Dongyi, a thousand lakes and seas, a small fishing village.

Despite its name, it is actually a large fishing village, and the inhabitants of the fishing village have been fishing for generations. Of course, after generations of hard work, the village has also developed other occupations based on fishing.

For example, there are blacksmith shops that repair harpoons and other fishing tools for fishermen, and clothing shops that mend clothes for young and old in the village. In addition to this, there is an ancestral hall dedicated to the god of the sea, and a grocery store that buys and sells various items. It can be said that although the fishing village is small, it has all kinds of organs.

Those who live in more remote areas often come to the village to exchange their daily needs.

Although they all live near the sea, some fishermen also give up fishing and go to the mountains to hunt or cut firewood. After all, it is safer to cut wood and hunt in the mountains than to go to sea.

Importantly, there is an important herb in the mountains, purple goldengrass. As long as this herb is collected, it can be exchanged with the caravan for corresponding daily necessities. Of course, you can also exchange it for grocery stores, but there will be some losses in the corresponding price. Therefore, there are also a small number of fishermen who will change careers to become hunters. And these hunters will live in the mountains all year round.

Whenever the wind chimes of the caravan ringed in the small fishing village, many unfamiliar faces appeared in the fishing village. Hunters would come to the small fishing village to hand over the purple grass they had picked and exchange it for what they needed.

And when the wind chimes of the caravan ring again, and the ponies of the caravan disappear into the mountains, the hunters will disperse one after another, and the small village will gradually fall silent.

All in all, the small fishing village is still a relatively lively small village.

It's just that on this day, the small village that used to be more lively seemed too peaceful. The small fishing village, which has never snowed, is now covered with white snowflakes.

In the blacksmith shop in the eastern corner of the village, there is a "thump" sound of striking iron, bringing life to the quiet hamlet.

In the furnace of the blacksmith's shop, a raging fire rose. A bearded man with broad shoulders and a strong body is holding an iron clip in his left hand and a hammer in his right hand, rhythmically beating the red iron blank on the anvil. On the other side, a half-grown boy was wielding a sledgehammer five or six times larger than the bearded man, helping the bearded man to hammer the iron blanks used to make tools into the desired shape.

"Little monkey, add some iron and carbon to the uncle, and make the fire stronger. Grandma's, it's a little cooler this day, and even the fire in the stove isn't as strong as it used to be. The bearded man said to the half-grown boy as he tapped the small hammer in his hand.

"Okay, Uncle Wang." The boy, called Little Monkey, shouted in response, put down the sledgehammer in his hand, turned around and ran to the back of the tool rack, and took out a bag of iron and carbon. He took the big bag of iron and charcoal and poured it into the furnace along the mouth of the stove.

Uncle Wang put down the hammer and put the iron blank into the furnace. He reached under the stove with his other hand, twitched the bellows with wide opening and closing, and did not stop until there was a "whoosh" sound from the bellows. And the fire in the furnace rose even more vigorously.

At this time, the blacksmith named Wang Bo picked up the small hammer again and struck the cooked iron with "ping pong".

"Uncle Wang, when do you think I will learn your craft?" The half-grown boy named Little Monkey stood idly aside, watching the blacksmith knock on the iron blank, and said without words.

Uncle Wang continued to beat the iron blank, sporadic sparks sputtering. He replied without raising his head: "You stinky boy, you have only been studying for less than two months, and you want to learn all the skills of your uncle, how can it be so simple." ”

"But I really want to learn it sooner so I can go out into the world. Grandma said that as long as you can learn your craft, you will promise me to follow the caravan. The little monkey stretched and said with a wistful look in his eyes.

Uncle Wang turned the iron blank over, continued to beat, and said unhurriedly: "It's okay to go outside for a walk, go out and see the world." Save your life to stay in a small fishing village, and you don't even know what it's like outside. ”

"yes, like I've never seen snowflakes before, and I don't see them now. I heard that on the snowy fields in the north, it snows all day long, and the sky and the earth are white, which is a magnificent sight. The little monkey leaned against the wooden window, holding his chin in his hands, and muttered to himself.

Suddenly, the little monkey seemed to remember something, turned to the blacksmith and asked, "Uncle Wang, I heard that you were a soldier when you were young, and you even hit the snowfield, is it true?" ”

"Stinky boy, you heard it from your mother again. I did serve as a soldier, but before I could reach the snow, the army was scattered. Uncle Wang said while tapping on the iron blank, and the iron blank in his hand gradually had a rough model.

"Oh? Can you tell me about the interesting things on the march? The little monkey asked curiously.

Uncle Wang put the iron blank in the bucket next to him, and the "snorting" sound of the iron blank had the appearance of an iron block. He was working in his hands, and he said, "How many times have you heard this?" If you haven't heard enough, I'll tell you the story of the siege of June."

The peaceful time passes slowly in the story, and in the blink of an eye, it is night. It was still snowing outside, there were no stars in the sky and no moon, and the night was darker than snow.

