"ah……"

A scream sounded, and Li Mu sat up from the bed in a panting violently, and dense beads of sweat emerged from his forehead, flowing continuously along his cheeks, gathering on the tip of his chin, and finally dripping on a shabby quilt.

The surroundings were pitch black and filled with suffocating silence, as if this was a tomb, and I had been buried in thick soil.

Li Mu habitually stretched out his hands and grabbed them around a few times. He felt that he had not grasped the soil or wooden boards he had imagined. Then he slowly calmed down and breathed gently. He heard his heart pulsing like a fierce drum sound, as if he would jump out of his throat the next moment.

Although the feeling of palpitations still came, a sense of joy rose in Li Mu's heart. From the sound of his heartbeat, he felt that he was still alive.

As long as you are alive, it is Li Mu's greatest comfort.

He could no longer tell the difference, how many times he woke up from a nightmare.

Since falling off the cliff that day, he has been having the same nightmare for more than ten days after that, and finally he suddenly woke up at the moment of falling off the cliff.

Whenever this happened, Li Mu would doubt whether he was alive or dead; whether all this was really seen by him or his dream that was just a sliver of remnants of souls.

But he clearly remembered that when he fell off the cliff that day, for some reason, the umbrella in his hand suddenly opened and happened to be next to the clouds, stopping the falling trend; then the violent mountain wind and the air current rising in the deep valley floated away with him with the umbrella, and finally allowed himself to escape.

As for how the umbrella was opened when it fell from the cliff, Li Mu had no memory at all.

He didn't understand that it was because he was too scared and chose to forget the memory of that moment, but he thought with great concern. Could it be because his survival was too fierce, so that the memory stayed at that moment and continued to imagine everything that followed.

Because Li Mu once heard a story, a story about the love between gods and demons.

In the story, an immortal and a beautiful woman from the fox tribe fell in love. She was originally a love affair that was so enviable that she was others. In the end, a racial war broke out because of the world she lived in. In the end, the fox tribe woman died unfortunately for some unknown reasons.

Because the immortal was too attached to his beautiful wife, but had no means to bring her back to life, he could only collect fragments of his wife's soul and use a mysterious stone to let each other's souls enter it and find a marriage for the next life.

This sounded too mysterious, but it worried Li Mu for a long time.

Because he also had a piece of jade hidden in his arms at that time, it was the sad bird that he had to take his time to squeeze into his arms. This secret treasure, known as the most mysterious secret realm, eventually turned from a piece of jade into a piece of white jade in his arms, so he had reason to doubt whether his soul would also be sucked into a sad bird.

Once upon a time, he saw the floating clouds, the rushing rivers, and the beautiful mountains, rivers, and the mountains in the sad blue sky. So could all this be seen in front of him be just another world transformed into the sad blue sky?

"No, definitely not." Li Mu reached out to wipe the sweat from his forehead and murmured to himself, "I know why sad Bi turned white, because the green clouds inside ran into my body..."

As if to make himself believe that he is still alive, Li Mu groped to take off his single clothes soaked in sweat, and put his hands under his navel. The part of the people in the story called the Dantian was quietly feeling something.

Perhaps it was because of psychological effects, Li Mu always felt a slight coolness emitted there, like the breeze and dew in the bamboo forest in the early morning, constantly passing through the skin and soaking his palms.

Then he moved his palm away, stared at the Dantian part in the dark, observed carefully, and distinguished, he believed that he had seen a light green light.

Even in the darkness, it is still full of vitality.

Li Mu showed a relieved smile. This was the only way he could comfort himself every time he woke up. He believed that the emerald green vortex in his body must have been a final secret about the secret realm masters for hundreds of years and still cannot be solved until now.

"Snatch, take..."

Amid the slight impact, a faint light shone on Li Mu's face, awakening him from his meditation.

Li Mu couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly and looked at the light not far away. It was where the window was located, and a small gap was cracking.

The sound of impact continued, with a faint sound of wind and a slight rustling sound of autumn rain falling on the leaves and tiles. All of this reminded Li Mu that today is still a rainy day and is not suitable for traveling far away.

"Oh, it's raining again, why is it raining again? When will this damn rainy day pass?" Li Mu couldn't help but sigh, groping and getting up from the bed, putting on his clothes and shoes, and walking to the window to open the window door.

Some dark light couldn't wait to squeeze into the window, instantly occupying all the space in the room, allowing everything in the room to emerge from the darkness.

This is a small inn room, with only a hard bed in the whole room, a shabby small table, and a simple and rough stool.

There was an oil lamp on the table, and the wick on it was charred and small. Even if it was lit, the light would not be enough to illuminate the entire room. There was a shabby quilt piled up on the bed, with dense patches on it, which was enough to show that it was of age, probably older than Li Mu.

A gust of cold wind blew, and Li Mu couldn't help but shivered. His close-fitting clothes were soaked by sweat, and he was a little coldly against his body, feeling indescribable. The branches outside the window kept shaking, and almost hit Li Mu's forehead several times. I wonder if he was blaming him, but Li Mu took away its playmate.

"It seems that I have to wait another day, and I don't know when I will be able to arrive at Qianshan Pavilion." Li Mu subconsciously tightened his clothes, which were not thick, and said to himself with a sad face, "Even if I arrive at Qianshan Pavilion, how should I explain the fact that sad blue turns white?"

