In the darkness, a fishy smell of blood stimulated Chen Zimo to wake up.

In the light of the flickering torches, he could probably see his surroundings clearly. He was in darkness at this point, what appeared to be a cave, but the roof of the cave could not be seen, and it was wet, but the strong smell of blood made him sure that it was not water.

He tried to move his body, but found that only his head could turn, and his body could not move even a finger.

He turned his head slightly to the left, and found himself in a small pit, and the pit was full of blood, and the blood just didn't reach his ears, and if he turned his head vigorously, the blood would flood his entire face, and a feeling of nausea made him want to vomit.

Turning his head to the right, he found that not far away was the edge of the blood pit, and the strong smell of blood penetrated his brain, it was an extremely uncomfortable feeling, and the viscous blood wrapped around him.

"Anyone?" he shouted with his head thrown back with all the strength he had left, the sound of a violent sound as if it was about to tear his lungs, and then a smell of blood poured in, followed by a constant coughing sound with pain all over his body.

But the sound reverberated through the empty cave until it faded away, without a single sound of response.

Staying in the blood puddle, Chen Zimo was extremely painful, he couldn't feel the rest of his body except his head, if it wasn't for the fact that he turned his head and eyes with all his strength to see the body above the blood, he even suspected that he might only have one head left.

He was about to shout again, but the smell of blood made him give up doing so, because a mouth was as disgusting as a mouthful of blood.

I don't know how long it took, but a figure appeared on the edge of the blood pit.

"Who are you? Did you imprison me here? What do you want to do?" Seeing someone, Chen Zimo asked all the questions in one breath.

The shadow stood for a moment, then sat down on the edge of the pit. "Why do you have so many questions, I want to think about what I have to answer first?"

Reflecting the faint light of the fire, he could only see the person next to the pool of blood dressed in blue, and after a moment, the low, hoarse voice sounded again.

"First, I didn't imprison you, if you can go, you can leave at any time, second, I don't want to do anything, just be bored alone, talk to someone, and third, who am I?" he paused. "You can call me Mr. Lan!"

Although Chen Zimo knew that what this person said was the same as what he didn't say, at least he guessed that he should be fine for the time being. "Then why am I here?"

"I'll bring you!"

"Why did you bring me here?"

"I said, I want to talk to someone. ”

Chen Zimo was stunned for a while, only thinking that this person was really weird.

"Why can't I move?"

"You've taken a serious injury and need to heal here. With that, the man in blue stood up. "You have so many questions that I suddenly don't want to talk about it. ”

The figure didn't care about Chen Zimo's next shouting, just left a back, and then disappeared into the darkness.

Chen Zimo fell into the silence of one person again.

In this silence, he counted every second, he tried to get up or at least feel his body, but there was nothing, the pain was infinitely lowered in this silence, magnified to the extreme, every moment remained extreme.

"Xiao Yun, are you safe?" Chen Zimo whispered in the blood pit.

It was a long time, like a year, like ten years. Chen Zimo heard footsteps.

"Mr. Lan, are you here?"

"You're not noisy kid anymore?"

"What can I do if it's noisy, at least I'm alive now, it's good!" He has already thought clearly, there are too many things he has experienced for a while, so complicated that his brain has long been insufficient, he never thought that he would experience so much before, for Chen Zimo, it is simple, guarding his grandparents and Xiao Yun safely, this is ordinary happiness.

The man in blue sat down on the edge of the pit again, this time he seemed to have something more in his hand, vaguely a wine gourd, and the figure drank something from time to time, which seemed to be very delicious, and drank it in this bloody hole.

"Mr. Lan, I'm thirsty, I want to drink some water!"

"No water, only wine. ”

"Wine, okay, can you give me some to drink? I'm really thirsty!"

The figure was not moving, and although Chen Zimo couldn't see the man's eyes, he could feel that a gaze was looking at him.

"Turn your head and drink it yourself. ”

Chen Zimo was stunned. "There's only blood, do you think I'll drink it!"

"If you don't drink, you'll die of thirst!" the blue-clothed man's voice was still low and without a trace of emotion.

"You're not going to let me die!"

"How do you know I won't let you die!"

"Because you didn't say you wanted someone to talk to! I'm dead, who are you talking to!"

Chen Zimo said that this sentence was a gamble, he really couldn't be sure that one day this figure would not appear, he would stay here forever, and finally turn into a stream of blood in this pit.

The black shadow didn't speak, but stood up, and the object also flew over, flying above Chen Zimo's head, and then he saw that it was indeed a gourd.

I saw that the gourd was tilted upside down, and the liquid in the gourd flowed out, and Chen Zimo also opened his mouth, just flowing into his mouth.

"Good wine!" With that, the gourd flew back into the hands of the man in blue.

And Chen Zimo felt a sudden coolness appear in his chest, yes, he could already roughly feel his body, this cool feeling was very comfortable, gradually, he was a little confused, and in the blur he saw the black shadow disappear into the darkness again, and then he fell asleep.

In the days that followed, every time it was about the same time, the shadow would always appear, but nothing more was spoken.

