The moonlight fell coldly, and the whole world fell silent. A cool breeze gusted through the mountains with an icy chill.

A white shadow stood on the peak of Yuxu Mountain, and the mountain wind blew her clothes, and the sound of cracking and cracking was like a fluttering fairy, not like a mortal.

After a long time, a soft sigh came out of the mouth of the white shadow, and the faint loneliness echoed in the valley and jungle.

"Wushuang? What a nice name. Bai Ying muttered softly, and those sad starry eyes involuntarily appeared in his mind, why did he call her Wushuang? Why did you look at her with such sad eyes? Did you recognize the wrong person?

If the dragon is here, he will see the white shadow on the top of this mountain, which is the one who has lost his memory for some reason.

"My name is Bingning, not Wushuang." Bai Ying whispered again, she gently removed the veil, revealing a peerless face, her face was quiet and indifferent, but her thoughts were thinking of the strange man, she did not have his existence in her memory, but she could feel the strange telepathy between him and herself, which made her very uneasy.

Bing Ning suddenly raised her hand and pulled out a strange pendant from her neck, made of some metal, the back was as smooth as jade, and the front was carved with a fiery red sun rising from the east, this pendant had been worn around her neck since she woke up from the crystal coffin.

Looking at the pendant for a long time, Bing Ning held it in the palm of her hand, she didn't know what this pendant represented, but she knew that this pendant was important to her.

"Maybe I should go back to the Holy City, and I don't know what has become of it?" Bing Ning muttered, she didn't expect to sleep for thousands of years in one sleep, and her hometown Holy City has now become a lost city in the eyes of people. Anyway, she had to go back and pay her respects to her parents and the people of the city.

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Long Yi closed his eyes, felt the wind whistling in his ears, and also felt his body fall weightlessly.

Suddenly. His body froze, and he was lifted up like a chicken, but it was the white-bearded sword god who grabbed his clothes, and stood on the top of the mountain in a flash.

The sword god threw Long Yi to the ground, and a wine jug appeared in his hand, and he poured a few sips into his mouth, revealing a satisfied look.

Long Yi's whole body seemed to fall apart, he lay on the ground with his limbs wide open, and the true qi of the dantian began to slowly repair his damaged meridians, but the wound in his heart was still faintly painful. He is not really strong, and he may be more vulnerable to injury when facing his closest friends and relatives than ordinary people.

"Gangzi, do you want to take a bite?" The sword god tossed the flask over.

Long Yi reached out and grabbed the flask. The cow took a few sips, chirped, and said, "Good wine is almost comparable to the hundred flowers of the elf royal family." ”

As soon as he heard the three words of Baihua Brew, the eyes of the old man of the Sword God immediately widened. He sat down next to Long Yi and asked, "Have you ever drunk Baihua Brew?" ”

"Nonsense, young master, my wife is an elf princess, and Baihua brews it as water." Long Yiniu coaxed. This kind of chatting and farting made him feel a lot more comfortable, if he knew that Wushuang's amnesia was a ghost in the Ice Palace, he would smash the Ice Palace sooner or later.

"Really? Do you still have anything on you? "The old man of the Sword God is salivating, obviously a drunkard.

"Looks like there's one or two more bottles, what do you want to do?" Long Yi asked with an eyebrow.

As soon as he heard that there was a hundred flowers brewed on the dragon's body, the old man of the sword god lifted Long Yi up, shook him and said excitedly: "Then don't take it out quickly, old man, I have never drunk a hundred flowers brew in my life." ”

Long Yi was almost shaken off by this old man, and finally escaped from his clutches. He said angrily: "What are you doing, don't you know that I am injured?" ”

When the old man of the Sword God heard this, he grabbed Long Yi's hand, and a trace of inquiring fighting spirit was thrown in, and he suddenly exclaimed, and said: "Your kid's physique is really strange, he can actually absorb my fighting energy, and the injury that was quite serious just now is so good that it is seventy-seven eighty-eight, strange, really strange." ”

"Okay, don't touch it, I'm not good at that, you just want to brew it for you." Long Yi shook off the old man's hand and smiled, took out a bottle of Hundred Flowers Brew from the space ring and handed it to the old man.

The old man of the Sword God glared at Long Yi, but for the sake of the Hundred Flowers Brewing Land, he didn't care about him. As soon as the cork was struck, a light and strange aroma of wine spread out from the bottle, and the saliva flowed when I smelled it.

