That year, Zou Xiao was 14 years old, which was the age when a girl was budding like a flower.

She was born delicate and cute, bright and moving, and she was already slim at a young age, but she liked to have short hair and play with the boys in the mountain village, which was so wild that she didn't talk like anything.

This mountain village is called "Purple Mist".

She heard from her mother that this place looked like a mountain village, but in fact it was essentially a long-standing sect.

Many, many years ago, their ancestors were famous in the land of China, and they were unrivaled for a while.

Later, the ancestor was victimized by a traitor, and when he was seriously injured, he used the formation to teleport everyone in the sect to this uninhabited mountain, and after passing down the "Purple Mist Treasure", he died.

In the midst of grief, the ancestors completed the construction of this place brick by brick and settled down.

After the eldest son who holds the "supreme treasure" is gone, the next successor independently changes the system in the mountain village, and there is no longer any distinction between upper and lower, and everyone is a family member who loves each other.

Because they are tired, they don't have enough food to eat, they don't have enough clothes, and being admired by others is just a vain name, unity...... is the only way to continue the fire.

And that "supreme treasure" was split by the spell cast by this inheritor, and was planted into everyone's spiritual roots.

Only then did they know that this "supreme treasure" was called "Poison God Qi".

This is obtained by the ancestor by chance in a certain secret realm, and with just a trace, it can instantly melt away the true qi of the monk in the enlightenment period, and even ...... Even the "True Element" required for casting spells can be devoured.

And this "Poison God Qi" is not only as simple as being violent, it has two extreme effects - "destruction and regeneration." ”

When "destroyed", it is purple, can swallow solid rocks and devour hard soil, can melt mountains and boiling rivers, and is a curling light smoke that is more terrible than natural disasters.

When it is "regenerated", it is white, can bloom green branches and flowers, can live the flesh and white bones of the dead, and is a warm mist that is warmer than nature.

Get this treasure, "purple mist" gradually self-sufficient, occasionally down the mountain procurement, since then prosperous, no longer starving passers-by, no longer frozen bones, everyone has food and clothing, live and work in peace and contentment, there is a stable and elegant today.

Every time she hears this story, Zou Xiao scoffs, feeling that her mother always likes to use these things to let herself know that "life is not easy to come by, you should cherish it" and other big truths.

It's the same today, my mother was saying, she was stunned.

Yesterday, the little fart of the third aunt's family was making fun of her for being a man's wife again, and if I see him again today, I will definitely teach him a good lesson!

My father drew a basin of cool water from the well, wiped something on his hair, and in a moment the thick inky black covered the brilliant purple.

It seems that my father is going down the mountain again today, and I always listen to my father talk about how wonderful the world under the mountain is, and she also wants to go down and see.

But my father always refused, saying that he was still too young and it was not safe to go down the mountain.

She is only 14 years old, and she can move hundreds of pounds of boulders, and the little boys in the village are beaten by her every time, so she is not afraid.

Moreover, why did her father have to make his hair black every time he went down the mountain?

Seeing her father carry the bamboo basket and disappear at the end of the mountain road, she knew that her father would also return with a full load tonight.

Mother went into the house to prepare lunch, and she was bored in the yard practicing boxing.

Her father had made her a large pillar made of steel, which she had beaten to the ground, and it would not be long before she had to replace it with another.

At dinner two days ago, my father made fun of her, saying that she had broken seven or eight iron pillars in less than a year, and that the boys in the village would avoid her if she continued like this, and no matter how old she was, she would not be able to marry.

She always shouted with her teeth and claws: "I don't want to get married! I want to be by my father and mother for the rest of my life! Those stinky little ghosts are not enough for me to fight, and they still want me to serve them?

My parents heard this many times, and every time they smiled and snuggled up to her, and stopped talking about these things.

She pursed her mouth, and the strength in her hand unconsciously increased, and she heard a "clang" sound, and the iron pillar of this person's thickness was also repaid.

The mother hurriedly came out to see, smiled at this, and raised her hand to call her in for lunch.

