() "The north wind is turbulent, the night is still young, and your shadow is constantly cutting."
"Father, I seem to understand how you felt when you said this..."
A ray of dawn fell on Liu Mu's head, making his white hair even more conspicuous.
Liu Mu, who just turned eighteen a month later, already has white hair.
"Father, you said you would come back in ten years at most..." Liu Mu looked lonely: "Now, twelve years have passed."
"You said you would bring your mother and come back to me..."
Although Liu Mu is now eighteen years old, his yearning for his father has not diminished. Maturity does not mean ruthlessness.
Liu Mu stood on the top of the mountain, staring blankly at the sky in the east that looked like it was burning.
"Haha... Father, you must not have imagined what happened to Mu'er in these years..." The corner of Liu Mu's mouth suddenly raised a self-deprecating arc.
"Your talent puts me to shame. One day, you will definitely become a strong man overlooking the world."
Liu Mu's ears still lingered on his father's original words.
He practiced training at the age of six, became a warrior at the age of seven, was promoted to a quasi-martialist at the age of eight, became a true warrior at the age of ten, and became a spirit warrior at the age of twelve. It sounds like a fantasy. But this is when Liu Mu was twelve years old
Previous experience.
But after he was twelve years old, Liu Mu contracted a strange disease.
Not only is his cultivation gradually declining, but his vitality is also inexplicably overdrawn.
Liu Mu had a feeling, or rather an awareness, that he would not live more than three years.
"Father, Mu'er really misses you...I also miss my mother whom I have never met..." Liu Mu, who had never shed tears in the past twelve years, suddenly became wet at the corner of his eyes, which shone brightly in the morning sunshine.
Glow.
"Mu'er, may I see you again in my lifetime...Father..."
Cultivation has become a luxury for Liu Mu now. The reason why he got up so early was not to practice, but to exercise, hoping to live longer.
After gathering away the sadness in his heart, Liu Mu started to practice a set of boxing techniques on the hilltop.
At first glance, this boxing technique looks like a child playing house, extremely slow. Of course, the movements are still very beautiful, with a somewhat smooth flow.
This boxing technique is not a spiritual skill, let alone a spiritual technique. However, it has unexpected effects in strengthening the body.
"My father is always so magical..." Liu Mu sincerely admired his father: "Over the years, if I hadn't insisted on practicing Tai Chi taught by my father every day, maybe I wouldn't be alive now.
As he grew older, Liu Mu felt more and more that his father was full of mystery.
"Even my father's name is so magical..." Thinking of his father's name, a strange emotion flashed in Liu Mu's eyes, "Liu Weilun... this name seems to be made up of three words randomly, but it makes
It feels special and sounds good.”
"And my father always speaks well!" Liu Mu also admires his father's literary heritage. "He has read thousands of books and traveled thousands of miles. All laughter and curses have become articles. Good and evil are all in one thought. All living beings are equal..."
"These unheard-of, yet wise and wise sayings all came from my father's mouth..."
"Especially that sentence..." Thinking of this, Liu Mu couldn't help showing a funny expression, "The water is clear and there are no fish, and the people are invincible... Father, in Mu'er's impression, you have always acted like I am invincible...
"
"Is it because you are mean enough? Haha..." Liu Mu suddenly laughed.
After doing Tai Chi, Liu Mu looked at a wooden sword.
This wooden sword has a very nice name, called Green Wood Sword.
It was made by Liu Mu's father, Liu Weilun.
The Aoki Sword is no different in size from an ordinary long sword and is very light in weight. It doesn't even weigh one or two. Even a child of three or four years old can use it as a toy.
Liu Mu's two fingers grazed the sword body, and he seemed to hear a buzzing sound coming from the wooden sword.
"call out!"
Liu Mu suddenly swung his wooden sword, and a sword energy that was difficult to detect with the naked eye surged out and instantly stirred up a cloud of dust.
There was no surprise in Liu Mu's eyes, and he looked normal, as if he had long been accustomed to the power of the Aoki Sword.
"How many mysteries exist in my father..." The Green Wood Sword was made by Liu Mu when he was five years old and watched his father make it with his own eyes.
At first, Liu Mu thought it was just an ordinary soldier.
But as the cultivation level improved, the power of the Green Wood Sword also increased. Liu Mu thought it was a spiritual weapon.
But when he was promoted to a spiritual warrior, the Aoki Sword was in his hands again, displaying its power as a divine weapon.
The levels of spiritual weapons are divided into: ordinary weapons, spiritual weapons, divine weapons, and heavenly weapons.
Liu Mu's current level of cultivation has reduced to that of an armor warrior. In his hands, the Green Wood Sword can only exert its power as an ordinary soldier. Of course, Liu Mu will no longer think that the Green Wood Sword is just an ordinary soldier.
With Liu Mu's current level of cultivation, if he strikes with all his strength, he can still barely exert the power of the spiritual weapon. The disadvantage is that after issuing this strike, he will be weak.
After the sun had completely emerged from the eastern sky, Liu Mu had already stood up and walked towards the mountain gate of Jingyou Gate.
Liu Mu guessed that his father's identity was not ordinary, maybe he was a big shot.
Before he left, he fostered Liu Mu in Jingyoumen. It was foster care, not worship in Jingyoumen.
However, the benefits that Liu Mu enjoys far exceed those of the outer disciples, and are exactly the same as those of the inner disciples.
Liu Weilun was very considerate for Liu Mu. He was worried that if he left for too long, Jingyou Sect would take less and less care of Liu Mu. I don’t know what method he used to get the elder of Jingyou Sect to betroth his daughter to Liu Mu.
Shepherd.