The old man of the Sword God took a sip carefully, closed his eyes and was intoxicated for a long time before shaking his head and saying, "If I can drink the Hundred Flowers Brew, I Murong Bo will have no regrets even if I die." ”

"Murong Bo! You...... Is it Murong Bo? When Long heard that this old man called himself Murong Bo, he couldn't help but exclaim, Murong Bo was the first sword saint of Canglan Da 6 before he was a few young people, and the first bull man with the realm of fighting energy, but he didn't expect that now he would go one step further and become an unattainable sword god.

"You've heard my name, boy? I haven't been born for nearly 40 years. Murong Boqi said, and put the Baihua Brew that he had only drunk one sip into the space ring.

"I'm afraid that your Murong Bo's name is known even to a three-year-old child, you are the pride of our Wild Dragon Empire, and now that you appear, all warrior professions will go crazy for it." Long Yi said with a smile, although he was also surprised, but it was not to the point of worship.

Murong Bo's expression suddenly became a little gloomy, and he sighed: "All fame and fortune are empty, and how the world has nothing to do with me. ”

"Even the Holy Sacrifices of the Church of Light, Judy and Kailin, have nothing to do with you?" Long Yi laughed, he had only heard this from the Bright Church Landlord of Tenglong City last time.

Murong Bo was slightly stunned, and said with a smile: "You kid still knows a lot of things, I have nothing to do with them, and all the grievances have disappeared forty years ago." ”

"But it is said that the two of them still miss you, and they have not married yet." Long Yi said with a smile.

Murong Bo shook his head, waved his hand and gave the dragon a violent shudder, and scolded with a smile: "Stinky boy, what are you talking about my old man, tell me quickly, do you know the little girl who has reached the realm of the Law God?" ”

At the mention of Wushuang, Long Yi's mood was a little gloomy, he pulled up a piece of grass and bit it in his mouth, lay down and looked at Yinyue in the air and said, "I think I know, but now she forgot about me." ”

"Amnesia? It's a bit of a problem, this girl is not easy. Murong Bo sighed.

"Who is more powerful, you or her?" Long Yi asked with some curiosity.

"If she really wants to fight hard, she can kill me, I can seriously injure her, so in terms of overall strength, she is higher than me." Murong Bo said, he is telling the truth, and he is a master who can really break fame and fortune.

To be honest, Long Yi was still happy for Wushuang in his heart, but he didn't expect that she would step into the realm of the Law God in just two years.

"This little girl doesn't make the water magic reach the realm of the law god, and the cultivation of space magic is not weak, I'm afraid she is invincible in this world." Murong Bo said with a deep groan.

"No matter how invincible she is, she is also my dragon one's woman." Long Yi said confidently, although Wushuang couldn't remember that he hit him deeply, but was he Long Yi such a person who easily admits defeat? A woman who is his one day will be his woman for the rest of her life, and this will not change no matter what.

Murong Bo smiled and said, "Look at your kid and you're also a merry man, which kid are you?" The reason why Murong Bo asked this was because he felt the kind of nobility on the dragon body, which was definitely not a temperament that ordinary people could have.

"The Ximen family of the Dragon Empire." Long Yi replied.

"The Simon family? Are you Simon Nu's little boy? No wonder, it is indeed a bit of a shadow of Simon madness. Murong Bo looked at Long Yi and said with a smile.

Belch... Long Yi was speechless, Ximen Nu was still a little kid in his eyes, but the Ximen madness in his mouth seemed to be his grandfather, Simon Nu's Lao Tzu.

"You know my grandfather? Do you know where he is now? Ryuichi asked.

"Of course I know, your grandfather also had to call me big brother back then, but I don't know where he is now." Murong Bo shook his head and said, with a look of memory in his eyes.

Long Yi was a little disappointed when he heard this, and suddenly he asked, "Old man, do you know the female sword saint who is good with my grandfather." ”

"Female Swordmaster? At that time, there were indeed a few female swordsmen who were entangled with your grandfather, and there should be no female swordsman. Murong Bo said with a smile.

The dragon turned white one by one, this old man was in mind, he didn't believe that this old man didn't understand what he meant.

Long Yi described the appearance of the female sword saint and asked Murong Bo if he had any impressions.

Murong Bo shook his head, after so long, how could he remember so much.

"By the way, she gave me a necklace that seals the Wall of Ice." Long Yi took out the necklace and showed it to Murong Bo.

"Wall of Ice! Are you sure? Murong Bo looked surprised, grabbed the necklace on Long Yi's chest and looked at it carefully.

"Of course I'm sure, I hit her with lightning and almost died under her god-level defensive magic that can reflect attacks." Long Yi said with palpitations, if it weren't for his body's instinctive absorption of thunder and lightning, he might have died long ago.

"So, could it be her?" Murong Bo's expression changed, and he muttered.