Chen Zimo asked many things, such as: Where is this place, where does this blood water come from, Is it day or night outside, how long has he been here, has he met his friends, and so on.

But the man in blue just sat there and drank, but before he left, he would give him what was under him.

Gradually, Chen Zimo also got used to it, every time the person came to sit on the edge of the pit and drink, and he quietly looked at the figure, just like staring at the small eyes, although Chen Zimo couldn't see the person's eyes.

It's just that every time he sees that person drinking, it reminds him of Yu Bing, and even for a moment he thinks that person is Yu Bing.

Six or seven times later, the black shadow was still sitting cross-legged on the edge of the pit, and after a few sips of wine, he said, "Tell you a story!"

"Can I say I don't want to hear it!"

"A long, long time ago, so early that no one remembers that it was that time, at that time there was no distinction between exotic land and Huazhou, there were very few cultivators in the world, and there was no so-called qi at that time, and cultivators relied on 'field'!"

Hearing this word, Chen Zimo's spirit was shocked, this word that was familiar and unfamiliar to him, this word that was full of words in the books left by his parents, this word that he asked many people but no one knew, the person in front of him actually knew.

The man in blue did not pause, and continued: "At that time, cultivation did not mean that you could learn if you wanted to, what was a 'field' and how to practice a 'field' were only known to some big families or upper-class people, and this was also something they controlled, and becoming a cultivator was also a sign of an upper-class person, and ordinary people could only face cultivators like fish and meat on a board. As he spoke, the man in blue took another sip of wine. "However, those so-called upper-class people who practice do not use that power to bring a good life to ordinary people at the bottom, and only bring oppression, exploitation and suffering, for them, the lives of ordinary people are like mustard, which can be wiped out at will. This power also brought them arrogance, so that the upper classes continued to fight each other, and there were fewer and fewer people, until one day, a young genius was unwilling to be exploited and enslaved by the upper classes, he hid in the mountains, and created a method that everyone can practice, which is the martial arts and spells powered by 'qi', and it is at this time that the thing 'qi' is recognized by everyone. The invocation of 'qi' is very simple, anyone can learn it as long as they practice hard, and in the end, it brings hope to all the people at the bottom, and more and more people have mastered the 'qi', just like the prairie fire, they began to gather together to challenge the upper class, but after all, 'qi' is only a simplified power, and how to compete with those who will 'field' the opponents of the upper class. The people at the bottom were defeated, almost all the people who could 'qi' were executed, and they wanted to use this method to suppress them, but they did not expect that although they were weak and like a flame of hope that was about to be extinguished at any time, it would be like a plague. ”

"Later!" Seeing that the man in blue fell silent, Chen Zimo hurriedly asked.

"The backlog, the accumulation, will erupt one day, it will be like a flash flood and tsunami, devastating, and those at the bottom are waiting for an opportunity. Later, the war between the upper classes became more and more intense, and the powerful ' The field even tore apart the continent, changed the environment, the war ended, although it ended with a narrow victory on one side, but this is the opportunity for those at the bottom, they attacked it in groups, the upper class people because of the war, the vitality was greatly damaged, and this group of bottom people suddenly attacked, so that they were caught off guard, although the emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, but still can not withstand the overwhelming group attack of the bottom people, just like that, they overthrew the high-level people, the long-accumulated emotions broke out, they slaughtered all the high-level people, no one left, just like that, no more know'Field', and 'Qi' has become the only method of cultivation. ”

"Who the hell are you, how do you know these things, why are you telling me this?" he knew that he would not get a real answer if he asked that, but he still had to ask clearly.

The man in blue stood up, turned around and was about to leave, and finally turned around and said, "I am your father's friend, and I was also his subordinate ten years ago, and I used to fight side by side and trust my life!"

"Me, my father. It was an answer he never expected.

He was like to say something, but the man disappeared into the darkness again. This time, Chen Zimo did not drink.

After a long time, Chen Zimo could already feel most of his body, but he still couldn't move, but this also made him feel relieved, the man in blue hadn't been here for a long time, although he was full of questions after listening to the story told by the man in blue last time, but these could only be questions, because he couldn't find the answer.

"He knows my father!" Chen Zimo muttered to himself, he recalled everything before, as if it was all related to his father, they basically knew his father, and it seemed that they were all involved in the events of ten years ago, what happened ten years ago?

The smell of blood in the cave was still tangy, but it did not affect Chen Zimo, who was in deep thought, he had long been familiar with the smell, pungent and disgusting.

The figure of his father kept flashing in his mind, it was a very simple figure, not majestic or tall, just a simple ordinary person, no different from others on the street, but why did he know so many strange people, and their words mentioned his father with more or less respect, which made him very puzzled!

He even wondered if they had mistaken the person, who was not his father at all.

Quiet, incomparably quiet, even dead silence, Chen Zi listened to his own breathing, quietly pondering.

If you want to know the answer, maybe the best way is to do the same path as my father. That was the only answer he had at the moment.

"Still alive?"

