All-Heavens Star Chart

I don't know how long the muddleheaded ground of consciousness has been floating in the dark, maybe one day, maybe one year, Fang Yun finally felt that he was still.

A faint flame burned in the darkness, warming his soul, and gradually regaining his sense of sanity.

"Doctor Yang, how is Yun'er's situation now?"

Suddenly, an anxious female voice sounded in the dark, slowly coming in as if it were far and near In Fang Yun's consciousness.

"Who is this voice? Why do I feel so familiar, so missed?"

Fang Yun thought muddleheaded, but he hasn't waited for him to remember that familiarity Who was the owner of the voice, an even older voice came from the darkness again.

"Ms. Hui, Second Young Master just passed out because of a bludgeon on his head.

As long as you rest for a while, you will be able to recover!"

The voice has a sense of restraint, a sense of humility, and a sense of awe.

"What the hell is this? Haven't I been beheaded by Chong Yang Sect?"

Fang Yun, who is still in a trance in the dark, thought muddleheaded.

"It’s fine if it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay to trouble Dr. Yang!

Bo Liang, go to the accounting room to get some silver taels and pay the doctor Yang the consultation fee."

The familiar voice that made Fang Yun feel very cordial came from the darkness again.

After that, there was a sound of footsteps in the darkness, gradually going away, until there was no sound.

The flames continued to burn in the darkness, constantly warming Fang Yun, making his consciousness more and more sober and stronger.

Familiar voices, familiar conversations, and a strong impulse filled his chest.

"Who are they? Why are they so familiar?"

A strong pain and boundless longing burned in the soul, and Fang Yun suddenly had a strong impulse. Want to see the owner of that voice.

He tried his best to open his eyes, please beg this boundless darkness.

As if feeling Fang Yun's strong thoughts, the warm firelight suddenly burst out of the darkness, tearing open a door from the darkness.

In the depths of the portal, there is a boundless and bright world.

But seeing Fang Yun's consciousness suddenly broke into the door, moved towards the bright world rushed in.

In the next instant, Fang Yun, who was unconscious, finally opened his eyes.

In the soft candlelight, a middle-aged beautiful woman came into Fang Yun's eyes.

But seeing her sitting on the side of the bed with frowning eyebrows, she was looking at Fang Yun with worry and self-blame.

The beautiful woman is about thirty or forty years old, with a jasper hairpin on her head, and a little teardrop on her long eyelashes. She seems to have just cried.

"Mother..."

Fang Yun looked at this beautiful woman in a daze, and called out the name almost dreamily.

The face of this beautiful woman is very similar to Fang Yun’s mother, Mrs. Hua Yang, no! It's just exactly the same.

As soon as he saw Madam Huayang's face, Fang Yun's heart burst out with boundless thoughts, Fang Yun wanted to rush to hug the beautiful woman tightly.

But he is also afraid, afraid that this is an illusory dream, afraid that the moment when both of his hands hug her, she will break like a bubble.

"Yun'er, you finally woke up..."

Hearing this call, Mrs. Huayang finally came back to his senses, and her long willow eyebrows finally stretched out. There was a cry of joy on his face.

"Mother, is it really you?"

Fang Yun opened his eyes wide and looked at Mrs. Hua Yang in disbelief. Mrs. Hua Yang’s face was younger than he remembered. A lot.

"Child, it's mother, it's mother..."

Seeing that her young son was awake, Mrs. Hua Yang wept in excitement.

Then she was about to hug Fang Yun tightly in her arms.

But she seemed to have thought of something, a worried look appeared on her face again, and the eyebrows that had just been stretched frowned again.

Familiar face, warm embrace, all these finally made Fang Yun believe that all of this in front of him was not an illusion caused by excessive miss, but a real existence.

A burst of strength broke out of his body, and Fang Yun suddenly turned up from the bed, holding his mother tightly with both hands.

"mother, mother..."

Fang Yun rested on his mother's shoulders, muttering over and over again.

The familiar face in front of him gave Fang Yun an urge to cry.

