In the northernmost cold and bitter place of Western Xinjiang, there is a small city called Qingniucheng, although it is located in the cold and bitter land of the border, but it is also a prosperous elephant. The streets and alleys are crisscrossed, the flow of people is staggered, the noise is endless, the peddlers and pawns from all walks of life, the business and travel giants, come and go from the south to the north, and run around for a living, but it is also very lively.

The Ruan family in Qingniu City, a huge mansion is located in the bustling area of Niuxin Street in the center of the city, and the Hu family on the opposite side is faintly confronted, the Ruan family moved into Qingniucheng fifteen years ago, and everyone who talks about the head of the Ruan family gives a thumbs up and praises, is a character!

Ruan Zhikun came to Qingniucheng fifteen years ago alone with his newborn young son, and when he first came, he was treated coldly, excluded and suppressed, and his life was depressed. Thinking of the hardships of the year, Ruan Zhikun sighed. Time flies, fifteen years in a flash, and it is time for him to make a choice.

It's been fifteen years, and my son is fifteen years old. What is the calamity in the storyteller's mouth? Thinking of that rainy night fifteen years ago, Ruan Zhikun would clench his fists, and the black strange-shaped wooden card in his palm was dropped by the mysterious man when he retreated in a hurry. For so many years, I have been suffering in my heart, and I have suffered because that person has never shown up, so I can't take revenge. He was not afraid of death, and for him it might be a better relief. No matter what, he has to go back to Hongchen 3000 to fulfill the agreement made fifteen years ago, the agreement between him and Yun Wanli.

Bump, suddenly a loud noise came from next door, Ruan Zhikun's expression changed, and he scolded loudly: "Stinky boy, you don't want to die?" At the same time, he opened the door next door, and a young man fell to the ground, his face twisted in pain, and his limbs kept trembling, as if he was enduring great pain.

Ruan Zhikun helped the young man up, pressed his hands on the young man's back, and a gentle and pure spiritual power was drawn out from the dantian, moisturizing the young man's injured meridians.

Outside the window, the leaves of the poplar trees rattled, and a few white clouds drifted by in the distance, occasionally stopping, overlooking the changes in the human world. Fifteen years have passed since the rainy night of that year, and the baby who survived the killing is also fifteen years old, white clouds and dogs, the world has changed, some people have grown old, some have passed away, and some are growing.

The young man woke up slowly, and Ruan Zhikun scolded angrily again: "How many times have I told you not to forcibly cultivate, but you just don't listen, if you forcibly guide the Heaven and Earth Essence Yuan in your current state, you will die of violence sooner or later." ”

The young man's face was pale, and there was a mark of a purple flame between his eyebrows, which according to his father said was a birthmark, which he had carried since birth, and the young man's face showed a painful look, "It is better to die vigorously than to live like this." ”

Ruan Zhikun slapped the young man in the face: "Bastard, what is the difference between you and waste if you die like this, you can get rid of the infamy of waste when you die, but who will avenge your mother's big revenge? It's just that this window is open more secretly, and it can only be discovered after suffering. ”

Ruan Qingyun felt guilty when she heard the word mother, if it wasn't for her mother's life to protect her, where would she be today. Mother, these two words are too far away for him, so far away that he has no memory, he desperately longs for the nourishment of maternal love, what kind of warmth it is, he doesn't know it, and he has never experienced it, so he hates, hates those who strangle his warmth. Hate the injustice of heaven and earth, hate yourself for being wasted.

But what can he do but hate?

Blood-stained sky, or floating corpses, he can't do it.

"You know what? I've been waiting for someone all these years, someone who can change your fate, who came when you were born, but now he hasn't heard from him, and it's futile for me to ask people around, some say he's outside the clouds, some say he's in the Borneo realm, but these two places are just legends, and no one has really found them. Ruan Zhikun looked up at the sky, let out a long breath, and felt relieved in his heart, and saw a lot. "I don't know his fairy name, only that he calls himself a storyteller. ”

Ruan Qingyun read silently, the storyteller, he didn't ask anything more, and he didn't have such an ethereal idea of going to the storyteller.

Soon the day was over, the sun was hidden behind the mountains, and the people who had been busy all day hurried home, with children and wives waiting at home, and warm meals.

Ordinary people should be happy in such a life, but the Ruan family is not an ordinary family, and they are destined not to live such a life.

The night is ups and downs, the tall figure is hidden in the darkness, but it can't hide the old age and exhaustion, the once high-spirited, once young and frivolous, are no longer there, and the tall and mighty figure is also a little rickety.

Looking at his father who was eroded by the years, Ruan Qingyun's nose twitched obviously, his father was old, his gray hair was a little messy, and the wrinkles on his forehead were criss-crossed, the years have passed, and he has grown old, and now you are no longer arrogant, but I can't help you realize the wish buried in your heart.

