The entire world was silent with a bleak moonlight illuminating the world. And with a cold wind blowing, ice-cold qi spread all over the mountain.
A white figure stood at the summit of the empty mountain, and her clothing was fluttering due to the mountain breeze, making a fluttering sound. She especially looked as if an immortal who was above this secular world.
After a good while, this white figure sighed softly, and her loneliness resounded in this mountain forest.
“Wushuang? Truly is a name that is pleasant to hear.” The white figure murmured, and in her mind, involuntarily those starry eyes filled with sadness reappeared, why did he call her Wushuang? Why did he look at her with those sad eyes? Did he mistake her for someone else?
If Long Yi was here, then he could have seen that this white figure was Wushuang that had lost her memories for some unknown reasons.
“My name is Bing Ning, not Wushuang.” The white figure softly muttered again, then gently removing her veil, she revealed a peerlessly beautiful face. Although she was calm and indifferent on the surface, but in her mind, she was still thinking about that strange man. She didn’t have any memory of his existence, but she could sense a peculiar telepathy connection between him and herself, which made her very uncomfortable.
Bing Ning suddenly raised her hand and pulled out a strange pendant hanging on her neck. She didn’t know what metal was used to forge this pendant, but the back side was smooth like jade, and the front was craved with a fiery red sun rising from the east. From the time she had woken up from the crystal coffin, she had this worn this pendant around her neck.
Looking at this pendant for a good while, Bing Ning held it tightly in her hand, she didn’t know what this pendant represented, but she knew that this pendant was very important to her.
“Perhaps I should return to Holy City to take a look, I wonder what sorts of changes have occurred in that place?” Bing Ning murmured. She hadn’t expected her to slumber for several millennia, and now, her hometown Holy City had already turned into Lost City in the eyes of other people. But, in any case, she wanted to return and take a look, as well as also pay respect to her parents and the people of the entire city.
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Long Yi’s eyes were closed, but his ears heard whistling sound of the wind, and he also felt that his body was falling down in the state of weightlessness.
Suddenly, his body stopped, and just like carrying a chicken, he was carried away. That Sword God had pulled his clothing, and in an instant, both of them appeared at the summit of this mountain.
After that, that Sword God tossed Long Yi to the ground, then taking out a wine pot, ‘gudong gudong’, he poured wine into his mouth, revealing a satisfied expression.
Long Yi felt as if his entire body was falling apart, as he lied on the ground with his four limbs spread open. Although the true qi in his dantian was slowly healing the injuries he had suffered in his meridians, but the wound of his heart nevertheless was still aching. As a matter of fact, he was not strong at all, facing his very close friends and relative, he might be even more vulnerable compared to an average person.
“Boy, do you want to drink?” Sword God threw a wine pot towards Long Yi.
Long Yi stretched his hand and caught the wine pot. Then drinking several mouthfuls, he said: “Good wine, nearly comparable to Hundred Flowers Wine of royal Elf clan.”
As soon as he heard three words ‘Hundred Flowers Wine’, the eyes of Sword God old man immediately shone, then sitting down beside Long Yi, he asked: “Did you ever drink Hundred Flowers Wine?”
“Nonsense, I, this young master’s wife is Elf Princess, of course, I drank Hundred Flowers Wine like water.” Long Yi said proudly. He was chatting so idly to comfort his heart, if he discovered that it was the dirty trick of Ice Palace in Wushuang losing her memory, then sooner or later he would completely crush that Ice Palace.
“Really? Now, do you still have some?” The Sword God old man asked drooling with desire, obviously was a fellow that loved wine as his life.
“Looks like there are one or two bottles, do you want them?” Long Yi raised his eyebrows and said.
Immediately after hearing Long Yi had Hundred Flowers Wine with him, Sword God old man held Long Yi with his hands and shaking him in excitement, he said: “Then quickly take them out, this old man has still not drunk Hundred Flowers Wine throughout my life.”
Long Yi nearly died due to the shaking of this old man, and after finally struggling free from his devil’s talons with great difficulty, he snapped: “What are you doing, don’t you know I am seriously injured?”
Having heard what was said, Sword God old man grabbed the hand of Long Yi, then injected a little bit of his douqi into the body of Long Yi, then he suddenly exclaimed in surprise: “Eh, your physique is truly strange, you can actually absorb my douqi. Moreover, quite serious injuries of just now unexpectedly have nearly healed completely, strange, truly strange.”
“Well, don’t touch me, I am not that strange, here is the Hundred Flowers Wine you wanted.” Long Yi shook off the hand of old man and said with a smile, then taking out a bottle of Hundred Flowers Wine from his space ring, he handed it over to this old man.
The Sword God old man stared at Long Yi, but considering Hundred Flowers Wine, he didn’t fuss about it. Then opening the bottle cork, a simple yet elegant peculiar wine fragrance spread out from this bottle, and just this smell, made him drool endlessly.
Sword God old man carefully drank a mouthful, then closing his eyes, he immersed in it for a long time, and said in self-satisfaction: “Now that I have drunk this Hundred Flowers Wine, I, Murong Bo finally doesn’t have any regret even if I die.”
