun had a long, long dream. In the dream, he could not see his past life, nor could he see this life. The only thing he could see were golden light groups one after another.
In each light group, there is a person and a knife. Mo Yun can't see clearly what the figure in the light group looks like, but he can clearly distinguish that the figure in each light group is holding a knife in his hand.
The knife made incredible movements one after another.
Perhaps, this is the sword technique mentioned in those stories?
Mo Yun is not stupid. Although he has never studied, Mo Yun understands very well that the world he is in now is probably no longer the world he is familiar with. Here, there is no vicious Uncle Sheng and no waiting.
Xiao Lin went back to save his life, but there was a senior brother who wanted to kill him and then quickly.
When he was begging in the past, Mo Yun also heard other people tell magical stories. In the stories, the protagonists were heroes who hoe the strong and supported the weak, saved the people from fire and water, took revenge and killed all the bullies in the world.
Often at that time, Mo Yun would be fascinated and imagine himself to be one of the masters in the story, not to change this damn world, but to survive.
As the humblest little beggar in the world, survival is always the first thing Mo Yun considers.
But now, this opportunity seems to have really appeared.
Mo Yun had no time to think about the meaning of what he had encountered, and how his life would change. At this moment, Mo Yun's entire mind was immersed in those masses of light and shadow, and there was nothing left in his heart.
A stray thought.
There are ten light groups in total, each one is different in size, and the sword techniques among them may be simple or complex. The shadows of the swords among them are those of one person with one sword, either sweeping or chopping, plucking or cutting, and some are grazing.
With help, there are cuts and thrusts, and the eight skills of the sword are vividly demonstrated.
For a moment, Mo Yun seemed to have transformed into the figure in the light ball, dancing gracefully with the long knife in his hand, without feeling the passage of time at all.
Mo Yun's memory has always been very strong. If he hadn't been abandoned by his parents in the market, if he hadn't been picked up by a black-hearted old cripple and trained into a "three-handed man", if Mo Yun could have books to read, perhaps with his memory,
There will also be some success.
It's a pity that the word "if" will always be people's best extravagant wish.
Mo Yun gradually discovered that even with his memory, which he was proud of in the past, he could not remember any of the moves in the light and shadow, which made him become a little confused.
Ten light groups flashed past one after another like a horse watching flowers. The human figures and sword lights in the light group danced faster and faster, and gradually became blurry, making Mo Yun unable to see anymore.
Clear every detail.
Anxiety began to spread in Mo Yun's heart. Fortunately, this situation did not last long. Mo Yun was finally surprised to find that there was only a ball of light and shadow, the person in the middle, and the dance of the knife became slower and slower!
It has to be said that this light group is the smallest among all the light groups, and the sword technique in it is also the simplest of all the sword techniques. Mo Yun does not know the sword technique, so he has no regrets at all.
It's like a drowning person grasping the last straw in the palm of his hand.
Gradually, all the other light groups dimmed and disappeared without a trace, leaving only the smallest light group.
Mo Yun didn't know what kind of impact the emergence of this sword technique would have on his future, nor did he know the use of learning such a thing. He was just like a baby's instinct, desperately absorbing every ounce of nutrients within reach.
Perhaps only in this way can we eliminate the fear and confusion after coming to another world and continue to survive in this unknown place.
I don't know how long it took, but Mo Yun finally felt that there was an inexplicable warm breath in his body, flowing along the whole body. At first, the flow was extremely slow, and Mo Wentian was not aware of it. However, at this moment, it became more and more intense.
The rush made Mo Yun feel a stream of heat gathering in his lower abdomen.
Suddenly, the mysterious aura suddenly stopped while it was traveling around Mo Yun's body. After reaching Mo Yun's back, he could no longer move forward, like a big river suddenly blocked by a huge rock.
, unspeakably uncomfortable.
"The way of observing the sky and the journey of holding on to the sky have been completed."
Subconsciously, Mo Yun chanted these ten words in his mouth, and then his mind suddenly became empty. An indescribable understanding rose from the bottom of Mo Yun's heart, and then he felt the huge rock in front of the river suddenly
Falling apart, the long river finally moves forward unimpeded!
At the same time, Mo Yun actually felt a sense of comfort in his body. Even the stab wounds caused by the cluster of discarded knives seemed to have healed as before. Even the fatal injuries caused by Li Yuanji's plot unexpectedly healed.
I also gradually lost the feeling of pain!
At this moment, Mo Yun's eyes suddenly opened!
"drink!"
Mo Yun roared angrily, and following the movements he was already familiar with after watching them hundreds of times in the light ball, he swept the strange knife in his hand forward and suddenly shot out a black light, followed by the chaotic sound of gold and stone, and the oppression was on Mo Yun.
The dozens of broken knives and broken blades on Yun's body were all wiped out!
