A small boat floated on the vast lake, like a small leaf stuck to the lake, so insignificant.

Not only was the ship small, but there were patches of wooden planks on the hull, and the cloak in the cabin was also sewn and mended like a beggar's coat, and then there was only a broken quilt, a broken net, and a broken pot on the ship.

Everything looks shabby, but it's clean.

The owner of the boat washed his long hair, which he had not cut for a long time, and draped it on his broad back, with one leg straight, one leg bent, his knees propped up, his hands on his legs, sitting on the bow of the boat, his eyes dull and melancholy, looking at the blood-red giant sun on the lake that had fallen half of its body and was hazy in the purple mist.

Beside him sat a chubby brown bear with two black jewel eyes. This cloth bears are clean and clean, but they have long since faded their original glamour and become old.

He was long, his slightly emaciated face was very handsome, and his long hair fluttered when the wind blew, and with his current sitting posture, he looked a bit like a hero at the end of the road.

The doomsday hero, who has nothing to do and is poor with only one life left, smiled self-deprecatingly as the corners of his mouth twitched.

His name is Mo Yanshan, sixteen years old, he lives on Ziyang Lake, he fishes for a living, he has not read a book for a day, he seems to have been greatly stimulated after his parents disappeared, and he occasionally communicates with people in the village and speaks like an idiot.

The people in the village called him Fishing White.

The village by the lake is called Ziyang Village, which is named after the lake. There are hundreds of households in the village, and sparse blue-tiled scale houses are hidden on the lush mountainside on the north side of the lake.

The surface of Ziyang Lake is shrouded in purple mist all year round, how can the endless lake emit such a huge purple mist, and even the sky and the clouds in the sky are dyed a deep purple.

Legend has it that in the giant lake, there lives a purple-backed big bite, which cultivates divine skills in the nine-day abyss in the lake all year round.

Perhaps because of the purple mist that he had been infected with all day long, his skin, hair, and eyes were a strange purple.

His home was originally in Ziyang Village, and he can still see their tall house halfway up the mountain.

When he was eight years old, his parents went out to fish, and it snowed heavily, and he waited at home alone for a whole night, and his parents did not come back.

From that day on, he lost his parents.

In the past few years, he has been looking forward to the return of his parents day and night. Recovering lost love. But every time he was looking forward to disappointment.

Thinking of his parents, he reached out and hugged the cloth bear beside him tightly in his arms, and rubbed his face hard against the bear's back.

The cloth bear was hand-sewn for him by his mother, and it is also the most precious thought left to him by his parents.

Father, mother, where are you, he cried out without the bottom of his heart.

If you live, why don't you come back and see me.

Thinking of the joy of being with his parents when he was a child, the meticulous care for him, and the grievances and sufferings he suffers now, tears flashed in the corners of his eyes.

After his parents disappeared, Wu Fengting, the head of the powerful Wu family in the village, gave him a small amount of poor Xuantie gold, and bought his home and land.

This is a manifest plunder. But none of the people in the village did justice to him.

He was too small to have any way.

From then on, his only possessions were this small wrecked boat.

He likes to sit alone on the bow of the boat and watch the sunset at this time of day, and he likes the poignancy of the sunset.

This poignant sunset may be like his current situation, although he has a beautiful youth, but he is struggling in the sea of bitterness.

He is even more nostalgic for the sunset, because the sunset is the endless lonely night, he has endured the loneliness for too many years, not only has he not been accustomed to loneliness for so many years, but he has been tormented by loneliness with a strange temperament, and he began to resent everyone he saw. He had a distorted sense that all of this was caused by the people of the village.

Still, he was well aware of his situation.

Is it just like this to live a lonely and poor life? Where is the hope of life? He has also heard the story of some people who encounter adventures outside and then become admired and powerful people in the world.

He didn't want to be a master.

But he has to leave here to have new hope, but he has also heard that the outside world is very dangerous, there are many wicked people and powerful monsters, and if you are not careful, you will lose your life, he has an ignorant fear of the outside world, and he feels that he is too small to go out alone.

He patiently waited for himself to grow up, and he would go out one day, no matter whether he walked out, whether it was life or death.

He vowed that one day he would investigate the disappearance of his parents, take back all the things that belonged to him, and let the wicked get the punishment they deserved.

He must do it, unless he dies.

Thinking of this, he raised his head, his eyes blurred, leaking a fierce and resolute look.

Just as he was thinking about it, suddenly a very loud and domineering voice shouted not far away: "Fishing white." ”

Listen to the voice of a man named Di Feng calling him. I played together when I was a child, and I still remember his voice, although there are changes when I grow up, but it's not very big.

Mo Yanshan looked back, but it was five or six childhood playmates, standing on a craggy boulder under a large conifer tree by the lake, hugging Di Feng and looking at him.

Since his parents disappeared, these childhood playmates hadn't played with him much, they had already become strangers, and there must be something wrong with coming to him so late, and he didn't feel like a good thing with his situation.

