Author: Shu Nanze

The main world of prehistoric times.

A poor and dilapidated small village, a stone temple on the top of a short mountain, a clear sky and no wind. Three incense sticks of rough workmanship were burning slowly, and the green smoke condensed into clouds in front of the temple. Feng Ying sat cross-legged in front of the temple, holding hands covered with rust.

The straight sword allows for quiet meditation and practice.

I have stayed in the village for a long time, and I spend every day surrounded by the roar of magic, the light of swords, and the shadows of swords.

The surrounding mountains and fields were covered with a layer of green, but unexpectedly, a fire turned them into pits and pits, and the mountains were covered with black war-torn scars. Fortunately, rainfall often brought life, and the villagers took risks to collect edible wild vegetables to make ends meet. They survived for some days in fear, and finally

I had to risk going out to cultivate and cultivate. I went to the Shenlong Temple to pray for blessings as usual before going out. I don't know if it really worked or if I was lucky. The farming process was not affected by the war.

Although Feng Ying and Yu were cultivators, they did not pretend to be superior to others. They helped the village fight off the evil spirits and beasts that were roaming around several times, and drove away thieves who came to rob. They quickly won the respect of the villagers.

The sound of footsteps gradually began, and Feng Yingyou took a long breath and opened her eyes.

A lively young man ran up the winding road. His short hair looked like a magpie's nest. The clothes he had taken from the corpse were changed into a gown. His bulging muscle arms were red from the sun. He only had a coarse cloth wrapped around his wrist as a wrist guard and half of his trouser legs were torn off.

Underpants and calves are like naughty children in the village. Old scars have not healed and new wounds have been added, and they are climbing three or five steps at a time with bare feet.

The young man's originally thin body was rejuvenated by the elixir, and he had to receive the guidance of the Paper Umbrella Spirit every day to practice. His cultivation progressed rapidly, and he only lacked experience and experience.

"Sister Ying, look what I got."

He took out the storage bag from his arms and poured out a bunch of messy stuff.

Several boxes of canned meat rations for the snake demon army, a few well-made crossbow arrows with obvious signs of wear and tear, jade bottles containing elixirs, and other materials for refining weapons and elixirs, all treasures obtained from the battlefield.

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Feng Ying knew that this guy touched the body again last night.

Ever since she moved into the village, she discovered that there was actually a genius in the village, and he was lucky enough to buy good things from the sales girl. Feng Ying guessed that the sales girl would definitely rely on others to order food, and only very few and very special people could be lucky enough to shop. From this point of view,

The little boy will definitely have an extraordinary future.

It seems that there is a famous teacher who guides him to practice very fast. He is good at hiding his cultivation. He can hide it from the villagers but not from Feng Ying and Yu.

Because of the sales girl's attention, Feng Ying and Yu did not intend to go into details.

In my spare time, I talked about what I saw and heard along the way, and the little boy often came to listen to the stories.

The little boy pried open the can and placed it in front of the temple, kowtowed three times, took out the animal meat that had been placed before and tore it in half, keeping half for himself and half for Feng Ying.

"An iron bird fell down on the other side of the mountain last night. After searching for a long time, I found these in the mud. Everything else was burned away."

After Feng Ying took the meat, the boy sat on the ground and chewed the meat.

Feng Ying knew that it was dangerous outside, and she also knew that she could not persuade the boy. She had wanted to stop him from venturing out to collect supplies before, but Yu gave up the idea. She said that this was the only way for a little boy to grow up, and he would experience it involuntarily.

After a dangerous situation, he gradually grew into a catfish capable of stirring up troubled waters. It was his destiny. How could he change the boy's life if he could not escape his fate?

Feng Ying looked at the devouring young man and sighed silently in his heart. It would be difficult for him to have such a peaceful life in the future. The wind, rain and fireworks in the future will urge him to work hard and grow quickly until the day when he completes his mission a long, long time later.

It seems glorious and magnificent, but in fact it is controlled by an invisible hand, burning him alone to save more living beings...

Because whenever there is a crisis, someone always comes forward.

He is that person too.

The dry and hard animal meat was eaten into the mouth, chewing hard and swallowing hard, making the cheeks sore from exhaustion, and the rich earthy smell filled the nasal cavity.

The boy raised his head and smiled honestly and happily, and Feng Ying also laughed.

Yu somersaulted to the top of the mountain.

"The war is over! The war is over! The Holy Dynasty and the Snake Demon Army have withdrawn their troops. The damn war is over."

Hearing this, Feng Ying's eyes were blank for a moment, and then he stood up suddenly with great joy. Looking around and at the distant mountains, he saw no light of spells or swords. Warships with long tail marks passed by in the low altitude and high above the clouds.

The demon army retracted its defense line toward Yunling, and the Holy Dynasty's flying boat also withdrew from the battlefield. The two sides passed by each other without incident.

On a low rocky hill in the village, three people stood in front of the stone temple and looked up at the sky.

The vast white clouds in the sky are as leisurely as cotton wool. Occasionally, through the gaps in the clouds, I can see groups of black dots flying across the blue sky.

