Jiang Muyang took a sip, shook his head and refused to drink any more.

Daoist Changyin coaxed him like a child: "Muyang, be obedient, drink a few more sips, didn't you love the lotus seed soup made by Master himself?"

Even the master said that it was Jiang Muyang's favorite drink in the past. He didn't want to be greedy for a little sweetness, for fear that he would never suffer any more.

Daoist Changyin said again: "Master originally wanted to make sweet-scented osmanthus cake, but the time is tight, and we have time to make it in the future. When we return to the sky, Master will make it for you again, okay?"

Jiang Muyang turned a deaf ear to it.

It suddenly occurred to him that in his previous life, before he died, he especially wanted to eat the sweet-scented osmanthus cake made for him by his master.

He didn't eat any more until he died.

What he swallowed was only the cold frost and snow, and the blood spreading from his mouth.

He should have overturned the lotus seed soup, should have raged at his master, should have deceived his master and exterminated his ancestors, and committed the following crime... He should have hysterically reprimanded his master for treating him poorly.

But Jiang Muyang felt so tired that he didn't say a word after all.

Seeing Jiang Muyang's insistence, Daoist Changyin had no choice but to give up.

After a long silence, he spoke again.

"If you want to go back to the sky, I will take you back in the name of Master."

The bowl of lotus seed soup gradually dissipated the heat in Daoist Changyin's hands, and the sweetness of the lotus seeds pressed against the tip of Jiang Muyang's tongue, slowly turning bitter.

It seems that thousands of years have passed.

Jiang Muyang smiled self-deprecatingly: "If, I say, I won't return to the sky after I die, what should you do?"

"If you refuse to go back to the sky, then I will take you home in the name of my uncle." Daoist Changyin's tone was gentle and gentle, with compassionate eyes, "Yunfeng, it's time to go home, your mother is still waiting at home."you."

"She's been waiting for you."

"Waiting for years and years."

Day after day, month after month, year after year, from day to night, and from long night to dawn, thoughts turned into wind knives and frost swords, dyed a mother's temples into frost and snow, she is no longerYouth, beauty and youth have quietly passed away long ago, but what remains unchanged is always a heart of loving children.

Jiang Muyang can hate the injustice of heaven, he can hate bad luck, he can hate anyone, anything, but he can't blame his mother.

Because his mother really loves him, and has not changed a bit for decades.

Even though he had long since changed beyond recognition and was vastly different from the past, his mother still recognized him at a glance.

Jiang Muyang pursed his lips hard.

For him, home is too far away, it is the place he once dreamed of going back to.

For so many years, he wandered around outside, his heart was ups and downs, and he struggled to survive drowning in bitter water.

So many narrow escapes, all they want is to go home one day.

But when the master said that he was going to take him home, Jiang Muyang was very confused again.

Jiang Muyang was stunned for a long time, only feeling in a trance, unable to tell whether he was Jiang Muyang or Yun Feng.

Or maybe, he is nobody, from beginning to end, he is just that lonely soul from different time and space.

Maybe, he spent his whole life and couldn't return to his original home.

"Yun Feng, my uncle has been thinking about you all these years, do you still remember this dagger?"

Daoist Changyin put down the lotus seed soup, carefully took out a dagger from his arms, held it in his palm like a treasure, his eyes flickered slightly, and his thoughts flew back to the past in an instant, "At that time, you came over excitedly and said,You and your brothers went out to hunt monsters and got a very beautiful magic core, and let a skilled craftsman inlay the magic core into this dagger."

Following Master's gaze, Jiang Muyang saw the exquisitely crafted dagger and a huge blood-red magic core inlaid on it.

The edge of the dagger's sheath had begun to fade as it seemed to be rubbed repeatedly in his hand.

"You said at that time that although my uncle has a high level of cultivation and does not need this kind of magic weapon for self-defense, I hope that when I see this dagger in the future, I will think of Yun Feng." Daoist Changyin smiled heartily when he said this, but veryQuickly, he closed his eyes again, the corners of his lips were full of bitterness.

He was afraid that Jiang Muyang would know his love for him.

I was also afraid that Jiang Muyang would not know.

