‘Thousands of miles away from poverty, and a city scatters the lonely smoke.’

‘The water in the craftsman shop is boiling, and the iron is broken!’

Ten years ago, the demon tide swept across Jiuzhou, and the corpses on earth were everywhere and blood flowed into rivers. All the elites of the human race were released but they could not stop the demon race. Until half a year ago, the demon race came to Dadong Mountain leading to Luzhou, and the decisive battle between the two tribes began.

A blacksmith named Ye Mingcheng suddenly emerged and smashed the entire Dadong Mountain with one hammer. The demon clan stopped, and the surging waves that had lasted for ten years finally faded.

This limerick poem that has just been spread throughout Jiuzhou is a blacksmith Ye who has been fighting iron in Guyan City, Seizhou for 33 years.

Since then, the barren states, which were originally regarded as a land of abandonment by the Luzhou people, were overcrowded, and the unfamous Guyan City became a holy place in the hearts of countless practitioners overnight.

In the early morning, the gate of Guyan City, located on the dry plain, was pushed open, and a carriage made of precious black iron slowly drove out, and a father and daughter followed closely behind.

Two maroon horses pulled the heavy carriage forward for ten steps and stopped, looking back together as if waiting for the owner to get on the car.

The Emperor and the Demon Emperor disappeared from Jiuzhou together. In one battle, Ye Cheng, who had led the coquettishness for a hundred years, pulled his stubborn daughter and sighed helplessly.

Ye Cheng is rough in appearance, not only has his beard on his face, but also has oil stains left on the front of his clothes when he will eat.

Beside him is his only daughter Ye Ningshuang.

Ye Ningshuang is ten years old this year, and was born in the year when the demon tide came. Although she understood that her sloppy father seemed to have done something amazing, it had nothing to do with her family status, nor whether she was leaving or staying.

So Ye Ningshuang, who looked completely different from Ye Cheng, stared at the eyes that looked like stars and said seriously and seriously: "You are so sloppy, I'm leaving, who will wash your clothes?"

Ye Cheng was embarrassed when he heard this, scratched his messy hair and said, "It's not important to wash clothes, your future is more important."

Ye Ningshuang was young and naturally didn't know the whole path of cultivation. She opened her mouth and asked again: "Who cooks for you?"

Ye Cheng also felt reluctant to leave. His daughter almost managed his daily life for the past three years, but because of her spiritual roots, she was born in Ice. If she wanted to practice magical powers in the future, it would naturally be the magical powers of the ice.

And he? Everyone knows that after thirty-three years of ironwork, he suddenly realized that he was practicing weapons and magical powers, so he naturally taught his daughter something. Therefore, he contacted Fuxue Gate among the six gates of Yanyu. He hoped that the brothers of Fuxue Gate could carefully teach him the pearl in his palm.

Before this, he had a full month of ideological education, and only then did he coax Ye Ningshuang to the outside of the city gate today. Ye Cheng knew that he had to be cruel now, and only in this way could he send Ye Ningshuang away.

So, Ye Cheng's face darkened, and his whole temperament changed in vain, as if he had returned to the front of Dadong Mountain.

Ye Ningshuang raised her little face and looked at her father's rare and serious look, and said Wuxu: "I am your daughter, why are you pretending to be in front of me?"

Ye Cheng suddenly became depressed, sighed helplessly again, but raised his finger and pointed it at the sky.

Ye Ningshuang raised her pretty face and saw the sky that had already made people accustomed to it, like the sun and the moon, which was the huge crack in the sky.

Ye Cheng said earnestly: "Tianyan is the dream place for human cultivation. People always have to pursue it for a lifetime. I really want to see the scenery there."

Ye Ningshuang was silent for a moment after hearing this, then turned around and walked towards the carriage.

This scene came too suddenly. Ye Ningshuang, who had always been very good at thinking, changed her mind and wanted to board the carriage, which made Ye Cheng stunned for a moment.

