Chapter 257 (1/2)

Mo Chen can see how tangled Ning Yu is.

Not Ning Yu seven emotions and six desires all write on the face, is not such a thing, Ning Yu is not so stupid.

It's about He felt it.

Although Ning Yu expression is calm and calm, but the breath of the whole body is not steady.

In the past, if Mo Chen had paid attention to it, he could have detected it. But now, for him, Ning Yu has engraved the four characters ”I have something on my mind” on his face and body, just like the light in the dark.

Ning Yu shows him his compass.

Unlike the previous time, the compass has no sense, just like standing in a wilderness without mechanism.

Of course, it can't be that his compass is broken. It can only be said that the array of reflux mountain is not correct. It is said that even if the array is completely destroyed, the remaining array eyes will not disappear. What's more, Huihui mountain is also a treasure land with abundant aura. Even if there is no array, the compass will not have no response to the earth's veins and aura.

So now this situation seems normal, but actually it is very abnormal.

Mo Chen only looked at one eye, then cast his eyes to the distance.

In his eyes, the backflow mountain seems both familiar and strange.

His eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the vast rain and fog and see places that no one else could see.

Huihui mountain has four distinct seasons. It is full of flowers in spring, green in summer, yellow leaves in autumn and snow in winter.

It's not too early or too late. Therefore, the most equitable thing in the world is time. Whether you are an emperor or a beggar, you have the same length of time and the same speed. Even the universe, flowers, birds, insects and fish, no one is exception.

But now in his eyes, time seems to be torn together by an invisible hand. From autumn to winter, from spring to summer, time changes rapidly, just like this mountain changing clothes quickly -

that is the scene in stubborn memory.

It is the past that he once experienced in the return mountain.

His consciousness has been trapped in this mountain. After the demon dragon was trapped and killed, he stayed here without leaving.

In this long time, he forgot who he was, where he came from and where he could go.

He didn't even know who his enemy was.

What fills in these gaps is the four seasons of the year in the Huihui mountain.

At first he could neither see nor hear, nor feel.

Later, he could hear all kinds of subtle and rich sounds. What he heard for the first time in his impression was the light rain in the spring night, just like now. The voice is continuous, peaceful and peaceful, as if time is going to solidify in this moment.

Later, he gradually saw the return of the mountain in summer, which was green and intoxicating. Then, as if in the blink of an eye, the mountains and fields were covered with golden yellow by the west wind. Large and large leaves whirled down, fell on the ground, fell in the water, fell at the bottom of the stream, and accumulated a thick layer; then came the long winter, the mountains were particularly lonely and lonely, the mountains were frozen, and the ice and snow seemed never to melt.

He didn't remember when he began to think, what is it like in the distance? What is behind the rolling hills? What was it like there.

But he couldn't move. He could only think about it like this, but he couldn't get over it and couldn't see it.