She finished her lunch as if she was hungry, and walked out as soon as she threw away the dishes and chopsticks.

"Xiaoxiao!" her mother snorted, and she paused and moved back to her mother with her mouth pursed.

Her mother raised her hand and knocked her chestnut, and stretched out a towel over her delicate little face, as if to rub her features into a mess.

"How many times have I said that you have to wash your face after eating, and the girl's family should pay attention to her manners. ”

She didn't speak, just stubbornly squinted at the ceiling, her mouth pouting enough to hang a kettle.

The mother could only sigh softly, patted the little girl's immature buttocks, and sneered: "Go, come back early, don't hurt other people's young men again." ”

She quickly turned away, a childlike smile on her face.

The children of the seven aunts and eight aunts were gathered, and she stood on the big rock, like a majestic female general in the story.

"Sister Xiao, what are we going to do today?" the child below snorted and asked quietly.

She smiled and said loudly, "Let's go down the mountain!"

"Huh~?" the children stretched out their words in unison, their faces full of anxiety.

"But my mother said that you can't go down the mountain, it's not safe to go down the mountain, if she knows, she will spank her......"

The little guy of the second uncle's family was only ten years old, and he was tall and tall, but he didn't look manly at all, and he shivered when he thought of his mother's beating.

"Great

Force, if you don't go down with me, I'll spank your ass for your mother. ”

She tried to put on a threatening little face, but she was so frightened that she jumped three feet high.

"Don't, don't, I'll go, I can't go!"

She turned her head to look at the others again, the little ones were submissive and didn't dare to make a sound, on the one hand, the beating of her parents, and on the other hand, the beating of Sister Xiao, it was a dilemma.

But after thinking about it, Sister Xiao's beating seemed to be more painful, and they figured it out.

So a group of little adults walked up and down the mountain, frolicking and playing along the way, so unhappy.

When the sun was setting in the west, they saw the market town at the foot of the mountain, and in the distance they saw the traffic and the crowds, and they were all overjoyed, and they rushed down the hill screaming all the way, leaving behind their mother's beatings.

The herb picker on the side of the road only felt a flicker in front of him, and then he was blinded by the wind, and then turned his head to look, only a figure that quickly disappeared.

"It's weird, didn't you see a ghost in broad daylight?" Herb picker rubbed his eyes, and was frightened by the small footprints on the ground.

"What the hell!"

Running outside the gate of the market town, the little ones stopped and crashed into a heap, but there was a lot of laughter.

They are like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden, looking up and looking around, with continuous amazement in their mouths, as if they have suddenly entered another world.

There is a large iron box that can walk on the spacious road, and the limbs are round, and it will make a "boom" sound.

There is a tall and thin stone pillar on the side of the road, on which is hung a metal object in the shape of a trumpet flower, and it can sing by itself: "Sweet honey~ You smile sweetly, like flowers blooming in the spring breeze." ”

The little girl felt that there must be a very beautiful little person living in it, because her voice was so beautiful, she stayed under the stone pillar and listened to it for a long time, but her friends forced her to take her away.

The children on the side of the road led their parents, holding small sticks in their hands, and a white cloud was wrapped around them.

The child sticks out his tongue and licks a mouthful of white clouds, and a sweet smile will appear on his face, and these little ones who have never seen the world can't stop swallowing their saliva.

"I heard my father say that this thing is called marshmallow, it is sweet and very delicious!"

Dali's father would occasionally come down the mountain to buy, and he was a master who couldn't keep his mouth shut, and he always liked to brag when he drank, and Dali often sat next to him and listened, because this was the only way he knew about the mountain.

Turning around, they saw her father from a distance, the bamboo basket on his back was full of what he didn't know what to hold, and his waist was bent deeply.

He lowered his eyebrows and was talking to a big man in front of him.

But the big man shouted loudly and pushed the girl's father from time to time.

"Sister Xiao!" The wind around them suddenly rose, and the little ones realized that something was wrong, but they couldn't catch up with the little girl's speed after all, so they could only shout in the back.