Volume 2: Memories of Yonghui (Part 1) Chapter 14: The Change of Times Tests Talents
"Mother, mother..."
"Yier~" a gentle voice responded softly.
"Mom, what's wrong with you? Why are you covered in blood? Who hurt you? Wait a minute, I'll go call daddy to help you heal!" The little boy named Yi'er was a little flustered when he saw his mother covered in blood. He was at a loss and wanted to run to call his daddy for help, but was embraced by a pair of gentle hands.
The pale yet beautiful and gentle woman was trying to hold on to her body, as if she was regaining consciousness. She used all her strength to caress the boy's head lovingly, and whispered in his ear: "Yier, you must remember what your mother is saying to you for the rest of your life! When you are sixteen, you must go to Yonghui City. There is the only and last gift your mother left for you. Remember, you must go!"
Then, the woman's smile froze on her lips, and her gentle hand on her son's cheek gradually cooled until it became ice-cold ...
Mo Yi suddenly opened his eyes, only to find that it was just another dream.
Everything in the dream is still fresh in my memory, but ten years have passed.
If it weren't for his mother's words before she died, perhaps Mo Yi would not have appeared here at all, in Yonghui City, a place that left a trace of pain and hope in the little Mo Yi's heart.
He didn't know what was in Yonghui City that made his mother tell him so carefully before she passed away. But since his mother said that this was the only and last gift she left for him, he had to come here no matter what.
As long as it belongs to him, he will get it back even if he has to go through fire and water.
It’s a pity that until now, he still doesn’t know what his mother asked him to find.
His eyes gradually became clearer, and Mo Yi's consciousness gradually became clearer. The hand that had been holding the cold iron short blade all night loosened slightly.
Inadvertently, his eyes fell on the innocent sleeping face of the person who was sleeping peacefully on the other side of the bed beside him, as pure as a child.
That sleeping face looked so pure, innocent, peaceful and comfortable at this moment. It didn't even have the basic sense of vigilance. It just fell into a deep sleep and had a long dream.
For a moment, Mo Yi envied her calmness, or rather her casualness. He knew that for him, falling asleep peacefully without any defense like that was probably a luxury that he would never be able to achieve in his lifetime.
She really is a person who has no vigilance at all. I don't know how such a person has survived the past ten years. Maybe she is well protected by someone!
Mo Yi shook his head, curled his thin lips slightly, and thought, what does this have to do with me?
After today, no one owes each other anything, and everyone goes their own way. We are just passers-by or opponents.
It was about the time of Mao, and Mo Yi was about to get up and prepare to wash up and prepare himself for the third test, but in an instant he felt something strange about everything in the world.
In a trance, Mo Yi suddenly felt an extremely powerful force enveloping the surroundings. It was a feeling of oppression as if the world was about to end!
Subconsciously, he reached over and woke up Yao Ji, who was sleeping soundly beside him, and pulled her to his side with his left hand. The short blade in his right hand was deeply inserted into the bed, as if resisting some powerful suction!
That subconscious resistance was like a stone sinking into the sea, and was useless. Before she could react to what was happening, Yao Ji, who was half asleep, and Mo Yi were pulled by a powerful force and swept into another strange space.
When Yao Ji and Mo Yi were awakened by the stinging pain all over their bodies, they were stunned by the scene before them. They both opened their mouths wide and looked at each other stupidly, not knowing what to say.
There is a vast expanse of white in front of me, it is so clean!
If it weren't for the biting cold that made Yao Ji sneeze, and the rustling sound of wind and snow in their ears, Yao Ji and Mo Yi couldn't imagine how they were sleeping soundly in the bamboo house just now, and how in the blink of an eye, they were thrown into this icy and uninhabited snowfield.
Yao Ji slapped her face hard and felt a little pain in her cheeks. Then she realized that she was not dreaming.
Suddenly, they felt a slight tremor beneath them. Yao Ji and Mo Yi almost rolled over and crawled away, only to find that the snow where they were sitting was actually slightly raised.
Then, several white lights flashed, and countless snow fragments splashed up.
