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The Mozun held a strange object in his hand.

This thing looked a bit like a low-quality bronze mirror for ladies, but it was clearer than all the bronze mirrors he had seen before.

His current face was reflected in the copper mirror, a boy who looked to be eight or nine years old, with a yellow and thin face, a blood-stained cloth strip on the top of his head, one eye was black and swollen, and he could tell at a glance that he had been beaten.

Two hours ago, he was pierced through the heart by Kong Lian with the Wu Jian sword. He looked at the person he trusted the most with a cold expression, and stared at himself with eyes full of hatred.

"Kong Lian, you--" The expression of the Demon Lord who intimidated both good and evil in the martial arts world changed a few times, and he spit out a mouthful of black blood.

"Devil, ten years ago you killed more than [-] members of my Kong family. I endured ten years and today will get revenge!"

Under the sword eyebrows, there is a pair of eyes that wish to cut him into pieces.

"The Kong family..." His eyes were filled with astonishment, he frowned and thought for a moment while enduring the severe pain in his chest, "There is no Kong family."

For a moment, Kong Lian's eyes were filled with anger and anger, which almost disturbed his blood.

"Kong Shaoxia, why bother talking nonsense with him, kill this devil!" The so-called upright head stood beside the elder of the evil sect, and they turned into twin trees of twin lotuses with the same spirit.They accused him of crimes together, clamoring to cut him into pieces.

Mozun looked at the several sects in front of him, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.At that time, hundreds of members of my family were wiped out, just for the non-existent secret treasure handed down by the predecessors. The young man who lost his parents was taken in by the hypocritical sect, and then he was framed for stealing things and kicked out of the sect. Abolished by the sect master.

He quietly looked at all the sects present, and finally his eyes fell on Kong Lian, who was almost out of control. He wanted to say that he had followed me for ten years, why he still didn't make progress.

But before he could open his mouth, his heart was shattered by the palm of the Kongtong sect's head, and his whole body floated ten feet away, and finally fell off the cliff and fell into the deep pool.

He thought that he was bound to die, but he didn't expect to wake up and become the boy he is now.

When he woke up, he found that he was wet all over, and he was hugged by a middle-aged man in strange clothes, and he shouted as he ran, "Xun Xun, don't talk, dad will go home and stop the bleeding!"

He only felt a sharp pain in his forehead, but he still remained awake. The middle-aged man took him home and put him on a bed covered with duckling sheets, and then took many things from the cabinet, first He sprinkled some wine-smelling maroon liquid on his wound, and then skillfully sprinkled the hemostatic powder.

Disinfection, hemostasis and bandaging, the action is done in one go.

It turned out to be a native doctor—he was slightly relieved.

His eyes immediately fell on the four parts of the room, a half-old wardrobe, a square table, and two bamboo chairs made of bamboo, and a strange portrait stuck on some gray walls, This family must be poor, he thought to himself.

Lu Yecheng looked at his son's eyes and felt a little strange. He just went to the town to get medicine, but on the way back, he saw Lu Qiang from the same village running over anxiously and said to him, "Brother Lu, Lu Xun, Lu Xun fell into the river!"

His heart tightened, and he followed Lu Qiang to the scene of the accident, squeezed into the crowd, and found his son lying there covered in blood, his heart felt as if it had been gouged out by a knife.

"Yecheng, your son's head was hit by a big rock at the bottom of the river, you should take him to the hospital immediately," the surrounding villagers kindly reminded.

……

"Son? How are you feeling now? Are you dizzy?" Lu Yecheng asked carefully, staring at his son's face.

But Lu Xun looked at him with strange eyes, which were full of vigilance and anxiety.

The next sentence made Lu Yecheng's brain snap off.

"Who are you and where is this place?"

……

For a moment, Lu Yecheng thought that his son had become a fool, and he didn't even cry because of such a big wound on his forehead, but he never expected that his son would lose his memory. Asked five times: "Son, do you really not remember that I am your father! Do you remember who you are!?"

Mozun shook his head. He couldn't and didn't want to explain his identity. He thought he was going to die, but he didn't expect that he would be reborn on this boy. Since it was destiny to let him live again, he must use the name Lu Xun to live well. live on.

Lu Yecheng stood up abruptly, opened the door and ran out.

A skinny old man with gray hair just came in from the outer door. This man was Lu Xun's grandfather Lu Lianggui.

He just heard the news of his grandson's accident and hurried over, just in time to see his son walking out, and immediately asked: "How is Xun Xun! What's going on!"

"Dad--" Lu Yecheng was such an adult, he suddenly choked up when he saw his old father, "Xun Xun hit his head, he doesn't even recognize me!"

