Xingsha Wasteland is located at the northern end of Luxi, thousands of miles long, but there is no grass for many years. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Many years ago, this area was inhabited, and there are still remnants of that time in the wasteland.

Whenever the weather is fine, standing on the northern gate of the Neutral Wall, you can still faintly see the scattered ruins and ruins, which are gradually revealed from a long distance.

But many people have tried, but no one can really see it.

Maybe it's just a lie from the last minstrels, or maybe it's really because the Starsand Wasteland is much broader than the story began.

Many years ago, the two branches of the Northern Pluto God were gradually revealed, as if overnight, the Dark Society was dressed as a cult, and the periphery of the remaining capital was also cast with high walls at a rapid speed, and around the northern gate, corpses were hung up layer upon layer, like a forest.

The original purpose of the Wall of Neutrality was to strangle the heretics with evil intentions.

And those who were lucky enough to survive among them naturally fled from the northern gate to the place beyond the Star Sand Wasteland.

Then came the first execution of the "Dawn Plan", and only some of the bards in the wasteland survived, and most of them were strangled outside the walls by the wind and snow of that year.

So from that point on, the winter snow and ice would cover the entire wasteland like sand, and no creature would survive through the valley of death except the black-winged bird.

It wasn't until many years later that a caravan heading to the free city-state at the risk of life and death inadvertently opened the way forward.

The work is said to have begun at the time of the first "dawn plan", and each generation had figured out a short distance before stamping the route onto a piece of parchment with a black edge.

And this drawing, which has been drawn over the years, was originally in the hands of the current heir, Lord Ji, because only by relying on Lord Ji can the people of the secret meeting pass the message out safely, and similarly, Rock Harbor must also release his cargo ship according to the agreement.

This mutually beneficial relationship continued until before Lord Ji was killed.

Legend has it that the person who did it was for this drawing.

At this time, on the other side of the distance, Jinguan, who was born in the north, also happened to be at the age of entering school.

According to the traditional algorithm of Luxi, a boy of this age either worships a master to learn various crafts, or goes to the study hall to study the teachings and rituals, and within a year or two he can establish rules and know when to stand up straight and obey.

And although Jinguan is a complete counterexample, it is not the only unique existence here.

Next door lived his accomplice, named Mo Zisong, the two of them were born around the same time and grew up together.

This is a small fishing village under the rocky harbor where birds don't poop, and there are only two people to worry about at this age.

Jin Guan was crawling in front of a window at this time, and Mo Zisong was lying flat at his feet, crooked one eye and looked hard at the crack in the door.

Behind this window gathered the most prestigious men in the area, the best tailors, and old men who could read and write and treat people.

Everyone gathered around the parents of the two boys in black and oppressively, a young man, white and pure, who looked like he was from the other side, and was spreading his hands and saying something.

This conspiracy meeting lasted all night, and Mo Zisong couldn't even stand falling asleep once or twice, and was woken up by the cold wind outside.

At this time, it was dawn, and the young man suddenly looked up at the outside of the house, and the two boys shrank their heads in fright.

Jin Guan stretched out his leg and kicked Mo Zisong's buttocks, he raised his head, half of his face was covered with mud, the two of them pointed at each other and laughed vigorously, Jin Guan asked him in a sharp voice, "Did you hear that?" ”

Mo Zisong was originally going to be fatter, but he shook his head back and forth, and a cry came from inside, and the two of them hurriedly looked back.

I saw that everyone got up, and Jinguan's mother was covering her face, and her shoulders kept shaking.

The door suddenly opened, and Jinguan's father stood there looking at him, and a cool breeze pulled his trouser leg into the door.

He looked up at his father's overly serious expression, and one or two fine snowflakes were falling on his face around the roof.

"Ah, it's snowing!"

Someone shouted next to him.

Everyone exclaimed with joy, and it was indeed a good day.

Jin Guan's father squatted down, stroked the ****'s face with his hand, and barely squeezed out a smile: "Child, you are an adult now, you should learn something, so that you can live a better life in the future." ”

"Am I going to school? Or learn to make a shovel? ”

"It's not ......," he rubbed the top of the boy's head, "we won't go into the school, it's a rule set by our ancestors, remember what I told you?" ”

"What is taught in the school is unjust......"

The man nodded, turned around and asked Jinguan to look at the white young man behind him: "That person is your master, from today onwards, you will go with him to the other side of the continent." ”

"Really?"

Jin Guan couldn't help shouting, and turned his face to see Mo Zisong with a look of surprise mixed with envy.

Step out of this fishing village, leave the cold weather behind, and make the journey to the heart of the continent, full of flowers and endless food.

There, as long as the sword is raised, the call of everyone can be heard.

The story of this adventure belongs to every boy, and the shadow of the hero is buried in the heart very early. As soon as I was born, the snow covered the entire windowsill, the stove in the house baked the back, and the old people of the family would tell the children stories of the world.

"When can I go and see it?"

Everyone has asked, and the answer is that fate will summon the people it needs at the moment of need.

So the white young man suddenly broke into the small fishing village, bringing this opportunity to confront fate.

"You've been chosen?"

Mo Zisong shouted at him, excitedly stretched out his hands, grabbed his shoulders and shook them back and forth.

"Really? Can I get out of here? Go over there! Go to the rest of the capital! ”

Even he himself was vigorously confirmed.

The father nodded and took him into his arms: "Jinguan, you have to remember that you are the saint's people, my child, no matter how difficult it is......"

In his arms, Jin Guan read in unison as usual: "Be kind, you must be ......"

His father wiped tears from his face and laughed with him.

So in this way, the young man took this child named Jinguan and stood at the entrance of the village to watch everyone say goodbye.

He is about to embark on his own adventure, like the legend of his father, to go to the most difficult place in the world, to cut off all injustice, and to return the faith that truly belongs to good intentions to those who do not know.

At the moment when he was about to turn his head, Jinguan's mother called his name softly.

The child didn't cry, he took off his belt with his usual hearty smile and handed it to his companion Mo Zisong: "When I'm not at home, you're me!" Take care of my mother and the family for me. ”

The two boys nodded solemnly in the snow, and then, like a real man, ran into their own destiny.