Feng Ying looked at Yunling thoughtfully.

"Yu, do you feel that the mountains, rivers and land have changed and become normal?"

"From what you said, it seems true. Could it be that the war ended because of this? It seems that there are many things we don't know."

"How can the matters between the big forces be explained clearly in a few words?"

"Yes, the less we two little people know, the better. Since the war has ceased, it's time for us to hit the road."

Yu turned his head and glanced at the distant Tianzhu Peak. After walking for so many years, Tianzhu Peak had not gotten bigger. It was still out of reach. He was very tired from walking. He wanted to give up, but also wanted to see the scenery on the roadside ahead, and even more wanted to know what he was.

Who is he? What is his name? Where does he live? It feels uncomfortable to drift with the crowd and not have a sense of belonging.

If you don't die on the road and complete your mysterious mission, you must understand your origins in the future.

Feng Ying lifted up the rusty straight knife wrapped in rags. Thinking of the war in the fishing village and what he had heard and seen along the way, he became more determined to continue moving forward.

The boy scratched his head.

"Are the two sisters leaving?"

Feng Ying smiled and reached out to touch the boy's head.

"After living in the village for a long time, it's time to leave. Remember the stories I told you about rivers and lakes. Be careful in your words and deeds when you go out in the future. Don't hesitate in anything you do. In addition, you must never forget this poor and broken village.

Village, always remember you now. If you forget your original intention and direction, think of the village and you as a young person."

The words were too profound for the boy to understand, so he nodded vigorously and tried to remember Feng Ying's words.

Yu bent down and was busy rummaging through the rags to find a usable crossbow arrow, and said without raising his head.

"Little brat, remember what your sister Ying said and don't go astray."

The young boy groaned angrily and looked back at Yu.

"I'm not a little kid! I've memorized everything! In the future, I will fight off the bad guys and protect the village!"

The boy protested loudly and showed his stubbornness.

Yu picked up a crossbow arrow and checked whether it was straight before his eyes, and nodded pretending to be serious.

"Well, yes, yes, the little brat is right."

"..."

The sudden sequence must have confused the little boy. Although he said three correct words, he still felt that something was wrong.

Feng Ying couldn't laugh or cry.

Throwing a crossbow arrow to Yu to tell her not to cause trouble, he half-crouched face to face with the little boy.

"I believe in you. You are a good boy, brave and strong. You may become a village chief respected by the villagers in the future, able to protect the villagers and farmland."

The encouragement and praise made the young boy blush and scratch his head. Becoming the village chief was the best compliment in his heart, and it was also recognition of him.

Yu finished packing the crossbow arrows and leaned against the stone temple with the long crossbow in his arms. He took out some kind of juicy and slightly sweet grass root from his pocket and chewed it slowly. He smiled and looked at Feng Ying encouraging the little boy. Now Feng Ying is like an adult. Yu has

An inexplicable sense of relief, just like an old father who cares about his children's growth and discovers that his children have finally grown up.

The young boy thought for a while and asked.

"By the way, when are you leaving."

"Tomorrow morning, the earlier the better, because the war has delayed us for many days."

"oh……"

The boy gave a dull reply and stopped talking. He ate the dry and hard meat and thought about something.

Feng Ying smiled, and he and Yu worshiped the dragon statue, then went down the mountain to their temporary house to pack their luggage. The young boy secretly left the village and got into the grass. From the stone temple, he looked at the wilderness outside the village wall, and saw a small figure running quickly in the green grass.

Run towards several battlefields filled with black smoke.

Feng Ying and Yu carefully tidied up the house, renovated the roof with dried straw, and plastered the walls with yellow mud mixed with hay. The work was completed in the evening. The smell of mud and hay was a bit stronger, but it was able to protect them from rain and cold.

At night, the blue starry sky returned to tranquility, without the roar of war.

Neither of them fell asleep in the dark room. It didn't matter if the practitioner missed one night's sleep. They talked about the past and the future without a word.

Feng Ying and Yu didn't know that there was a pair of eyes watching the poor villages on the top of Yunling Mountain in the distance.

The long body is coiled on the rock, resembling a dragon but not a dragon. The demon dragon's eyes penetrate the night sky and the yellow mud stone wall, and the figures of Feng Ying and Yu are reflected in the pupils. After staring for a long time, he looks back and sneaks silently into the depths of the mountain to return.

Go to the lair.

early morning.

The two said goodbye to the villagers, packed their bags and walked out of the village gate, passing by the clear pond.

A small figure was running wildly in the grass in the distance.

"etc……"

The boy jumped and ran, covering a distance of several feet with each step. He was as dirty as a small tabby cat. He was carrying a paper umbrella on his back and holding a straight knife in his hand. His light skills and body skills made the warriors and low-level monks in the village feel inferior.

He ran across the cultivated farmland and crossed the ditch, picked up the broken grass and leaves, and Dengping crossed the water and ran across the pond and stopped steadily.
To be continued...