The moment Wen Xuan's hand touched the boy, his soul was attracted by a huge force.

There was a fog around me, and I couldn't see anything clearly.

Wen Xuan had no time to think about where he was, and just shouted anxiously, "Young master, your son, your son."

"I'm here."

A low and magnetic voice sounded behind Wen Xuan.

Wen Xuan looked over and saw the boy slowly walking from the fog.

Wen Xuan looked around in horror, then looked at the boy, "Young Master, you, you, just now, was it you?"

"It's me." It's still the low and magnetic voice.

Wen Xuan was surprised and happy, unable to speak for a long time. The boy looked at him, as if waiting for him to calm down.

"Young Master, it's so good, you can speak." Wen Xuan finally calmed down and happily whipped in place several times, "Young Master, it's so good, it's so good." Wen Xuan was excitedly as if he could not say anything other than the three words "It's so good."

"Yeah." The boy replied. The boy's voice was low, magnetic, with a resonance echo, revealing a mountain-like toughness. Anyone who heard this sound couldn't help but want to look back and see the person who made the sound.

"Young Master."

"Um?"

“Your voice sounds so good.”

"Um."

"Young Master?"

"Um?"

"It's okay, I just want to call you and listen to your voice."

"Um."

"Oh, you can say a few more words."

"Well. Are you feeling discomfort?"

"No, young master, I don't have any pain now." "Young master, where are we?"

"I don't know."

"What should we do now?"

"Follow me."

The boy pulled out the sword from his waist and closed his eyes.

"Blind vision again?"

"Um."

Wen Xuan followed closely behind the boy, just looking at the boy's back, thinking that he could talk to him, Wen Xuan laughed from time to time.

"why are you laughing?"

"Good, I'm happy when I think of you being able to talk to me."

"Um."

"It seems that you can talk and you don't talk much."

The boy stared again, looking for a path in blind vision.

"Strange." The boy stopped.

"What's strange?" Wen Xuan asked.

"Same as the road in the barren mountains."

"You mean, exactly the same as the road you left the barren mountain?"

"right."

"That's really strange."

The boy stopped to rest for a while, then concentrated again, closed his eyes, and walked in front. Wen Xuan followed behind and quietly grabbed the boy's wide sleeves.

Suddenly, the boy stopped.

The road in blind vision has come to an end. When I left the barren mountain, the boy opened his eyes and arrived in Wunan Town.

This time, he breathed a sigh of relief first and said to Wen Xuan, "There is no way."

Wen Xuan said oh, saying, "Then open your eyes."

The boy opened his eyes and stood by a large lake. Wen Xuan grabbed the boy's sleeve and sighed in surprise, "I couldn't see anything clearly just now, why did I reach the lake all at once?"

"Wow, young master, it's so beautiful here."

The boy and Wen Xuan observed the surrounding environment. The lake looked like sapphires, and the lake surface reflected the bluer sky, and the sky was covered with white clouds like cotton-like clouds. Ducks, geese, mandarin ducks, swans, and some water birds with no names floating on the lake surface and swam freely. Some deer, horses, and peacocks were drinking water by the lake. Next to the lake was a large jungle that could not be seen. A few little squirrels jumped up and down on the trees on the side, storing pine cones.

The boy's heart tightened, "It seems."

"Young master, what does it seem?"

"barren mountain."

"Ah? Young Master, do you mean that this place looks like the barren mountain you used to live in?"

"Um."

"So the barren mountains are so beautiful. I'm going to envy them."

The young man put the sword back into the sheath at his waist and walked forward along the border of the trees. Wen Xuan looked around and picked up a few pine cones. He threw them while playing with them.

After walking for a long time, it was getting dark and the boy stopped.

He said to Wen Xuan, "No."

"What's not?"

"Not a barren mountain."

"Why? Can you be sure?"

"There is no one in the barren mountains."

"Is there anyone here?"

Wen Xuan followed the boy's gaze and saw that there was a thatched hut, which was obviously inhabited by someone.

But just as Wen Xuan walked over to look at the empty thatched hut and turned around, the boy disappeared.

"Young Master, Youth, Youth, Youth, Youth,"

No matter how Wen Xuan called, he never heard the nice sound again, nor did he see the white figure again.

"Young Master, where are you? Come out quickly, you're so anxious!"

"Young Master, your son."

Wen Xuan called the boy more and more anxiously, and his heart suddenly became empty.

Wen Xuan's call did not call back the boy, but summoned a woman. The woman was wearing grass leaves and animal skins. When she saw Wen Xuan, she seemed to see a familiar person. She smiled and said a bunch of things Wen Xuan couldn't understand.

The woman saw that Wen Xuan couldn't understand her language, so she put her hand on Wen Xuan's forehead. After a moment, she asked, "Taiyi, why are you here?"

Wen Xuan looked at the woman in surprise, "You, you didn't speak my language just now."

"You can learn it once. Taiyi, why do you speak such a complicated language?"

Wen Xuan forced himself to calm down and said, "Disturbation, I want to ask, have you seen a young man wearing white clothes and a long sword?"

The woman shook her head, "I only see you."

Wen Xuan sighed, "Sorry, I'm not Taiyi, my name is Wen Xuan, and I'm looking for a friend."

The woman smiled, "Don't joke, Taiyi, have Shennong and Fuxi taught you well these days?"

Wen Xuan felt that his head was about to explode, and he was all about it!

The woman saw that Wen Xuan's expression was not like a joke, so she carefully observed Wen Xuan and said, "Taiyi, you seem to have come back from a very far place. Do you still remember who I am?"

Wen Xuan saw that the woman finally realized that she had recognized the wrong person, so she felt a little relieved and said, "Sorry, I don't know."

The woman's expression was a little solemn, "Taiyi, why are you, you don't remember anything."

As he said that, the woman put her hand on Wen Xuan's forehead again. For a moment, Wen Xuan's headache was split, and many scenes were slashed into his mind. Wen Xuan rolled on the ground in pain, wishing to take off his head.

After about a cup of tea, Wen Xuan's headache slowly eased. He sat up and gasped.

The woman squatted beside Wen Xuan, staring at Wen Xuan, and then put her hand in front of Wen Xuan's forehead. Wen Xuan was so scared that she hurriedly avoided. The woman smiled and said, "I won't give you a headache anymore."

Wen Xuan then asked her to put her hand on her forehead again. Soon, the woman put her hand down, "Taiyi, I have given you all the memories I know about you. Think about it slowly, and you will know who you are."

"Who am I myself? Am I not Wenshan Wenxuan?"

The woman shook her head, "You are the Master Taiyi, the only wisp of spirit left after Pangu created the world."

Wen Xuan looked at the woman in surprise and suspicion, and the memories in her mind began to slowly unfold.

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