C11 How Strong Are Your Memories 10

The sky was blue, the sky cloudless, the sun scorching the sky. The golden light shone on the earth, and wherever it shone, there was a vigorous and vigorous life.

Swoosh swoosh.

Under the shade of a large tree, a man was sweating profusely with a determined look in his eyes. The man was practicing his swordplay. The training was even more boring, but he was extremely serious. Every movement he made was like a textbook. Chopping, chopping, piercing, picking, he did almost every simple action a thousand times. The most eye-catching thing was the greatsword in his hand. The sword was even longer than he was. Every time he picked up the sword, his body would sink. From this, it could be seen that the sword was not light at all.

On another tree beside the tree, a purple-clothed woman sat upright. Every time her gaze landed on that man, a trace of satisfaction flashed across her eyes. He then shook his head, closed his eyes and began his cultivation.

A man and a woman were undoubtedly Huang Yi Hua and Shu Meng. Twenty days had passed since the last battle. Shu Meng brought Huang Yi Hua to a secluded place to recuperate. Ten days ago, Huang Yi Hua's wounds were more or less healed as well.

For the first time in ten days, Shu Meng looked at Huang Yi Hua in a different light. Since the day before yesterday, Huang Yi Hua had asked Shu Meng to strengthen his training. She rejected Huang Yi Hua's idea the moment he said it. It seemed to her that he was thankful for his weak physique to be able to endure. If he had to practice harder, he would probably have already fallen before the practice was completed.

However, Huang Yi Hua's actual actions told him of his determination. There was an extraordinary tenacity in his small frame, and how many times she thought he was going to fall, but in the end he fought to finish what she had arranged. After training, she could not bear to see him lying on the ground like a dead dog. Thus, he couldn't help but use his own true essence to stimulate his body. Even so, he still couldn't help but stare wide-eyed at Huang Yi Hua's powerful recovery ability. Because on the second day, he always stood up in high spirits while Wu Shengfeng followed her instructions and finished each task one by one.

Whoosh!

Huang Yi Hua exhaled a long breath before greedily inhaling a breath of air. A slight chill followed the air and entered his lungs, nourishing his bones. He greedily looked at the sky, and his eyes immediately became determined again. The veins on his hand bulged and he let out a loud shout. "Chi!" The heavy sword that was stabbed into the ground was carried on his back. His legs bent slightly, and he immediately recovered. He could no longer feel anything unusual.

Dong, dong, dong.

With every step, it seemed as if the ground was trembling. He only saw a figure running while carrying a heavy weight around the forest.

A thousand, two thousand, ten thousand meters before he stopped. He was out of breath.

"Catch."

With a shout, a small shadow flashed by. Just as it was about to flash past his eyes, his hand suddenly grabbed forward. A small red fruit appeared in his hand.

His face was covered in sweat, and his face was covered in a smile. He didn't even pry the fruit out, but directly put it into his mouth. It grew to the size of a blood basin, and one third of the fruit was bitten into his mouth.

Awesome! Huang Yi Hua felt as if his body was about to fly up into the sky. The pores all over his body opened up as he sucked in large mouthfuls of the surrounding air. He swallowed the liquid from the fruit with a 'shua shua' sound.

Gu dong.

The fruit that he had yet to chew had already been swallowed into his stomach. His exhausted body seemed to have regained its vitality. He clenched his fists, and all the energy that had been lost returned.

When he looked at the fruit again, the look in his eyes was a little different. His eyes glowed with a fiery light, as if the fruit in his hand was not a fruit, but a peerless treasure. After a small bite, the fruit's sweetness coiled around her. Suddenly he hated himself for swallowing a third of the wine like a cow chewing peony.

After eating the fruit, all of his energy returned. He even had the feeling that his body was filled with energy, as if he wanted to scream into the sky.

"Hey, Shu Meng, do you have more?"

Seeing the glint in Bai Cai's eyes, Shu Meng's eyes turned white as she pouted coquettishly, "Do you think that just because Bai Cai wants it doesn't mean he doesn't want it?" I walked the whole forest before I found this jujube fruit. Not only was it sweet and refreshing, eating it also allowed him to quickly recover his strength. "I didn't think that there would be such a good thing in this place, but just one was eaten by you."

Huang Yi Hua chuckled in embarrassment as he scratched his head before going to the side to train.

Having recovered his physical strength, Huang Yi Hua worked even harder.

