Chapter 21

  Meng Mu had originally planned to take Dao Jing home with him, but unexpectedly, a surprise guest appeared halfway.

  The method of moving mountains and lands is clever, but it's not without a trace to follow. Meng Mu didn't know if he had overexerted himself today. The short hundred-mile journey should have arrived in an instant, but was discovered halfway along the way.

  His sword energy was like a long rainbow, Meng Mu quickly withdrew his momentum, this person's momentum was overwhelming, he couldn't necessarily defend against it.

  A man in a green robe holding a sword stood tall, his figure as elegant as a jade tree, his face handsome and refined, with an air of heroism that was overwhelming, it was Yun Su, the eldest disciple of Dongyue.

  He didn't appear here by coincidence, but instead had been tracking his friend's aura and followed it all the way.

  Yun Su's long sword was majestic and powerful, its sharp aura making Meng Mu gaze at it in awe and retreat.

  "Let him go!"

  Meng Mu retreated a few steps back, putting Dao Jing down, but still holding onto him without letting go. With one hand behind his back, he secretly pinched his fingers in preparation to make a move and escape at any moment.

  Yun Su seemed to have expected this, and as soon as the next clear air struck out, it hit Meng Mu's arm right on target, sending him tumbling far away. Seeing the two separate, Yun Su immediately rushed straight towards Dao Jing.

  Just as his hand was about to grab Dao Jing, a silver light flashed by like an arrow, and Yun Su had to turn around in mid-air to avoid it.

  Waiting for him to land, he saw a few dozen feet away from Mengmu had already taken out the Golden Horned God Bow.

  "You're so beautiful!"

  Yun Su had not seen Chang You before, but he sensed a chilling killing intent from the underworld in the arrow wind just now. Unknowing of the situation, he did not want to fight, but seeing this person being so mysterious, he feared that it would be difficult to drive him away easily, and could only engage in battle.

  With the divine soldiers in hand, he dares to fight against a true immortal, let alone this person who rushes towards Daojing, probably related to the black-clothed man, and can't help but have murderous intentions.

  The two men faced off for a moment, both knowing that today's matter would be difficult to end well, and then they suddenly became entangled in a fierce battle.

  Dao Jing, who didn't want to be thrown aside, gradually regained consciousness amidst the chaos. Many images flashed through his mind quickly, some clear and some blurry. The people in the images were both familiar and strange, and many scenes only had a corner. Although he tried hard to see clearly, the pain in his neck pulled him out of his dream.

  With great difficulty, he opened his eyes to see two figures darting back and forth in the darkness. He felt a vague sense that he should know these two people, but which two were they?

  His mind was filled with distorted and chaotic memories, making it difficult for him to discern whether he was in reality or trapped in a dream. He silently recited the incantation of awakening, stirring his cultivation to wander through the heavens. A pure and serene aura enveloped his body, and under its wrapping, his entire being suddenly felt an indescribable ache, as if being pulled by some strange force. However, he was unable to speak or move, and could only grit his teeth and endure, truly suffering unbearable pain.

  Meng Mu's cultivation was not as profound as Yun Su's, but he relied on the advantage of his weapon to temporarily keep Yun Su at bay. However, he immediately noticed Dao Jing's change and involuntarily let out a "huh?" before freezing in place.

  Yun Su saw him distracted and didn't want to take advantage of his vulnerability, so he stopped his hand and followed his gaze.

  Dao Jing sat cross-legged, the jade token at his waist suddenly activated, and under the encirclement of several strands of clear energy, his face and body were changing at a visible speed.

  Just a moment ago, they were arguing with each other, but now they couldn't help but exchange a glance, both of them looking bewildered and perplexed.

  As they approached each other, neither of them dared to make a move.

  Yun Su was deep in thought, but Meng Mu couldn't help but lose his temper first, and he elbowed the other person, "Hey, what's going on here?"

  "This, I don't know either, but it seems like Dao Jing is experiencing rapid growth"

  A few words of effort, the quiet sleeves had already shortened by a length, revealing half a white wrist bone, his face also gradually became clear and distinct from its original tender and round shape.

  Yun Su initially saw Dao Jing being covered and carried away, thinking he was being kidnapped. However, upon seeing the concern on their faces, he realized it was a misunderstanding. He then stood up straight, cupped his fists in respect, and said: "I am Yun Su, I did not intentionally offend you, may I ask your honorable surname and name?"

  "Never mind, Meng Mu."

  "May I ask what is your relationship with Dao Jing..."

  Among the busy, he glanced at him and saw that Yun Su's expression was serious and solemn, not an ordinary person who is bound by trivial matters. Probably, if they don't get to the bottom of this today, they won't be let go.

  Helpless, he returned the courtesy and said with a serious face: "We are bound by life and death!"

  These words were loud and clear, reminiscent of the situation on Tiantai Mountain and Dao Jing's encounter, Yun Su actually believed a bit.

  "Huh?" Meng Mu was getting more and more uneasy, feeling like he was being interrogated wherever he went. He raised an eyebrow and countered with a question of his own: "What's your relationship with him, then?"

  Yun Su smiled and said: "We are old friends, during his disappearance, I have been looking for him all the time."

  Meng Mu involuntarily took a breath of cool air, thinking that such a calm and composed friend must be either an immortal or a god. This person's demeanor was extraordinary, and appearing here, could he be someone from Dongyue?

  Wait, Yun Su? Why does it sound so familiar.

  "Could it be that you are the First Chief Disciple of the Eastern Emperor's Chariot, in charge of all mountain and river affairs, Jing Xi Zhen Ren?"