“Murong Bo! You……are Murong Bo?” Hearing this old man calling himself Murong Bo, Long Yi involuntarily exclaimed in surprise. Murong Bo was the first Sword Saint of Blue Waves Continent, and was the top dog to possess douqi domain. Long Yi had never thought that now he had already advanced a step further, reaching the Sword God realm which was within sight but beyond the reach for most of the people.
“Have you heard about my name? It has already been 40 years since I was last in the limelight, at that time you were still not born.” Murong Bo strangely said and put that bottle of Hundred Flowers Wine into his space ring after drinking only a mouthful.
“I fear even a three-years-old child know the name Murong Bo, you however is our Violent Dragon Empire’s pride. Now that you have still present, all the people with warriors profession will go insane.” Long Yi said with a smile. Although he was also pleasantly surprised, however he wasn’t at the level of worship.
The complexion of Murong Bo however suddenly became somewhat bleak, and he sighed: “All fame and fortune are nothing, now, the world has nothing to do with me.”
“Even Light Church’s Holy Priests Judith and Karen also have nothing to do with you?” Long Yi teased. He had just heard the Bishop of Soaring Dragon City’s Light Church saying that.
Murong Bo was slightly startled, and said with a smile: “It seems you know quite a few matters. I and they are not predetermined by fate, all feelings of gratitude or resentment have already vanished like smoke and dispersed like clouds 40 years ago.”
“But it is said that they still haven’t forgotten about you, moreover till now, both of them are still unmarried.” Long Yi smirked and said.
Murong Bo shook his head, then waving his hand, he scolded in jest: “You smelly kid, why are you making a fuss about this old man’s matter, speak quickly, do you know that little girl that has already reached Magic God realm?”
When this Sword God old man mentioned Wushuang, the mood of Long Yi again dimmed to some extent. He pulled out a grass and biting it, he laid down, and then looking at the silver moon in the sky, he said: “I know her, merely now she seemed to have forgotten about me.”
“Amnesia? Now that is somewhat troublesome, that lass isn’t simple.” Murong Bo sighed.
“Among you two, who exactly is stronger?” Long Yi somewhat curiously asked.
“If she truly wants to risk her life, then she can kill me, but I can only injure her severely, so in overall strength, she is somewhat stronger than me.” Murong Bo said. He spoke frankly, truly was an expert who had already broken himself from fame and fortune.
Honestly speaking, Long Yi felt happy for Wushuang in his heart, he hadn’t expected her to actually reach Magic God realm only after the short period of two years.
“That little lass not only reached Magic God realm with water magic, her space magic is also not weak, I guess she is unmatched in this world.” Murong Bo muttered.
“Even though she is unmatched, she is I, Long Yi’s woman.” Long Yi confidently said. Although the blow he received due to Wushuang not remembering him was not light, but would he, Long Yi easily admit defeat? If a woman became his woman for one day, then she was his woman for a lifetime, no matter what happens, this point wouldn’t change.
Murong Bo laughed and said: “Looking at you, it seems you are quite a romantic type, which family kid are you?” The reason why Murong Bo asked this was because he felt a kind of noble aura from Long Yi, this absolutely wasn’t the temperament an average person could possess.
“Violent Dragon Empire’s Ximen clan.” Long Yi replied.
“Ximen clan? You are Ximen Nu, that wimpy kid’s son? No wonder you truly have the reflection of Ximen Kuang.” Murong Bo sized up Long Yi for a little while and laughed.
Eh, Long Yi was speechless, Ximen Nu was just a wimpy kid in his eyes, but the so-called Ximen Kuang seemed to be his grandfather, Ximen Nu’s father.
“Do you know my grandfather? Then do you know where he is now?” Long Yi asked.
“Of course I know him, in those years, your grandfather also called me big brother, but I am not sure where he is now.” Murong Bo shook his head and said. His eyes showed the reminiscing look.
Hearing Murong Bo, Long Yi was somewhat disappointed, and then asked suddenly: “Old man, then do you know a female Swords Saint who was very intimate with my grandfather?”
“Female Swords Saint? In those days, there truly were quite a few female Swords Master hopelessly entangled with your grandfather, as for female Swords Saint, there was none.” Murong Bo said.
Long Yi rolled his eyes, this old man was doing this intentionally, Long Yi didn’t believe that this old man didn’t understand his meaning.
Long Yi described the appearance of that female Swords Saint, and asked whether he had such impression or not.
Murong Bo shook his head, it had already been so long, so how could he remember so many things?
“Oh, that’s right, she gave me a necklace where Spinning Ice Wall Magic is sealed.” Long Yi pulled out that necklace and showed it to Murong Bo.
“Spinning Ice Wall Magic! Are you sure?” Murong Bo’s complexion changed, then grabbing the necklace hanging on the neck of Long Yi, he carefully looked.
“Of course I am sure, at that time when I used Lighting Magic to bombard on her, I nearly died because she reflected my attack with Divine level defense magic.” Long Yi said with lingering fear. If his body had not instinctively absorbed lightning, then he might have died long ago.
“If you put it that way, then could it be that it is her?” The expression of Murong Bo fluctuated as he muttered.
