Green Water Realm.

This is a world that has existed for more than hundreds of millions of years, and the origin of the world has long been unsearchable, and only scattered shadows can be found from the mythological and ancient books collected by various Xiuzhen sects.

But the only thing that is certain is that this world has produced saints!

The sage preached the Fa, and after hundreds of millions of years of development, there are hundreds of large domains in the three major states of the entire Qingshui Realm, as well as many overseas islands, where cultivation is prevalent, and there are countless large and small sects.

The Kyushu domain is just an inconspicuous small domain among hundreds of domains.

However, in the past thousand years, the name of the Kyushu region has been "famous", and even the top cultivators in Shangxian Prefecture know this name.

In the entire Qingshui Realm, as long as they have a little understanding of the Xiuzhen incident, no one is familiar with this name.

If nothing else, just because back then, it was the source of the "reincarnation blood disaster" that caused countless great sect cultivation geniuses to fall!

"Think about the past! The first saint of the Jade Void Sect opened the reincarnation mirror, and countless Tianjiao entered it to compete for opportunities, all kinds of grand occasions, every time the old man thought about it, he felt his blood boiling! However, hundreds of years later, the treasure wheel only reached the second layer, and a large number of cultivation geniuses, and the future cultivation giants fell in it, and the spirit collapsed! ”

"The major sects panicked and gathered in one place to find a solution, but in less than a year, the remaining ninety percent of the geniuses in the reincarnation mirror have all fallen since then! On that day, the sky in Kyushu was blood-red! ”

"It's a pity that in the end, the reincarnation mirror collapsed by itself, shattered into countless fragments and scattered around the world, and no one can know the truth of the year."

Next to the low and dilapidated village, under a big banyan tree with a shady roof, an old man with a white beard in a patched coat asked for a fan, sighing, as if recalling the tragic situation of the year, and the wrinkles on his face became a ball.

In front of him, a few little radish heads who looked no more than four or five years old tilted their heads and blinked, looking incomprehensible.

However, they were confused, but they were still full of interest, and squatted beside the old man and refused to leave.

There is no one in this village to cultivate the truth, and there are only young and strong men in the family who practice martial arts, and there is no teacher in the whole village.

It's just that what the old farmer said, the adults in the village listened to it interestingly at first, and it was regarded as a mythical story, but then the old farmer said it too many times, which was inevitably annoying, so that now a few years later, as soon as the old farmer sat down and wanted to say something, the other villagers found excuses to leave, and only a group of children never got tired of listening to it.

However, even so, the old peasant still said over and over again that no matter whether others listen to him or not, he must tell himself, if he does not say it, the pain in his heart cannot be relieved, and he will go crazy with hatred.

The old farmer took this to heart and never mentioned it to anyone.

"Old yellow head! Are you still babbling there? The sweet potatoes in your field are almost stolen by the two dogs by the river! ”

The woman who came out to feed the chickens saw the scene under the tree, her expression was displeased, and she immediately shouted loudly, and the old farmer's face immediately changed slightly, and he got up and staggered, and he could not care to drop a straw sandal, and ran wildly towards his sweet potato field, which caused the children to laugh for a while.

After the old farmer left, the children were quite bored, and a group of children jumped up and ran to the woman, and one of the little fat men jumped out and hugged her, and shouted "Mother" coquettishly.

The woman immediately smiled, seeing that most of the other families were female babies, not to mention how proud she was, and did not forget to tell her son:

"Big Niu, don't listen to Grandpa Huang, what he said is all lies."

"I know!"

The little fat man nodded obediently, and then couldn't help but ask curiously: "Mother, is there really a god in the world?" What is the cultivation of Grandpa Huang talking about? ”

The woman rolled her eyes, "If there are really so many immortals, how can your Grandpa Huang still farm in our village, what cultivation is true or not, hurry back to practice strength, otherwise how will you be a hunter in the future!" ”

"Oh."

The little fat man answered, and finally stopped being curious, the woman looked at the remaining female dolls who had not left, turned around and went into the house and took out a bag of dried sweet potatoes.

However, when she sent it to the last girl, the smile on her face immediately faded, and she took out a dried sweet potato in the bag, and finally seemed to think it was too much, and added another one on the girl's hand.

"You girl, don't play around, go back and take care of your father."

The girl lowered her head, silently put away the dried sweet potatoes, and left without saying anything, looking at the direction of her house.

When the woman saw her go away, she withdrew her gaze, and her face immediately became stern, and she took her precious son's ear and rebuked:

"How many times have I told you, don't play with this mourning star in the future, why don't you listen!"

