Mu Yu did not dare to be careless, so he smashed all the white ice on the other side and collected it into the moon disk, and then approached it.
It is said to be a stand for storing ice caps, but it seems a bit too thin.
Mu Yu took a closer look and saw that it was not a shelf. It was clearly a sword hilt, with the hilt facing up, inserted in the center of the cave. The blade was all white. I wonder if it had been placed with Xuan Bing all year round. The sword body There was a hint of cold air.
Cold and sharp, this was Mu Yu's first reaction after seeing this sword.
The mysterious call came again, as if urging Mu Yu to hold the sword in his hand.
The sound became louder and louder. Mu Yu's mind seemed to be bewitched, and he slowly stretched out his hand towards the sword. At this time, Luo also sensed something was wrong, and shouted loudly in Mu Yu's heart, but nothing happened. There was no way to wake it up, and Xi outside the body also struggled to hold Mu Yu's hand, but for some reason, he was extremely strong and did not stop due to the other party's tug.
Finally, Mu Yu held the hilt of the sword, and a coldness burst out from the sword, with thick malice, invading into Mu Yu's body. The malice was like an entity, with a figure like black mist. , they are three unknown monsters with resentment on their faces. If you look carefully, the three monsters look like the existence of the Border Realm outside. The difference is that the eyes, mouth, and ears of the guy outside are all different. was destroyed, and the monsters here have one characteristic per person. Black silk threads surround their sealed parts, distributing the monster's miserable condition on the bodies of these three monsters.
Mu Yu didn't know that they were invading his body, because in his mind, a different scene was emerging. It was not his memory, but he seemed to be involved in it and became the master of the memory.
Under the small mountain gate, the young man stepped into the master's gate with great ambition. This was the place where he would surely rise. The young man's face was only eight or nine years old, but he could vaguely see the outline of the outer border.
This memory was very blurry. Before Mu Yu could see clearly what was going by, the scene disappeared in the blur and reappeared as a different scene, as if someone had turned the channel while watching it.
The young man in the picture has grown up a lot. At this time, he is already the sect's favored son and has someone to love.
The scene turned again, and the man and his beloved had a son and a daughter. He became the leader of the sect. Under his leadership, the sect entered unprecedented glory.
"This is my life? Really?" In the picture, the man said. He seemed to be talking to himself, but he also seemed to be asking someone.
"Who am I? Who am I? Who am I?"
The picture began to blur under the man's sleepy questioning. This time the picture began to jump, as if someone had pressed the fast forward button. That was the man's subsequent life.
Warmth, tranquility, but unprecedented brilliance and splendidness. This is a very contradictory life. He has a happy life that ordinary people can't imagine. It is very unpleasant to fight in the sword, but he also has filial children, harmonious husband and wife, an ordinary and warm life. His life Intersecting and coexisting in such contradictions, one moment he was fighting with the enemy, and the next moment he appeared in the sect holding his newborn grandson.
When the scene stopped at this fast-forward rhythm, the man was already old. He looked exactly like Master Lian, the pharmacist in the village at the foot of the Tianshan Mountains.
He stood on the peak behind the mountain gate, looking at the prosperous scene inside the sect, and asked the question again: "Who am I?"
This time the old man turned around, looked at Mu Yu behind him, and asked, "Who am I?"
Mu Yu asked calmly: "Is this your true purpose? Let us find a memory?"
When the old man heard the word memory, he was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Are you saying this is a memory?"
Mu Yu shook his head: "This is fantasy, the life you imagined, the life you want."
"Why can't this be my memory? Who am I?"
"Isn't this my life?"
"This is the place where I have lived since I was a child. I can't remember it wrong. This is definitely not a fantasy! Who am I!"
The old man's emotions gradually lost control and he began to become hysterical. He was extremely sure that this was his life, but he asked himself over and over again who he was.
After Mu Yu entered this place, he found that he had become the shadow of the old man, accompanying him through the illusory life. He didn't know why he came here, and his last memory was that he touched a sword.
But he followed the old man's life trajectory and experienced the old man's life together. He found that his life was too unreal, as if there was no suffering in his life and everything went smoothly as he expected. What did he want? He can get it all, and even he is aware of such a situation. Only at this time, he will ask his shadow over and over again, who is he?
Mu Yu was the first to understand that the memory of Master Lian might be stored here. This should be what he really wanted. And now he was trapped in his memory, but there was more than the truth that the old man wanted. Memory, and his false fantasy. Judging from this situation, he just ran into his fantasy.
In his fantasy, everything is moving towards a better life, but such a life is too false, which also makes Mu Yu see the loopholes. It is at this time that Mu Yu discovers that there are constant shadows in the shadow where he is. Malice is growing, and the previous acceleration of the rhythm is due to these malices. Just when they are about to break out of the shadow, they are forcibly suppressed by the power of fantasy.
And this malice must be the old man's true memory. The thing he has been pursuing has been hidden behind him.
Now Mu Yu is the embodiment of true memory. He stretched out his hand to the old man: "If you want to know who you are, just hold my hand."
The old man was a little eager and a little scared. He had been hiding in his beautiful fantasy and deliberately avoided the memory that he didn't want to accept, but he was so eager for the truth.
In the end, he still held Mu Yu's hand. Countless darkness swallowed up the kind old man, and malice instantly covered his body, wanting to tear him apart and destroy his last beauty.
Mu Yu held his hand tightly, and the two of them were enveloped in this malice and entered a deeper world of consciousness.
When Mu Yu opened his eyes again, his eyes were filled with blood.
The surrounding environment is still so familiar, this is the mountain gate where the old man lives, but this time there are no bright colors, everything is covered with a touch of deep red.
