At the junction of the west of the wilderness and the north of the wilderness, there is a border between the mountains and the grasslands. There are many nomadic peoples living here, forming native tribes of various sizes.

Among the mountains, there is a mountain peak, called "Pi Mountain", where there is a large river flowing here, this river is nameless, the only special thing is that there is no sound of water flowing.

The Bishan tribe originated here, and their people thrived here for tens of thousands of years.

"I have a mountain, not tall or short, standing between heaven and earth, there are maple leaves in the mountain, blood ......red in all seasons," a child in a navy blue robe with a weed in his mouth and lying comfortably on a boulder at the foot of the mountain, chanting this nursery rhyme that has been passed down in the Bishan tribe for thousands of years.

The boy's name is Bai Ye, and he is the grandson of the high priest Bai Shi. He was not from the Bishan tribe, and he appeared next to the nameless river on a rainy night ten years ago.

The people of the Bishan tribe all live the life of herdsmen, they believe in Tengger, the god of the grassland, and the mountain as a companion, with cattle and sheep as a companion, where water and grass are abundant, and they do not need to migrate with the season like other tribes.

As sung in the nursery rhyme, all year round, the mountains are full of blood-red maple leaves, like a sea of red.

Xiao Baiye has been raised in this windy day for a long time, he is not as strong as his peers, and the overall appearance is sickly pale, unlike the brown and yellow hair color of other clansmen, he has black hair, and his eyesight is extremely bad.

Like all nomads, the natural predator of the steppe people is the steppe wolf. To fight is to fight against wolves. The greedy steppe wolves will not let go of the fat cattle and sheep here, and there will always be several times a year in the siege.

"White Night, the high priest asked me to look for you back, her old man is looking for you. A simple-looking little fat man appeared not far away on horseback, and he shouted. His name is Wang Erniu, and he is Bai Ye's playmate since childhood.

"Got it. That's it, I'm gone, fatty. "The white night rode his horse and galloped away. Today's Bishan tribe has no patriarch, and the previous patriarch was the son of the Bai clan.

On that rainy night ten years ago, a red and strange star suddenly appeared in the sky. The wolves were greatly affected by its strength, they took this opportunity to launch a surprise attack, that battle, the patriarch of the Bishan tribe led his troops to block, and returned with a heavy defeat, the patriarch fell, and the tribe's vitality was greatly damaged.

For Bai, the loss of her son, she, an old woman, has no relatives in this world, and the baby she picked up by the river gave her another hope.

For the Bishan tribe, although Bai Ye is a foreigner, no one has ever rejected him, and over the years, Bai Ye has lived very happily.

There is a boulder on the bank of the Nameless River with strange ancient characters on it, and no one knows it. There are also clusters of manju sawa there, but they never bloom. The people are used to it, and no one cares about these things.

Bai Shi stroked Bai Ye's head, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, ten years have passed, and the years have passed. She is already a low-level monk in the Jindan period, for nearly two hundred years, she has witnessed the birth, old age, sickness and death of the clansmen, the grandson in front of her, she has used secret methods to investigate, there is an unknown hidden disease in the white night, she doesn't want to lose this relative, this Tengger gift.

"Grandma, what are you calling me here for?" Bai Ye wondered why his grandmother always checked his body every once in a while since he was a child.

"Grandson, how do you feel today?" a kind smile spread on Bai's wrinkled face, she had already checked, and Bai Ye was fine.

"I'm fine, Grandma. White Night replied. "Well, let's wait a little longer with Grandma, count the days, and it should be the day they are coming. Speaking of this, Bai's eyes showed a trace of worry, and his eyes were full of exhaustion and helplessness.

"Okay, Grandma. Bai Ye answered. To the Bishan tribe, that group of people was tantamount to a group of robbers, a group of invaders.

I don't know when, maybe when Bai Ye just remembered, he would have the same dream every night, and this dream had been haunting him for a long time.

"Sister, who are you?"

“............”

"Sister, what are you doing?"

“............”

It was a woman dressed in red, with long hair and waist-length hair, and a gentle and cold face. In dreams, in the glimmer of dawn, on a boulder by the river, she sat there, looking into the distance.

Every time Bai Ye asked her, she never said a word, just sat there quietly, looking into the distance, and asked who she was, and she would point to the clusters of manju sawa and not speak, and ask her what she was doing, but she would not move.

Bai Ye was speechless about this. This dream would repeat itself every day, haunting him for seven years. It's a wonderful feeling, and it's maddening.

"Grandson, those people are coming. Remember, they are our enemies, but we can't take revenge on them now, our tribe is still weak. Bai said earnestly.

"I understand, Grandma. ”

"Well, grandma told you, there is a kind of person in this world, the most powerful, and they are called monks. ”

"Monk?"

"Yes, monk, but the strongest existence in the world, becoming a monk, is capable of protecting the tribe. ”

"I see, Grandma. Bai Ye took down Grandma's words. He stood on the mountain, condescending, looking at everything under the mountain, the cattle and sheep quietly eating the fat fresh grass, under the vast universe, the breeze rose, and the prairie, like a green sea, the waves were rolling.

The women wash their clothes, the children play happily, and the men go out hunting.

Bai was worried, she knew that Bai Ye's nameless hidden illness was very likely, and that it was unlikely that her grandson would become a monk, but she hoped that he would embark on this path, so that he would have a chance to heal himself.

Looking up at the sky in the white night, the clouds were surging above the sky, although it was a clear sky, there was a dark cloud slowly drifting in the distance. Suddenly, there was an old man, dressed in a Taoist robe, and his sword passed by, piercing the sky, like thunder, like a gale, and it was a Dao bone fairy wind.

Seeing this scene for the first time, Bai Ye's eyes widened and he pulled his grandmother's sleeve.

"What's wrong? Don't be afraid, grandson. Everything, there is grandma there. Bai patted Bai Ye's back and comforted him.

"I'm not afraid, just ......... in the sky"

"Needless to say, grandma understands. Bai smiled.

In the distance at the foot of the mountain, a large black torrent appeared on the originally endless green sea, rapidly moving towards the Bishan tribe.

Bai Ye could only see a blur, and pulled Grandma's sleeve again.

Bai Shi looked solemnly at the selection party, and paused for the white bone staff in his hand.

"Here they are. ”