Huang Yanxing, Dongsheng Shenzhou North.

On the land of hundreds of millions of miles, famous mountains and rivers crisscross the sky, blessed caves are dotted with stars, and ancient secret realms and ruins are also scattered among them.

In the endless years, kingdoms large and small have sat on it. The legend of immortality has been passed down from generation to generation, and people believe in it.

In the southern wilderness of Yunshan Country, Qianyang County is one of the ordinary counties of more than 100 counties in the surrounding area.

Relying on the mountains to eat the mountains, relying on the water to draft the water, and the people of Pingyang County, who are backed by the 100,000 mountains in the southern wilderness, the mountains are the survival dependencies for life and reproduction.

In the evening, the people who return from the mountains are happy to return home with the harvest of the day, and the people who work in the plough also stop the day's labor, and work at sunrise and sunset.

The lights of thousands of homes rose on the edge of this reckless southern wilderness, and Qianyang County at this time was particularly quiet.

In a ruined temple on the border of Qianyang County, a bonfire was lit.

This is a ruined temple without even a gate, and the cool breeze of autumn blows through the hall.

The bonfire was blown and swayed, and the small people on the side hurriedly reached out and turned their backs to the wind to protect the faint flames.

There was a clay pot with a notch on the fire, and some wild vegetables and a big sweet potato were boiled with a clatter.

Through the firelight, the face covered with black ash, the two big black eyes were extraordinarily bright, and the messy hair covered the small head, looking stupid and cute.

Perhaps the aroma of the food came out as it was boiled, and the little beggar's stomach growled. Rubbing his hands, he picked up a branch next to his leg and plunged it into the sweet potato.

I put it on my mouth and blew it gently, and my eyes were a little hot when I just got out of the pot.

The little beggar couldn't wait to bite it, and it seemed that his hot tongue had melted, and he buried himself in eating.

The little beggar is not an orphan, he originally lived in a small village on the outskirts of Qianyang County with his mother, who suddenly suffered from a strange illness five years ago and fell unconscious, so in order to treat his mother, he sold the two acres of land and an old house that were the most valuable in the family.

It's a pity that I still couldn't save my mother's life, from the onset of the disease to the death, the time of the month was too hasty, and the symptoms were too weird.

In the already small village, it is even more rumored that the spirits in the mountains are coming to lure their lives.

That's how people are, the woman who came to this small village alone twelve years ago with her infant baby, is always talked about by idle people.

Originally, with the passage of time, people's malice gradually disappeared, but who knew that they encountered such a strange illness, and for a while, people avoided this only remaining little beggar.

At first, there were still people who were willing to help with some leftovers, but after a long time, no one cared.

The little beggar spent all the money to bury his mother, and when there was no one to help, he began to leave his hometown. Alone in the broken temple in the wilderness of this deserted village, when he was hungry, he got some wild fruits and vegetables, and there was a large vat in the temple, which was used by the little beggar to carry water. I've been living here for two years.

The little beggar who was feasting stopped, as if startled by the signs in the night sky before him.

A black-red light suddenly appeared in the mid-night sky, flashed, and fell towards the deep mountain behind the old temple.

This is?

The strange legend of the fairy gods has been circulated in this land since ancient times, some people say that they have seen a giant tiger in the body, and some people say that they have seen the immortals in and out of the green underworld, anyway, the immortals are not nonsense.

After dinner, the little beggar who slept behind the statue of the god of the old temple had insomnia, and his yearning for immortals was infinitely seduced, and the thoughts in his heart became more and more firm when he thought of his sick and dead mother.

Tomorrow, be sure to check it out!

The sky was slightly white, and the chill of Qingcheng in the ruined temple of the dew wind looked biting.

The little beggar rolled up his body and grabbed the fur of the beast on his body tightly, and a spirit opened his eyes. After a moment's pause, he got up and stopped snoozing.

Today he decided to go and look for the fairy fate of last night. He wants to live forever!

When he came to the clay pot where the food was stored, he wasted a lot of effort to remove the stones on it, and took out the only remaining bacon that had been dried for an unknown amount of time.

Originally, this thing was enough for him to eat for a year, but today, he decided to leave, so he simply took it all out, ate it to his heart's content, and if he couldn't eat, he could take it with him on the road as a ration.

I took out three sweet potatoes that were newly dug yesterday, boiled them all into clay pots, and ate them in one morning. The remaining two are carried on the road.

The little beggar, who had eaten a full meal, put the worn-out animal skin that had been covered for two years on his body, pinned a firewood knife to his waist in the broken temple, looked at the old temple, and resolutely left, heading towards the boundless 100,000 mountains.

He remembered that the place where the black light had fallen last night was probably a mile east of the 100,000 Mountains in this realm.

He didn't know how long it would take, but he knew that as long as he kept walking towards that place, he couldn't go wrong.

What falls from the sky will not leave no trace.

The sun rises and the moon sets, and the little beggar spends his first thought in the 100,000 mountains, at this time. Stopped in front of a dense primeval forest.

This year's long journey allowed him to see the wild side of this southern wilderness jungle.

There are scars on his body like those of the Southern Wilderness medicine pickers! In front of his chest and behind his body, his limbs and faces, some of them are strangely shaped, some are scabbing over, and some of the old wounds have not healed and new ones have been added.

In a treacherous environment, a twelve-year-old child has survived until now, and the only thing that has helped him is a wooden pendant left to him by his mother.

For so many years, the little beggar has always thought that this is a small trinket made for him by his mother, and he has always carried it closely, and the baby is tight. On the day of selling the house and land, the little beggar carefully took it out and wanted to pawn it for some money, but the landlord saw that it was a wooden thing, and he was unwilling to even give out a copper plate, so in desperation, he had to put it close to him.

When the little beggar first fell off the precipice, he thought he was dead.

Under the cliff was a large pool, which was neither deep nor shallow, and it was this pool that reduced part of the impact and did not let him die on the spot. The little beggar who was washed up by the water on the edge of the pool had broken many bones all over his body, and he thought he was dead. In the middle of nowhere, no one came to his rescue.

Until the coolness emanating from his chest and the subsidence of the pain gave him hope, and the speed of recovery was faster than he imagined. In just two days, he was able to walk and climb again.

At that time, I was surprised in my heart, thinking of my mother's gentle smiling face, and thinking about the magic of the pendant on my chest, and for a while, I was completely confused.

Could it be that the mother is an immortal? and an immortal will also die?

He knew that the magic of the pendant did not work for his mother, because the wooden hairpin on his mother's head at the time of burial was made of the same material as this pendant.

Anyway, it's all alone, and since you've embarked on the road of searching for immortals, let's just find out.

The light in the dark night engraved the existence of the immortal in the heart of the little beggar.

The little beggar who didn't die knew that the little wooden pendant was strange, and it was even more precious to be a treasure.

Later, by chance, he found that he soaked in a small wooden pendant before drinking water, and after drinking it, his body was cold and swishing, his strength recovered faster, and his stomach would not hurt, which made him even more pleasantly surprised.

Relying on this little thing, the little beggar is on the edge of life and death, and I don't know how many times.

Finally, at this time, he came to the towering primeval forest in front of him.

If you go further, it is really a southern wilderness, different from the periphery, no one has ever entered and come out again.

The people who collect medicine from the periphery will stop here, and if they are bolder, they can go deeper for another seven days, which is also a great danger! Generally, the people who go up and go inside to collect medicine, even if it is only seven days, come out of 12.

Tightening the polished wood knife in his hand, the little beggar walked cautiously into the depths of the dense forest.