Li Muyang gradually adapted to the anger of Nujiang.
Accustomed to seeing the blood-red river and hearing the roar of the raging waves, his state of mind gradually calmed down.
But the inexplicable but lingering sorrow lingered in his heart, day after day, eventually turning into a force that peels away the layers of clouds and rewrites the history of mankind.
Even though he has officially entered Starry Sky Academy, Li Muyang still has an incomprehensible pressure in his heart.
How are his parents? Did Li Shinian encounter any danger?
He hugged so many thighs in Starry Sky Academy, did those thighs play any big role — — Until now, not a single thigh gave him any feedback, as if they had completely forgotten that he hugged them or hugged them before.
Starry Sky Academy is too remote and communication is extremely inconvenient. Li Muyang wanted to ride a crane down to Jiangnan to see his family, but he doesn't have a crane and can't ride one — —
Li Muyang thought to himself that he should find a time to have a good chat with senior Wuyou and ask him to help deliver a letter to Jiangnan.
"Senior Wuyou is a good person, he certainly won't refuse such a shameless request, right?"
Look, no wonder many people say that society is a big dye vat, the once pure white as paper Li Muyang classmate has been dyed black, just like his skin colour.
Oh, just like his previous skin colour.
Now Li Muyang's skin is a lot fairer and his originally good-looking face is even more delicate and handsome. He was dressed in a white Starry Sky robe, wearing cloud boots and his long hair was tied up with a wooden hairpin, giving people the feeling of an elegant and beautiful young man.
Li Muyang was lying on a rock in the backyard reading a book, the book he borrowed from the library [The Nameless Recorder].
He felt that the book was very familiar, as if he had read it before.
It's just that it's been too long and his memory is too vague, so he can't remember when and where he read it — —
Vigorous and powerful small characters, every stroke was as if it was deeply engraved into the parchment paper with a film pen.
Li Muyang had read the contents of the Nameless Recorder several times and could almost recite it by heart. Ever since his body began to 'mutate', his memory began to get better and better, to the point that even Li Shinian and Cui Xiaoxin, the two talented women of Jiangnan, were amazed — —
The reason why Li Muyang had not returned the book was because he still had a question that he had not figured out: who wrote this book? Who was this John Doe?
He had recorded all the divine weapons in the world, and had even dabbled in something as rare as the Tear of the Dragon King. It seemed that he was not a simple person.
"Who could it be? Who could it be? Who is it? "Li Muyang closed his eyes and mumbled. "Who is it, who is it, who is it — -"
Suddenly, a sword of light pierced his chest.
The light sword was like a giant beam of light, covering the sky and earth, almost illuminating the entire night sky.
The sword light was bright and majestic, but it also made him feel a suffocating sense of oppression and — — danger.
It was the sword of light, but also the sword of destruction.
It made people feel a sense of powerlessness that was difficult to defend against and only death awaited.
"Ah — —"
Li Muyang sat up abruptly.
The sky was bright and the sun was warm.
It was fake, it was an illusion.
But Li Muyang was already drenched in sweat, his starry cloud robe was almost soaked.
"That sword — —" Li Muyang muttered to himself.
That sword was so real, so dangerous.
Like it had already pierced into his chest.
"That's the Sword of Samsara — —" Li Muyang finally remembered. "The sword of samsara is me, the black dragon in my body."
"In other words — —" Li Muyang had to admit this fact. "This John Doe is someone I know, someone I'm familiar with — — and the person who will eventually destroy me."
"But, who is he? Who is he? "Li Muyang desperately tried to recall. He had a splitting headache, his sea of memories was torn to shreds, and the blood vessels on his forehead were about to burst open. But he still could not think of the person's face.
He could not see the person's appearance.
Li Muyang was panting heavily, gasping for air.
He dared not to think about it anymore, he was afraid that he would sink into the unknown world forever.
However, he did not want to think about it, some thoughts were like weeds growing wildly in the spring field.
"Because the black dragon could not withstand this sword, so before he died, he hid all his cultivation and wisdom in the Tear of the Dragon King?"
"Countless nightmares — — The black dragon that tore his chest apart was the state he was in when he died — —"
"What kind of opponent was it — — What kind of person could wield that sword that even the powerful black dragon could not withstand?"
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Knock, knock, knock — —
Someone knocked on the door.
Li Muyang answered and hurried over to open the wooden door.
The person who knocked on the door was Lin Canghai. Qiandu stood behind Lin Canghai with a smile on her face. Since the last time the three of them worked together to defeat Changbai's seven gourds, the relationship between the three of them had obviously improved a lot.
That saying was right: only those who have carried a vat together can be the best of friends.
There were seven people in the Dragon Slayer profession, but they were divided into three small groups. Lu Qiji was independent, while Chu Xun was her unshakable follower. Tie Muxin, the big guy from the desert, and Cai Pa, the big guy from the Heavenly Palace, were relatively close. Li Muyang had seen them several times going to the dining hall to eat together.
The three parties were now living in harmony, but there was still a lot of danger.
In fact, it was mainly because of the conflict between Li Muyang and Lu Qiji that Chu Xun was involved in — —
Li Muyang could not understand why Lu Qiji kept staring at him the first time they met. The way she looked at him was as if he had crossed her countless times — —
She's dreaming!
Lin Canghai said with a signature smile on his face: "I'm going to class. Teacher Yang said today we're going to learn 'Dragon language' — — "
Li Muyang nodded. "Okay, I'm coming. But I have to take a shower first. "
Lin Canghai turned around and glanced at Qiandu. "Okay, we'll wait for you — —"
Li Muyang originally wanted to let them go first, but since Lin Canghai said he would wait for him, Li Muyang was too embarrassed to drive them away.
So, he stepped aside, made an inviting gesture and said: "Please come in and sit down."
Qiandu and Lin Canghai entered Li Muyang's small courtyard. Qiandu gazed at the magnificent Nujiang in the distance, sighed and said: "The River of Dragon's blood, it really lives up to its name — — Back then, countless dragon slayer warriors beheaded the dragon's head and released dragon blood to form the Red Blood River, what a heroic and heroic scene."
"— —" Li Muyang was sweating profusely.
Qiandu's eyes blazed as she looked at Li Muyang. "Muyang classmate, when we learn dragon slayer skills, we should follow the example of our predecessors, slay dragons and leave our names in history — — What do you think?"
"I think — —" Li Muyang nodded vigorously. "Very good. A lot of people think so — — Cough cough — — "
"Brother Muyang, what's wrong?" Lin Canghai asked with concern.
"Nothing, I'm fine — —" Li Muyang held out his hand to stop Lin Canghai from approaching and repeatedly explained: "Thinking of that scene, I'm overwhelmed with emotions — —"
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