Volume 4: The Game of the Gods Chapter 20: The Yellow Springs and the Blue Sky
The woman in the ice coffin was dressed in a pure white veil, with her eyes slightly closed and a calm expression, as if she was just sleeping. Her angel-like appearance was still as charming as when she was alive!
Her eyebrows and eyes are picturesque, and her black hair is dark black.
That's his mother!
Five hundred years ago, Mo Yi's mother passed away when he was only six years old !
How is this possible! How is this possible!
Mo Yi knelt down in front of the ice coffin, holding it with trembling hands. Looking at the woman who seemed to be sleeping in the ice coffin, he burst into tears and called out louder and louder: "Mother... Mother..." The helpless voice echoed in the ice room, but no one answered.
What is going on?
His mother had clearly passed away five hundred years ago when he was six years old, so how could she be here? And in such good condition, as if she was in a deep sleep?
Who? Who put her here?
Mo Yi was even more confused. Logically, the person who would do this was most likely his father. However, Mo Yi firmly believed that this was definitely not done by his father. Although he was young at that time, he remembered very clearly that his mother's remains disappeared after her death. His father was furious and mobilized the power of the entire family. They searched almost every inch of land in Nayu, but found nothing.
No one knew where his mother's remains went or who took them away. This had always been a great pain in Mo Yi's heart, but he never expected that he would see them again in such a place five hundred years later.
Who arranged all this? And why did they do this? Mo Yi was puzzled. He looked around and only then noticed that the flowers placed around his mother's remains seemed familiar.
The flower is as big as a plate, and consists of eight large flower rings with small white flowers in the middle. Above the small flowers are tender yellow stamens, the color of the flower is like jade, and the fragrance is refreshing. Mo Yi suddenly felt that he seemed to have seen this kind of flower somewhere before, but where exactly? A vague memory flashed through Mo Yi's mind. Mo Yi felt that an electric current flashed through his body, and he was stunned. He remembered!
Zhuo Ao!
By the way, five hundred years ago, during the third round of the Yonghui Martial Arts Competition, he had broken through the illusion of the thousand-mile snowfield and entered the small courtyard where Zhuo Ao lived. He remembered that in front of the small courtyard, the whole garden was blooming with this kind of flowers!
So, all this is related to Zhuo Ao? This can explain the previous miraculous encounters. In this world, there is probably no other person who can be so powerful and so boring except for that old monster Zhuo Ao!
But why did he do this? What was his relationship with his mother? Why did he arrange all this so carefully?
Mo Yi suddenly remembered the only time he saw Zhuo Ao during the Yonghui competition. Zhuo Ao was standing in front of the small garden in a green robe, staring at him for a long time before suddenly asking, "If I let you choose between the two, I teach you the Tianlong skills, and you give up the woman named Yao Ji, what will you do?"
Mo Yi was startled at the time, as if he had not expected the other party to ask such a strange question. Seeing that the other party did not seem to be joking, he pondered for a moment and asked back: "Are you serious?"
As soon as these words came out, the choice was made. In Mo Yi's heart at that time, the temptation of Tianlong's unique skills was indeed greater. Zhuo Ao seemed to understand Mo Yi's choice. A trace of sarcasm appeared on his face: "You are so heartless and ungrateful at such a young age. You Nayu people really deserve to be doomed! Your father is like this, I think your son will repeat the same mistake!"
Mo Yi was young and hot-tempered at the time. When he heard this, he thought the other party was teasing him and became furious. However, he did not think deeply about the meaning of Zhuo Ao's words. Now that he thought about it, Zhuo Ao must be acquainted with his mother, or at least an old acquaintance. Even his words at that time were vaguely expressing his sympathy for his mother.
Mo Yi was still young when his mother passed away. He was not very clear about the relationship between his parents. His only memory of his father since childhood was his peerless swordsmanship. The deep love between father and son and family reunion were all unattainable things for Mo Yi.
Thinking about it this way, his father, who was obsessed with martial arts, must have neglected his mother because he was pursuing the highest level of swordsmanship. Even now, Mo Yi didn't know who had murdered his mother. He only knew that his father was in seclusion practicing the sixth style of Tiangang Sword Zhi at that time. When his father came out, his mother had already passed away.
On this point, Mo Yi himself also had a certain degree of resentment towards his father, so now thinking about it, he understood the meaning of what Zhuo Ao asked him at the time. Zhuo Ao was just testing whether he was as heartless as his father, and his answer obviously disappointed him, so he was angry and directly expelled him from the Yonghui competition, right?