He now resents everyone in the village, including them. He didn't like their arrival at all, although their family was not rich, but they were also well-off, one by one wearing bright clothes, and their parents spent money to enter the outer gate of Beijiang Gate, it was very beautiful, one by one they ate white and fat, and lived a very moist life, on the other hand, their clothes were sewn and mended, and they were dressed like a flower child, they couldn't eat enough, and their bodies were thin like a bamboo pole, and they would be blown down when the wind was strong, and their hands and feet were covered with calluses. While he was ashamed of himself, an inexplicable flame rose in his heart, why is God so unfair. So when he heard the scream, he just wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and for a while Mu Zai was reluctant to react.

The big fat man Di Feng raised the fat arm hidden in the wide sleeve, stretched out a fat index finger and pointed at him arrogantly and shouted: "Fishing white, are you deaf? Am I not calling you?"

I haven't seen him for a few years, and this kid has become more and more arrogant.

Mo Yanshan stammered at them in annoyance and shouted, "Find ...... I....... What? ”

Di Feng said: "How old are you, I can't speak clearly, you row a boat for me." ”

Mo Yanshan said angrily: "Slow, I don't understand." ”

It means to speak slowly, otherwise I won't understand.

Of course, Di Feng paid attention to it, and with patience, he slowly said word by word: "You row me over." ”

Mo Yanshan listened to the arrogant voice, and his heart was even more unhappy, and he said stubbornly: "No." ”

Di Feng said word by word: "For the sake of childhood friendship, I don't embarrass you, Senior Brother Wu Yifeng is talented, a blockbuster, after layers of elimination, he has become a disciple of the inner door of Beijiangmen, this is the supreme glory of Ziyang Village, so every family in Ziyang Village must contribute money." ”

Sure enough, nothing good. Mo Yanshan was taken aback when he heard that Wu Yifeng had actually entered the Beijiang Gate to establish a core disciple of the Inner Gate, and subconsciously stood up. Although the Wu family took away his family's land and house, it was really not easy to enter the inner gate of Beijiang, and it deserved the respect of anyone in Ziyang Village.

Although Beijiangmen is not a first-class immortal cultivation sect, but in a huge Ziyang Village, it takes decades or even hundreds of years for a person to enter the inner gate of Beijiangmen, and it must be the qualification of demons. The outer disciples can do it for some money, and the outer disciples put it bluntly, they serve tea and pour water for the inner disciples, wash and fold quilts, and the status and identity are different from the inner disciples.

As soon as he entered the inner gate of Beijiang, it was equivalent to a carp jumping over the dragon gate, and later became a person from Beijiangmen, covered by the master of Beijiangmen, and his status was very different from then on.

Wu Laowu, the head of the Wu family, was really flexible and insatiable, and he actually relied on his son's sudden gain of power to find an excuse to accumulate wealth.

Whatever the reason, he has nothing to offer, and he can't afford to pay much.

Mo Yanshan said: "No." ”

Di Feng said word by word: "Is there really not?"

Mo Yanshan said: "No." ”

Di Feng said angrily word by word: "I really don't know how to lift." ”

Wearing a beautiful brocade corset white dress, tall, convex and concave, skin like clotted fat, combing a clean palace bun, Di Changzhen, who already has the prototype of a beauty, arched a pair of Qianqian Su hands into a round hole and put it in front of the red jade mouth, and shouted word by word: "Fishing white, we are all small, for the sake of the small face, let's intersect." If you don't pay it, the people in the village will say that they are very poor, and if they don't do so, we will not be able to complete the task given to us by Senior Brother Wu. ”

Di Changzhen's speech has a hoarse magnetism, which is very pleasant.

Di Feng turned his head and glared at Di Changzhen and said, "What is the intersection point, it must all be handed over." ”

Mo Yanshan looked at Di Feng and the others: "I didn't, I didn't have a life." ”

Di Feng sneered and said word by word: "It seems that you don't cry when you don't see the coffin." ”

Mo Yanshan said: "Bully." ”

Di Feng said word by word: "You found it yourself, and it's really hard to talk to you." ”

Zhang Ting, who was full of pockmarks and a little hunchbacked, shouted word by word: "You don't give face to Senior Brother Wu, now no one in the entire Ziyang Village doesn't dare not give him face, not to mention that you are weak, you are begging for a beating, if you don't have money, you can go to Wu's house to work for two years to deduct it." ”

Why should you have to work for two years in vain? It's so shameless, and you can be embarrassed to say such shameless words.

If I really work for two years, I am afraid that I will be burdened by this humiliation and humiliation for the rest of my life, and it will be difficult to do anything in the future.

Faced with such a domineering behavior, Mo Yanshan was furious in his heart and said: "Beast!"

The big fat man Di Feng laughed and said: "Beast, whoever is a beast, he doesn't pee to take care of himself." ”

Mo Yanshan was speechless for a while, if he said that the situation, compared to them, he was really not as good as a beast.

Di Feng smiled proudly: "Why don't you speak, I said it, right?"

Mo Yanshan said in his heart: "What if you say it." He said loudly, "Dead." ”

What this means is that you are dead, and I will not promise you.