"Search for me! Even if you turn it upside down, you have to find it for me..."Above the main hall, it was wrapped in a black fog, and except for a pair of red eyes, the rest of it could not be seen at all, and its voice was full of anger, and it roared loudly.

"My lord, that place belongs to... Ah~ My lord" Before he finished speaking, he knelt in the hall and turned into a pool of blood, and let out the last scream before he died.

"Who else has doubts?" said an icy voice through the black mist.

"Yes, sir. The rest of the people hurriedly replied, fearing that they would be next.

"Get out of here, I can't find anything, you know, I don't have good patience. ”

Sunset town Thunder Bay

It's a small and inconspicuous place, few people have heard of this place in the vast Cangyan Mountain, and from a distance, there is only a big mountain and the long wooden bridge at the foot of the mountain.

On the other side of the bridge is a small plain surrounded by mountains, while below the bridge is an endless abyss. It is said that a long time ago, a divine thunder fell, dividing this place into two, so it is called Luolei Bay.

"Grandpa. The young man ran home with a bamboo basket on his back.

"Yan'er. A rickety old man slowly pushed open the door and walked out, looking kindly at the young man running towards the house, his eyes full of love.

"Grandpa, what do you see I picked today?" the young man put down the bamboo basket, took out a red plant, and handed it to the old man.

The old man's eyes lit up, and he was a little surprised: "This is the red plant, last time I heard the shopkeeper Wang say that this thing seems to be good for cultivators, and it seems to be able to change ......" The old man scratched his head, and he couldn't remember it for a while.

"Fifty catties of food! Grandpa, we can eat for a long time now, haha." I'm going to change!" The young man didn't wait for the old man to reply, and ran outside with the bamboo basket on his back.

"Hey, Yan'er, run slowly, don't fall. The old man hurriedly shouted.

"Oops. The young man got up from the ground and patted the dirt on his body, and the grandfather muttered with a real mouth. He didn't have to wait long before running towards the food stall.

"This kid. The old man shook his head, looked at the young man's back, sighed softly, and turned back into the house.

For as long as he can remember, only his grandfather has relied on each other for his life, relying on the herbs in the back mountain to make a living.

He only knew that his name was Han Yan, and as for his parents, he didn't know who they were, and he never asked, because he knew that there must be a reason why his grandfather didn't say it.

A pair of bright eyes completely set off Han Yan's handsome face, long black hair draped over his shoulders, and his tall body faintly exuded a kind of masculinity.

"Uncle Wang, exchange food. Han Yan hurriedly pushed open the door of the grain store and placed a basket of herbs in front of a middle-aged fat man.

"Xiao Yanzi, I dug up something good this time. The fat man, who was called Uncle by Han Yan, picked up the bamboo basket and began to count it, "Fifty plants, a pound of grain, and herbs help me put them in the warehouse, and take the grain yourself." ”

In this small port of Luolei, there are not so many intrigues, and the people are very simple and kind. No matter who is going to exchange food or other things, they are very relieved of each other.

And for Han Yan, the old and the young, are taken care of, the old and the young depend on each other, very pitiful, when Han Yan was young, grandpa had no income alone, most of them relied on other people's relief.

What's more, after Han Yan is sensible, he goes to help the villagers work whenever he has time, in order to repay his years of favor, so he loves Han Yan very much.

"Uncle Wang, fifty plants should be half a catty of grain, and I can feed myself and my grandfather. Han Yan took out the small bag he was carrying and took half a catty.

It used to be a pound before, but by chance I learned that it was the shopkeeper who had been giving him more, which made Han Yan feel very uncomfortable, "Also, Uncle Wang, look at how much this can be exchanged." ”

"You boy, hey, whatever you want. Let me see what good stuff you've brought. "Shopkeeper Wang knows Han Yan's temperament, and now that he knows it, he no longer insists.

"It's... Is this a red plant?" Shopkeeper Wang turned his head to look at it and was startled, "No, it's a spirit plant!" How could this kind of thing appear here, Shopkeeper Wang's eyes widened, and he looked at it carefully.

"What is a spirit plant, is it valuable?" Han Yan scratched his head, looked at the red herb in his hand, and asked.

"It's not just worth it, can you show me?" asked the shopkeeper Wang.

"Of course!" Han Yan threw the herbs in his hand.

"Oh, my little ancestor!" Shopkeeper Wang hurriedly caught the herb and glared at Han Yan, "Can this kind of treasure be thrown around, it's broken." ”

Han Yan smiled awkwardly.

"It's really a spirit plant, how could it appear here, Xiao Yanzi, where did you find it?" asked Shopkeeper Wang.

"On the cliffs of that canyon. Han Yan said.

"What? You picked it up on the cliffs of Thunder Bay? You don't want to die! If you fall, you will die. ”

Shopkeeper Wang was a little anxious, obviously worried about Han Yan. He had heard that many cultivators had gone down, and it was said that there were some treasures, but they never came up again, so in the past hundred and ten years, no one dared to fight the idea of going there.