I heard someone yelling, "Fuck him, what's going on? I was buried alive while dreaming just now!" I took a closer look and saw that it was the sudden man in black from yesterday afternoon.
At this moment, his face was covered with scum and his clothes were disheveled. He no longer had any of the spirit he had yesterday.
Then there was another rapid cough, and the handsome young man with long dark green hair, Long Yu, crawled out from the snow pile in a rather embarrassed manner. His pretty face was red from the cold, but very handsome. He looked around, opened his mouth, blinked his big, lively eyes, but in the end he said nothing and sat down unceremoniously next to Yao Ji and Mo Yi.
Then, right after that, several more embarrassed figures staggered out one after another from the deep snow pile. Upon closer inspection, they saw the black-faced woman from the Kongming tribe, the Wucheng duo, and a rather unfamiliar young man.
Mo Yi suddenly felt lucky that he woke up in time. If he hadn't reacted in time and been prepared in advance, he would probably be buried in the snow like them .
His pride did not last long. He glanced at everyone one by one, thinking that the eight lucky ones who passed the second level were now gathered together. Everyone looked at each other and vaguely understood that the trial of the third level had already begun.
But this damn old monster Zhuo Ao had no virtue at all. Without any warning, he threw these eight people into the barren snowy field.
They didn't even know what the third level was, let alone where they were now, how they got here, and how to get back?
The woman in green who was supposed to come out to explain the third level was nowhere to be found. It seemed that this level not only tested one's ability, but also one's IQ.
At this moment, she could no longer care about so many things. Yao Ji threw out a bamboo stick from her arms and counted with her fingers to perform the Questioning Heaven Technique.
After coughing twice, the girl from the Kongming tribe took out a few palm-sized Qiankun Banners from somewhere, inserted them into her sides, and began to mutter to herself.
The young man with long dark green hair, Long Yu, took off the bone hairpin that was originally used to tie his hair, and was gesturing something vaguely.
The man in black and Mo Yi did not seem to be proficient in these mysterious arts of heaven and earth, and simply did nothing. They looked at each other boredly, and at the same time turned their eyes to look at the unknown young man who had just crawled out and had been silent and motionless like a dead person.
At this moment, the man was seen sitting cross-legged in the snow with his eyes slightly closed, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep again. I wonder if this was an expression of extraordinary calmness or if he was simply frightened silly?
Mo Yi and the man in black were more willing to believe it was the former.
In the past three days, the young man has been a mysterious existence. He has never left the bamboo house, nor has he interacted or talked with anyone. So taking advantage of this opportunity, Mo Yi and the man in black wanted to take a closer look at him, trying to see something, but unfortunately they still found nothing.
Mo Yi and the man in black looked at each other with some self-mockery, then looked away.
Origin unknown.
In fact, Mo Yi's understanding of him was limited to the brief conversation between him and Mo Yi yesterday when he took the initiative to visit her.
His purpose was very simple. If necessary, he hoped to cooperate with Mo Yi. As for the content of the cooperation, Mo Yi lowered his eyes, as if he was calculating the tiny possibility in his heart.
I don't know how much time had passed, but I heard Yao Ji sigh, and then she tilted her head back, and her whole body collapsed straight onto Mo Yi's body. Mo Yi's back stiffened slightly, but he didn't dodge.
All I could hear was Yao Ji mumbling, "I can't do it anymore. I've used up all the spells I can use, but I still can't guess where this is. I give up!"
Then the two people who were originally concentrating on performing a magic trick on the other side sighed at the same time and took back their magic weapons.
It turns out that everyone's level is about the same, but they are too embarrassed to admit it because of some pride.
At this time, everyone looked at each other and thought, it's the same with everyone else. It turns out that no one here is much smarter or more capable than anyone else.
This made several young people who had previously been quite proud of their intelligence and abilities start to re-examine themselves.
Where exactly is this snowfield in the Void World?
Is it real or an illusion?
What exactly is this third level for?
And what exactly is Zhuo Ao's purpose?
It seems that the real difficulties have just begun, and what happened before was just an appetizer given by Zhuo Ao to everyone.
The Yonghui Martial Arts Competition gently tore off its previous hazy veil and slightly revealed its cruel and transcendent side.