The next moment, Mo Yun's body shook, and his whole body seemed to have regained its strength, and his whole person was filled with infinite vitality. Then, with a push of his left hand, Mo Yun sat up from the ground!
Because the movement was too violent, Mo Yun still felt spasms in his chest and abdomen, but this could not stop Mo Yun from being ecstatic because he finally regained his freedom.
Without any hesitation, Mo Yun stood up from the darkness, picked a direction at random, and then walked forward cautiously.
"Hua Hua... clang..."
There was a constant sound of metal collisions. It was the sound made by Mo Yun's feet constantly stepping on the broken blades of the broken knives scattered on the ground. Mo Yun walked very slowly, and he was extremely nervous, but the hand holding the broken knives
, but without the slightest tremor.
Not long after, Mo Yun finally touched a piece of stone wall. He didn't know how thick it was. At the same time, because the broken knife was extremely heavy, Mo Yun's right hand already felt obvious pain in such a short time. However, Mo Yun suddenly felt it.
If you still feel nothing, continue touching the wall and walking forward.
During this period, Mo Yun knocked down a wooden frame, and a broken knife pulled out a hole in his ankle. Even so, Mo Yun was not able to stop Mo Yun, and he finally touched an iron door.
The door to quality!
Without putting down the heavy broken knife in his hand, Mo Yun used all his strength, whether pushing or pulling, but was still unable to shake the iron door at all. It seemed that the iron door was locked from the outside. There was no doubt.
In Mo Yun's mind, senior brother Li Yuanji appeared again.
"Since God allows me to live again, it's just a door, does it want to block me?"
In the darkness, Mo Yun's eyes became extremely bright. He grasped the handle of the broken knife tightly with both hands, took a deep breath, and slashed the knife in his hand toward the iron door from top to bottom.
"clang!"
A huge roar came from the iron gate, and at the same time, a strong shock quickly rushed to Mo Yun's wrists. Almost instantly, Mo Yun felt that both his wrists were broken backwards, and the knife in his hand cut off the knife.
He fell, and then Mo Yun seemed to be hit hard by a wild boar. He flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground.
"hiss……"
There was no cry of pain, and Mo Yun gasped. Compared with the pain just now, the pain between his wrists and the tearing feeling in his chest and abdomen were much easier now.
"As expected, I am still a bit overestimating my abilities!"
Smiling to himself, Mo Yun remained motionless, looking up at the mysterious and palpitating darkness. For a moment, his heart calmed down.
"I've lived again, and I've already made a lot of money, so what else can I be unwilling to do?"
Having said this, Mo Yun relaxed completely, but suddenly felt a familiar warm current in his body, starting to flow slowly, flowing through his broken hands, and flowing to his chest and abdomen, which had not healed from serious injuries, and felt cool in waves.
Suddenly, Mo Yun keenly felt that the pain that was constantly stimulating his brain was relieved a lot again.
"It seems that God still refuses to let me die. What is this, a secret arrangement from God?"
"Or do you want my hope to turn into despair again, and then die in despair again?"
"I'll fuck you!"
Suddenly, Mo Yun uttered a curse word, and then Mo Yun started laughing. Amid the arrogant laughter, Mo Yun's eyes filled with mist, and scenes from his past and present life flashed back before his eyes.
From an abandoned child, to a thief, and then to a beggar, Mo Yun thought that he had seen all the warmth and coldness of the world and the darkest side, but when he had to do it again, even in another world, the owner of this body
, also suffered from the indignity of human nature. If it were not for the relationship between Master Xiaoyaozi, his head might have been in a different place.
This is what Mo Yun is most jealous of. At least, he still has a master.
Recalling the scenes with Master, whether it was scolding or doting, it made Mo Yun feel like he was soaking in a spring of warm water. Infinite warmth surged in Mo Yun's heart. At this moment, Mo Yun seemed to be with this person.
The body is completely integrated into one person.
Mo Yun had never felt such tenderness before, and for a moment, he couldn't help himself. Perhaps, after he left, he could truly have this hard-won family affection, even though it did not originally belong to him.
Suddenly, Mo Yun's body trembled. Thinking of his senior brother Li Yuanji's merciless killing of him, he suddenly thought of what to do if Li Yuanji was unfavorable to his master!
"Master!"
At this moment, Mo Yun's eyes lit up again, and a name echoed in his mind. It was the real name of this body, the name that had originally passed away.
This name has the same surname as Mo Yun, also named Mo, and his given name is Mo Wentian.
"Mo Wentian, what a good Mo Wentian. From now on, there will be no Mo Yun, only Mo Wentian. My fate is mine, Mo Wentian!"
A faint spark rekindled in Mo Yun, or Mo Wentian's heart, burning his whole body into a huge torch with the force of a prairie fire, illuminating himself in this endless darkness.
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Then, Mo Wentian stood up again and continued walking towards the iron gate with determined steps.