In the quiet night, in the secluded deep valley, a gust of mountain wind suddenly blew quickly from between the cliffs on both sides, blowing away the vast white fog that filled the vast clouds, and the ancient forest was revealed.

After the fierce mountain wind, a gentle breeze blows, and the mist gradually condenses again, forming a light haze. Deep in the woods there is an open area, surrounded by a sparse fence wall that leads to a farmhouse, with three grass huts lined up with the sparse hedges at the back.

With a squeak, the wood door of the central grass hut was pushed open, and a mother and son walked out of it.

The mother was about forty years old, dressed in coarse cloth clothes, with a simple appearance, rough hands and feet, and her body was neither plump nor shriveled, and she looked like an ordinary peasant woman.

However, the extremely divine eyes and the powerful aura surging up and down Zhou's body exposed the fact that she was a powerful martial artist.

The son is about seventeen or eighteen years old, at the age of full vitality, and his eyes are very flexible, and there is always a bit of innocence in them. Holding his mother's hand, his face was filled with a happy smile, although his breath was far less powerful than his mother's, at his age, he could be regarded as a successful cultivator.

The mother and son left the grass hut, tiptoed past the neat and clean yard, and went out of the courtyard silently while feeding the chickens, ducks, cows and sheep in their sleep.

After walking a few steps, he crossed a limited area of open space and came to a secluded forest, and the faint mist could not hide the silver moon hanging in the night sky overhead, and the moonlight poured down evenly, and the boy and his mother walked hand in hand, strolling on the winding path between the trees, and gradually walked away, even the sound of laughter was faintly visible.

Finally, the figures of the two of them blurred, slowly blended into the shallow mist in the distance, disappeared, and the frightened birds returned to the nest of the branches at night, and fell asleep again.

The silver moon ring hangs high in the night sky, and the jade plate is also like, casting hundreds of millions of brilliance sprinkled all over the earth, it is a good time to gather and reunite. If a happy moon does not fall, it can bring peace and happiness, so why bother to change the clouds and sunshine and bring joys and sorrows to the world.

May the full moon of harmony and beauty hang in the sky forever, and the silver glow of happiness shines on the world.

On the misty forest path, there was a terrible scream, the mother's hand felt different, and she looked sideways with concern, only to see where was the son next to her, it was clearly a rotten skeleton, the color was white, the eyes were empty, and the black hole was sunken out and stared at her blankly, the mother was shocked, shook off her hand, and screamed and retreated.

Seeing this, the shriveled face of the skeleton showed a very sad expression, and there were no eyes in the sunken eye sockets, but somehow, the mother always felt a little familiar, and felt that there was a little innocence in it that was easy to believe in people, and her heart was inexplicably salty, as if she had understood.

"Mother. The skull's mouth was grinning, and the hoarse voice seemed to sound from the bottomless abyss, and the mother's body was violent, and the fear in her eyes dissipated, and she actually regained her former gentleness, and threw herself forward, opening her arms to embrace him.

But at the moment when the two of them touched, the skeleton shattered into countless tiny powders, and the forest soared wildly, forming a hurricane that swept the powder into the sky, and the powder slipped away from the embrace like flying, even if it was hugged tightly, it was in vain.

"Nope. The mother ran desperately, but she could not keep up with the hurricane, and was left far behind, and when she grabbed the probe forward, the powder at the back flickered nimbly, and it was missed.

Countless powders hovered in the sky by a hurricane, and for some reason, they turned into blood, and they converged into rivers in one breath, galloping vertically and horizontally, and hundreds of rivers converged to form a vast sea of blood, which occupied the boundless heavens and universes.

Boundless blood filled the heavens and the earth, flooding the forest, dispelling the mist, devouring the courtyard, and finally, even the silver moon rings were crumbling, dyed with blood little by little, and became no longer perfect, the remnants of regret, the crippled semicircles, the crescents of the sickle, until they were completely gone.

Looking at the heavens and the earth, there is no shining silver light, and the full moon hanging high, and there is nothing else to see except the shocking blood red.

In desperation, the corners of her mother's eyes and eyebrows condensed into an indissolvable gloom, as if she had crossed endless time, and she had grown old, her healthy black hair had turned fluffy and fluffy, her face was wrinkled, her body was thin and thin, like an unbreakable rotten wood, her eyes had become cloudy from the essence, her lips had dried up, and her neat teeth had turned into jagged teeth.

While his body was old, the aura in his body skyrocketed at an incredible speed, as if the dragon had just woken up, and in no matter how many breaths it passed, it surpassed the comprehension of the idle powerhouse, almost reaching the point of overpowering the heavens and the earth.