"What--" Lu Lianggui suddenly felt that he could not breathe well, he stumbled, and almost fell down.

"Dad, take care of Xun Xun first, I'll go out and borrow some money." Lu Yecheng rushed outside.

When Lu Lianggui walked into the house, he found the gauze on his grandson's forehead, and felt distressed.

"Xun Xun, how did you do this! Why are you so naughty, why don't you go home after school and go to the river to play!"

Lu Lianggui first taught a few words out of anger, and when he saw that his grandson ignored him, he asked tentatively, "I am your grandfather, do you remember me?"

Lu Xun just glanced at him, before he could think of anything to say, he heard footsteps, Lu Yecheng rushed in from the door, and said to Lu Xun's grandfather while packing his things: "Dad, I will take Xun Xun to the county seat." Check it out at the hospital."

After speaking, he picked up Lu Xun, went out and went directly to the entrance of the village.

Lu Xun sat on Lu Yecheng's lap, feeling a little stiff. He was sitting in a rectangular iron box with four wheels. What made him curious was that the box could move forward automatically without any horses driving it in front.

The scenery outside the window is like a tide rushing back. The houses on both sides of the road are tall and strange, which have no resemblance to the white walls and red tiles of his dynasty.

The little girl sitting next door kept staring at Lu Xun's forehead curiously.

Lu Yecheng said to Lu Xun: "Son, if you feel dizzy, go to sleep, at least two hours before you arrive at the county seat."

Lu Xun didn't want to go to sleep at first, but after all, this body was that of a child, and his head was still injured. During the long and silent car ride, he finally fell asleep.

……

"Doctor, how is my son?" Lu Yecheng asked worriedly.

"According to the examination report, there is no congestion in the head. As for why the memory is lost, the internal structure of the brain is very complicated, or which cranial nerve was implicated by the concussion, although the probability of memory loss is very low. But it can also happen..."

The doctor took a look at Lu Xun, his eyes were a little startled, the child was injured and didn't cry, make noise, or cry out in pain, which is a bit abnormal.

"Then is it possible to recover his memory?" Lu Yecheng asked hastily.

"It depends on him. We doctors are not omnipotent. You should pay more attention during your time as a father." The gray-haired doctor was chatty, but he still had a good heart.

"The wound has been treated, remember to change the dressing every two or three days."

Seeing that Lu Yecheng went out with the doctor to get the medicine, Lu Xun immediately got up from the bed and stood by the window looking out at the scenery outside the building curiously. This place should be the medical center of this world. The old man in mourning clothes just took the medicine. Moving back and forth on his forehead with tweezers and scissors, he almost couldn't help but want to fight back bloodthirsty.

The windows made of transparent materials can not only keep out the wind and rain, but also keep the room bright. Lu Xun stared at himself reflected on the glass window in a daze.

Thin and fragile body, plump facial features are acceptable, but if you grow up, you should not be a wretched and mouse-eyed person.

And the most important thing is that this child is a good root in martial arts.

In his previous life, because his martial arts were abolished by his master, he was unable to practice the orthodox inner skills. He could only practice the nine-turn magic art of reversing the meridians. Every time he entered a level, the meridians in his whole body were like ten thousand ants. Biting, biting, and cutting into pieces is painful, and if you don't eat, every month, your whole body's meridians will burst and you will die.

In this life, he will not touch the magic skills, but change to other inner skills, just to strengthen his body and protect the people around him; Ordinary people.

After Lu Yecheng took the medicine, he wanted to squat down and hug Lu Xun again.

Unexpectedly, his son dodged his arm, Lu Yecheng was taken aback, lowered his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

Lu Xun's eyes fell on Lu Yecheng's arm: "What's wrong with your hand?"

When Lu Xun woke up, he found that the man's right hand had been severely injured, and he could not straighten it and exert force.

A trace of sadness flashed in Lu Yecheng's eyes, and he immediately explained: "When Dad was young, he accidentally broke his arm."

After finishing speaking, he didn't want to say any more, and changed the subject: "Didn't you always want to eat Ken Xun Xun? Dad will take you to eat it."

……

Lu Xun didn’t know if the food in this world was so bad, or if it was just this Ken X that was so bad, such greasy and flour-coated food was so popular, they actually waited for a long time before finding a place to eat it. .

"Xun Xun, don't you want to eat?" Lu Yecheng looked at the chicken leg bitten by his son. In fact, he didn't like to eat this food, and he rarely let his son eat it, but because it was his son who nagged in his ear before. After a long time, he still brought him to eat.

Lu Xun shook his head, reluctantly took a sip of the hot milk in the cup.

Lu Yecheng didn't mind eating the chicken leg that Lu Xun took a bite of, and then packed up the rest, planning to take it home for dinner.