Ding Hao clenched his fists tightly, his heart surging.

He swore to himself that one day he would also cultivate into a peerless Xuangong, with peerless martial arts, alone at the peak, defeat the hero with one sword, and see all the mountains at a glance.

Of course, now he is just a sweeper with an underground status.

No one noticed him.

Leaving the announcement area of the square and following a winding path, Ding Hao soon came to the area behind the Sword Sect.

Compared with the magnificent and beautiful fairyland of the front mountain, the back mountain area is simply a dirty and messy slum.

It is full of thorns, treacherous, and full of strange rocks, like a land of demons.

Tens of thousands of people up and down the Sword Sect will be dumped on the other side of this inclined stone forest under the stone forest and thousands of cliffs, thousands of years of accumulation, wind and sun, garbage corruption and fermentation, has made the stench here unpleasant, snakes and rats run rampant.

The air was filled with a pungent fishy smell, like hell.

But in this harsh environment behind the mountains and rocky forests, there are large and small shacks, densely packed next to each other, just like the slums of Brazil in the previous life, where no less than two or three thousand people live.

The previous Ding Hao lived here.

"It seems that this is the slum area of the Sword Sect, meow a mi, it seems that Lao Tzu can't get rid of the fate of Dick Si in his past life and this life, so he can only slowly counterattack. ”

According to Ding Hao's fused memories, most of the people living in this garbage-ridden mass grave were inferior people from the Sword Sect's [Logistics Cleaning Group].

These people are not warriors, they don't have the strength to survive, they can't survive in the demons-infested wilderness, they can only rely on humble manual labor to get the blessing of the Sword Sect, live in the back mountains, and survive like ants in this dangerous world surrounded by demons.

On both sides of the winding path, there are thatched huts built along the stone walls.

Under the feng shui sun, the thatch on the surface has turned dark black, and a thick accumulation of years is coming.

The laughter of the sad bare-bottomed* could be heard everywhere, the faint fragrance of some thatched huts, and the smoke of the cooking stove rising, was full of life in this filthy and smelly small area.

Along the way, there were many people who greeted Ding Hao warmly.

All are friends made by the former owner of this body.

Ding Hao responded to everyone warmly and friendly with a smile on his face.

In the blink of an eye, through the narrow path, the back of the slum is close to the garbage heap, and three or four thousand meters further in, there is a bottomless cliff abyss.

And on the edge of the garbage heap, there is an unexpected patch of green__

Dozens of emerald green saplings sang in the evening breeze of the setting sun, like a group of green weak elves dancing, and the blue fenced courtyard surrounded two carefully built thatched houses, which were scattered.

Although the whole courtyard is the closest place to the garbage dump in the slum, this green is like a green oasis in the desert, which makes people's eyes light up at a glance, and even the mood is instantly much better.

This is Ding Hao's [home].

He pushed open the fence door and entered the courtyard gently.

There are more than 20 flower pots neatly placed in the yard, which are planted with extremely ordinary wildflowers, such wildflowers can be seen everywhere on the roadside of the front mountain dojo, which is not noticeable, and will even be pulled out as weeds, but placed here, it is very beautiful.

Ding Hao fiddled with the flowers and plants in the yard for a while, and then pushed the door and entered the thatched hut.

The setting sun shines in from behind the window lattice, and the light is slightly dim.

There was no furniture in the house.

A broken wooden bed covered with thin cloth, a table of eight immortals with a missing leg, a stove made of stones, a black iron pot, a simple stove, some tattered clay pots containing pickles and cured meat, and some simple daily utensils hanging on the walls of the hut, all very dilapidated.

The only thing that stands out is a small padded women's jacket hanging on the wall of the main entrance.

This cotton jacket worn by a girl of about five or six years old is made of extremely coarse homespun cloth, and the workmanship is very ordinary, but it is very clean and clean, and the bright red color adds a warmth and color to this monotonous and shabby little hut.

When Ding Hao pushed the door in, he saw this little padded jacket at first sight.

This is the clothes that her sister Ding Keer wore before she disappeared.

In my memory, it was that snowy afternoon three years ago, when Ding Hao came back from his duty that day, he found that his sister who was waiting at home suddenly disappeared.

He searched all the slums like he had gone mad.

Later, many people said that they saw a mysterious person dressed in white and like an immortal, who appeared in a thatched house for some reason, and when he passed by the thatched house, he took away the crying little Lolit Ding Kerr.

Later, the former Ding Hao, on the wooden pillar of the thatched hut, found a line of words that he had ignored before__

"This woman is destined for me, and she can repair my avenue. Southern Regions, Mu Huang Tianji left words. ”

The handwriting is natural, straight out of the pillar, containing strange power, ordinary people will be dizzy after looking at it for a long time, many people in the slums see it, and they all believe that it is definitely left by a peerless master with extremely strong strength.

It's just that who is this Muhuang Tianji?

But no one knows.

The only thing that is certain is that the Southern Regions are very far, very far away, so far that ordinary people will not be able to reach it even if they ride fast horses, do not eat, drink or stay, and will not be able to go for the rest of their lives.

And after Ding Keer's disappearance, the red padded jacket entrusts all the thoughts of the previous Ding Hao in the past three years.

At this moment, at the moment of seeing the little red cotton jacket, a wave of memories rushed to Ding Hao's mind like a tide, and the clips of his sister relying on each other flashed like a movie lens, and at the same time, a stream of four years deep into the bone marrow, like a breeding weed, spread irresistibly in the depths of Ding Hao's soul.

"Brother, why don't Mom and Dad want us anymore, and where did they go?"

"Brother, Ke'er is hungry, can you make porridge for Ke'er?"

"Wow, what a beautiful padded jacket, brother, is it really for Kerr?

"Brother, when I grow up, I will definitely make food for my brother every day......"

"Brother......

Little Lori's familiar and crisp voice seemed to still linger in his ears, Ding Hao stood at the door, tears couldn't stop sliding out of his eyes, and there was an almost irrepressible impulse in his heart, which made him want to rush out immediately and get his sister back.

Ding Hao didn't want to cry.

But I can't help myself.

An irrepressible sadness and impulse permeated his entire soul.

Ding Hao knew that this was because of the fusion of memories, and the deep family affection and longing of the former owner of this body for his missing sister were affecting his emotions.

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