After this moment, the maroon horse looked into the distance. Ye Cheng realized that his daughter was leaving. He couldn't help but shout: "Yezi, be polite when you go to Luzhou."

"Yezi, you should communicate more with fellow disciples on weekdays, and don't always cherish your words and write like gold."

"Yezi, Dad will send you a letter, remember to return it."

"Yezi, our family is not short of money now, so we spend it hard."

With the sound of leaves, the carriage gradually drifted away and became smaller and smaller in Ye Cheng's eyes.

Ye Cheng didn't know how to describe his inner feelings at this time, but he felt his eyes a little wet, but he saw clearly that his daughter poked her head out in the distant carriage.

Ye Ningshuang pursed her lips as she galloped in the carriage. The howling wind blew her hair and danced around. She used all her strength and only shouted: "Dad, take care of her."

In an instant, Dadongshan was smashed with a hammer, and Ye Cheng burst into tears when he was arrogant.

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The setting sun is like blood, covering the battlefield of the continuous mountain range centered on Dadong Mountain.

The blood that is not clean is everywhere here, the strong wind cannot dissipate the rotten smell, the wolves' uneaten limbs and broken arms that cannot be eaten by the wolves, seemingly showing the medal of victory of the human race.

Before the decisive battle began, many local mountain people living here began to migrate, but the demon tide came too quickly, and some people were trapped on the mountain and lived in stone caves and lived in vain.

The decisive battle between humans and demons did not affect these exiles, but the environment created after the decisive battle killed many people.

After the corpses of the demon race decay, a toxin will form a spread in the air. When Dadong Mountain is shattered by Yecheng and the human race takes advantage of the victory, there are more than a million corpses of the demon race left behind in this hundred miles?

Perhaps this toxin is nothing to practitioners, but for ordinary people, it is enough to be fatal!

Lin Fan is one of these exiles. He is only nine years old and has been raised by an unreliable uncle since childhood. When the demon tide arrived, his uncle had long disappeared, leaving him alone to escape with the villagers.

But even more unfortunately, Lin Fan was sick and misty. This disease not only caused him to have a visibility of only half a foot, but also caused him to lose a large team during an escape.

Fortunately, Lin Fan is an optimistic child, and because of his unreliable uncle's way of stocking, he has been taking care of himself most of the time since he was five years old, so he has some survival ability.

But as time goes by, the stench of the demon clan's corpses becomes more and more intense. If you stay there, you will be smoky to death sooner or later!

For this reason, Lin Fan mustered up all the courage in his thin body, leaned his white little face, trembling lips, and picked up a broken sword that was not known to him, but the height was just right for him to make a crutch.

The broken sword is very broken, looks bad, but it is very hard.

It can help him with poor eyesight move forward.

Keep walking!

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The galloping carriage was moving faster and faster, as if it was about to fly.

In the gentle carriage as spring, Ye Ningshuang was staring at her future master in a daze.

Ye Ningshuang's future master is Mo Yu. He is over 100 years old, but he looks only in his thirties because of his qi refining. It is the time of all kinds of charm. There seems to be a mature charm in every move.

As early as two months ago, Mo Yu arrived in Guyan City. She knew at a glance that Ye Ningshuang was her best successor. She liked this little girl who was usually taciturn, but this little girl also turned her away a lot.

But now it seems that everything is irrelevant. When Ye Ningshuang gets into this carriage, she will naturally follow her to Fuxue Sect, become the senior sister of Fuxue Sect, and become her disciple.

And she also needs to establish feelings with her future disciples, so Mo Yu broke the silence in the carriage and asked a very clever question: "Why did you change your mind?"

Ye Ningshuang's bright eyes returned to her spirit and replied softly: "Actually, I want to go up and take a look."

This answer was a bit beyond Mo Yu's expectations, but it was undoubtedly the answer that satisfies her very much. She chuckled and smiled out the folds at the corners of her eyes.

Mo Yu had seen the scenery in Tianyan, so she understood what kind of strength she needed to see the scenery there, so she said, "Then you have to work hard in the future."

