At that time, Yun Wan was not called Yun Bang, she had a name that belonged to the Silting People, but the name was too obscure and difficult to pronounce, if it wasn't for the Silting People, it should not be easy to understand, even Yun Bang himself, after entering the Great Luo Kingdom for many years, when he remembered his name back then, it was somewhat astringent.

And the squatters are not people who belong to any country, but wanderers who wander in various places, wandering without a fixed place, taking the four seas as their home, or having no home in the four seas.

From south to north, from east to west, the Silting People have traveled to every corner of the world, and have also seen the scenery of all parts of the world, from the desert to the bustling towns, experienced the endless snow, and also seen the blue of the coast.

But there is no place that belongs to the Silt.

Perhaps only that small mountain forest belongs to them, but now, that mountain forest has their owner.

But not the Silt Habitaters.

More than 100 years ago, the Silt Man was just a wild man living in a remote and barren mountain forest.

No country, no town, no dynasty, no rise or fall.

It's just a settlement that lives in the mountains and forests.

And this mountain is called the Silt Mountain.

Just like Shen Fengxu once read "The Story of the Peach Blossom Spring" in the book: "If you ask what world it is, you don't know that there is a Han, regardless of Wei and Jin." ”

The days of the Silt people are also very simple and pleasant, except for the most ordinary life, there is only worship to the gods.

The Worms did not believe in just one god, but in all the creatures that lived on the mountain.

From the tall and mighty tiger in the mountains, to the white snake shuttling through the forest waiting for an opportunity to hurt people, and the eagle hovering in the sky to hunt, and even more to the insects that can be seen everywhere in the mountains and forests, they are all gods sacrificed by the Silt people.

But all living beings.

It's just that these creatures don't include the Daluo Kingdom Divine Warriors who suddenly broke into the Silty Mountain.

That year, there was an additional mountain on the territory of Daluo Kingdom, Siqi Mountain.

As a matter of course, the people of the Silt have become the people of the Great Luo Kingdom.

The monarch of Daluo did not let the Siqi people continue to live on the Siqi Mountain, but let a group of Shiqi people move into the Daluo Kingdom.

Anyone who has seen the people of Daluo who have seen the people of the Silt people has deeply engraved the beauty of the people of the Silt people in their minds.

The people of the Silt are always as white as snow, delicate as porcelain, and their faces are beautiful and bright, as if they were immortals.

It's like being favored by the gods.

The men of Daluo Kingdom fantasize about hugging the silty beauty, while the women are delusional about marrying the silty man.

But they soon died down.

Without him, there is always a little mark on the face of the Silt Habitat Man, and if he asks to marry or marry the Worm Worm, he must carve the mark of the Worm Worm on his face.

Both men and women.

The women don't want to destroy their skin, and the men argue that they are marrying wives and not getting married, so why do they have to tattoo such a mark on their faces that will not be washed away for the rest of their lives?

Then, the people of Daluo began to question the marks on the faces of the Silted Habitaters.

Since then, there seems to have been a rift between the two clans.

At first, it was questioning the marks on the face, and then it was the beauty that could even be described as bewitching.

And from that day on, the change began.

A series of disasters swept through the places where the siltists were, from the collapse of a mountain to the bursting of a flood, including but not only there.

Corpses were strewn all over the field, and countless dead and wounded were innumerable.

Although there are casualties among the Silting people, the population of the Silting people is already small, but a large country like Daluo has countless casualties, and compared with the people who died among the Silting people, it is incomparable.

The people of Daluo said that it was because of the arrival of the Silt people that brought about such a disaster.

Yes, it's all the fault of the Silt.

In the eyes of the Da Luo people, the Silt people are really too strange to be more eccentric.

In addition to their complexions and imprints, the Silt people always worship the gods.

Worshipping the gods is not a new thing, and there are special rituals related to the worship of the gods in the Daluo Kingdom, after all, the worship of the gods is a rather mysterious and grand thing, which is to bathe in incense and be pious.

But the sacrifice of the people is too casual and rude.

It's blasphemy.

Yes, who would worship a worm crawling on the ground as a god?

It's insane.

But the Silt people have always been like this, and they are used to it.

But the people of Daluo Country can't get used to it anyway.

And the beauty of the Silt Habitat people like the birth of immortals also has other explanations.

is not a god who came into the world, but a demon who brings disaster to the country and the people.

The rift between the two clans has been spreading silently, and it seems that it may break at any moment.

And what really broke the relationship between the two ethnic groups was a war more than 100 years ago, which began to spread from Yannan Pass, and burned out the only remaining bond between the two ethnic groups.

In that year, the Yannan Pass of the Great Luo Kingdom was breached by a neighboring country.

