There are unforeseen storms and clouds in the sky, people have misfortunes and blessings, not long after, the sky has rained thin water, fine water from the sky, everywhere, with the wind and big, gradually heavy rain pours, the rain washes the stone ladder, washes the mortal dust, washes the little things on the platform of today's Tianyang Sect, when the rain and the night blend, the blood is fading, and the cause and effect of the confusion in the heavenly road looms, as if the rain and dew are stained with the avenue of floating dreams, dreams, so long, so lonely, like a moment of thousands of years, and like a prosperous one, can not be passed, outside the Tianyang SectIn the Tianyang Sect, both people and monks are looking forward to the end of this heavy rain soon, the rain is so cold, cold desolate, cold silence, even ordinary monks walking in the rain for a long time is not comfortable, in this dark night of rain and wind, cold wind, cold water, little by little sprinkled between the mountains and forests, sprinkled between the earth, sprinkled between floating dreams, as if everything has come over again, has not changed, but in this world of rain and dreams, a young man, can be said to be a disabled and crippled teenager, With his perseverance surging forward little by little, blood gushed out from his limbs and eyes, as if blood was flowing endlessly, dyeing the clear water into blood red, but the clear water was just dyed red, and it was washed away by the rain again, as if blood and dreams no longer existed, the young man was kicked off by Huo Shuo Zhan Hongtian of Tianyang Sect, at this time he had never died, there was still a breath left, why should he live humbly, because he had not fulfilled his wish, he once had a dream, With the other side of the dream hand in hand with the sunset, why should he move forward strongly, because he can't find the motivation to live, the world has not changed, the world has never been fantastic, as if everything in the world has returned to the original point, there is no one, just a voice has been ringing in his ears, forward, forward, forward, you can find the answer, forward, forward, forward, you can find the other side, there is no why, everything, just for the blood in the heart, there is blood in the world In the morning, a little sunlight shines out from the west, Bringing active vitality to this land, the air is full of coolness and humidity, Yangtou Village, an ancient village located at the corner of Tianyangzong Mountain, early in the morning, the so-called tranquility was broken by a corpse, only to see a corpse lying at the gate of Yangtou Village, the corpse was covered with wounds, but also disintegrated limbs, no eyeballs, scared some young children were trembling, but there were still a lot of people around the corpse, but no one was willing to come forward to deal with it, just discussed, not long after, I don't know which villager shouted

"The village chief is here", everyone got out of the way and made a way for the village chief, the village chief was an old man, with silver hair and a long beard, and he walked staggering as if he would fall down at any time, and no one was worried, because the village chief was a cultivator, and I saw him shouting at everyone

"Early in the morning, what are so many people doing, what should I do, Da Mao, Ermao, you pull this corpse to the back mountain, find a place to bury it" After speaking, the village chief walked away on crutches, it is not strange that there will be a corpse at the entrance of the village, the village chief must be located in the big sect of cultivation, there are no one or two corpses under the corner of the mountain, that is a strange thing, I heard this, Da Mao, Ermao walked out of the crowd, both of them are stout men, and they are also rough in doing things, the two of them found two wooden sticks at the same time, and walked to the back mountain with the corpse Cicada chirping, bird song, The back mountain of Yangtou Town is an ancient forest, overgrown with thick trees, Da Mao, Ermao walked for a while, and came to the middle of the ancient forest

"That's it, it's early in the morning, carrying a corpse and walking half of the ancient forest, it's really unlucky" Ermao said dissatisfied

"Who said no, let's leave this corpse in the grass and hurry up, I heard that there are low-cost soul beasts here" Da Mao said worriedly, Da Mao, Er Mao threw the corpse into the grass while talking, and left in a hurry, but no one saw it, in this quiet ancient forest, the corpse trembled slightly