The light of the pendant was exhausted, Mo Li also opened his eyes from the meditation, and there was a faint soul-stirring essence that was fleeting, and the qi and blood in his body reverberated and gradually subsided, but the blood vessels were much wider than before, and the ocean-like essence and blood were like a trickle, gurgling endlessly, and a thick and full sense of power filled his heart, making him not only physique, cultivation or temperament refreshed,** At this time, his arms were covered with greasy dirt, which made his eyes stagnate slightly, and then he smiled dumbly, this dirt hidden in his body did affect the purity of his bloodline, and also affected his cultivation, and now it is through the pill to gather aura and condense a full eleven blood lines, during which not only with the help of the pendant, but also related to his previous habit of never giving up and insisting on meditating bravely, and this is even more at this moment inadvertently became the fuse of the blood line breakthrough, which made him unexpected and unexpected. It also made him more convinced that although he stole his life and cultivated himself, it had a lot to do with the diligence of the monk himself.

Kicking his legs, like a nimble ape, he rushed into the bathhouse, cleaned his whole body and put on the beast clothes, only to feel fresh and dry, full of vitality, his brain seemed to remember something, he reached out and took out the wine jug from his waist, which was loaded with the nectar collected from the rock spire that night, opened his mouth and took a sip, the entrance was cool and comfortable, mixed with a little sweet and refreshing, which made him energetic and energetic, and this made Mo Li can't put it down, faintly aware of the extraordinary place of this rain and dew, and then tied to his waist and stepped out, tiptoeing towards the door。

"I don't know how the ancestor worship is?" Mo Li was puzzled, and his figure couldn't help but speed up his pace, but the way to the pyramid was guarded by the tribe's clansmen, and the clansmen were strictly forbidden to enter, so Mo Li had to turn around and leave, his body did not stop, and walked outside the tribe, and on the way, he also met a few clansmen, and after greeting each other, he did not linger at all, and his body was also standing outside the tribe's tower, looking around.

"Wow!" Mo Li, who couldn't find Ah Hei, raised his hand and whistled, the sound echoed, just a few breaths, Ah Hei seemed to have sensed, the eagle cried, spread its wings and flew, and after a while, slightly retracted its wings, shook its head, only to see its hawk's beak affectionately rubbing between Mo Li's arms, like a partner playing, innocent, innocent, and loving.

Mo Li approached Ah Hei's face and muttered softly a few times, only to see Ah Hei instantly spread his wings, and Mo Li was also sitting cross-legged on the back of the eagle, an eagle cries, and a melodious arc like a meteor slid out in the air, and the beautiful mountain song came slowly from afar again, euphemistic and moving.

"Ah Hei, we haven't been back to your home for a long time, aren't we very worried!" Mo Li said in a leisurely voice on the eagle's back, but the palm of his hand was like a lover's finger lightly brushing the soft and smooth feathers, and there was a hint of doting in his eyes, and his expression seemed to be in memory at this moment.

According to legend, there is a kind of bird on the shore of Luoshui, named Mo Yan, every hundred years of life, every birth after the separation of its parents, and it is to begin to fly to the world, once it takes off, it can not stop, until tired vomiting blood before resting for a while, continue to fly forward, and swim in the nine skies.

And this is the fate of Mo Yan, even if it is a sea of swords and fire, and a purgatory of bones and bones, it will never stop, and move forward bravely until the last moment of fighting!

And the blood of the ink is rooted in the water, and the sprouts grow in the soil, and the name that grows in the water is 'Dai', and the one that grows on the land is 'sacred', and the name is also the ink death, the ink flower is extremely beautiful and moving, delicate and delicate, but there is no pollen, so the ink flower only blooms once in its life. The Ink Flower is extremely rare, the wind and rain and the scorching sun are all a test for it, its chance of survival is extremely slim, and once it survives, it will result at an alarming speed, and then die, and no matter where the Ink Bird is, it will come back and swallow the seeds into the body, and the seeds are highly poisonous, so the Ink Bird will also die quickly, and the seeds that survive in its body will grow again with the help of the corpse, until the Ink Bird rots all over its body, and it becomes the Ink Bird!

The ancients said: The mourners follow the wind, and the ink is like dust, which is injustice and death!

"If you don't explode in silence, you will die in silence! Change your life against the sky, and people will win against the sky!" Mo Li looked up at this deep and oppressive sky, thoughtfully, the corners of his mouth murmured, and looked at Ah Hei, his face became more and more loving, now it has no habit of vomiting blood and stopping, as if a trace of abnormality has occurred, but that stubbornness is still the same, the eagle roars, spreads its wings and soars, and travels beyond the clouds.

If you want to compare yourself with the heavens, and then look back, even if the heroes bend their waists, they must also have the courage to soar, spread their wings and sing highly! Knock on the sky, how can my generation be a penny man?

"Whew!" Ah Hei let out a long howling eagle cry, the cry was ethereal, like a breeze, through the clouds and mist, tossing and turning, has swept over several mountain peaks.

"I wonder what happened to Hei's house, I guess this is the last time I'll come to worship his ancestors!" Mo Li murmured softly, staring deeply at the peaks in the sky.

"Ah Hei, speed up, go straight to the shore of Luoshui, it's time to worship the ancestors!" Mo Li patted Ah Hei's back, as if he had a spirit in his heart, only to see its claws kick again, and its waving wings were even more flapping, like a whirlwind, and the eagle roared, crossing several peaks again.

About half an hour later, the mountain peak is far away, a pool of rippling blue waves of the lake comes into view, the flowers and plants are flourishing, the water is abundant, like the land of fish and rice, the figure of Ah Hei glides down, flies against the water, until the water flow of the lake does not stop, and the diverted lake water forms a three-pronged mouth, every two have given birth to a tribe, as if the three-legged tripod, strange and magnificent.

And at the mouth of the three forks of the lake, there is a small mountain peak made of a pile of rocks, the flowers and plants on the peak are flourishing, the green onion cage is verdant, delicate and dripping, if you look at it from a distance, it looks like a tomb, in fact, it is a flower mound, and this is the place where Ah Hei was born, it is also its most sorrowful place, its parents gave birth to it here, and therefore died, Mo Li also met Ah Hei here for the first time, and the fine hair of the black also got this name, and since then they have become partners, and have become brothers who are inseparable from life and death!

"Wow!" Ah Hei let out a choked cry, flapping his wings and tapping the lake water, as if jumping up like a dragonfly dotting the water, the eagle's talons were folded, standing on the small hill, there was a trace of unspeakable sadness and desolation in the dark pupils, the head stared quietly at the flower mound on the top of the hill for a long time, once dependent on each other, now alone, how many people understand the meaning of sadness and desolation?

"Ah Hei, I haven't seen your ancestors for a long time, I'll play a song to pay tribute to my mourning!" Mo Li wiped Ah Hei's hair and said softly, then slid off the eagle's back, stretched out his hand and broke off a leaf, muttered for a long time, lightly held it on his lips, his eyes were slightly condensed, he blew lightly, his singing voice was slow, melodious and sad, and his tone was curling, making people cry.

And Ah Hei, who was standing on the side, looked solemn, his eyes were slightly condensed, and his head was slightly lowered, mourning and commemorating, which made people reverie.