The hoarse and deep voice of the man in blue sounded again, and Chen Zimo realized that the man was sitting there again at some point.

"Well, thanks to the seniors, it's okay. ”

"The last time you asked me why I knew those things, do you know what a 'field' is?" the man in blue asked in a rather strange tone.

"The predecessors said last time that the 'field' is the way that the upper-class people cultivated in the past, and it should be similar to qi. ”

Suddenly, the man in blue burst out laughing, and the laughter kept echoing through the cave, even stabbing his ears with pain.

"Why are my seniors laughing, am I not right?"

"I laugh at your understanding and the understanding of those people at the bottom, the frog at the bottom of the well, sitting in the well and watching the sky. The man in blue took a sip of his wine. "'Qi' or what those wizards in foreign lands call 'spirit' are all kinds of things, it is not much different from the 'force' scattered between heaven and earth, in detail it is a static force, although they are invisible, but qualitative, and 'field' is different, it is a dynamic force. In other words, if you use a talisman to transform a fireball in an incomparably wet place, no matter how high your cultivation is, it can't compare to the fireball you transform in a hot and dry place, because this static power is too dependent on the environment, whether it is an earth-shattering or even environment-changing big spell, or a simple and pure small spell, it is all dependent on the environment and then fed back to the environment. The man in blue paused and took a long sip of wine. "This kind of restriction is quite large, just like a top-level cultivator, he summons lightning, even if the 'qi' of the whole body is exhausted, the power of lightning will not be as strong as the power of lightning in nature before the storm, because the static power is to constantly accumulate the corresponding power in the environment, and then by reaching a sufficient amount, so as to show explosively, this is consumed, and just like a bottle, no matter how much water is gathered, it is impossible to exceed the capacity of the bottle. ”

"What about the 'field'?" Chen Zimo interrupted the man in blue urgently, because these things had begun to approach what he had seen in the book, and those broken and incomplete places that he had not understood before began to slowly connect.

"The meaning of 'field' is to start from scratch, the root of the essence is to break the existing environmental comfort, and even create the rules of the environment, burn the flame in the water, grow towering trees in the fire, he has no constraints, no restrictions, the dynamic power creates other forces, breaking the restrictions of the previous environmental rules. ”

"Then how can you cultivate this kind of power!"

"Those high-level people in ancient times continued to study, continue to explore, and finally found that this power is intangible and substantial, they studied for thousands of years or even longer, only to find that it is only the tip of the iceberg, countless people because of this power and fall into madness, until death, and the easiest way to perceive and learn this power is to cultivate the will. ”

"Will!Isn't that what the 'spirit' is said about the exotics?"

"No, it's different, the 'spirit' lies in the external embodiment, such as the sharp insight, the perception of innate external objects, etc., but the will is different, it is unique to human beings or higher creatures than humans, such as some demons and monsters, they will also have spiritual power, and even some are congenitally stronger than people, but they will never have will power, and the will can be transformed into thousands of things, transformed into 'qi', and transformed into 'spirit'. ”

Chen Zimo listened as if he understood but did not understand. "So how can you temper your will?"

"Push the limits of your body, but exactly, no one knows with the disappearance of those high-level people. ”

"Push your limits. He suddenly remembered something, these things were mentioned in the book left by his father, he couldn't understand it before, and he just swept it hastily, he didn't expect it to be so important.

The air suddenly fell silent, and neither of them spoke.

"Thank you seniors for telling me these things, and the juniors have benefited a lot. ”

"I just want to talk to someone, you don't have to thank me, there are many strange things in this vast world, and one day you will find that all we know is an island in the dark sea, which seems to be swallowed up by a wave. With that, he stood up, and countless fireballs flew out of the man's sleeve, flying straight into the air, exploding bright sparks from nowhere, blooming with a brief but dazzling light. "Look around!"

With the man's words, he turned his head to look, and that glance, he will never forget for the rest of his life.

He thought it was just a big blood pit in the depths, but he didn't expect that it was not a blood pit, but a sea of blood in the dark, boundless, all the way to the end of the darkness, he couldn't imagine what kind of place this was, a sense of fear kept surging in his heart, and as the fire dissipated, everything returned to the dark calm.

"This, is this hell?" Chen Zimo struggled to suppress the magnified space.

The man in blue didn't answer him, and at this moment, another figure appeared in the darkness, and the man in blue turned his head to look, and then said a few words to the figure, and the figure left respectfully.

Although the distance was not used, the figure spoke Huazhou fluently and lowered his voice, and Chen Zimo did not hear clearly what they were saying.

After the figure left, the man in blue walked back, and at the same time, as soon as he raised his hand, the gourd flew steadily above Chen Zimo's head.

It was another comfortable coolness, and after a hearty drink, with a dazed sleepiness, his vision gradually blurred, and the man in blue also turned around and walked into the darkness.

"Wait, senior, what kind of person is my father?" was Chen Zimo's last words.

"Mediocrity will steam out every shred of water in everyone's hearts, and this is what makes glory appear incomparably brilliant, these are the last words your father gave me!"