Mo Yi had always believed that Zhuo Ao was furious because of his ignorant provocation and eliminated him directly from the winners of the third round of the Yonghui competition. However, he did not expect that the real reason was because of a personal grudge, a personal grudge between him and his father.
But how did Zhuo Ao know his mother? What was his relationship with his mother? Why did he do all these things for her? Mo Yi suddenly remembered what his mother had said to him on the day she passed away, saying that it was an important thing she had left for him in Yonghui City. Could it be that it was also related to Zhuo Ao?
Although Mo Yi subconsciously did not want to touch upon the past events of his parents, he could not help but speculate on what was happening before his eyes. He wondered if Zhuo Ao had any unspeakable past with his mother. Although such speculation was quite embarrassing for Mo Yi as a child.
At this moment, Mo Yi suddenly noticed that his mother seemed to be holding something in her clasped hands. He gently pried open her cold fingers and discovered that she was holding a piece of jade in her hands.
Mo Yi took out the jade seal with trembling hands, but the line of clear and handsome small characters on it made Mo Yi stunned. His guess turned out to be correct.
Life is like not being able to obtain it, and death is like the separation of love!
What a saying: If you can't get what you want in life, you can't die like you're separated from your love! This turned out to be the mystery of the disappearance of his mother's remains. Mo Yi would never have thought that Zhuo Ao, the master of the generation who roamed the virtual world and faced thousands of troops, would be such a passionate person and love a woman so deeply, and that woman was actually someone else's wife.
If it were someone else, perhaps Mo Yi would not be able to help but sigh for this generation of grandmasters, and feel the great devotion of this grandmaster.
However, the person the other party was thinking of was his own mother. This awkward situation made Mo Yi feel a little amused.
However, he felt that he should still thank the great master. If it were not for his deep affection for his mother, how could he see his mother again after five hundred years? For Mo Yi, this was something he wished for more than learning the divine skills of the Heavenly Dragon.
But on second thought, Mo Yi felt extremely surprised. Since Zhuo Ao didn't like him because of his father and even expelled him from the Yonghui competition back then, why did he go to so much trouble to arrange this adventure for him five hundred years later? Mo Yi didn't believe that this was just a coincidence. The puppet wooden bird that attracted him here in the first place actually called out his name. If he said it wasn't intentional, he would not believe it even if he was beaten to death.
Why did Zhuo Ao do all these things for me? Since he was thinking about his mother, he must have no good feelings for the son of his rival. Why did he lead me here and even arrange for me to meet Canglong? Mo Yi didn't believe that the old guy had a sudden kindness. When he expelled me from the Yonghui competition, he didn't hesitate at all.
Could it be... An extremely unorthodox thought suddenly flashed through Mo Yi's mind, but he quickly denied it in his heart. It's impossible, absolutely impossible!
But once that thought sprouted in his heart, he couldn't suppress it. Mo Yi couldn't help but recall in his mind the only time he saw Zhuo Ao. He was dressed in green, standing proudly. He was indeed about the same age as his father, with clear and cold eyes. If you think about it carefully, his facial features are really similar to his own!
This thought made Mo Yi feel like he was electrocuted! Impossible! He quickly denied this extremely deadly thought in his heart! He was a member of the Nayu tribe, and he truly had the blood of Mo Wutian, the leader of the Nayu tribe. He was a pure Nayu person, and the mark of the "Suzaku's Sorrow" on the back of his hand was the best evidence.
Quickly dismissing this extremely inappropriate thought, Mo Yi suddenly thought of something more important. Since Zhuo Ao had snatched his mother's remains and placed them here, why wasn't his own body here? This ice room was empty, with nothing else except this ice coffin. Since they had promised to be together for life and death, why did he leave his mother alone here?
You must know that Zhuo Ao completely disappeared shortly after the Yonghui competition five hundred years ago, and the Yonghui City was first handed over to Yao Ji, and later fell into the hands of the Ruoye tribe. Everyone said that Zhuo Ao might have passed away long ago, and Mo Yi once believed it without a doubt. However, where is Zhuo Ao's body?
At this moment, the voice of Canglong, who had been silent all this time, echoed in the ice room at an inopportune time, pulling back Mo Yi's chaotic thoughts: "There is something strange about the ice palace. Maybe we can get something out of it if we go out and take a look."
Mo Yi then remembered that this ancient beast seemed to have been following him all the time. Fortunately, that creature could not read minds, otherwise, Mo Yi didn't know how to face it at this moment. After all, these were his family affairs, which were not easy to announce publicly.
He quickly gathered his thoughts, put the jade seal in his hand back into his mother's hand, looked at her reluctantly a few more times, and jumped out of the ice room.
