Landing in the Fantastic World

Seeing Mu Yu lying in a pool of blood, his life was dying, the passers-by on the road looked indifferently and turned around one after another, no one stepped forward to save him.

To them, a beggar is just a beggar, so what does life or death have to do with them?

Cold world, cold people.

"Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu."

Just when Mu Yu's life was about to end, his parents' calling sounded in his ears.

"Mom and Dad."

Mu Yu tried his best to open his eyes, and unexpectedly saw his parents appearing in front of him.

"Yes, I am not a beggar, I am a person with parents"

Part of the memories in Mu Yu's mind began to recover, and he recalled many things from his childhood.

"Xiao Yu, don't fall asleep, you have to wake up."

The eyes of parents are full of encouragement.

"But I'm really tired, just let me sleep for a while."

Mu Yu's eyelids closed again, he really wanted to just sleep like this and never wake up.

"Brother Mu/junior brother."

At this time, a few beautiful figures emerged in Mu Yu's mind. They smiled like flowers and looked at Mu Yu tenderly.

"You are... senior sister, Yan Ran, Ruo Lan?"

Memories flooded Mu Yu's mind like a flood, and gradually, his eyes began to regain clarity.

"I'm Mu Yu, I can't die here, there are still many people who care about me and love me, waiting for me."

Mu Yu's memory was completely restored, and the vitality poured into his body continuously.

Suddenly, the picture in front of him shattered like glass.

Mu Yu found that he had returned to the peak of Wuya Mountain again.

"So, I've always been here and never left." Mu Yu was stunned.

"You have escaped from the artistic conception of my Taishang Wangqing Sword."

Yan Jinghong looked at him in surprise, "According to the records in the giant stone, after the completion of my Supreme Wangqing Sword, in the past few decades, no one has been able to decipher the artistic conception of my Supreme Wangqing Sword. You are the first One, tell me how you got out of my mood?"

"The artistic conception of this sword is very strong. In fact, I don't know how to get out of it."

Mu Yu also looked blank, telling the truth.

"That's really weird."

Yan Jinghong also couldn't figure it out. He took out an old white jade pendant and handed it to Mu Yu, "This jade pendant is a proof of customs clearance. You are the first person to get this jade pendant. Congratulations."

Mu Yu took the jade pendant, which was engraved with the dragon-shaped totem of the Northwest Spiritual Academy.

"You can leave now."

Yan Jinghong turned around and continued to return to the edge of the cliff, "By the way, what's your name?"

"Mu Yu." Mu Yu replied.

Yan Jinghong said it silently in his heart, and then said: "You are a very special person, I will record all today's events on the boulder, and if you come to Wuya Mountain again in the future and report your name, I will remember yours."

"Alright, Senior Yan, then I will take my leave."

Mu Yu glanced at Yan Jinghong's lonely back, cupped his hands, and left the mountain.

"The Taishang Wangqing Sword, the ancient sword technique that has long been extinct has unexpectedly reappeared in the world."

Just as Mu Yu left the mountain, a familiar voice came from his mind.

"Senior Feng? Is that you?"

Since Feng Xianjun helped him kill the head of the Red Scarf during the last animal hunting event, Feng Xianjun seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep. Mu Yu called for many times, but there was no response.