Ever since he contracted a strange illness, Liu Mu's personality has become introverted and he doesn't like to appear in crowds. But today, Liu Mu's father-in-law has repeatedly urged Liu Mu to attend.
Politicians who have fallen out of power, nobles who have fallen into disgrace, fallen geniuses... they can all easily become the laughing stock of others.
Sure enough, Liu Mu's appearance instantly attracted countless eyes.
Liu Mu sighed secretly in his heart. The eyes of these people looked like him, either gloating about his misfortune or mocking him.
Liu Mu was not a petty person. He glanced around and found the figure of the great elder Shu Tianhe and walked towards his position.
"Great Elder, has something big happened? Such a big battle." Liu Mu was not at all reserved in front of Shu Tianhe and spoke very casually.
"You don't know?" Shu Tianhe glanced at Liu Mu in surprise before saying, "The demon hunting team returned triumphantly from the northwest today."
Demon hunting team?
Hearing the demon hunting team, Liu Mu felt a slight flash of disgust in his heart, but he still had a smile on his face, "Is the unlucky guy discovered again this time?"
"Blood Evil Sect? Wuji Demon Sect? Mingjiao?"
A hundred years ago, the Demon Sect fought against the Righteous Way, and the Demon Sect was defeated.
From that time on, everyone in the Demon Sect in Yanshan was shouting to fight and kill.
As long as the Demon Sect is found in a certain place, the seven decent sects headed by Yunxia Sect will lead their disciples to kill them.
Liu Mu couldn't help but think of the conversation he had with his father when he was a child.
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"Son, not all people in the Demon Sect commit murder and arson. They do all kinds of evil."
"Not all righteous people are compassionate and compassionate."
Liu Mu asked with a puffed face: "Then what do they say, the devil eats human flesh and drinks human blood?"
"Hey, this is brainwashing you." Liu Weilun told Liu Mu, "Good and evil are like two countries. Once there is a conflict of interest, there will be a war. Whoever wins will be the boss."
"The losing side will of course be accused of becoming a demon by the victor."
"Now the war between good and evil has lasted for nearly a hundred years. These days are enough for the winner to criticize with words and words, and to mold the loser into a demon."
Seeing that Liu Mu seemed to understand, Liu Weilun added: "Have you ever seen a demon eating human flesh and drinking human blood? In fact, not only have you never seen it, not even the person who told you these things has ever seen it.
.”
"This is brainwashing. The winner will tell you that those people are bad guys and demons from a very young age. This is not an exaggeration. When the circumstances are serious, they will directly label those people as anti-human.
dross."
"What you see in books, what you hear with your ears, and what you see with your eyes may not be the truth. You have to use your own heart to judge what is good or evil, right or wrong."
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"They are the remnants of the Ming Cult." A solemn expression appeared on the long-faced face, "The Ming Cult has been working hard in the northwest region for decades."
No wonder Shu Tianhe's face was so solemn. During the Mingjiao's heyday, even Jingyou Sect had to avoid its edge.
"Even so, you don't need to greet me personally?" Liu Mu's tone was a bit funny.
"Fuck you." The great elder laughed and scolded: "How can you tell that I am getting old?"
Although Shu Tianhe is in his fifties, he has a strong cultivation and has already reached the rank of Imperial Warrior. He looks like he is only in his thirties.
"Ding Zihang has made great contributions in this demon hunting operation. The head brother is still in retreat, so I will greet him personally." The elder explained.
Ding Zihang?
Liu Mu couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
Ding Zihang is the first among the junior outer disciples. He is only a few months older than Liu Mu and is already a true warrior. It is said that this boy is only one step away from being a spiritual warrior.
The two people had nothing in common, but Ding Zihang liked Liu Mu's fiancée Shu Yunling.
Ding Zihang is arrogant and domineering, bullying the weak, and has been disliked by others since he was a child, including Shu Yunling.
After courting failed again and again, Ding Zihang fell in love with Liu Mu. If he hadn't made a marriage contract with Yun Ling, I would have embraced the beauty long ago.
In the early days, Ding Zihang couldn't beat Liu Mu, but he still learned to be patient. Later, after Liu Mu got a strange disease, he began to ridicule and make sarcastic remarks to him.
"What great contribution?" Liu Mu had a bad feeling in his heart.
The elder was usually busy practicing, so he didn't know about the grievances between the juniors, and said: "Speaking of which, Ding Zihang is also a person with great luck."
"During this demon hunting operation, he actually saved the son of a peak master of the Yunxia Sect and was rewarded with a spiritual weapon of the spiritual weapon level."
The Great Elder's tone was rather envious. You must know that there are only a few spiritual weapons of the Spirit Soldier level in the entire Jingyou Sect.
"That's it?" Liu Mu was still confused.
Yunxia Sect is the largest sect in Yanshan. Including Jingyou Sect, all sects in Yanshan have a vassal relationship with Yunxia Sect.
The son of a peak leader of Yunxia Sect, his status is even more noble than the sons of most sect leaders.
But just like that, it is not worthy for the Great Elder to welcome Ding Zihang in person.
"Of course it's more than that." Shu Tianhe said: "Ding Zihang also killed a Ming Cult spiritual warrior."
Kill the enemy by leapfrogging?
Liu Mu couldn't help but look solemn in his eyes.
Try to imagine a five- or six-year-old child beating to death an able-bodied adult. You will know how fantastic this thing is.
However, it is a definite fact.
In his heyday, Liu Mu could leapfrog enemies and fight against them, but fighting against enemies and killing them were two completely different qualities.
From a distance, a team appeared in Liu Mu's sight.
There are a total of twelve people in this team, and the leader is a young man dressed in white, with a handsome demeanor and a majestic appearance.
The young man is none other than today's protagonist, Ding Zihang.