The affection entangled in his heart is like a snake wandering on the grass. He is so afraid of being discovered by Jiang Muyang, and his hidden love that cannot be explained to outsiders, so much hope that Jiang Muyang can notice it.

But Jiang Mu Yangsheng is a passionate person. For Daoist Changyin, he always sees flowers through the fog, and it is difficult to see the true face.

"Every year after you left, my uncle carved a cloud on the back of the dagger... So far, I have carved fourteen clouds, and there will be no more to carve... Uncle thought, this would beStop here, and seal up the dagger from now on, and don't show it to others easily."

"And now, it's time to return it to its original owner." Daoist Changyin stuffed the dagger into Jiang Muyang's palm, and slowly closed his fingers, "In the future, I hope that when you see this dagger, you will be able to think of your uncle..”

Jiang Muyang lowered his eyes and stared at the back of the dagger, which was engraved with patterns of auspicious clouds.

If it is exactly as the master said, if there is another one, it will not be able to carve.

He recalled in a daze that when he was Jiang Muyang, when he was a child, he accidentally ran into the master holding this dagger more than once, and was so dazed that he didn't even notice that he walked by.

At that time, he would rely on his master to dote on him, coquettishly pester his master to give him the dagger as a magic weapon.

But every time he was ruthlessly rejected by the master, even severely reprimanded.When Jiang Muyang wanted it, the master refused to give it no matter what, thinking that he was not worthy.

Now that he doesn't want it anymore, the master personally delivered the dagger to his palm.

The master will not know, how much he wants to grasp the dagger at this moment, and stab the master into a sieve alive.

He clenched it vigorously, only to feel that the dagger was cold and hard, and the lines on it made his heart ache.

Going around and going around, it was his thing, and it returned to his hands after all.

Fate really played a big joke on him.

Jiang Muyang smiled and shook his head: "It's good fortune to trick people, it's really good fortune to trick people!"

He finally acquiesced, and the next morning, the master led him to Sword Sect with Yujian.

Unlike the previous trips to Sword Sect, this time Master led him back in person.

He was like a child who had been separated from his relatives for many years, he seemed a little nervous, Master kept holding his hand, comforting him over and over again, it doesn't matter, with uncle around, no one can hurt Yun Feng.

Even so, Jiang Muyang still had trouble sleeping and eating, and his nerves were tense, as if if he didn't pay attention, he would break off completely with a bang. Before the Sword Sect, he thought of countless possible situations that he might face.

But what he didn't expect was that what he was facing was the white silk hanging from top to bottom of the Sword Sect.

The entire Sword Sect seems to be shrouded in dark clouds, a gloomy mist.

Jiang Muyang's breathing suddenly became rapid, and he threw off the master's hand, almost like crazy, and rushed in desperately.

There seemed to be a fire burning in his chest, and he had almost nowhere to hide.

Countless people rushed out from inside, Jiang Muyang pushed away all the people who tried to hinder him, almost stumbled all the way, and threw himself into the main hall.

There was a mourning hall in front of his eyes. There was a coffin in the center, covered with several layers of thick white cloth, and filled with white wax on the left and right. The smell of paper money and candle flames made him almost nauseous.

Jiang Muyang's feet stopped fiercely, and he was completely stunned on the spot. His eyes were black and white for a while, he was still confused, and his face was full of disbelief.

Almost in a pleading tone, he grabbed the disciple beside him and asked in a trembling voice: "Who is the person lying inside...?"

Is it his mother, or Yun Zhao?

The disciple seemed to have seen a ghost in broad daylight, and shouted in horror: "Third...Third Young Master!"

"I'm asking you, who is the person lying in there now!" Jiang Muyang suppressed his temper, frowned tightly, and said every word, "It's the young master of your Sword Sect, it's Yun Zhao, right??”

"It's Yun Zhao, right? Why are you shaking when you talk?"

"The one lying inside is Yun Zhao. It was Yun Zhaoying who died young, not..." Instead of his mother dying of illness, it must be like this. Jiang Muyang thinks he should be happy, he should laugh,So, when he laughed, it was more miserable and desolate than when he cried, "Speak, the person lying inside is Yun Zhao, right?"

