When Feng Ziyue woke up, he felt a sharp pain all over his body, as if every bone had been shattered, and his chest was especially painful.

"Am I not dead yet?"

Feng Ziyue subconsciously opened his eyes, although he had been blind for decades, the habit of waking up and opening his eyes would not change. Unexpectedly, he actually saw something.

"My eyes are healed?" he was surprised and delighted, and his heart was full of doubts, obviously it was the Qiang Yun Taishang Induction Method, urging the sword qi, and it had already died with that despicable Guan Zhongliu, so now, where is it?

Feng Ziyue's gaze turned to the furnishings in the room, the gray, shabby furniture and beds, and a copper incense burner resting on the table of the Eight Immortals, with green smoke curling and an elegant fragrance filling his nose.

All of this made him extremely familiar!

"This ...... Here ......" he sat up, and then snorted from the excruciating pain.

This is clearly the home of his sword god Feng Ziyue when he was a teenager!

Feng Ziyue looked at the head of the bed suspiciously, there were more than a dozen notches where it was clear that it was he who used a knife to carve the number of times he was bullied by several cousins of the Feng family, he had sworn revenge, so it was engraved here. The wooden pole at the head of the bed has two polished places, which are the places where he used to hold and pull with both hands in order to exercise his weak body when he was a child, and the position is not bad at all.

Thin arms, pale hands, the face of the handsome young man with a little panic in the mirror is clearly his face, but it is much younger than when he died, this is the thirteen or fourteen-year-old Feng Ziyue, the young man who is weak, but full of dreams, and has his most important relatives.

Did you really fulfill your wish before you died?

Is he really reborn as a teenager? Can the regrets of this glorious life really be made up?

Feng Ziyue was ecstatic in his heart, he immediately adjusted the Xuan Qi and breathed out, and sure enough, in the dantian, although it was weak, there was still Xuan Qi flowing, which was very different from the situation of no induction after decades.

"I'm back!" Feng Ziyue straightened up and burst into tears.

Feng Ziyue's eyes are now clear, his arms are intact, and his meridians are unblocked, although his body is delicate and his Xuan Qi cultivation is not worth mentioning, what does it matter? He is young now, and he still has time to save many things, whether it is himself, his relatives and lovers, with the sword in his hand, he will definitely not let any accidents happen!

What's more, Feng Ziyue's mind still has the world's first strange book firmly in mind -- "Taixuan Induction Chapter"! If he starts cultivating at this time, then his future achievements will inevitably break through the peak realm he reached in his previous life, and the future 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 stunned, and then a warm current surged in his heart.

How many years has no one called him that?

There is only one person who will call him so gently - Feng Ziyue's mother, Chu Hongyu, the eldest and youngest grandmother of the Feng family in Wuyang City.

His mother has a special status, and when she eloped with his father to the Feng family, she has never been treated by the old lady, and the old man refused to recognize this marriage. And Feng Ziyue's father, the Feng family, is a martial arts idiot who doesn't understand the amorous feelings, and a few years ago, because of a disagreement with the family, he claimed to go out to explore the true meaning of martial arts, and he didn't return for several years, and he didn't even hear from him.

The Feng family even regarded Chu Hongyu as a disaster that caused the eldest young master to leave home, and his attitude has become worse and worse in recent years.

The injuries on Feng Ziyue's body were caused by those cousin brothers. Feng Ziyue was secretly injured in his mother's womb back then, and when he was a teenager, he practiced slowly, and was regarded as useless waste, so he was bullied by them a lot.

However, since he has been reborn here, naturally this humiliating past will not happen again.

Feng Ziyue clenched his fists, and remembered what Guan Zhongliu said before he died, and he made up his mind that he would never be manipulated by these villains again.

At this time, Chu Hongyu opened the curtain and walked in, and when she saw him gritting her teeth, she was stunned for a moment, with a gentle and infinite look on her face, she walked over and touched his head.

"Xiao Yue'er, don't be angry anymore, if you have good kung fu in the future, you will naturally have a time to get angry......"

When Chu Hongyu was still angry about being beaten, he didn't know what he was thinking now, and he was no longer at all concerned with this kind of trivial matter. Feng Ziyue smiled slightly, looked up at his mother, who he hadn't seen for many years, and had mixed feelings in his heart.

Chu Hongyu was only thirty people at this time, bright and moving, although the clothes were rough and poor, she still did not hide the national color, Feng Ziyue couldn't help but be stunned.

Chu Hongyu was taken aback by him again, "Xiao Yue'er, why do you look at your mother like this? Could it be that there is something dirty on your mother's face?"

"What," Feng Ziyue smiled lightly, "I just didn't expect that my mother would be so beautiful......"

"Wow!" Chu Hongyu's face flushed slightly, and he knocked his head, "Flim tongue, even your mother is laughing." ”

She was still happy when she heard her son praise her beauty. Feng Ziyue is getting older, and his face is becoming more and more like his father Feng Bufan, Chu Hongyu hugged his son tightly, and felt especially comforted in his heart.

"Our little sister-in-law is older, and she knows how to make your mother happy. Also, today is your fourteenth birthday, Aunt Wang sent a grass chicken to replenish your body in the morning, I have stewed it, and when your sister comes back in the evening, my mother will make you your favorite chicken noodle soup......"

"What?"

Feng Ziyue's face suddenly changed, he jumped up from the bed with his hands propped up, cold sweat on his forehead.

"Mother...... What did you just say?"

Chu Hongyu was startled, and quickly supported him, "Xiao Yue'er, you lie down first, be careful about the wound, I said that Aunt Wang sent a chicken to ......"

"No!" Feng Ziyue shook his head desperately, his back was already soaked in cold sweat, "You just said that today is my fourteenth birthday?"

"Yes, today is the sixth day of the sixth month of June, and your five elements are short of soil, so your father gave you a Yue character ......"

"What time is it?"

"Now?" Chu Hongyu didn't understand why her son was suddenly so nervous, "It's not time to ...... just now"

Feng Ziyue Huo Ran turned around and ran towards the door, although he was in severe pain, he did not pause at all, and ran wildly, like crazy.

Chu Hongyu was shocked and shouted in the back, "Yue'er!"

"Mother, I have something urgent to do, you don't have to worry, I'll be back immediately!" Feng Ziyue was so anxious that he shouted in his mouth, ignoring the pain, and quickly ran towards a forest in the southwest.

Feng Ziyue has a younger sister named Xue'er.

She is Yuxue cute, five years younger than Feng Ziyue, and she is only nine years old this year.

But...... Feng Ziyue's fourteenth birthday is her death!

Just before dinner, someone found her body in the woods, so that night, Feng Ziyue did not eat the chicken noodle soup cooked by his mother, and he never celebrated his birthday in his life.

Is it still the future, has that incident happened?