Frog jumps thousands of meters, squats down 3000 meters, sits up 2000 meters …

The sun in the sky gradually tilted before finally leaving the world reluctantly after being bade farewell by Yu Hui. The ground was covered by a black veil, making it difficult to see clearly.

The silver moonlight shone down on the land, covering it with a layer of cloth. It was extremely beautiful.

Within the forest, Huang Yi Hua and Shu Meng were gathered in front of a bonfire, each holding a beast's thigh. Huang Yi Hua couldn't conceal the smile on his face as he strenuously chewed on the thigh in his hand. He felt that this was the best delicacy in the world. Because today's game was all from him, a wild dog.

"Yi Hua, show me your sword."

Hearing this, Huang Yi Hua wiped the grease off the corner of his mouth and with a thought, an ancient and exquisite sword appeared in his hand.

Shu Meng was also frightened by the sword in his hand. It had already been two years, but she had never seen Huang Yi Hua use a sword before. But when she saw the treasured sword in Huang Yi Hua's hand, her eyes widened. Especially the vast Qi on the sword, she deeply understood that this treasured sword was definitely not simple.

Almost every night, she would take a look at the treasured sword from Huang Yi Hua's hands. However, no image of this treasured sword could be seen in his mind.

"Could it be that I guessed wrongly? This is only an ordinary treasure sword?"

Very quickly, she rejected this idea. Although she never knew what the sword looked like. However, she had an intuition that the sword in her hand was the divine sword. This sudden thought caused Shu Meng to jump in fright. Looking at the sword in his hand, he could see the exquisite patterns on it. It was as if all the living creatures were about to run out of the sword.

Divine sword?

As Shu Meng's thoughts drifted into the distance, a godly sword mysteriously appeared in Huang Yi Hua's hand. Was his identity really as simple as he said it was?

Endless questions puzzled her. She closed her eyes and the memories of the hundreds of days and nights with Huang Yi Hua surfaced in her mind. Even her blurry memories had become so clear. She still remembered the first time she saw his charred face. Later, when he was depressed, and later …

"Where did Iowa come from?"

There were too many questions. He shook his head and decided not to think about it anymore.

"Yi Hua, you … Do you remember the past? "

Huang Yi Hua's mouth was filled with food as he replied in a muffled voice while nodding his head at the same time.

"Then do you know the history of this sword?"

Huang Yi Hua took the sword and swept his gaze across the sword. His gaze contained hatred, pain, bitterness, and all sorts of clarity. It was as if the sea had rushed into his heart, and all the memories from the past poured into his mind.

In the past few days, he had studied this sword quite a bit. In the beginning, he was also curious as to how this sword had appeared in his hands.

The more he looked at it, the more familiar it felt. He felt like he had seen it somewhere before. But the time he had spent with the sword was very short. Where was it? All of a sudden, his face turned deathly pale, and his previously forgotten memories surged like a tide, unstoppable.

That was the place. The place he would never want to think about. The beauty of his life had vanished from somewhere, and that gentle, beautiful face could only remain in his memory.

Multicolored clouds, the love in my heart!

Seeing the pain on Huang Yi Hua's face, Shu Meng wanted to say something, but stopped herself. She wanted to stop him, but no words came out. How familiar had he been with this expression? Hadn't it been on his face all those first days and nights?

A light breeze blew past, and the past drifted away with the wind. However, there were some things that were standing there like mountains. As his thoughts returned to reality, Huang Yi Hua looked at the sword in his hand, his eyes fixated on the two ancient words on the sword hilt.

Feeling the uneven handwriting, it was so intimate. How long had it been since he had seen such a font? The familiar calligraphy characters came out and drove into the city as smoothly as before.

Chengying.

Two words suddenly popped up in his mind.

Huang Yi Hua's eyes widened as he didn't understand what that meant. However, he soon understood that these two ancient characters were carved on the sword hilt.

Shadow? Huang Yi Hua asked silently, his eyes unsettled.

A shiver ran down his spine, and Huang Yi Hua's eyes suddenly became clear and bright. Since it had already appeared here, then was the other sword he saw in that strange place also here?

But they did not appear. No matter how hard he tried, it was all in vain!

The sword in his hand turned over, then a silver light shone upon his face, flickering and dimming.

Looking at Shu Meng, Huang Yi Hua said a little erratically: "Do you want to hear a story?