The west wind is fierce, the angry horses are roaring, the war song is rising, and the sky is stained with blood......

On top of the bed, the wind followed him, and the cabin smelled of herbs, and he was sweating profusely and fell into a deep coma.

The visions of the sea arose, the war drums beat, the blood splashed the heavens and the earth, and the sky was shattered......

In an instant, it was another vicissitudes of life, and things were not people...... Demons are everywhere, ghosts and ghosts, and they have become purgatory on earth.

Killing, never-ending killing, war! Trumpet blowing......

A boy in ragged clothes, walking on the blood-colored earth, one step at a time, he seemed to be lost, flustered and helpless, but he did not cry.

Not long after, at the back door of a small courtyard, a crystal clear little girl appeared, she held the nest head in her hand and handed it to the boy.

The scene is constantly changing, the boy carries the little girl on his back, running for his life in the deep mountains and old forests, his weak body is stained with blood.

The wind followed him without knowing that he was seriously injured this time, coupled with a series of strange encounters, those forgotten memories were gradually waking up.

The ...... you lost What you have forgotten...... There are too many! Who will bear the burden of fate? Only you.

"Ah......h

"Nightmare...... Where am I?" Feng reluctantly supported his body, looking at his body bandaged like a dumpling, the cold sweat had already wet the quilt, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly, he hadn't had a nightmare for a long time.

In the thatched house, there are all kinds of weapons scattered around, and one of them is a hanging sword, which attracts the attention of the wind. The sword is magnificent, the edge has not been opened, and the sword is full of sharpness, simple and natural.

"Good sword, good sword......"

In the distance, there was a deafening sound of striking iron, which was uncomfortably dull, and the wind followed the sound and walked slowly.

I saw a hunchbacked old man, standing next to a refining furnace as high as nearly a foot, holding a large hammer in his hand, and hammering the knife embryo in his hand at once.

Feng has been practicing martial arts for many years, and every time he has a force, there are hundreds of catties, and he was slightly shocked, and his eyes swept around.

It turned out to be a small basin, surrounded by greenery, and looking up at the square sky, several towering mountains shrouded it.

It's good to be alive...... The wind took a deep breath of fresh air, as if in a nightmare.

Inviting Moon Dongtian and his party were extremely dangerous, but he didn't expect that as soon as he came out of the forbidden place, he would meet the Si Zhong of Xuanyue Gate. This person led a large number of people to respond outside, and several of them were extremely masters, and their strength was even more terrifying than Bi Santai.

As soon as he and Gu Qingyang saw that the situation was not good, they immediately dispersed and fled, but how could they escape? At this moment, a large number of skeleton monsters suddenly appeared, surrounding them layer by layer.

Everyone was frightened, the scene was chaotic, the masters of Xuanyue Gate were eaten alive one by one, and at the moment of crisis, the masters of the Gu family who responded to the Gu Qingchang arrived.

Feng was chased by the skeleton monster all the way, and was separated from Gu Qingyang, and in the end, his true qi was exhausted, so he could only jump off the cliff and fight for that glimmer of life.

When he woke up, he went with him to the thatched hut, and in his coma, he had a long, long nightmare. In addition to the fact that some skeleton monsters are real, some chaotic memories that appear in his mind are also very confusing to him.

"You wake up, sit ......", the hunchbacked old man did not look back, still hammering the weapon in his hand hard.

Feng Suixing knew that he had met a master, so he didn't dare to make a mistake, so he sat on a stone chair not far away.

After a while, the hunchbacked old man sighed, threw the knife embryo in his hand into the refining furnace, and slowly walked over.

He carefully looked at the body of Feng Entourage, and found that Feng Entourage, except for his face was a little pale, his spirit was very good, and he couldn't help but say.

"It's good to be young......"

Feng Suixing hurriedly got up and bowed.

"Feng has seen his predecessors with him, thank you seniors for saving his life......" The hunchbacked old man waved his hand, hunched over, and kept coughing.

