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Two months later, at the beginning of March, it was another season when the ice and snow melted and everything recovered.

On this day, Fu Ba and Lu Shi were still sharpening their knives in the courtyard, ready to dig stones on Qianluan Mountain after sharpening.

Fu Ba looked at the tip of his hoe in the sunlight, and said casually: "Do you think the owner can leave the customs today?"

He still remembered that dozens of years ago, in the great winter, he and Huo Yi dug out a book bag from under the plum tree in Qianluan Mountain. Start practicing in closed doors.

Lu Shi frowned and said to Fu Ba: "Tell me, is this kind of kung fu dug out of the mountain credible? Don't do it in a crooked way."

"Probably not." Huo Yi came from the side holding a hoe, "With the ingenuity of the owner, he can still distinguish between peerless magic and crooked ways."

As soon as the words fell, there was a sudden loud noise, and the ground under his feet trembled.

Fu Ba and Lu Shi couldn't help being surprised, "What's wrong?"

However, the shock came only once, and never happened again. Fu Ba was stunned, and looked at Lu Shi in dismay. The two stared at each other for a moment. Fu Ba tentatively asked, "Could it be... Zhuang?" The Lord is out?"

Lu Shi nodded, "Probably so."

Fu Ba felt that his guess was right, and was about to share the news with Huo Yi, but when he turned his head, he found that Huo Yi had disappeared a long time ago.

Lu Shi was startled and said, "Brother Huo's reaction is too fast!"

Fu Bay was taken aback, then smiled and said, "He is looking forward to the owner's exit every day, so of course his reaction is quick."

At this moment, Huo Yi, who "responses very quickly", is standing in front of the door of Meng Fuyuan's closed-door practice, somewhat at a loss, but he dares not take a step forward as if he is almost nostalgic. He hesitates, but the door is opened by the people inside.

The sunlight shattered across the ground and flowed into the room. Meng Fuyuan was dressed in plain white robes. He walked towards the floating gold, walked slowly towards Huo Yi, and stepped gently on every beat of his own heart.

"I'm out."

Meng Fuyuan held the opponent's palm, "How is it? Miss me?"

Huo Yi nodded, and replied dully: "I think, I think."

"Since you miss me, let's say something sweet." Meng Fuyuan raised his lips to look at the other party, blinked his eyes, "Tell me something I like to hear."

Feeling the eyes of the other party's pure expectation falling on him, Huo Yi hesitated for a while and didn't know what to say. It had been a long time since he saw him. It's just a slight hesitation, the other party over there is already giving himself a step down——

Meng Fuyuan snorted softly, "Why have I practiced my magical skills in the past two months, but you are still a dumb-headed person who has not made any progress?"

However, Huo Yi caught another important piece of news from Meng Fuyuan's words, and hurriedly asked: "The master's magical skills have been practiced?"

"That's right." Meng Fuyuan smiled, with a hint of pride in his tone, "Not only that, but I also retrieved many lost memories."

Huo Yi echoed the words: "Congratulations to the owner."

Meng Fuyuan raised his eyebrows, "Don't you ask me what memory is related to it?"

Huo Yi said honestly: "Although I'm curious, but I asked too many questions, and the owner became suspicious instead. Besides, if the owner wants to say something, I don't need to ask."

Meng Fuyuan lowered his head and chuckled again, "Okay. You understand me. Then I'll talk to you on the way."

"On the way?" Huo Yi asked suspiciously, "The owner is going to leave again?"

"Yes." Meng Fuyuan suppressed part of his smile, and his expression became more serious, "I want to go back to Linghao Pavilion."

The carriage staggered, and embarked on a long journey.

In the carriage, Meng Fuyuan asked Huo Yi to sit beside him, and he held Huo Yi's hand, "Next, what I say may be unbelievable, and you may not believe it."

Huo Yi said solemnly: "As long as it is said by the owner, I will believe it."

Meng Fuyuan was pleased by Huo Yi's earnest appearance, so he took advantage of the situation to get closer, regardless of whether the other party was uncomfortable, as long as he was comfortable, "Then I will talk about it."

"Master, please tell me."