"It's really an interesting story, then Uncle Wang, I'll go first, and I'll come back tomorrow morning." The little monkey stood up, stretched, and turned to leave.

"Little monkey, you wait first." Uncle Wang put down the work in his hand, turned around and walked into the house. When he came out, he took out a basket with some salted fish and other dry food.

Uncle Wang stretched out his hand and handed the basket to the little monkey, scratched his messy hair and said, "Little monkey, this is some dry food for you, take it back and eat it with Aunt Li." It's not easy for her to support the family as a woman. ”

The little monkey took the basket from Uncle Wang's calloused hand and said happily: "Thank you, Uncle Wang, I will definitely talk about your good in front of my mother when I go back, hehe." ”

"Stinky boy, let's look for a smoke." Uncle Wang's thick slap lightly hit the little monkey's head, and the little monkey laughed and wanted to dodge.

Suddenly, Uncle Wang's slap stopped in mid-air, and the whole person froze in place. His mouth was wide open, as if something unthinkable had happened.

The little monkey waited for a while, but did not wait for the expected slap. looked up, but saw Uncle Wang who was stunned.

So, the little monkey followed Uncle Wang's eyes and turned his head curiously. In an instant, he also showed the same look as Uncle Wang.

I saw a fiery red meteor flying in the dark sky. The meteor with a crimson tail flame turned into a crimson streamer in the night sky. The meteor grew larger and larger, and finally a huge fireball in the shape of a firebird fell on the north corner of the village.

"The sky is on fire, and the world is in chaos. Fire fell from the sky," Wang Bo muttered. The little monkey in front of him didn't pay attention to what Uncle Wang was saying, he was already deeply shocked by what he saw.

"Ahh That's my house, and my mom is still in it! The little monkey suddenly shouted loudly

When Feng Liuyang woke up, it was already night. His head was dizzy, and he still had some strange images left in his head. Those broken dreams were like memories imposed on him by the man named Long Weiyong. Although Feng Liuyang was not too interested in these memories, at least he could be regarded as empathetic.

Why did Long Weiyong give me these memories? Feng Liuyang thought about it for a long time, but he didn't figure out the reason. In the end, I simply didn't want to, stood up and prepared to leave.

Suddenly, Feng Liuyang noticed a serious problem - there was not much aura around him. And if he wants to transform back into the phoenix body, he needs to use a lot of aura. That is, he can only move forward on foot now.

What's worse is that the aura around him is so thin that it is difficult to even release spells. Feng Liuyang had to meditate hard to feel the faint aura that existed around her.

At this time, Feng Liuyang realized, "Where is this?" "This is the most serious problem. Thinking of what had happened in the Temple of Mountains and Rivers, he made a bold conjecture - he had fallen to the dust.

It is only in the mortal dust that the aura is so weak. Feng Liuyang used the Phoenix Clan's simplest "Fire Flame Technique" and reached out to summon flames.

As if to verify Feng Liuyang's conjecture, the flames that can reach several zhang high in Qifeng Mountain can only be the size of a candle at this moment. The flickering light of the fire barely illuminates the surrounding scene.

Feng Liuyang looked around and found himself standing in the middle of the ruins, which had traces of being scorched. Next to the ruins, there is also a wooden house. The houses were rudimentary, made of a few wooden pillars and a few weeds.

The houses in the divine realm have always been known for their beauty. Thinking about it this way, I am indeed in the mortal world. Thinking of this, Feng Liuyang couldn't help but feel a little gloomy.

The destruction of the homeland, the hatred of the relatives against the epidemic, and the hatred of leaving their homeland are like bloody knives, wantonly tearing Feng Liuyang's young heart at all times, making him panicked but unforgettable. Perhaps, it is this unforgettable feeling that allows him to survive in the mortal world and grow as strong as a weed.

Fat Aqiu and Yun Yun didn't know what was going on now, Feng Liuyang extinguished the flame in his hand and thought silently in his heart. Perhaps, the fat man of Fat Aqiu can live better than the master, who can say for sure? Thinking of Long Weiyong's words, he felt unhappy in his heart.

If you are willing to forget all this, I will find you a good birth and live a carefree mortal life from now on. Long Weiyong said.

Others can, but he doesn't want to. Can forgetting cover everything up? Can forgetting resolve the blood feud between the dragon and phoenix clans? It is possible to die, but it is not to be forgotten. Thinking about his humble few homeless wild dogs, who could survive with a little gift from Long Weiyong, Feng Liuyang's heart ignited the fire of ignorance.

"Long Weiyong, fuck your uncle. Even if the master is in the world, he must live well. I want to see with my own eyes the day your dragon clan falls, and the master will do what he says. Feng Liuyang pointed to the night sky and scolded fiercely.

After scolding, Feng Liuyang suddenly felt a little hungry. So he summoned another flame and turned to find something to eat.

At this time, a very angry voice came from behind him: "Who are you?" How did it end up in my house?