This old age is very large, with a strong hunchback, gray hair, and a dull twilight. Feng Escort has seen such a person, the time limit is approaching, and there should not be many days left.

"Are you okay senior?"

Hunchbacked old man. "It's okay! I'm old, it's useless, I see that you are also a cultivator, can you do little old man a favor?"

"Senior, please command, as long as Feng is within his ability, he will never refuse!"

Although the wind accompanied him indifferent and realistic, the hunchbacked old man saved his life, if it was something he could, he didn't mind helping out, and the hunchbacked old man waved his hand.

"Don't worry, your injuries haven't healed, let's talk about it later. ”

Time flies, it is more than ten days in a flash, and the injuries accompanying the wind are finally fully healed, most of the skin injuries are not injured, and the muscles and bones are not injured, which can be regarded as a great luck.

"Little old man's time is short, and everything is already downplayed, so I don't want to ask you where you came from and what you have experienced. ”

Feng nodded with his head, it has been more than ten days, and the hunchbacked old man really didn't ask a word about his origin. Cultivators, who are not related to others, who does not pay attention to outsiders?

"Senior, please command ......"

Seeing that the wind was following him seriously, the hunchbacked old man smiled.

"I have an adopted grandson, named Zeng Ming, who is currently cultivating in the Burial Sword Sect in Gaoyang County, and the old man wants to see him for the last time. I don't know why, he hasn't been back for more than two years, can the little brother help me run?"

Knowing that time was short, the hunchbacked old man wanted to see his grandson and cut the last fate.

The wind followed the secret road, and the Burial Sword Sect Isn't it the sect where Xu Mubai belongs? He also gave me a jade pendant, it seems that it is really fateful. At the moment, I don't know anything about the cultivation world, and what's even more ridiculous is that I don't even have a good book of exercises, so maybe I can consider worshipping a sect.

The wind followed his mind quickly, and soon thought of where to go, and couldn't help but say. "You're welcome, senior, I don't know where this Gaoyang County is?"

The hunchbacked old man looked strangely at the wind and followed.

"You don't know Gaoyang County? The place we are in belongs to Xiluo County, and Gaoyang County is adjacent to Xiluo County. ”

It turned out that the Xuanyuan Continent was centered on the city of monks, and behind it was a powerful sect, commonly known as the Upper Three Sects. According to relevant records, there are a total of 88 continents in the Western Regions, and the counties under the jurisdiction of the continent are set up, and the prefectures are set up under the counties, and the surrounding areas outside the city are towns.

Zhentun and small cities belong to the living zone of mortals, and true cultivators rarely go to that kind of place, because the aura is too scarce. Any real monk city will generally have small spirit veins, and entering the big city will have to hand over spirit stones, which mortals can't afford at all.

The likes of Yanxia City, where the wind followed him in his early years, can only be regarded as a small town on the edge, a zone where mortals live, and it is not a city of monks at all.

For the monks, the city is the smallest area, with the city of monks as the core, and the surrounding area of dozens of miles is under the jurisdiction of the big city. These basic information are not known to the wind, which shows the lack of cognition. Of course, in addition to the reason why he is remote, the biggest culprit is the Bloody Cloth Sect.

In addition to teaching them to kill, the Bloody Clothes Sect didn't want them to know too much about the outside world at all, besides, he was a killer, in order to survive, he cultivated every day and night, how could he have too much energy to understand?

The hunchbacked old man gave him a brief introduction to the setting of Xiyu Zhou County, and the wind followed him awkwardly.

"Thank you for your advice...... Feng was born in a small city on the edge, and by chance, he embarked on this path of cultivation. ”

It is difficult to cultivate loosely, everyone knows that the hunchbacked old man shook his head slightly, he has no talent, and it is difficult to get ahead. He was born in a true family of cultivators, and later declined, reduced to casual cultivation, and in his early years, in order to earn resources, it can be said that he died nine times.