Shangdian Village.

It is an extremely barren mountain village nestled in a huge valley with less than thirty households, most of whom depend on grazing and farming for their livelihood.

This is also a strange land, with huge valleys dozens of zhang wide and dozens of zhang deep, stretching to the south. The valley is sunny and windy, while the high ground beyond the valley blows fierce winds and sandstorms day and night.

At noon that day, Aunt Li was feeding the pigs in the pigsty, and a strange sound suddenly came from the sky, but before she could raise her head, a red light flashed, and a person covered in blood fell from the sky and plunged into the dung pit of her pigsty, not moving.

Aunt Li jumped, the splashing pig manure made her body, and the two piglets in the pigsty squeaked and ran wildly.

"The child is his father, the child is his father!" Aunt Li couldn't care about the two piglets that she usually regarded as treasures, and rushed out of the pigsty screaming.

Uncle Li, who was drinking tea in the house, was already alarmed by this voice, and he rushed out of the hall to grab his wife and asked, "What's wrong?!What's wrong?!What was the sound just now?!"

"Someone has fallen into the dung pit! Someone has fallen into the dung pit!" Aunt Li was shocked.

"Someone fell into the dung pit? Is it impossible? Could it be that a little cub peeked at you going up to the hut?" Uncle Li was full of questions. In this simple mountain village, the relationship between people is extremely harmonious, and there are few outsiders who visit. There are probably only eight or nine-year-old boys who are interested in this pigsty, and they occasionally lie on the wall of others to peek at the eldest girl going to the thatched house, but Uncle Li's family is only an old couple, and the children should not be interested in Aunt Li, who is in her sixties.

"You dead old man! you won't go and see for yourself!" Aunt Li was full of shame, kicked Uncle Li, and then pushed him into the pigsty.

The strange man in the pig dung is still stuck in the pig dung, and he can't see clearly.

"Oh, this is worth it! I don't choke to death if I stick my head in pig manure!" Uncle Li exclaimed, he came out and grabbed a handful of heads and pulled the man out of the dung heap.

The stench of pig dung was so strong that Uncle Li couldn't help but cover his nose, but the two of them still calmed down, and dragged the man out of the pigsty and put him in the yard paved with bluestone slabs.

"This face is covered with pig dung, and I can't see who it is. Rinse him off with clean water!" Uncle Li ordered.

Fortunately, there was no shortage of water in the valley, and the old couple used up several barrels of spring water, so that the pig manure and blood water on the man's body were washed away.

The man in the dunghole turned out to be a strange young man, he was dressed in a well-fitting moon-white robe, like an elegant scholar, strangely he had a black cane like a dead snake in his hand, and he didn't know what it was in his arms.

"This kid is born with a face, and he doesn't look like he is from Xiadian Village. Uncle Li took out a dry tobacco pouch and said after taking a puff. Xiadian Village is the closest other small mountain village to here, and it is also the maiden home of Aunt Li.

"Yes, it's a good-looking child, if our tiger baby is still there, it's almost this age. "The tiger baby is the only child of the old couple and died when he was very young.

"Seeing that his clothes look like a child of a rich family, why did he fall into our pigsty? The courtyard wall is not high, why did he fall all over his blood?" Uncle Li scratched his head, full of puzzlement.

"How do I remember that he was born to fall?" said Aunt Li a little uncertainly.

"Heavenly, do you see that he has wings? Old and confused!" Uncle Li scolded disdainfully.

The old couple argued for a long time, but after all, they couldn't figure out the origin of the young man in front of them. The young man lay stiffly in the yard, but he was still breathing steadily. The old couple was moved by compassion, and together they carried the young man into the bed in the house, and changed him into clean clothes. Just as he was changing clothes, a golden thing fell out of the young man's arms.

"Dad, what is this?" asked Aunt Li as she picked up a cup that didn't look like a cup or a bowl.

Uncle Li squinted at it, "Those rich people are just strange, they like to use some strange things that are shiny in gold, this is probably this young man's cup." ”

"Tsk, it's a weird person to go out with a cup of water to drink!" Aunt Li put the monster on the low table at the head of the bed.

The young man lay on the bed without eating or drinking, and there was no sign of waking up for several days, which made the old couple anxious.