Feeling Fang Yun’s abnormal emotions, Mrs. Hua Yang couldn’t help but startled, and then she gently patted Fang Yun’s back with her soft and white palm, softly comforting him: "Yun'er, you What's the matter?"

My own young son has been strong tempered since he was a child. After so many years, it is the first time that Mrs. Hua Yang has seen Fang Yun express such strong emotions.

After a few minutes of contemplation, Mrs. Hua Yang seemed to think of something.

"Okay, okay, Yun'er! Mother will not force you to go to the palace with the young masters of the princes in the future!"

But I loosened the tightness. His beautiful eyebrows lightly patted Fang Yun's back, and his voice said softly.

At this moment, Fang Yun was immersed in this familiar warm embrace.

The real touch, the real smell, the real vision, everything reminds Fang Yun that all these sights are not the hallucinations produced when he died.

Everything is like a dream.

Only Fang Yun knew in his heart that all this was true, and he had a second chance in his life.

Although Fang Yun did not understand how all this happened, he knew that he would never let this opportunity to change his fate slip away from his hands.

Feeling the warmth from his mother, Fang Yun's mood gradually calmed down. Only then did he feel a tearing pain all over his body.

Pain, sickness, imperial doctor, mother...

What happened after he woke up, instantly rushed through his mind, and gradually overlapped with the scene in his memory.

Fang Yun remembered one thing, that was when he was fourteen years old, he had a serious illness.

To be precise, it was because the child of Ping Ding Hou and Zhen Guo Hou united and beat him up.

The reason for being beaten was that Xiaoping Dinghou and Xiaoping Guohou cursed Sifanghou for being humble. Fang Yun is Sifanghou’s child and a lowly seed.

Fang Yun couldn't bear it, and even said a word, and in the end he was brutally beaten by the two of them.

This situation is not the first time, but this time is particularly ruthless.

Fang Yun was seriously ill for three days, and Mrs. Hua Yang, the mother, also invited Shangjing Imperial Doctor to treat him.

This tragic experience happened shortly after Fang Yun had just practiced Martial Dao.

It is precisely because of this incident that Fang Yun, who has just turned fourteen, has a deep aversion to this kind of struggle and Martial Dao.

So from then on, Fang Yun abandoned Martial Dao and abandoned Wu Congwen.

This incident can be said to be the source of changing Fang Yun's destiny.

Fang Yun finally determined one thing after looking at the two thin arms.

This is not a memory, but what is happening in front of him. Now he has just turned fourteen and is standing at the juncture of choosing his life's fate.

Only when you have lost it, do you know that the present is precious!

Fang Yun didn't say a word, just clinging to his mother, Mrs. Huayang.

A kind of lost and recovered happiness hit his soul, and tears finally poured out like a bank burst.

With tears pouring out, there are also memories of the past, full of pain and guilt.

"Mother, no matter what the price is paid this time, I will not let you leave me again!"

Fang Yun clenched his teeth fiercely, solemnly in the heart Swear an oath.

Whether it is mother, elder brother, or father, Fang Yun, who has lost all of his close relatives once, absolutely does not want to experience it again.

Seeing the tears on Fang Yun's face, Mrs. Hua Yang couldn't help being surprised for a while. In her impression, this child was crying in front of her for the first time!

"Good child, don't cry, you are a Fang Family man! Your father said that Fang Family men can only bleed, never cry!"

Lift up softly After gently wiping away the tear marks on Fang Yun's face with her white palms, Mrs. Huayang softly comforted: "I have been in a coma for three days, Yun'er must be hungry now, mother will go and make up for you. Here comes the porridge!"

Ms. Hua Yang helped Fang Yun to lie down again, and walked out the door quickly and a composed bearing.

When the silhouette of the mother Mrs. Huayang walked out of the room, Fang Yun lay quietly on the bed, staring silently at the pattern above the wooden bed, his eyes lost.

In just one day, Fang Yun experienced the bereavement of his father and his mother, the sorrow of the family ransacking the clan, and the joy of rebirth as a young man and choosing his destiny.

His joy and compassion have already made him exhausted.

However, when he was about to close his eyes and cultivate his spirit, suddenly, he felt the strangeness in his mind.