He thought he was bewitched

There has always been a legend about the wolf god in Yunzhong Town.

After all, the misty, snow-capped and unvisited Yunzhong Mountain is too mythical.

In that legend, the handsome wolf god saw his past life through the blue and transparent mirror lake on the mountain top in the clouds, and fell in love again with his wife from the previous life, Sanahua from the grassland, exiled from the Beirong tribe. Princess.

The wolf god abandoned everything and returned to the world, and came to the princess again.In this life, the princess was an ordinary embroiderer in Yunzhong Town, moved by the pursuit of the wolf god, followed him to Yunzhong Mountain, and built a small wooden house, where the two lived in seclusion ever since.

Later, the princess became pregnant, and on the day of giving birth in October, the weather changed suddenly and it rained heavily.

With the terrifying thunder and the princess's shrill cry, the newborn opened his eyes, and in his eyes reflected the death notice of the wolf god being skinned and boned, and falling into the darkness.

The wolf god finally kissed the princess' forehead, sealed half of his divine power in the princess's body, and then left.

That was the way of heaven warning him.

If he continued to stay here, he would only hurt his wife and children.

When the princess woke up, she found two sleeping babies beside her. She searched the whole cabin, but she couldn't find her husband.

She stepped out of the house and found that the cold wind that had made her unbearable and had to hide in her husband's arms was as gentle as a caress at this moment.

The innkeeper sighed a few times after finishing his speech, but when he turned his head, he saw that his audience only lowered their eyes and smiled, with distrustful anger appearing on their faces: "Don't believe me!! When the Northern soldiers came to invade—— "

"I don't believe it, I just feel that this story is too warm." Ye Shuyi put the silver on the table, stood up and cupped his fists at the innkeeper, "I'm going to leave now, stay with the one in your store." Wolf cub, I hope you treat him well and release him back to the snow mountain."

"The person who came with me... you can let him find his own way."

After the words fell, the innkeeper was stunned for a moment, took a step forward and shouted: "It's only four feet deeper, it's too dangerous to go up the mountain..."

Ye Shuyi's figure disappeared into the corner of the street as soon as he drifted away, blocking the shopkeeper's unfinished words, and finally he could only murmur: "This...is clearly a tragedy, where is the warmth?"

In fact, compared to the story told by the innkeeper, Ye Shouyi's investigation went deeper.

For example, he knew that the embroidered lady who lived in Yunzhong Town was surnamed Luo.

But what is the mentality of the Yunzhongshan Luo family.

More than ten years ago, he took over the military power from his deceased father and went to the battlefield. The first hearty victory was fought at the foot of Yunzhong Mountain.He has also seen the white wolf that is said to be like a god.

In fact, at that time, the battle had already ended, and there were corpses everywhere, those of the enemy and comrades in arms...

He stepped on the stumped limbs all over the place, and raised his sword to meet the enemy who charged again. The general of Bei Rong had already been beheaded by him, but he didn't know how long the numb slashing would last.

The cheering shouts of the soldiers scalded the blood, but he only felt tired in his heart.

He really doesn't like killing people, no matter what the reason.

The white wolf shadow flew past like a flash of lightning, biting off half of the neck of the Beirong soldier rushing over with one bite. Ye Shiyi suddenly came back to his senses, turned his head to block with his sword, the sound of iron scraping was extremely ear-piercing, he gasped heavily, The tension at the moment of life and death finally gave him a real sense of being alive...

Just a little.

The situation was quickly brought under control, and the remnants of the Beibei Army were surrounded and surrendered like stray dogs. As soon as his tense heartstrings were loosened, a lazy voice came from behind him: "Boy, you are really capable of being distracted on the battlefield."

"Who!?" The sharp blade flew out and nailed straight into a giant tree behind the man. The white wolf who had been lying docilely beside the man suddenly stood up and bared its teeth fiercely.

"Who are you?" Ye Shuyi's eyes were wary, and the soldiers also dispersed to surround the man bit by bit.

"Your destined person." The man raised his eyebrows.

Ye Shiyi's first reaction was that this person is a charlatan, but the scope of deception on the battlefield is too wide, isn't it?

He gritted his teeth involuntarily, feeling a bit of blood on the back of his tongue.

"this is for you."

Because he didn't feel the killing intent, Ye Shuyi subconsciously took the thing thrown by the man, and when he took a closer look, it turned out to be a tattered martial arts cheat book.

Combined with all the previous things, Ye Shuyi raised his head in disbelief: "This is... the Luo family's mentality?"

The man smiled when he heard the words, and the smile looked a little sad, and he said: "There is no Luo family anymore."

"If you have a destiny with him, you have a destiny with me. If you want this thing, you can keep it. If you don't want it, you can throw it away-it's all fate."

Later, with the improvement of martial arts.Ye Shouyi studied that mental method over and over countless times, and made every move and style extremely thorough, except for the ninth level...the ninth level, which he couldn't understand at all.

This is also something that Ye Shiyi regrets so far. He should not have given Fu Tingya this mental method that he has not studied thoroughly, just like he should not blindly and confidently think that the embarrassing identity of the imprisoned man in the palace The poor little prince doesn't have the talent and perseverance to practice martial arts, and he can't even practice at the ninth level...

Like a joke, he planted such a bloody knife in Fu Tingya's supposedly smooth path.

Isn't betrayal a betrayal?

Yun Zhongshan, the Luo family, the wolf god... No matter what is hidden behind it, he must go to this experience.

The author has something to say: HE

I have been sorting out my thoughts for the past few days, and I have been interrupted for too long a while ago, resulting in many lines not being written smoothly.

I am so sorry.