Slightly raised the old face, cloudy eyeballs stared at the solidified blood-colored sky with hatred, the miserable cry of the loss of his beloved son, turned into a strange laugh before he could speak, forming a scream from the shriveled mouth, the earth trembled with fear, and on the blood red of the sky's solidification, the thick cracks of the Dao spread out, like black dragons opening their teeth and dancing claws, rampage and wanton roaming.

In a dormitory in the palace complex of Millelith Kingdom, on the dragon bed, the old woman woke up from sleep, a palpitation, cold sweat dripping into the sunken wrinkles on her forehead, like a rising stream of water in a dry channel, she came back to her senses for a while, and muttered to herself: "It's this dream again." ”

Since the loss of my son, every ten days and a half months, the same dream will come once, at the beginning, in reality, will cry out miserably, heartache for a long time without food, sleepless sleep, but because of too many times, slowly get used to it.

What fear can withstand the invasion of time? After decades, no matter how much I am afraid of loneliness, I have long been accustomed to it. Even if it is like a dream, it will not be the slightest surprise if it has been tormenting the spirit for decades.

The old woman smelled the ambergris lit in the incense burner next to the bed, took a deep breath, gradually calmed down, lifted the brocade quilt, got up to wash, and folded the bedding neatly and placed it beside the bed.

Although she can't remember how many years it has been, she still maintains her old habit of making the bed and folding the quilt and doing her own chores. Hua Tianlin listened to the report of the palace maid who was sent, he really couldn't understand that this senior's cultivation was unfathomable, and with such a noble status, why did he have to do chores by himself.

Of course, no matter how much you don't understand, no matter how bold you are, you don't dare to ask him, it's purely tired. The requirements of the predecessors, no matter how excessive, must be satisfied, even if it looks a little strange, it is the same, if someone violates it with this kind of neglect, he will be the first to attack, and all the nine clans will be beheaded to set an example.

After a simple dress-up, the old woman leaned back, slowly left the inner room of the sleeping room, opened the crystal bead curtain and walked out of the dormitory, passed through the corridor of the dragon plate columns, passed through the outer palace gate, walked through the garden crookedly, and entered the council hall through the back door.

Since they got up earlier than usual today, the palace maids saw it, and hurriedly told the imperial kitchen to prepare for breakfast in advance, held back the fear in their hearts, and respectfully presented the sumptuous meal to the old woman.

Knowing that serving this old man is in danger of his life, but Hua Tianlin gave a death order, if he is not polite and lazy, the whole family will not be able to live, even so, then sacrifice the small self to fulfill the big self.

Fortunately, the old woman was old and didn't eat much, but for a moment, she wiped her mouth with a brocade handkerchief, rinsed her mouth with jade liquid, and after breakfast, the palace maids packed up the cups and plates, even if they wanted to run away, they had to be respectful, facing forward with the empty plate and stepping back step by step.

The old woman ascended to the high throne, picked up the crystal ball, made room to sit down, calmed down a little, and flicked her right hand on the ball, and the situation in front of the valley appeared in front of her.

Due to the early morning today, it was tossed for a long time, and it was just early in the morning, which was the early summer when the sun was rising. However, in the secret realm, the night sky is still like ink, and the silver moon rings are hanging high in the sky, but the weather is very cool.

It was only half a thought, and the situation in the field came to the bottom of the old woman's heart, and one of the scenes inadvertently touched her.

It was a boy of about seventeen or eighteen years old, he did not come from a family, he did not have a portable tent, but he just slept peacefully on it, because of the heavy exposure of the night, and the thin quilt on his body, he curled up in his deep sleep.

An incomparably distant scene in the past unfolded in front of the old woman for no reason.

It was countless times on the forest path, taking advantage of a certain time in the mist and light moon stroll, the coolness invaded in the night, and the young man who was strolling with his mother's hand couldn't help but shrink up, and the mother took off his coat, not allowing her son to refute and drape on his body, mother and son, supporting each other on the way home, and hid their figures in the mist.

At that time, the years were good, the moon wheel was hanging, and the silver glow was shining, if you were given another chance, even if she paid any price, the old woman would be willing, just to keep the flying time.

Staring at the curled up young man, who had never known each other but seemed familiar, the old woman's cloudy eyes shot out of brilliance, her eye sockets gradually moistened, her vision became blurred, and finally she was sad and tearful, raised her hand on the crystal ball and flicked it again, muttering to herself: "Dream, it's time to wake up." ”