The scorched rocks and cracked earth, the dead wood and fires, the surroundings were in shambles, and the boy was facing the sky, lying in the middle of the cracked earth, trying his best to open his eyelids, swallowing, his lungs were hot, and blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Then there was a sharp pain, as if the bones had been pulled out one by one, and then cut and broken, and the joints were so weak that even a finger could not move. The young man's mind was muddy, his eyes were empty, and he fell asleep after being awake for less than a moment. In the night, the cicadas chirped, and a pair of dark green eyes stared at him tightly under the dark night, as if because the fire was not extinguished, the beasts in the forest did not dare to approach.

I don't know how long it took, the young man groaned, struggled to get up, looked around, and thought, "What about her?"

"But who is she?"

The young man had such a thought in his heart, but he had no memory of who it was, not even his own name. There was just a rare gray light, and a huge fist, shining like gold.

The boy tried to remember, but his head just didn't listen. The more I think about it, the more painful it becomes, as if it is about to crack. The young man pursed his chapped lips and coughed a few times, unable to make a sound, and thought, "Am I a dumb man?"

However, the boy did not worry about losing his voice, but quickly calmed down, picked up a dead branch on the ground, and stood up to find a source of water. He was thirsty, but he was not hungry. Fortunately, this was a jungle, and following the footprints of the beasts on the ground, the boy quickly found the stream.

Patting his cheek, the boy noticed that the reflection in the stream was both familiar and unfamiliar: "So I look like this?" The reflected figure looks featureless, thin, with a reddish nose, and other than that, it is very ordinary, the type that cannot be found in the pile. Bai Du Yixia performed a new chapter of the Song Hall to cut the mouth of the L section

The appearance is mediocre, but the young man is very satisfied: "It's not a crooked melon and cracked date." After a few sips of the stream, he was glad that he could make a sound.

A few shouts and shouts startled a flock of forest birds, and the young man felt that his voice was quite clear. He thought he had suffered and become a cripple, but when he washed it in the stream, he found that he had no scars on his body. And after a while, my hands and feet were light again, and I couldn't even run and jump, and there was no problem at all.

One jumped up to the trunk of the tree and took a look. There was silence in the forest, and smoke curled in the distance. The boy subconsciously nodded the tip of his nose, and then remembered: "What kind of place is this?" The boy couldn't remember anything, and he had a vague impression. But every time I remember it, I feel a sharp pain from the depths of my mind. The young man is a chic character, so he simply doesn't think about it anymore, and just thinks that God will give him a chance to do it again.

The young man tightened his clothes, and walked through the woods. No matter what kind of mountain beast it was, the king of the forest consciously avoided it after smelling the breath of this young man. The young man picked melons and fruits, took a bite, swayed, did not feel tired, and drove for two days before he saw the crowd.

He couldn't help but wonder: "I see, it's only about half a day's journey, how can it take two days to arrive?" He fixed his eyes again, condensed his eyes, and even a black spot in the sky could be seen clearly, a big bird soared into the sky, a high-pitched song.

The young man smiled and stepped forward to say hello: "This old man, dare to ask whose land is this?"

The old man saw that the young man had a kind face and was dressed extraordinarily, and after looking at it for a while, he said: "This is Xujia Village, of course, it is the land of Emperor Zhenwu. "There were three or four children playing in the back, who had never been out of the village, and when they saw outsiders coming, they ran boldly and ran over, but they were sent away by the old man.

The young man looked deep in thought, and after standing still for a long time, he came back to his senses: "I'm sorry, old man, I can't remember anything." ”

The old man was not surprised, there are many such people in this world of frequent demons: "It's okay if you can't think of it, young man, the little old man sees you as thin and weak, but mentally heady." It is better to stay and do both farm work, so as not to starve to death. "The old man was also moved by compassion, looking at the youth and kindness, only fifteen or sixteen years old, and he was homeless at a young age.

The young man nodded and agreed, now he really needs a place to stay, although it is okay to sleep in the wild, but if he wants to find out his identity, he still needs to communicate with someone: "Thank you for your help." ”

After a newcomer came to Xujia Village, the big guy was very surprised. Their village is very remote, and they can't even see demons, and it takes five days to go to the county seat and pull a mule cart. How could a good teenager fall here, they were suspicious. But the old man is the village chief of Xujia Village, and his son is the head of the village hunters, and the livelihood of the entire village falls on the village chief's family, and they dare not disobey.

But after a few days, they no longer complained, because this seemingly thin young man had great strength, and four or five young and strong young men did not do as much work as he did, and the amount of food was still small, and he could work for a day with one meal a day, and he was ashamed to even plough the ox.

Soon after, the village chief Xu Bo came to the door and said: "The fortune teller at the entrance of the village has given you a name, called Xu Sheng, Sheng means prosperous, what do you think?"

The young man didn't mind that he didn't have a name, but he was so enthusiastic, and it was hard to pronounce without a name, so the young man nodded and said, "Okay, Uncle Xu, from now on I will be called Xu Sheng." After getting along with people for a long time, Xu Sheng discovered his abnormality, he didn't have to eat, and even sleeping was replaced by a unique method, which was not a memory in his head, but a memory of his body, as if instinct.

But the young man was born with a lot of thoughts, and he didn't dare to say it to outsiders, so he had to keep it in his heart. After getting Xu Sheng's name, the next morning, Xu Yong, the son ......of the village chief, came to him again: "You have so much energy, what kind of work do you do in the field, how good it is to follow me up to the mountains to hunt!" Shall I ask the village chief first?"

Xu Yong patted the young man on the shoulder: "No, I'll just tell my father about this, what else do you ask, it's so decided, Ming'er will follow us up the mountain!

The young man tilted his head and asked, "Bow?"

Xu Yong patted his head: "I almost forgot, there is something wrong with your head, but it doesn't matter, you see, this is the bow!" Xu Sheng took it, and also learned Xu Yong's movements, pulled lightly, clicked, and the bow broke into two. Xu Sheng didn't expect it to be like this, and said embarrassedly: "This bow doesn't seem to be strong." ”

Xu Sheng shrank his head, for fear that Xu Yong would be angry, but Xu Yong didn't do this, but his eyes were burning, staring at him, as if he had seen a peerless beauty: "Okay, it's very good!" Xu Sheng couldn't help but think: "It's not me who has a problem with this brain, it's you." ”