  Yun Su smiled humbly: "I don't dare to be called a true person, I am just a disciple of Dongyue"

  “……”

  In his mind, it was as if ten thousand black crows were flying by. He saw that Dao Jing's growth had stopped, so he hastily went forward to take his pulse. However, he didn't expect that the clear energy around Dao Jing hadn't dissipated yet, and as soon as he got close, he was immediately bounced back.

  He was struck as if by lightning, and his ears buzzed instantly, stars appeared in front of his eyes, and his hands and feet went limp. This time even wanting to bring the way to walk quietly is probably not possible anymore.

  Yun Su stepped forward and took Dao Jing's pulse. He nodded at Meng Mu and said, "He is out of danger now."

  "That's good, that's good." Mu Mu hesitated again and again, then cupped his hands and said: "I still have something to do, since you are a good friend of his, I will entrust him to you. Please be sure to send him back to Tiantai Mountain, I beg of you."

  Yun Su's face seemed to have a difficult expression, "This..."

  At this moment, Meng Mu couldn't care about so much anymore, and could only weakly wave his hand: "It's fine if you can't send him back, just please take care of it"

  After finishing speaking, he didn't care about Yun Su's reaction and turned around with a swagger.

  Looking at the hunched back, Yun Su turned to look at Dao Jing again, and it was really hard to imagine how her good friend had gone through life and death with him.

  Meng Mu took two steps forward, then suddenly stopped and turned around to gaze deeply at Dao Jing. The young man sat with his eyes closed, the only point of light in the dark night.

  His hoarse voice said: "All the hardships are already in the past, I don't want to think about it again. As for tonight's matter, please don't tell him, Cloud Su."

  Yun Su nodded deeply, "Alright, I promise you"

  Deep mountains are steep and strange, with numerous peaks like a jade hairpin. Several spiritual springs fly down straight into the mountain stream, the water surface is rippling, reflecting the morning glow, exceptionally beautiful.

  Dao Jing stood alone by the river, gazing at his own reflection in the water, feeling utterly alienated.

  The last moment of memory was when I bid farewell to my master and set out for Mount Tuo, and I still vaguely remember the words he entrusted me with at that time. It seemed like after experiencing a long period of chaos, I opened my eyes again and found myself in Yun Su's room.

  Unexpectedly, the interval between these two memories was actually a year. Dao was silent and speechless, he asked Yun Su for an explanation, but didn't get an answer. A few days ago, Emperor Dongyue had strictly ordered all his disciples not to leave the mountain, so Yun Su could only send him to the border of Dongyue.

  The rest of the way, Dao Jing can go back by herself. But...

  Looking at the person in the water, his figure has already grown tall and slender, with two straight eyebrows and a pair of long eyes, all childishness has been shed, and his calm thoughts have just been cleared up again.

  A vague phrase echoed in his mind "You, you, so lucky and born so good-looking..."

  This person's voice is unfamiliar, yet it seems like I've heard it somewhere recently, who is it?

  What confused Dao Jing wasn't just the loss of memory, he also discovered a mysterious and unknown power within himself. Although it wasn't as pure as his own clear energy, it was warm, gentle, and long-lasting, a human-like power. This year must have had many strange encounters, unfortunately, they were all completely forgotten, which is somewhat regrettable.

  "Although there is jade-like grain, it cannot cure bitter hunger..." Dao Jing sat cross-legged on the water's edge, gazing at the vast expanse of heaven and earth, lost in thought.

  The empty mountain is quiet, and the long wind blows through the youth's hair, also bringing a familiar breath!

  Dao Jing suddenly opened his eyes, threw a spiritual symbol into the air, and the symbol spun around above the water surface for several weeks, quickly tracing the source of the breath.

  Beyond the majestic mountains, the water surface gradually opens up. Dao Jingyu closely follows the movement of the Ling symbol with the wind, and upon arriving here, it seems that the Ling symbol has discovered something, transforming into a flowing light that directly plunges into the great river.

  The river's surface is calm, and its depth is unknown. Dao Jing stands on the shore with his hands clasped together, sensing the flow of spiritual energy in this place.

  The power of Tianwang's massacre still lingers, with a concentrated mind and introspection, on the riverbank, there is a faint aura of the dragon clan.

  "Jiaolong!!!!!"

  Suddenly, a chaotic noise burst forth in his mind, and a cacophony of sounds thundered out.

  "Danger, young master! Do not proceed!"

  A black giant gate collapsed with a loud crash, countless sharp laughter pierced people's hearts like ghosts.

  "Where is this?" Dao Jing's head was splitting, and the faces that emerged in his mind were all twisted and terrifying, sometimes covered in blood, sometimes turning into skulls. He seemed to be in the underworld, with the flames of purgatory covering the sky and earth, with no way to escape.

  A jade pendant at his waist suddenly emitted a clear light, instantly dispelling the illusion. Dao Jing raised his head again, and in front of him appeared Mount Tiantai, with ethereal Xiao sounds drifting over, a blue figure standing proudly on the shores of Tianhu Lake.

  "Master!" Dao Jing desperately ran towards the shadow, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get any closer. The whistle stopped, and a thick fog rose from the surface of the lake, gradually obscuring the shadow in the misty vapor until it was completely out of sight.

  Darkness descended, erasing all scenery. He lost all sensation, yet a warm current rose in his heart, like a lantern on an endless long road, guarding him, never extinguished.

  "Sleep tight, don't be afraid..."

  A soft and gentle voice sounded in his ear, instantly dispelling the confusion, and calling back his consciousness from the chaotic memories. Dao Jing's chest surged with blood and energy, but he could no longer hold on, and fell to the ground, fainting away.

  Jin Chao Mama 2014/8/27 16:04