This is his fifth day in Yunyang City.

Since entering Yunyang City that day, the color of the sky suddenly changed the next day, and it began to drizzle continuously. The road that was not very good suddenly became even more difficult to walk. After walking two or three miles out of the city, Li Mu had to retreat helplessly. He followed those business trips who had gone far away and stayed in an inn, waiting for the autumn rain to stop.

"It turns out that the autumn wind and autumn rain are so sad!" Li Mu shook his head, turned around and sat back to the bed, and said softly.

Then, after sitting bored for a while, Li Mu's thoughts once again turned to the mysterious power in his sadness, although he had thought about this question more than once.

"I really can't understand. Since the power of the heart is so hard that it can easily come into my body. Why can such a talented master never get benefits from it? Could it be that I, Li Mu, is really a genius boy? Or is I, Li Mu, the person chosen by God?"

Li Mu thought about it for a while, but still had no clue. He couldn't help but smile and said to himself with a wry smile: "This is too nonsense. Even if I, Li Mu, thinks that I am just bragging, I won't think of a lunatic, and I feel that I am the first person in history."

"I should be considered a disaster, but when will I have blessings in the future?" After a moment of silence, Li Mu still couldn't control himself and fantasize about the adventure scenes in the storytelling story.

After all, my own experience seems to be even better than those adventures.

He really couldn't remember how the umbrella was opened at that time, but he clearly remembered that when he rose back from under the cliff, the incredible and surprising revealed on Ye Qi and Yan Xi's faces.

Especially Ye Qi, at that moment, he felt relieved, and tears were bursting on his old face.

Then, something strange happened.

Just as Li Mu wanted to wave to them, the sadness in his arms suddenly came a slightly cool breath, entering from the part close to his chest, spreading along some passages that Li Mu didn't understand, and streaked towards the bottom of his lower abdomen, and finally entrenched in the Dantian area, forming a small vortex that slowly rotated.

Li Mu was a little at a loss. He didn't understand what was going on, nor did he know who he should ask for advice. He could only sit there stupidly, letting the mountain wind blow him, slowly drifting towards the vast plain in the distance.

Soon, the sad and blue aura seemed to have accumulated enough power in the dantian, and suddenly differentiated countless tiny branches and rushed towards various unknown parts in his body. Then Li Mu heard a loud bang in his mind, as if something was ignited at that moment.

Immediately afterwards, Li Mu woke up in a daze, but for some reason he saw a young man holding the handle of an umbrella desperately, with a look of surprise and thought on his face, blown by the mountain wind, floating towards the distance.

On the cliff not far away, Ye Qizheng said something to Yan Xi, then pointed to the sky, as if asking Yan Xi to shoot arrows in the sky.

Only then did Li Mu realize that at some point in the sky, there was a beautiful hawk.

Looking at this hawk that was made of gold, Li Mu subconsciously wanted to reach out to grab it. At this time, he strangely realized that he seemed to have no hands and feet, and he didn't know where his body was. It seemed that he only had a pair of eyes, staying in the air.

But the hawks beside them seemed to feel a trace of crisis, and kept chirping, drilling in and out of the clouds.

"...Jin Qingyu... Shoot down quickly..." Ye Qicang's old voice, with a hint of anxiety, came into Li Mu's ears that did not exist.

This was not what Li Mu heard, but an extremely strange way of receiving, as if it was directly transmitted from Ye Qi's mouth to Li Mu's heart. But it seemed that since Li Mu was not familiar with this method, he could not clearly receive all his words.

A shrill eagle roar sounded, interrupting Ye Qi's words. A sharp arrow rubbed against the wings of "Golden Jade", making a clanging sound of metal collision, flying away from a distance. On the left wing of "Golden Jade", a few drops of blood red flashed in an instant, and a few golden feathers fell, flying around with the mountain wind.

"Golden Jade" seemed to dare not stay, flapping its injured wings, gliding towards the north sky, and soon disappeared between the blue sky and white clouds.

The next moment, Li Mu saw Ye Qi saying something to Yan Xi more anxiously, and then saw Mo Hanshan lying on the stone. He trembled and took out a piece of white cloth from his arms, let Yan Xi dip the blood on his mouth and write some words on the cloth.

Then Yan Xi did something that almost scared Li Mu to death.

Yan Xi hesitated for a moment, and finally broke the arrow, then tied the piece of cloth with the words to the arrow, and pulled the short bow from a distance to him...

Li Mu was so scared that he waved his hand desperately, but he was helpless to find that Yan Xi and Ye Qi could not see themselves at all. Under the instinct of survival, Li Mu had to let himself escape to the high place, which seemed to be the only way he could do.

Then Li Mu found that he was getting higher and higher, and his vision became bigger and bigger.

He saw Lianshan Town, the city full of people in the distance, the vast land with light smoke floating, the towering green mountains, and the crisscrossing rivers...

He even saw a more distant place - the endless blue east, the verdant green south, the snowy north, and the gray and yellow west...

Li Mu had forgotten everything, the boy who drifted with the wind, the anxious Ye Qi, and the Yan Xi, who held a short bow but hesitant face.

He even forgot his existence.

He just felt that a sense of shock that penetrated his soul came, which made him almost feel suffocated; the thoughts that had once thought were a little funny at this moment; all thoughts and emotions, at this moment, became only a feeling-
Chapter completed!