"I picked it by hand, Uncle Wang, don't tell my grandfather. Han Yan was worried that his grandfather would be angry if he found out.

"You also know your grandfather, you stinky boy, don't take risks in the future, if you have three long and two short, what will the old man do. The king's shopkeeper instructed.

"Got it, Uncle Wang, you better tell me what this spirit plant is first. Han Yan asked.

"The red plant grows in a place where the spiritual energy is abundant, and the branches and leaves are red and black, so it becomes a red plant, which can be used by cultivators to increase its internal strength. ”

"Do you know how slow the cultivation of internal force is for cultivators, this red plant can save a lot of time. And the spirit plant is also a red plant, it is said that a part of the red plant three hundred years into a spirit, the color from black to red into a spirit plant, a spirit plant can be worth ten red plants, you see this red plant color is bright red, it is undoubtedly a spirit plant!"

"Uncle Wang, how much grain can this be exchanged?" Han Yan listened to what the shopkeeper Wang said, but he was most concerned about the issue of food.

"This..."For a while, the king's shopkeeper couldn't be sure.

"In this way, if you want to rest assured, you can put it here with me first, and I will go to town tomorrow, how about selling as much as I can, and I will give you all when I come back?"

"Uncle Wang, where are you talking about this, you and I can still rest assured, you can take it, and give me half of it after selling it. Han Yan didn't want to owe favors, so he simply half of the person.

"You kid is generous, you Uncle Wang and I can still ask you for money, and it is also a blessing for you to see such spiritual objects, let's talk about it when I come back." The shopkeeper took out a wooden box, put the spirit plant in it, and put it away.

Han Yan saw that the shopkeeper of the king had a face that could not be shirked, and he didn't insist, and after thanking him, he took the food and walked home.

It was dark, and Han Yan's thin body was covered by the night, and he walked to the stone next to him and sat down halfway.

He sighed softly and looked up at the waning moon, his face covered with melancholy, which was always smiling, in stark contrast to the usual day.

The breeze caressed Han Yan's face, and Han Yan slowly took out a black book from his arms, stared at it for a long time, and the strange thing that happened today came to his mind.

"Take it, go, go, don't let those people get it. ”

Just as he was collecting medicine during the day, a middle-aged man in a gray robe covered in blood fell behind him, holding the booklet in his hand, and he didn't know what he was muttering.

"What's wrong with you. Seeing this, Han Yan immediately ran over, about to stop the bleeding for the man, but the man stopped him, looking at Han Yan with longing eyes, and kept muttering something in his mouth.

"What did you say?" Han Yan leaned his ear over, and only vaguely heard a few words.

"Hold... Go, go, don't let those people get it. If you have the chance, please give it to... To... Medicine... Before he finished speaking, the middle-aged man fell to the side and lost his voice.

"Hey, hey, wake up. Han Yan checked, and the middle-aged man was out of breath. He hesitated for a moment, then slipped the black booklet into his arms.

After Han Yan left, several black-robed people fell beside the middle-aged man.

"You're running. The black-robed man in the lead kicked the middle-aged man's corpse and said, "Give it to me." ”

"My lord, I didn't find it. ”

"What!" the black-robed man in the lead snorted, quickly surveying the surrounding situation, but did not notice the slightest vitality.

Then the black-robed man in the lead checked the middle-aged man's other belongings and did not pass, and his heart trembled: he was tricked! "Let's go!"

At the end of the curtain, Han Yan stroked this strange booklet, which only had the word "desolate" on it, but every time he wanted to open it, there was always a strange force blocking it, he didn't see anything, and then took the booklet into his arms.

Han Yan raised his head and looked at the waning moon: Moon, moon, what should I do, why do I keep dreaming the same thing, where are my parents.

Han Yan had too many doubts in his heart, but he couldn't find anyone to talk to. I wanted to ask my grandfather, but I was worried that my elderly grandfather would be uncomfortable recalling the old past, so I had to hold it in my heart.

Thinking that his grandfather was still waiting for him to go back, Han Yan got up, returned to his former appearance, and walked towards the house step by step.

Han Yan told his grandfather about the spirit plant, but he kept the matter of the black booklet in his heart, and he didn't know how to talk about it, and he didn't know whether this thing was good or bad.

At night, Han Yan lay on the bed and couldn't sleep for a long time, recalling what happened during the day, this black booklet, as for where to hand it over, he didn't say clearly, as for how to deal with it, he didn't have any clue. After thinking about it for a long time, I slowly fell asleep.

In his dream, the voice of the day came, and he didn't know when it began.

"Yan'er... Yan'er... My child..."

"Who the hell are you? The same scene appeared in Han Yan's dream again, and only an illusory shadow could be seen crying there. But I can't see it clearly every time.

"Yan'er, Yan'er... I'm a mother~My child, my mother is sorry for you~"

"Mother, where are you?" Han Yan wanted to go, but was stopped by a wonderful force.

"Child, live well... Don't come to my mother... Never..."

"Mother... Where are you... I—" I didn't wait to finish. Han Yan woke up from her dream.