"Father, I'm really useless. ”

"I don't blame you, maybe I'm wrong, I shouldn't let you bear the hatred of our adults, I force you to chop wood, carry water, and cut wood every day, mainly to exercise your body, hoping that one day you will be able to practice the exercises. Ruan Zhikun said in a low voice, his voice was a little choked, and he reached out to wipe away Ruan Qingyun's tears: "Just now, did it still hurt if I hit you?"

Ruan Qingyun shook his head firmly, his eyes revealed perseverance, it was a kind of rebirth, a kind of nirvana, although the thin body could not fit the world, but there was a courage comparable to the weather: "It doesn't hurt, you're not wrong, I, Ruan Qingyun, will definitely avenge my mother." ”

Ruan Zhikun patted Ruan Qingyun on the shoulder, did not speak, and left with a slumped figure, hiding in the darkness farther away.

The border city at night is more quiet, the lights of thousands of homes reflect each other, and a few dog barks from a distance, making the city have some sounds. In a room on the street of Tsing Niu City, there were two people sitting opposite each other, one was Ruan Zhikun, and the other was a sloppy old man, his shabby blue robe was a little white, his messy hair was scattered on the top of his head, and the whole person looked terrible.

"Old friend, how about the entrusted matter?"

"The old rules, ten altars of bamboo leaves and green, ten altars of drunken flower carving, and ten altars of peach blossom brewing. The old man was in high spirits when he spoke of these wines, his eyes lit up, and his saliva watered.

Ruan Zhikun snorted coldly and beckoned outside: "Carry it in." ”

Soon a group of people walked in from outside, quickly and orderly set up thirty jars of wine and left quickly.

"These thirty jars of wine are enough for you to drink for a while, tell me the whereabouts of the storyteller. I'm running out of time. ”

The old man grabbed a jar of wine, slapped open the mud seal and poured it down, and shouted, good wine: "The storyteller is in the Borneo world." ”

Ruan Zhikun said angrily: "Are you playing tricks on me?

The old man took another sip of wine, "I don't know where the Borneo realm is, no one knows where the Borneo realm is, maybe the Borneo realm is the fairy realm, but there has never been a person who has ascended in the world in the past hundred years." ”

Although Ruan Zhikun no longer had much hope, he was still disappointed when he heard the old man's words. This person can't wait after all.

The night was silent, scattered in the sky, distant and dim, like a dream on earth, ethereal and empty.

"There's one thing I entrust to you. Ruan Zhikun was a lot sluggish at this moment, "Ruan Qingyun, bring him back to your Xiongjian Mountain, and let him spend his life." ”

The old man suddenly turned upright: "Are you going to fulfill that promise?"

The silence of the night was terrible, the falling needles could be heard, and occasionally there were a few heavy gasps, Ruan Zhikun was silent for a long time and said: "Yes, the agreement with Yun Wanli." Ruan Zhikun lowered his head and almost buried his head in his legs, "Maybe you shouldn't have used that thing back then." His voice was lower, so low that only he could hear.

"Is that thing really on Ruan Qingyun kid?" the old man also lowered his voice, so low that only the two of them could hear it.

"Yes. If you want you to take it, I just hope you can take good care of my son, so that he can live happily throughout his life, and I have no regrets. Ruan Zhikun whispered in a low voice, telling of helplessness and surrender to fate, everything he could have done had been done, and now it was the shackles of fate that firmly locked him, making him unable to move or breathe. Once you go to the appointment, it may be goodbye.

The old man smiled contemptuously, took a deep sip of wine, and threw the wine jar into the air, and the wine jar flew in the air, and then lay between the two, no longer falling, as if an invisible force was dragging from below: "The strong should not become a puppet, the strong belong to this world." Isn't it?"

Suddenly, the wine jar burst and rushed to the sky, although weak, it was still stabbing towards the sky without hesitation: "You shouldn't belong to the three thousand red dust, the three thousand red dust has been silent for too long, and the glory of the past no longer exists." Yun Wanli's ambition is only the last return to light, and under the reincarnation of the Heavenly Dao, all struggles are in vain. Therefore, you don't need to grow the madness of Yun Wanli's madness. Forget about that agreement, as if it hadn't happened. The old man was in a trance, the past Hongchen 3001 clan can be said to be extremely brilliant, belonging to the most dazzling stars in this world, but in this hundred years, the strength of the Hongchen 3001 clan has plummeted, and even the origin is unknown. The old man's eyes were full of light, and suddenly he had a crazy thought in his heart: "We should go to the Brahmanae realm, that is where the strong should stay." ”

Mo Yanbai stared at Ruan Zhikun with deep meaning, his expression was full of expectation, the flame of the oil lamp suddenly lengthened, fluctuating, Ruan Zhikun's expression changed continuously, who doesn't want to climb to the top to take a look in the world? Ruan Zhikun's long-dormant blood boiled again.