Yannan Pass has been a battleground for soldiers since ancient times, and the importance of Yannan Pass has been depicted in countless poems.

Yannan Pass terrain is dangerous, easy to defend and difficult to attack, it is the last barrier of the Great Luo Kingdom, Jianghuai and Changning in the south of Yannan Pass are all the hinterland of the plain, if the enemy army breaks through Yannan Pass, it can drive straight in.

Since ancient times, there have been a lot of poems about this place, "if Hu Jun breaks Yannan Pass, thousands of miles of prosperity will fly to ashes", "The blood of Yannan is not dry, and the battlefield is hated and refuses to return", you can know how important Yannan Pass is to Da Luo.

But such a Yannan Pass was broken by the enemy.

That year, when Yannan was closed, the blazing sun was burning overhead, the tattered military flag was planted obliquely on the ground, and bursts of yellow sand came to the face, which fascinated people's eyes and the hearts of the people of Daluo.

Even if Yannan Pass was recovered by the generals of Da Luo Guo many years later, the Yannan Pass that had been torn apart was an unhealable wound on Da Luoguo's body, it was so bloody, piercing people's eyes, and even their hearts burned.

It's hatred that can't be resolved.

But neighboring countries are still prosperous and powerful, and they cannot be shaken overnight.

But the pain of Yannan Pass being broken tormented the people of Daluo day and night, and those anger that could not be vented was finally poured out on the silting people.

If it weren't for the Silt people, there would be no such disaster, and the source of everything comes from the Silt people, who are the root of all sins, the cause of the ruin of the country, and the heinous sinners.

It is even more painful for the hearts of the people of Daluo.

So, the Silt was banished.

No one is allowed to set foot in the territory of the Great Luo Kingdom.

Since then, there have been no more silting people in Daluo Kingdom, and the silting mountain back then has long been renamed Nameless Mountain.

And then later......

There is no news of the Silt Habitat in this world.

The traces of the Silting People have gradually disappeared from the sight of the people of Daluoguo.

Some people say that they wandered to the end of the world, some people say that the people who deserve death have finally died in natural and man-made disasters, and some people say that they were originally immortals who came into the world, and now they have returned to their hometown.

There are many rumors, but no one has ever seen a Silt Man again.

The Silt people also gradually disappeared with the legend.

But the story doesn't end there.

The exiled people of Daluo began a hundred years of wandering, they had no fixed place to live, homeless, and could only wander around helplessly, and outside the country of Daluo, except for the neighboring countries that were not allowed to enter the country after hearing the rumors of the landers, there was only a harsh environment where no one lived.

What awaits the Silt seems to be nothing but despair.

They wandered all the way, struggled all the way to survive, at first they stepped into the vast desert, and as far as the eye could see, they could only find water in the bottomless sand, endure the scorching sun above their heads, and endure the biting cold wind at night.

The Silt is still alive.

Naturally, the number of dead dwellers is innumerable.

Some died on the way to the desert, some died under the scorching sun, and some walked for a long time with dry throats, only to finally collapse on the edge of the oasis.

They firmly believe that stepping through the desert is a new world.

But after going around all the way, after crossing the desert, he actually returned to the border of Daluo Kingdom.

When they saw that emerald color from afar, the Silt people thought that there was hope in the desert at that time, but when they got closer, they finally realized it......

In the vast desert, they have long since lost their way.

Ahead is the place where despair begins, behind is the vast desert, and beside him are compatriots who are crying in despair.

The leading Worm did not hesitate, and turned his head and stepped into the rumored dead realm of poisonous swamps full of snakes and insects.

There may be no hope in this world.

But he is the only hope for those around him.

Southern Xinjiang is a humid and sultry woodland, the soil under your feet is always wet, and you can hear the sound of water every time you step on it, or maybe the next step on it, you will fall into the swamp.

But no one could save them.

I can only watch my companions slowly struggle in the swamp, and then slowly sink into the swamp, if you want to come forward to save people, you may be swallowed up in the swamp.

Whenever you stay in a certain place for a few more moments, there will be countless snakes, insects, rats and ants rushing to your face, and it seems that in this southern Xinjiang, which has not been set foot in for many years, their arrival is the beginning of a feast.

Countless people have become the satiety of snakes, insects, rats and ants, and even those who accidentally slipped and fell to their deaths, and the next day they had already become a dry bone, and none of the flesh and blood on their bodies remained, and all of them became the food of the creatures in southern Xinjiang.

There are no ferocious beasts, but these are enough to make the Silt into a situation from which they will never recover.

So, on the third day of entering southern Xinjiang, the Siqi people retreated from southern Xinjiang.