Ye Ningshuang nodded heavily, Mo Yu lifted the bead curtain, looked at the view passing by quickly outside the window and said, "It's too late, go to bed early. In a short while, you will see the mountain that your father smashed."

Ye Ningshuang didn't know how to respond. She was like this. She seemed to talk more when she was in front of Ye Cheng. Seeing that Mo Yu began to get up, she used her actions to help her to express her kindness.

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Lin Fan, who had been struggling for nearly a month, was getting worse and worse. Although he wrapped his mouth and nose with a rag and had always walked around the mountain road with the least smell of corpse, he couldn't help but suck the toxin of corpse odor.

What's even more terrifying is that the closer it is to the junction of Shanzhou and Luzhou, the more stinking the corpse smell is. Lin Fan knew that with his footsteps, if he continued to walk around the mountains, it would be equivalent to chronic suicide. He had to prepare to enter the official road. Only by fighting hard at the shortest distance from Luzhou could he have a glimmer of hope.

After traveling for another three days, I wonder if I had walked through too many places full of blood, but it was even more redder than the red light in the sky. Lin Fan finally walked into the official road full of the mountain of corpses.

After squinting his eyes and confirming the direction, Lin Fan ignored the piles of corpses piled up on both sides of the left and right sides like undulating mountains, and kept speeding up his pace. At this time, he had already started coughing up blood.

Speeding up means more physical energy. Lin Fan's weak body reached the critical point when he walked to the starry sky, began to shake and fell.

Every time he fell, Lin Fan would use the broken sword to support his body and get up quickly. He knew that once he could not stand up quickly, he might never be able to stand up.

After repeated this for dozens of times, he fell again without any surprise under the quiet moonlight. He fell into a pool of stickyness, as if liquid had penetrated into his eyes.

He had poor eyesight and felt a little dark in front of him. He used the broken sword to support his body again. Before he could rub his eyes, he vomited a stream of blood.

He knew that he was going to die, but he couldn't feel sad anyway.

I don’t know if Lin Fan is naturally optimistic, but he actually opened his mouth to the terrifying world in front of him and showed a kind smile.

While he was smiling, God seemed to have finally pity him once, and a sound suddenly came from afar, from far to near.

The sound of horse hooves!

Lin Fan turned around with difficulty, narrowed his eyes again to see the scene in front of him. The two maroon-red horses turned into two balls of fire in his eyes.

Liuhuo quickly came to him. He did not dodge or could dodge. The carriage stopped in front of him, and then the sound of footsteps rang out.

The world in Lin Fan's eyes was getting blurry, but he still saw a red dress and a bouquet of ponytails.

However, when he wanted to see it clearly, the picture in front of him seemed to be smeared with heavy ink, getting darker and darker until he lost all his colors.

The severe pain in his eyes made Lin Fan scream in pain.

A small but warm palm held his hand at this moment, and trembled a little, as if he was suffering with him.

Lin Fan felt the warmth for a moment and then lost all his consciousness.

Ye Ningshuang, dressed in red, looked at Lin Fanruan falling to the ground, showing a sad look, and looked at the carriage.

Mo Yu's voice came as promised: "The blood of demons was seeped in his eyes, and his body was probably eroded by corpse poison for a long time. But you decided on this matter."

Ye Ningshuang's Qi refining has been progressing rapidly recently. She easily carried Lin Fan, who was much thinner than her, put it into the carriage, and made a decision with actions.

From time to time, horses pulled the carriage like fire and galloped all the way in the darkness. The surrounding corpse mountains flew past Ye Ningshuang, who had opened the bead curtain, and the starlight splashed in this hell on earth was thrown behind the carriage, looking back like a galaxy.

But neither Mo Yu nor Ye Ningshuang noticed that the temperature of the Milky Way was left behind. Those slightest temperatures came from the broken sword that was tightly held by Lin Fan even in a coma!
To be continued...