The disciple was terrified and said tremblingly: "It's not the young master, it's the old lady. I just went there last night, and I just set up the mourning hall this morning..."

"Impossible! You are lying!!" Jiang Muyang gritted his teeth, "How could it not be Yun Zhao? How could it not be him! Lie!"

But in the next moment, he heard the sound of wheels rolling from behind, and then Yun Zhao's hoarse and crying voice came: "Little uncle, you are finally back..."

Jiang Muyang only felt that the blood all over his body froze in an instant, and when he let go of his hand, the disciple fell to the ground and crawled away with hands and feet.He froze for a while, then slowly turned around.

I saw Yun Zhao sitting in a wheelchair and wearing a mask, and Sect Master Yun behind Yun Zhao.

Sect Master Yun seemed to have aged ten years overnight, his originally black hair had also been grizzled, compared with Daoist Changyin, he looked much older than Daoist Changyin.

The moment he looked up and saw Jiang Muyang, Sect Master Yun's pale lips trembled violently, and his chest heaved violently.

Then he strode forward, just when Jiang Muyang thought that he was going to rush over to fight him, and he was ready to fight back.

Sect Master Yun opened his arms and directly embraced him.

Jiang Muyang froze on the spot.

"Yun Feng, third brother, welcome home."

Welcome home.

If these words were changed in normal times, Jiang Muyang might show a sincere smile, but the place he is now is his mother's mourning hall!

After all, he came a step late and failed to see his mother for the last time.

All the strength in Jiang Muyang's body seemed to be drained in an instant. He only felt a severe pain in his heart, and his bones were working faintly. It seemed that someone had dug out his heart. After deep frying and cooking, he forced it back.

Blood bubbles gushed from his throat, and he tasted blood again.

He seemed to be standing on the top of a cliff, with the abyss behind him.

But in the darkness, he saw light spreading towards him.

"Yun Feng, don't be afraid, the second brother is here, don't be afraid, everything is up to the second brother!" Sect Master Yun hugged him tightly, fearing that he would disappear again in the next moment, "Everything in the past was just a nightmare., when you wake up from the dream, you are still the aloof young master of Sword Sect!"

Jiang Muyang was in a trance for a while, his ears were buzzing, and he didn't hear a few words that Sect Master Yun said.

After being stunned for a long time, he said softly: "I can open the coffin and take a look..."

Mother?

He wanted to see his mother, if at all.

Jiang Muyang comforted himself silently in his heart, birth, old age, sickness and death are human nature, not to mention his old mother who was old, ill for a long time, and depressed, even he himself did not know when he would die.

He thought he could comfort himself, but two big teardrops still condensed in his eyes, which were about to fall.

Sect Master Yun dispersed all the disciples, led him to the front of the coffin, opened the lid of the coffin, and revealed the people inside.

Mrs. Yun lay quietly in the coffin, her face was very serene, she even had a smile on her face, holding a picture scroll in her arms, even if she didn't open it, Jiang Muyang knew it.

His mother missed him and thought of him until she died, holding his portrait and smiling as she died.

The two teardrops finally fell down. Jiang Muyang leaned against the coffin as if weightless. After working hard for a long time, he finally cried out intermittently: "Mother... A Niang, Mother... A Niang..."

"It's Yun Feng who's back, Aniang, open your eyes and look at me, look at Yunfeng."

"Aniang, I'm not leaving again, I'm not going anywhere, and I'll stay by Mother's side from now on."

"Open your eyes and look at me."

"I am Yun Feng, I am Yun Feng! I am your Yun Feng, I am Yun Feng!"

"I'm back, I'm really back!"

Jiang Muyang felt sad and couldn't help crying. He thought he could see his mother.

I thought I could have a good talk with my mother.

But God made a joke with him again, which made him ignite a little hope, and then extinguished it instantly!

How unfair this world is!How unfair!

Let him have a home and can't go back, meet his mother but can't recognize each other, and he hasn't even seen the last time!

How unfair!

"Why did you hide it from me! Why!" Jiang Muyang turned his head suddenly, glaring at his master, "Why didn't you tell me the truth! Why didn't you tell me!"

"No! You all know it! Everyone knows it, but I don't know it!"