When Feng Ziyue woke up, he felt severe pain all over his body, as if every bone had been broken. The pain in his chest was particularly severe.
"Am I not dead yet?"
Feng Ziyue opened his eyes subconsciously. Although he had been blind for decades, his habit of opening his eyes after waking up would not change. To his surprise, he actually saw something.
"My eyes are healed?" He was surprised and happy, and he was filled with doubts. He had obviously forced the Taishang Sensing Chapter's mental technique to activate his sword energy, and he had died together with the despicable Guan Zhongliu. Now, again
where?
Feng Ziyue's eyes turned to the furnishings in the room, which were dark, shabby furniture and beds. There was a copper incense burner placed on the Eight Immortals table, with green smoke curling up, and an elegant fragrance filling his nose.
All this made him extremely familiar!
"This...here is..." He sat up and immediately groaned due to the severe pain all over his body.
This is clearly the home of the sword god Feng Ziyue when he was a boy!
Feng Ziyue looked at the head of the bed in confusion. There were dozens of clear and distinct carvings there. It was exactly the number of times he was bullied by several cousins of the Feng family that he carved with a knife. He had vowed to take revenge, so he engraved them here. The head of the bed.
There are two places on the wooden pole that are polished and shiny. Those are the places where he used his hands to hold and pull in order to exercise his weak body when he was a child. The position is not bad at all.
The thin arms, pale hands, and the slightly frightened and handsome young man's face in the mirror were clearly his, but he was much younger than when he died. This was Feng Ziyue, who was thirteen or fourteen years old.
A weak, but full of dreams, young man who also has his most important family members.
Did the wish before death really come true?
Is he really reborn as a boy? Can the regrets of this glorious life really be made up for?
Feng Ziyue was ecstatic in his heart. He immediately adjusted his profound energy and breathed out. Sure enough, although it was weak, there was still a flow of profound energy in his Dantian. It was very different from the situation where there was no response at all decades later.
"I'm back!" Feng Ziyue straightened his body, tears filling his eyes.
Feng Ziyue's eyesight is now restored, his arms are intact, and his meridians are smooth. Although his body is fragile and his profound energy cultivation is not worth mentioning, what does it matter? He is still young now, and he still has time to save many things, whether it is himself or not.
, or a relative and lover, with the sword in his hand, he will never let any accidents happen again!
What's more, Feng Ziyue still has the most wonderful book in the world - "Tai Xuan Induction Chapter" firmly in his mind! If he starts practicing at this time, his future achievements will definitely exceed the peak state he reached in his previous life.
What the future holds is limitless!
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but let out another burst of joyful laughter.
"Xiao Yue'er, are you awake?" A gentle female voice came from outside the door. Feng Ziyue was startled for a moment, and then a warm current surged in his heart.
How many years has it been since anyone called him that?
There is only one person who would call him such a gentle name - Feng Ziyue's mother, Chu Hongyu, the eldest mistress of the Feng family in Wuyang City.
His mother had a special status. She eloped with his father to the Feng family and was never welcomed by the old man. The old man refused to recognize the marriage. And Feng Ziyue's father, Feng Bufan, the eldest son of the Feng family, was also a puzzler.
A few years ago, the charming martial arts fanatic claimed to have gone out to explore the true meaning of martial arts because of disagreements with his family. However, he did not return for several years and there was no news from him.
Everyone in the Feng family regarded Chu Hongyu as the trouble that caused the eldest young master to leave the family, and their attitudes became even worse in the past few years.
The injuries on Feng Ziyue's body were caused by those cousins. Feng Ziyue was injured secretly in his mother's womb. He was slow in cultivation when he was young and was regarded as useless waste. He was often bullied by them.
However, since he has been reborn at this point, naturally this humiliating past will never happen again.
Feng Ziyue clenched his fists and remembered what Guan Zhongliu said before he died, and made up his mind to never let these villains mess with his life again.
At this time, Chu Hongyu opened the curtain and walked in. Seeing him gnashing his teeth, she was stunned for a moment, with a gentle and infinite look on her face, and walked over and touched his head.
"Xiao Yue'er, don't be angry anymore. As your skills improve in the future, you will naturally have times to vent your anger..."
Although Chu Hongyu was still angry about the beating, she had no idea that his current thoughts were not at all about such a trivial matter. Feng Ziyue smiled slightly and looked up at his mother whom he had not seen for many years, with mixed feelings in his heart.
Chu Hongyu was only about thirty at this time. She was bright and moving. Although she was dressed in rough clothes, she still did not hide her national beauty. Feng Ziyue couldn't help but be stunned.
Chu Hongyu was startled by him again, "Xiao Yue'er, why are you looking at your mother like this? Is there something dirty on your mother's face?"
"No way," Feng Ziyue smiled softly, "I just didn't expect that my mother would be so beautiful..."
"Tsk!" Chu Hongyu's face turned slightly red and she knocked on his head, "You are so smooth-tongued that even your mother is making fun of you."
After all, she was happy when she heard her son praising her beauty. As Feng Ziyue got older, his face became more and more like his father Feng Bufan. Chu Hongyu hugged her son tightly, feeling particularly comforted.
"Our little Yueer has grown up and knows how to make your mother happy. Yes, today is your fourteenth birthday. Aunt Wang gave you a grass chicken to replenish your health in the morning. I have already stewed it and will wait for you in the evening.
When my sister comes back, my mother will make you your favorite chicken noodle soup..."
"What?"
Feng Ziyue's expression suddenly changed, he held up his hands and jumped up from the bed, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.
"Mom...what did you just say?"
Chu Hongyu was startled and quickly supported him, "Xiao Yue'er, lie down first and be careful to touch the wound. I said Aunt Wang sent a chicken..."
"No!" Feng Ziyue shook his head desperately, his back was soaked with cold sweat, "You just said that today is my fourteenth birthday?"
"Yes, today is the sixth day of June, and your five elements are lacking in soil, so your father gave you the character Yue..."
"What time is it now?"
"Now?" Chu Hongyu didn't understand why her son was suddenly so nervous, "It wasn't even the end of time just now..."
Feng Ziyue suddenly turned around and ran towards the door. Although his whole body was in severe pain, he did not pause at all and ran as fast as he could, as if he was crazy.
Chu Hongyu was shocked and shouted from behind, "Yueer!"
"Mom, I have something urgent to do, don't worry, I'll be back right away!" Feng Ziyue was so anxious that he shouted, ignoring the pain, and ran quickly to a forest in the southwest.
Feng Ziyue has a younger sister named Xueer.
She, Yuxue, is cute, five years younger than Feng Ziyue, and is only nine years old this year.
But... Feng Ziyue's fourteenth birthday was the day of her death!
Just before dinner, someone found her body in the woods, so Feng Ziyue did not eat the chicken noodle soup cooked by his mother that night, and he never celebrated his birthday again in his life.
It's still not time yet. Has that thing happened yet?