Mu Yun said coldly: "I also really hope that he is my master, but unfortunately, I can only find one manuscript left by him."
"The manuscript records all his martial arts and..." He paused, looked at him again, and uttered two words: "Life."
Xijian Yunchen smiled unnaturally.
He saw the name Haoyue Rufeng on the pear wood comb that his mother always carried with her.
During the years when he lived in the Fanxiang Palace, he saw that his mother treasured that comb.[
Every thundering night, I would sit in front of the window in the highest attic of the palace, take out the comb, gently touch the name with my fingers, and look into the distance with my eyes, as if thinking about someone.
At this time, her father, who was always extremely jealous, would never bother her.
He just stood silently behind her until the thunder stopped, then he stepped forward and hugged her.
Then, the queen mother would let him hold her hand and walk down to the attic.
This was another time when he was awakened by thunder when he was a child, and he had to find his mother before sleeping and discover the secret.
Later, he quietly asked his mother, who is Haoyue Rufeng?
A hint of sadness flashed through the queen mother's beautiful eyes, and then she smiled softly, gently stroked his hair with her hand, and said, "A very good-looking and smart man."
He was very dissatisfied with his mother's answer. Moreover, his mother had never praised anyone like this before.