The little fat man was not convinced this time, and shouted loudly, "Mother, isn't Er Ya a little ugly?" She's so nice, and she often goes to the mountains to bring snacks for us to eat, why don't you let me play with her! ”

The woman immediately became angry, grabbed the little fat man and began to spank, "You're still disobedient, aren't you?" When did my mother hurt you? And that Erya, can it be ordinary ugly? If you play with her again, other people's brothers and sisters won't play with you! ”

The little fat man was beaten and cried, and the serious consequences of his mother's talk about it suddenly shouted:

"Mother! Stop fighting, Daddy...... Come and save me! I'm never going to play with Guya again!! ”

……

But said that at this moment, in front of the sweet potato field, the old yellow head stopped on the ridge of the field panting, his face was as black as the bottom of the pot, and there was no shortage of sweet potatoes in the field.

"Let's go back and talk to the old boy of the Zhang family."

After a few breaths, the old yellow head turned around and was about to go back, but found that there was another thin girl standing on the ridge.

The little girl's skin is very fair, and it seems that the fierce sunlight has not left any traces on her body, but this whiteness is more of a malnourished paleness, and her thin and small body gives people the illusion that it can be pinched off with one hand.

She was so thin that she didn't look like a seven- or eight-year-old at all, and she still mingled with a four- or five-year-old, but even so, the criss-crossed, cobweb-like scars on her face still made it impossible for her to find a playmate.

The atmosphere was silent for a short time-

The old yellow head sighed lightly, and the iconic scar on his face quickly reminded him of who the little girl in front of him was, "You're not...... The second girl in Hedong? ”

Erya nodded, and said rarely: "Grandpa, can you tell me the story of the first saint of the Jade Void Sect again?" ”

At this time, Lao Huangtou was surprised to find that Erya's voice was not as rough as the mother she had passed on, but like the sound of the hollow valley, pleasant and beautiful.

At least, the old yellow head had never heard such a nice voice in the area where mortals lived in his life, except for being in that place back then.

But seeing the scar on Erya's face, the old yellow head shook his head regretfully and didn't say much. He sat on the ridge, patted his side, and said kindly: "Come and sit, grandpa, I'll tell you, you're the first one who hasn't gotten tired of listening to it for three years, and in this regard, you're even better than Aunt Li in the village!" ”

From the age of four to the age of seven, the child still had to listen, and the old yellow head himself was amazed.

Erya seemed to hear that the old yellow head was praising her, and a smile appeared on her face, but the scar was affected by the smile, and this smile was even more terrifying than not smiling.

After all, the old yellow head is a person who has seen the "great world", and when he saw this, he did not show a different color, but instead pondered for a moment and laughed in a low voice:

"For the sake of listening to my story for three years, this time I will tell you something different, but ...... What I'm telling you today, I can't tell anyone else, can you do it? ”

Erya nodded, she didn't have any friends in the first place, and as for her father, it was even more impossible to say anything to him.

The old yellow head also seemed to understand this, and quickly entered the state, he gritted his teeth, and said, "Actually, back then...... I'm an ordinary handyman of the Jade Void Sect, and ...... It's on the First Virgin Peak! ”

Erya looked curious, she didn't understand why she was interested in this, but children don't think about it so much, she wanted to know, so she came to listen.

And obviously, today the old yellow head will tell her more stories.

The old yellow head seems to have fallen into memory, and his eyes are full of fanaticism and longing:

"The world of immortals is unimaginable to mortals. They fly to the heavens and the earth, and they can do anything, but those immortals do not call themselves immortals, but call themselves cultivators, and more popularly, they are 'monks.'" 'I only knew this after I joined the sect, and the first saint of the Jade Void Sect was really a fairy-like figure, I was in ...... back then."

The old yellow head spoke very happily, and the second girl listened attentively, time passed quickly, and soon it was dark.

Lao Huangtou had no choice but to postpone his narration, and after sending Erya to Hedong, he turned around and went home, and Hedong only lived in Erya's family, and if he didn't send it, he wouldn't worry.

He has lived alone for a long time over the years, and he feels too lonely, and Erya is not tired of his nagging, so he also has the idea of adopting him.

However, every time he thinks of Erya's headache father, Lao Huangtou can only give up when he thinks about it.

To the east of the river, there is mostly wasteland, and only one piece of land has been cultivated, that is, the one in front of Erya's house.

More than 10 years ago, there were many more households in Hedong than in Hexi, but because of many disasters, only the Erya family remained in Hedong.

Squeak –

In front of the thatched-covered earthen courtyard, Erya cautiously pushed open the door and poked her head in, with a faint look of panic and fear in her ears and eyes.

Seeing that there was no one in the courtyard, Er Ya breathed a sigh of relief, rushed in and closed the courtyard door, walked to the edge of the earthen stove in the corner of the courtyard and began to make a fire to cook.

But before the fire could start, a faint voice with anger suddenly sounded.

"You damn girl, you still know to come back?!"