"Actually, I am Shen Zhuo, not the real Meng Fuyuan." After finishing speaking, Meng Fuyuan raised his eyes to see the other party's reaction. Sure enough, Huo Yi's expression showed a bit of confusion and shock, but he didn't care and continued, "Speaking of this matter." Long story."

"Above this river and lake, there is an ancient ethnic group called the Celestial Human Race."

Huo Yi's heart skipped a beat. He kept the three words "Heavenly Human Race" in his heart and dared not forget them, but he never thought that one day Meng Fuyuan would bluntly mention them to him.

"The Heavenly Human Race can divination and prophecy, and can predict the secrets of the heavens. Meng Si and the old master Meng of Wuwei Villa, including the young master Meng Fuyuan, are all members of the Heavenly Human Race."

"One year before the war against demons, the upright factions of the world and the demon sect were fighting each other. The old master Meng insisted on bringing Meng Fuyuan on the battlefield. Meng Fuyuan's mother was named Shen Ying, who was also my elder sister. The sword had no eyes, and I Worried about Meng Fuyuan's safety, he wanted Meng Sihe to keep Meng Fuyuan in Wuwei Villa, but to no avail after repeated persuasion, Meng Sihe insisted on taking Meng Fuyuan to the battlefield."

"At first, Meng Sihe only said that it was the fate of the celestial-human race. Later, Meng Sihe couldn't quarrel with me, and finally he was willing to tell me the whole truth. He said that the celestial-human race should not violate the existing prophecy, and the prophecy Tell him that both Meng Fuyuan and Shen Zhuo will die on the battlefield of the battle against demons, the leader of the demon cult has not really been eliminated, and Shen Zhuo will be reborn in Meng Fuyuan's body because the last six characters of the horoscope are the same as those of Meng Fuyuan's birthday Some of these prophecies have not been handed down, because another prophecy asked Meng Sihe to destroy several of them."

"I didn't believe it at first. At that time, I always thought that fate was determined by people, but it was not until the war was approaching and many prophecies came true that I began to waver. The "Lingyuan Gongfa" on the stone wall of Qianluan Mountain, the piece full of lines The big rock and the book bag under the plum tree were all completed by me under Meng Sihe’s pleading and coercion. I didn’t expect the prophecy to come true, and these things would actually come in handy more than 100 years later.” Meng Fuyuan said seriously , "So now, I want to go back to Linghao Pavilion, take the position of Pavilion Master again, and welcome the battle against demons in a year's time."

Huo Yi frowned and asked: "The reason why the owner can be sure that the war against demons will be in a year's time is also because of the prophecy, right?"

"Yes." Meng Fuyuan nodded, suddenly remembered something, and sighed, "In fact, in the ancient books preserved in Wuwei Villa, there is a prophecy that says, 'Meng Fuyuan, a descendant of the Celestial Clan, died in the battle against demons, and the Celestial Clan perished.' So I always thought that I would die in a year, but then I realized that I misunderstood the meaning of the prophecy from the beginning. This is not a prophecy that is about to be fulfilled, but a prophecy that has already been fulfilled. At that moment, I I'm happy, I'm happy because I got my life back, but soon I realized that I am Pavilion Master Shen, and I still have the burden of protecting the common people in Jianghu on my shoulders, and I still have to stand at the forefront to face the Demon Cult's army."

He suddenly clenched Huo Yi's palm, his voice trembling, "Tell me, who is not afraid of death?"

"Everyone is afraid of death, and I am also afraid of death."

Meng Fuyuan leaned his head on Huo Yi's shoulder, closed his eyes, let the other person's body temperature spread upwards, and wrapped himself up. Finally, he regained his previous calm amidst the warmth, and said softly, "But I Thinking, I am not the real Meng Fuyuan, there is not a single death prophecy on my body, maybe I am still alive after the battle against demons."

The next moment, Meng Fuyuan was pulled into Huo Yiyi's arms.

Meng Fuyuan was in a daze, this time it was Huo Yi who took the initiative to hug him.

"...Don't be afraid, I'm always here." Huo Yi said in a deep voice, "I won't leave."