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Tang Ming accidentally fell to the ground.

The sword in the mysterious person's hand was especially beautiful. The sword's body was long and slender, and from Tang Ming's perspective, it was a flexible sword that was completely different from his own. As the red-clothed mysterious person waved it around, it gave off a particularly gorgeous feeling.

However, Tang Ming could feel that this flexible sword was at the same level as the will in Tang Ming's hand.

The only thing that could match the Brilliant Heart was the Nebula Sword in the hands of the Fleeting Blade Master.

It was rumored that the Fleeting Blade was dressed in red, a mask. Could it be that the annihilation of the Tang Clan Castle had something to do with the Fleeting Blade?

Little Tang Ming was currently just a powerless kid. He had no way to fight against the famous Fleeting Blade. Just as he was about to raise his sword, a blue figure appeared in front of Tang Ming, blocking him.

"Fleeting …"

Su Ruyue?

Tang Ming looked at Su Ruyue, who was standing in front of him, in surprise. He did not know why Su Ruyue would interfere.

However, even if Su Ruyue had arrived, the Fleeting Blade Master did not stop her. The Fleeting Blade Master did not have the slightest trace of mercy as he attacked Su Ruyue, using the most ordinary technique of the Fleeting Sword Art.

"Jing Hong, wake up, wake up!" Su Ruyue was extremely anxious. She did not expect that the Fleeting Blade Master would be in such a terrible state. Unlike the fearful Su Ruyue, although the Fleeting Blade Master was not even fifty percent of her combat strength, her body's instincts were still there.

"Mm …"

Su Ruyue looked at the Fleeting Swordsman in disbelief, "Fleeting … "Big brother …"

The beautiful body of the sword was inserted into Su Ruyue's body. The silver sword was pulled out from Su Ruyue's body with not a drop of blood on it.

Under the blood-red moon, Tang Ming looked through Little Tang Ming's eyes and saw the nebula being raised high towards him.

White fog appeared in Tang Ming's eyes once more.

After an unknown amount of time, Tang Ming wandered around in the white mist for an unknown amount of time before finally falling into a deep sleep.

"Brother Tang Ming, brother Tang Ming?"

Tang Ming opened his eyes and saw that phoenix wood's slender eyes were looking at him. Tang Ming rubbed his temples and asked, "How long have I slept for?"

"Brother Tang Ming still remembers me?" Feng Mu opened his mouth in disappointment. When he saw Tang Ming nod his head, his eyes dimmed where Tang Ming couldn't see them. Then, he excitedly said, "Okay, the rumors about you seeing Grandma Meng's Soup aren't very believable. Oh, right, Big Brother Tang Ming, how do you feel right now?"

Tang Ming was still in the midst of being distracted by his thoughts after drinking Grandma Meng's Elixir. For a moment, he didn't respond to Feng Mu's question. It was only when Feng Mu repeated his question that Tang Ming finally reacted.

"Not yet." As Tang Ming said this, he felt a furry little fellow crawl into his sleeve and into his chest. Tang Ming helplessly lifted the little guy up and looked at the small white ball: "Little guy."

"Squeak squeak squeak ~ ~"

The little guy wagged his tail, looking like he was trying to curry favor with Zhang Xuan.

"You little fellow, did you reach the acme level?" Tang Ming rubbed the little fox's nose. The little fox wagged its tail, ignoring Tang Ming's words.

On the other hand, it was Feng Mu who spoke up for the little fox and explained, "Big brother Tang Ming, this fellow is a Spirit Fox." On the other hand, Feng Mu spoke up for the little fox and explained, "Big brother Tang Ming, this guy is a Spirit Fox.

"Hmm?" Tang Ming looked at Feng Mu, who knew that Tang Ming might have thought he had recovered his memories. He smiled and said, "I don't know why, but this annoying fox's memories suddenly popped into my head."

"Is that so?" Tang Ming was noncommittal.

However, with regards to the current situation, it was evident that Feng Tian recovering his memories was much more beneficial to Tang Ming than not having them. Thus, Tang Ming hoped that Feng Tian would recover his memories as soon as possible.

"Brother Tang Ming, why don't you try circulating your Qi and see if Grandma Meng's Elixir is as miraculous as the rumors said." Feng Mu didn't seem to see the thoughts in Tang Ming's eyes.

Seeing the face of the person in front of him, Tang Ming couldn't help but think of Red Cherry.

Tang Ming remembered that Tang Ming and Red Cherry had said that she had a younger brother. Could it be that the Holy Sect's Sect Leader, Feng Tian, was Red Cherry's younger brother?

If this were the case...

Tang Ming put this matter aside and put his thoughts on Grandma Meng.

After the memories in his head were replayed, Tang Ming had a faint guess.

Grandma Meng's Elixir did indeed have the ability to improve one's physique and stimulate one's memory. However, it was not only able to make one lose their memories, but also stimulate them to recall their memories.

Tang Ming could faintly feel that the memory of him losing the Tang family's castle was not some foreign object that was used for him. Rather, it was something he did not wish to recall.

After all, those memories were hard for a two year old child to accept.

So, because he didn't want to remember, he sealed such a memory, and for some reason, his Master and Martial Uncle didn't awaken it at the most suitable time.

If it wasn't for the fact that he coincidentally encountered Hua Yu, Tang Ming felt that it was possible that he would never know of his past life. Moreover, through the stimulation of Mrs. Meng's soup, Tang Ming remembered most of his memories of that year.

So, was it really the Fleeting Swordsman who had annihilated the entire Tang Family's castle?

No, that's not right. The Fleeting Blade was clearly under someone's control at that time.

Tang Ming pursed his lips. He knew that the following matters would involve the various powers, but it was still not something that he could deal with now.

Tang Ming had always known that even though he was the leader among the younger generation, he was still far too weak when compared to those powers.

"Brother Tang Ming, brother Tang Ming?" Feng Mu pushed Tang Ming, revealing a pitiful expression. "I've already told you so many times, why haven't you answered me?"

"Nothing." Tang Ming smiled and said, "I'll meditate first. How about A'Mu protecting me?"

"Yes." Feng Mu thought for a moment and then hid the pure malice in his eyes. The little fox's fur immediately stood up.

Tang Ming did not take the little fox's abnormality to heart. Instead, he nodded at Feng Mu, immediately abandoning all distracting thoughts as he sat down to meditate.

A very strange feeling of warmth flowed through Tang Ming's meridians, as if Tang Ming's physique had been imperceptibly improved. Tang Ming had a pure Yang body constitution, and was an excellent physique for martial arts practice. Naturally, it was impossible for Grandma Meng's soup to instantly affect Tang Ming's body.

Tang Ming was sure that if he were to suffer from any hidden injuries or poisoning in the future, he wouldn't have to worry about anything in this area.

Tang Ming let out a long sigh and opened his eyes.

As expected of Grandma Meng's Elixir.