Ding Mu woke up again under the sunlight. When he opened his eyes, he saw the clay figure placed on the head of the bed. At first, he was stunned for a moment, but after a while he remembered that it was Lin Shihui's clay figure.

Since he used a wooden stick to practice Guizhen Sword that night and was blown by that gust of wind, Ding Mu's perception of the outside world seemed to have changed and became dull.

Lin Shihui was the Taoist companion he chose on Earth. He came to Qianlanxing with him. No matter what happened, Ding Mu should not forget Lin Shihui. However, when he got up, he saw Lin Shihui's statue, and his brain appeared for a moment, as if he had forgotten who Lin Shihui was.

This is a very bad omen, which makes Ding Mu frown.

Less than a month after he was here, he had such an obvious reaction. If he had been living in this village, he would have really forgotten everything.

This can't continue. Ding Mu had to find a way to break through this secret realm. Then he thought of Lao Li, but after some confusion, he still did not go to Lao Li's wooden house, but continued to make clay people outside the wooden house.

Since this secret realm wants to erase his memory, he will continue to deepen his memory and see who can beat whom!

At this time, Lin Shihui was like an anchor point in Ding Mu's memory. As long as he saw Lin Shihui's clay figure, Ding Mu could remember all this, and then he knew that he was still in the secret realm. He had to find ways to break through the secret realm and find the way out of here.

At present, in addition to deepening his memory of Lin Shihui, Ding Mu could not think of any other way.

The clay was pinched into Lin Shihui's appearance, roasted it with fire, and then carved it with pointed wooden sticks. Ding Mu did it very seriously, as if he wanted to carve every detail of Lin Shihui into the clay statue.

From morning to night, Ding Mu did not stop at all. Six Lin Shihui, who were completely different in shape, appeared beside him. Some were wearing professional clothes, exuding mature charm; some wore pajamas, adding a little charm; some held a long sword and were full of heroism; some were sad and pity...

These are the appearance of Lin Shihui that Ding Mu once saw. Now only Lin Shihui is left in his mind, and no one else is left.

When night fell, several children came up.

"Uncle Ding Mu, who is the statue you carved?"

"A friend."

"No, why do I look at this statue exactly the same as Wang Erhua at the west entrance of the village?"

"Wang Erhua at the west entrance of the village?"

Ding Mu's heart tightened, and then Wang Erhua's appearance appeared in his mind. It turned out that he was really nine points similar to Lin Shihui!!

He had never noticed before that there was a person at the west entrance of the village who looked so similar to Lin Shihui. It was not until today that these children mentioned that he suddenly realized that the clay figures I made were all Wang Erhua at the entrance of the village.

"Yes, Wang Erhua is so beautiful. When I grow up, I will marry her as a wife."

Ding Mu smiled, "Then you have to grow up quickly, too."

"It's almost done. I'm fifteen years old. My mother said that in another year, I will grow up and be able to find a wife."

The child did not look shy on his face when he spoke, as if everything was natural, and the child next to him did not make a fuss.

"Uncle Ding Mu, can you give me this clay man? I want to take it home and put it on the head of the bed. In another year, I will ask my mother to go to Wang Erhua's house to propose marriage."

Ding Mu nodded subconsciously, and the child was not polite, so he grabbed Lin Shihui's statue and was about to leave.

At this time, Ding Mu suddenly felt a palpitation, as if something was about to disappear from his memory. He hurriedly grabbed the child with one hand, and his hands were extremely forceful, and his knuckles began to turn white.

"You can't leave!"

"Uncle Ding Mu, you hurt me." The child's eyes were filled with tears.

Ding Mu was unmoved at all, his eyes became cold, "Put down the clay man, she is not Wang Erhua!"

The child said, "What did you say? This is Wang Erhua! Wang Erhua at the west entrance of the village."

Ding Mu snorted coldly and chopped off the clay man from the children, grabbed the wooden stick next to him, and drove away the children with great force.

"Let's go! Let's go!!"

When the children saw Ding Mu suddenly get angry, they didn't dare to stay here, and ran away in a moment.

Ding Mu looked at the clay man in his hand, and the expression on his face became colder. Is this secret realm so difficult?

These innocent and innocent children have become weapons to assimilate him.

If he hadn't woken up at a critical moment, Lin Shihui's statue would have been taken away by them.

In this case, Lin Shihui's statue is not just a statue, but represents Ding Mu's memory of Lin Shihui. If Lin Shihui's statue is taken away, then Lin Shihui will no longer be in Ding Mu's memory, and Wang Erhua at the west entrance of the village will be replaced!

This feeling is very bad. This secret realm always attacks Ding Mu inadvertently. This time he can wake up, what about the next time?

What about next time?

He can wake up many times, but if he gets hit once, he may be doomed!

This time, Ding Mu also felt powerless because he didn't know how to break through this secret realm. Could he really be assimilated by this village and spend his whole life here like an ordinary person?

This is not the ending Ding Mu wants. He wants to break through the secret realm and leave here.

This seemingly free and easy village is actually a huge trap.

This is not the life Ding Mu wants. He pursues freedom and freedom, rather than being confused like an ordinary person.

Being free and easy requires strong strength to support it.

Thinking of this, Ding Mu picked up the wooden stick again. Since this secret realm has tried every means to make him forget the past and be assimilated by this village, he has to fight to the end and see who can win in the end.

Guizhen Sword, Guizhen Sword!!

Only by returning to nature can one use the strongest sword of Return to the truth.

Now, he is truly returning to nature, so why not practice the sword of Rewarding the Realm here?

The gray figure he encountered in the sword tomb appeared in his mind. The sword he used by the gray figure kept replaying in Ding Mu's mind, once, again, again.

Ding Mu closed his eyes and carefully realized every sword that the gray figure cast. His hands kept moving, and he kept trying to cast the Guizhen Sword.

Until late at night, no sound came from the village. Ding Mu felt tired, put down the branches, took Lin Shihui's statue and returned to the wooden house to rest.

The next day, before Ding Mu opened his eyes, he heard the voice of a woman outside.

"The young man of the Ding family, I am Wang Po, today I will tell you a marriage."

Ding Mu frowned, what about the marriage?

As he got up and walked out of the wooden house, Wang Po's face had a strong smile, "The young man of the Ding family, Wang Erhua at the entrance of the village is now at the age of getting married, she is beautiful and very compatible with you. Why not tell me to have a good time and ask for a wife for you, how about it?"

Lin Shihui's figure appeared in Ding Mu's mind and nodded subconsciously, "Okay, thank you, Wang Po."
Chapter completed!