"This kid doesn't eat or drink, I'm afraid he won't be able to persevere. Why don't I go to Xiadian Village tomorrow and invite that old man over to have a look?" Uncle Li said with a dry tobacco pouch and a sullen head.

"You don't know? Half a year ago, when I went back to my parents' house, the old man died. Aunt Li replied. The people in the village have lived a hard life, and the resistance to minor illnesses and disasters has passed, so it is common not to look at Langzhong for several years or even decades.

"What should I do? It's a good kid, don't resist it. ”

"But no, why don't I stew an old hen for him tomorrow and feed him chicken soup?"

"That's all there is to it. Young man, when you are well, you must remember my old woman, this old hen is her lifeblood. ”

In the next few days, Aunt Li stewed chicken soup and put it in a golden cup, waited until it was not so hot, and then pried open the young man's mouth and poured it down.

Her caring eyes were full of love, and she unconsciously called the young man a tiger baby, as if her child was lying on the bed.

And Uncle Li also acquiesced to such a title.

The news that a young man came to Uncle Li's house quickly spread all over the small mountain village, and everyone rushed to see it, they saw Aunt Li's love, and they also knew that Uncle Li and his family were lonely, and they all hoped that this young man would get better soon and be able to become a member of their family. There were even a few old ladies who brought their old hens over, saying that they were making up for the young man.

Under the careful care of Aunt Li, one day half a year later, the tiger baby on the bed suddenly opened her eyes. This made Uncle Li and his wife overjoyed. But they soon found out that the tiger baby's eyes were dull and empty, and they also discovered the use of the black cane, the tiger baby was a cripple!

"Just be a stupid son!" Uncle Li said after smoking a few cigarette pouches.

So, on a sunny morning, Uncle Li's family of three often appeared on the streets of Shangdian Village, Uncle Li supported the lame tiger baby with a sluggish face, and Aunt Li followed behind and looked at them lovingly...

The days in the mountain village were quiet and long, and before I knew it, another half a year had passed.

The villagers of Shangdian Village are accustomed to the sluggishness of the tiger baby, accustomed to the crutches on the bluestone pavement, and even the eight or nine-year-old boys gradually stopped throwing stones behind the tiger baby, but regarded him as a loyal viewer of their own games, and always went to bring him in, let him watch his game, and let him giggle with him...

On an autumn night as usual, the people of the mountain village were immersed in the beauty of the night. Patches of low-hanging dark clouds slowly covered the stars and moon in the sky, shrouding the sky over the small mountain village.

Slowly, the cool rain came, and the tips of the dry dead grass were covered with water droplets a little bit.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning tore through the blackness of the night sky, and a torrential rain fell from the sky.

With the loud sound of lightning, the "tiger baby" on the bed sat up suddenly, and the originally dull eyes shot out a compelling brilliance. He gently stroked the crutches in his hand, and said hesitantly and affirmatively: "I, it's Yuanwei!"

Of course, he is Motoo.

At the beginning, He Qing, an immortal cultivator of the Soul Condensing Realm, injected a domineering spiritual power into his spiritual vein, wanting to destroy Yuanwei's spiritual vein and turn him into a mortal.

However, He Qing didn't know that Yuanwei had engraved a mysterious paper pattern on his spiritual veins and body, so the spiritual power imported under carelessness did not play a fundamental destructive role, but only disturbed Yuanwei's spiritual power.

Even so, Motoo lost his true nature and became a fool.

But with the passage of time, He Qing's aura gradually lost its rampage domineering under the constraints of the Yuanwei spiritual vein, and the spiritual vein was repaired, and Yuanwei finally came to his senses.

The first time to look at himself, the spiritual vein system is all intact, and in the process of resisting spiritual power, it has become more tenacious, as for the realm, it is still stuck in the previous realm of the three weeks of the spirit gathering realm. But the spiritual power in his body was swallowed and driven away by He Qing's aura, which means that Yuan Wei does not have his own usable aura at the moment, and he cannot perform his own various exercises, on the surface, he is a mortal!

Even so, Motoo breathed a sigh of relief and relieved himself. Picking up a life from the hands of a Soul Condensing Realm Immortal Cultivator, there is no luckier than this!

During this period of time, although he was confused, he also remembered some things sporadically, such as the kindness of Uncle Li and his wife, the simplicity of the villagers in Shangdian Village, and the naughtiness of the children.

Motoo smiled with relief and lay down on his back again.