From that time on, they no longer had the habit of worshipping living beings.

Every living creature in southern Xinjiang has taken the lives of their companions.

There is only despair.

The Silt was desperate.

One little girl couldn't hold it anymore, and she broke down and fell to the ground crying.

The young man in the lead walked over and helped her up, his voice soft and clear: "Are you okay?"

Even though he has passed through the endless desert, stepped into the southern Xinjiang where no one has survived, and seen the people around him die one after another, he still stands here firmly and gently, with all the clansmen, hoping to save everyone, but now there are only a few dozen people left standing beside him.

"They are right, we are people who are rejected by God, so wherever we go, we will bring disasters, we will see the people around us die one after another, and we will fall into the current situation, and we will ......."

The rest of the words have been blown away by the wind.

The young man just led her all the way forward.

Their journey doesn't stop there.

Even if the road ahead is full of despair, it is necessary to die at the moment of despair, rather than stop here.

The Silt people have seen countless landscapes.

From the desert to the bustling towns, I have experienced the endless snowfall, and I have also seen the blue of the coast.

But no one remembers the cost of seeing this.

And then later......

When the Silt Man walked through that sea, he finally saw a new world.

On the other side of the sea are thriving towns on the other side.

They came on a cargo ship from the other side of the sea, but they met the Silt people on the shore who were struggling to survive, so they took the Silt people on the ship and took them to another part of the sea.

While on the boat, the young man looked up at the azure of the sea and the sky, and took a deep breath.

The little girl tugged at the corner of the young man's coat and asked him cautiously, "Don't we have to be like this in the future?"

They were all dressed in new clothes.

The previous clothes had long been torn during the long crawl, and they could only barely cover their bodies.

Young people do not know the answer to this question.

But after the little girl asked, she just exhaled softly, and then smiled: "Yes......"

Probably not.

But what if it wasn't?

The big deal is just death.

I've seen too many people die along the way, and my heart has long been numb, even if it takes his own life, what can it count.

It's just a death.

The little girl smiled happily: "Great......"

She had always believed in him the most.

But whatever he says, the little girl will take it as if it were the truth and believe it.

Finally, the cargo ship stopped on the other side of the coast.

It was a new town, close to the country of Daluo, but there was a country that did not belong to the country, prosperous and prosperous, and had never heard rumors about the people of the Silt before, and looked at them without any prejudice and discrimination.

Not very important.

Importantly, it's a place to live.

Enough is enough.

Enough is enough.

The young man stepped here with a group of dwellers, and in the moment of being down-to-earth, he had the illusion of being in a different world.

How long had it been since they had set foot in town?

Seeing the crowds of people on the streets again, seeing the vendors in the streets and alleys, and listening to those familiar and unfamiliar shouts, he had a feeling that he had just dreamed a big dream before.

But that's what happened.

The dead have also died.

People can't be resurrected after death, but they still miss it.

The little girl disembarked with the young man, and the little girl asked him, "Shall we be here from now on?"

The young man only paused slightly, and said with a smile: "It's you who will be here in the future, not us." ”

When the little girl heard this, she was startled, and hurriedly raised her head to look at the young man, and asked in a little panic, "Aren't you with us?"

She was used to being with him, to listening to him, to following him, to talking to him in everything, and she couldn't be separated from him under any circumstances.

The young man did not answer, but turned his head to look in the direction of Da Luo Guo from afar.

From his line of sight, he could only see the blue of the sea and sky, but he seemed to penetrate everything and saw everything in the Great Luo Kingdom.

He slowly clenched his fingers.

The war that ignited from Yannan Pass made the people of Daluo pour out all the hatred that they had nowhere to vent on the people of Daluo, and the pain caused to him by those innocent people who died also naturally added a touch to the people of Daluo.

It will not be forgotten and will not be forgotten.

The little girl stayed here.

But the young man turned around and went back to the country of Daluo.

This time, he covered his face with a veil, hiding the marks on his face.

If you think about it, if you can't see the marks on his face, you can't recognize him as a stacht.

His purpose is simple and straightforward.

Even if he doesn't say it, others can guess.

But his departure was not so easy, because the little girl stopped him.

He was a little puzzled and asked the little girl, "Don't you hate?"

The little girl just shook her head and said, "What I hate is that the clansmen around me have died one after another, and I have survived uselessly, but that kind of hatred is meaningless, as long as you are still there, there will only be happy things in the future." ”

The young man turned his head away, and he said, "There will never be any more happiness in the future." ”

"Why?"

"From the time she died, there would be no more happy things......"

Everything was a never-ending sorrow for him.

Even though he no longer has a fixed place to live and no longer struggles to survive, as a living person, all he can feel is endless sadness.