Southern Xinjiang is barren and desolate, full of smoke and miasma, and the soil is grayish-yellow, which is extremely unsuitable for grain cultivation;

The autumn harvest in the northern part of the Han Kingdom is mostly in mid-August, while the autumn harvest in the southernmost southern part of the Han Kingdom is at the end of September.

Moreover, the air here is humid, and there is a lot of mist and smoke in the trees and villages, and no matter how hot the sun is, it has not dissipated for thousands of years.

On the outskirts of Huangni Village in southern Xinjiang, at noon at the end of September.

A family of more than a dozen people, regardless of men, women and children, are harvesting wheat in the golden rice fields, and the mist in the air infects the exposed skin of the wheat harvesters, covering the already dark skin with a faint layer of mist.

Twenty years ago, after the defeat of the Heavenly Dao Kingdom, the world was decided; more and more people from southern Xinjiang began to migrate northward, but the number of people from southern Xinjiang who were able to move north was always only a very small number; and more poor people from southern Xinjiang could only resign themselves to their fate, and wherever the fields were, they could only stay there, guarding the crops and waiting for the harvest of the four seasons of the year.

However, natural disasters are not easy to dodge, and man-made disasters are also inevitable.

The poor people who stayed in southern Xinjiang not only guarded the land, but also had to fight against the barbarians who appeared from time to time.

Some people comment that the people of southern Xinjiang are "not afraid of death", which is true, but it is also helpless. The people of southern Xinjiang have no other choice, if they are not afraid of death, they will not be able to hold one acre and three points of land, so they can only be more "unreasonable" than the cruel and bloodthirsty barbarians, in order to survive in this desolate land.

But fortunately, the imperial court sent the old general Xu Tianbao to guard the southern frontier, and those barbarians who like to kill have recently begun to migrate south.

In recent years, Huangni Village has not seen barbarians for several years, which makes the people living in Huangni Village take a breath and feel a little relieved.

In a large golden wheat field, an old farmer with a rickety figure touched the sweat on his forehead, looked up and looked again, and it seemed that he would never see the sky.

The old peasants are already in their seventies, and if they are placed in the prosperous land south of the Yangtze River, most of the old people of this age will stay at home to tease their grandchildren and live for their days.

The old farmer has rich experience and decades of hard work, so that he is like a fish in water in the wheat field, and in just one morning, he has cut down a wheat field; the old farmer reached out to his back, beat his sore back, and he stood up with great difficulty and looked into the distance.

Because of his poor eyesight, the old peasant could only squint, because he was not tall, he could only stand on tiptoe and look at his grandson, who was harvesting wheat with his elders; he shouted into the distance, and the old peasant beckoned to his grandson; and a tiger-headed child ran quickly.

The old farmer gently patted his grandson's head, told him to go to a shady place next to him to rest for a while, scratched his head, smiled, and went to sit under the tree at the edge of the field.

After sitting down and drinking water, and resting for a while, the child was ready to continue harvesting.

On the side of the road in the wheat field, there was a tall and thin man dressed in black at some point, and the child looked at the tall and thin man who suddenly appeared, and smiled, a little innocent and unclear.

The man walked straight over and sat next to him, the tiger-headed child, looking at the tall and thin man dressed in black, raised the kettle in his hand, and asked with a rustic voice, "Do you drink water?"

The tall and thin man had a long black sword tied to iron chains around his waist, and he looked at the figures in the field facing the loess with their backs to the sky, and asked softly, "How has it been here in recent years?

The child said humbly: "After General Xu Tianbao came to southern Xinjiang, those barbarians have not moved for several years. ”

"Who is Xu Tianbao in your mouth?" the tall and thin man asked: "Guarding southern Xinjiang is a thankless task, why did he come to southern Xinjiang?"

The child didn't know why Xu Tianbao came to southern Xinjiang, so he could only say vaguely: "I heard my grandfather say that Xu Tianbao is a good person, a great official of the imperial court, and a very powerful general, helping me fight barbarians......

Listening to the child's digression, the corners of the tall and thin man's mouth turned up slightly, but he didn't make a sound.

The child was still babbling "what grandpa said", and the tall and thin man was also very good-natured to sit aside, listening to the child's words and nodding.

The old farmer gathered a few more wheat, and when he looked up again, he found a strange young man beside his grandson, and the old farmer was worried, so he left the wheat field and walked in the direction of his grandson.

Before the old farmer could speak, the tall and thin man stood up, and he bent down to the oncoming old farmer and said, "Uncle, don't worry, I am also from southern Xinjiang." ”

When the child heard this, he stood up and asked, "Then you are from southern Xinjiang?"

"Locals. ”

The old farmer bared his black and yellow teeth and said, "Your accent doesn't seem to be like that." ”

The tall and thin man was helpless, and just said: "I have been away from my hometown for some years, but I can understand it, but I have forgotten how to say it." ”

The old farmer still didn't believe it, and he sat among his grandson, tall and thin men, drinking a pot of water.

The tall and thin man looked at the wheat field and said leisurely: "I remember that in the early years, this was a village called 'Meiling'. ”

When the old farmer heard this, he let down his vigilance and said: "Here, in the early years, it was Meiling Village, but later the barbarians were slaughtered, and a large mountain of corpses was pushed, and it is said that only one child escaped the catastrophe. After the slaughter of Meiling Village, it was abandoned, and later it was reclaimed into a wheat field. ”

"I see. The tall and thin man nodded, looked at the family who had already prepared lunch, Jian Wuji got up, said "goodbye" to the old farmer, and left the place.

Following in the footsteps of his memory, he came to an overgrown wasteland.

He remembered that after digging out the mutilations of his parents, he buried them here.

Looking at the shallow two dirt pits, the tall and thin man looked in a trance, his childhood memory was already blurred, and he was thinking about it at this time, but he could only think of his father's sallow face and his mother's warm embrace.

Pull out the weeds from the grave one by one, and then cover the grave with new soil.

The tall and thin man's expression was not in a trance, he turned around and began to walk northwest.

His name is Jian Wuji.

He was born in southern Xinjiang, and his sword heart was resolute.

He came out of the Nine Heavens Sword Sect and came from the Tongtian Sea, just to sharpen his sword heart.

All the way, the entire southeast coast, the red sea is thousands of miles, and the sea of clouds is drooping.

In that battle, the only four remaining Holy Demon Kings in the Tongtian Sea died two more, but the Dragon King did not dare to fight, leaving only the man alone.

On that day, he was married.