"It just so happens that I am going to Beiming City. If the young master doesn't mind, let's go together." The woman herself said this inexplicably, and she took the initiative to ask a young man to go with her.
"Whatever the girl said, I don't want you to ask for it, so I won't bother you." Wuming said sincerely.
We made an appointment to leave tomorrow and went back to our rooms.
After a dreamless night, Wuming got up in the morning, freshened up, and walked out of the room to breathe in the fresh air.
After the activity, I went to sit down in the lobby. There were so few people in the morning. Most of them ate in their own rooms. Wuming ordered some breakfast and ate slowly. He looked at the empty mountains and rivers and the vast sky outside through the window, feeling how insignificant human beings are.
Are there really gods in this world? What are gods? What power do they have? Can they turn this vast sky upside down?
There are very few things that can be recalled in my mind. My knowledge of swordsmanship, herbal medicine, and alchemy can all be recalled naturally. As for people and things, I can't think of anything. My childhood and how I grew up so old can't think of anything. I can't think of anything even if I think hard.
It's useless, I just can't remember it, and I don't feel any discomfort.
After a while, the woman came out, still wearing a bamboo hat, and a plain dress with indescribable elegance. The ordinary clothes on her were more beautiful than the most gorgeous and beautiful clothes in the world. It was a kind of beauty that was not stained by anything in the world.
The beauty of breath.
"Let's go." Seeing Wuming who had finished eating, the woman said softly, her voice making people's hearts move inexplicably.
Well, the two of them walked out of the inn side by side.
The woman led a horse. In fact, many people in mainland China are riding horses. Even people with strong martial arts or magic will prepare a good horse. Many important cities in countries strictly prohibit large mounts and magical beasts from driving on the streets.
Wuming looked at the tall and unusually white horse. It should be a galloping horse. It was all white without a single hair. It was handsome and proud...
Wuming looked at these horses depressedly, but in his heart he thought that you are so proud of a beast...,,,,,
The woman looked at Wuming again. She was dressed in ordinary clothes. Her hands were white and slender, without a single ring.,,,
The woman looked at Wuming who seemed a little embarrassed and said softly, let's go, and the two of them headed north.
They were not walking along a main road. It was early in the morning, there were few people around, the woman was very quiet, and Wuming was not a talkative person. In the end, they walked in silence for a while and no one spoke.
"Where is the master's hometown?" the woman said casually.
Wuming thought deeply for a while. It was not that he wanted to hide it but that he really didn't know. Thinking of this, his whole body exuded an aura of self-deprecation, and he looked into the distance lonelyly, "I don't know, I can't remember anything."
The woman was not surprised. Maybe she was interested in him because of his deep-seated loneliness. Loneliness is something that only wise people can be lonely.
I'm sorry, the woman comforted her gently.
Slowly you may remember whether you have any friends or places to go.
No, Wuming said lightly, his expression returned to his usual casual look, but he was still very lonely, but it made people feel even more aloof. Maybe aloofness is the best disguise for loneliness.
"Oh, if you don't mind, come to my house." The woman said in a complicated voice.
It's too much trouble, just find an inn.
Don’t you treat me as a friend? The woman said softly. She wore a bamboo hat and couldn’t see her expression. Her appearance was also very beautiful at first sight. She was so beautiful that there was no trace of fireworks in her face, but she didn’t see her appearance clearly.
Friend, Wuming smiled self-deprecatingly and said: "It's very far away. Girl, you can tell me what I have that makes you want to be my friend."
The woman smiled softly and said, "You have a strong sense of self-protection? You are afraid that I have some plans for you."
Wuming touched his nose and said, "I can't even think of anything you might want." His voice was very self-deprecating.
"Why do I feel that you have a lot of things that others are interested in?" the woman said in a slightly naughty voice.
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In the past few days, they ate and drank together, and the woman looked at him in surprise as Wuming made barbecue with his own hands. Wuming didn't want to make food at first, but when he saw the woman's bare hands that were more perfect than those carved by gods, he couldn't help but
Done.
Wuming smiled and said, "Don't look at it. Could it be that what you said you have a plan for is to give you barbecue."
The woman felt a little dumbfounded, and then she laughed softly.
"How should I call you? Others call me Wuming." Wuming said while grilling meat without raising his head.
"Unnamed, well, my name is Bei Ming Wushuang." The woman thought about it and said.
Beiming,,,, the surname of the Beiming family. Anyone with the surname Beiming is related to the Beiming family. Who is he from the Beiming family? Wuming thought to himself.
"Unparalleled, unparalleled, people are just like their names." Wuming said softly.
Bei Ming Wushuang looked up strangely and looked at the handsome, vicissitudes of life and fatally attractive man in front of him. He felt strange and a little weird in his heart.
Wuming knew that Bei Ming Wushuang in front of him was not simple. He actually couldn't see her cultivation level. There were only two possibilities for her cultivation level. One was to return to the original nature without any Kung Fu, and the other was to have no Kung Fu. You must know that level 8
The strength can be seen easily.
Bei Ming Wushuang definitely has some cultivation. This can only be the first type because the woman has already shown some martial arts skills, so it is not obvious that she is really an expert.
Bei Ming Wushuang was also surprised by Wuming's footwork. She didn't know it was Qing Gong. Even Wuming probably didn't know where he learned it now.
She felt that the man in front of her became more and more mysterious the more she got along with him, but he lost his memory.
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