As soon as he had eaten dinner, Mo Bai lay down on the bed and forced himself to fall asleep early. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Early tomorrow morning, he has to go to the nearby capital city to participate in the Freedom Alliance's annual Fighting Soul Academy admission test, for Mo Bai, who is from a poor family, this is the only chance in this life to change his fate, and he can't slack off.

First-class fighters, second-class Confucians, third-class grass people, and fourth-class slaves.

In this continent of fighting spirits where the strong are respected, standing at the top of the pyramid are not those scribes and magnates who are full of wealth and wealth, but a professional group called fighters.

In the great world of Fang Jin, the monsters are everywhere, the elves are dormant, in the environment where all the aliens are eyeing each other, it is no longer enough to ensure the safety of the human race just by doing academic paper, if it were not for so many fighters who are all over the world, and give them supernatural power to deter foreign races through the heaven-given "fighting spirit", I am afraid that the human beings who do not have an advantage in physical fitness have already been swept into the garbage heap of history.

Speaking of no prospects, if you can be admitted to any of the Fighting Soul Academy, even if you become the most unpopular fighter after graduation, no matter how bad you are, you can become a general in the imperial court, at least you will enjoy the glory and wealth of brocade clothes and jade food.

For many civilians who suffer from lack of access, it is not a bad way to succeed.

"Dongshan, if our baby can really be chosen, all the hardships I have endured as a mother over the years will be worth it. It's just a pity that our tiger skin ......."

"What is a tiger skin? It can be used for Xiaobai to go to school, even if I sell this ancestral house, I am happy. ”

"That's what I said, but your third uncle is too picky. That's the most perfect tiger skin you called back then, and he was only willing to pay 1,000 free coins, if it weren't for the rush to make up for our baby's tuition, I would never have sold it......"

Through the moldy wooden wall, the subtle conversation of the two elders can be faintly heard. Mo Bai turned over, pulled up the quilt that had long been unable to see the original color on his body, and covered his head, only to feel very heavy.

In fact, Mo Bai is just an abandoned baby who has been adopted, and the elderly couple outside are not his biological parents.

But they unreservedly pinned their hopes on themselves, which made Mo Bai's pressure not ordinary.

Since his adoptive father, who made a living as a hunter, accidentally lame his leg many years ago, the living conditions of this small family, which was relatively wealthy, have not been optimistic. Relying solely on the adoptive mother to do some manual work to make a living, it is a problem to even eat enough on weekdays.

Mo Bai had only been studying for three years, and before he could fully recognize the words of this world, he was forced to drop out of school. Although he is only eight years old now, the second elder has already been thinking about finding him a job a year ago.

Although the neighbors in the same village are all surnamed Mo's own family, most of them have nothing to do with themselves, and they don't see anyone willing to lend a helping hand, not to mention, the snobbery that looks down on people can be seen everywhere.

In the eight years since he came to this world, in addition to the selfless love of his adoptive parents, Mo Bai has only experienced the cold state of the world and the warmth and coldness of people.

"I must get ahead and fight for this family to repay my father and mother for their nurturing kindness......"

This night, Mo Bai, who was preoccupied, fell asleep after a long time of tossing and turning.

In his dream, he seemed to have returned to the blue planet called Earth, with neon-dotted city streets, rows of high-rise buildings, and the endless flow of pedestrians and vehicles, as well as his once mediocre and empty and numb self......

Countless scenes that have long been buried in the memory, mixed with all kinds of unwilling and reluctant emotions, are endless, coming one after another, as if they are eternal and immortal, and like a moment of beauty......

When these pictures returned to darkness, the mocking and disdainful faces of the villagers appeared in front of his eyes, and at the same time, the voices of people rudely calling his adoptive father, who had gradually become clumsy, "old lame", and the unscrupulous "wild child", "wild child" and "wild child" of his peers......

In the end, he also vaguely saw himself as an adult. Dressed in a mighty and luxurious warrior's robe, shouldering a purple light sword, and stepping on a golden dragon, he soared above the blue sky, holding his head high, overlooking the crowd of people kneeling respectfully below......

......

In a daze, Mo Bai was woken up by a burst of voices outside.

"Give you two more days, and if you can't hand over the money, don't blame us for being polite. ”

This arrogant and rugged voice Mo Bai is no stranger, it is the tax collector of Fallen Leaf Town, who is responsible for collecting taxes for the lord Mayor Munch.

Secretly saying that it was not good in his heart, Mo Bai hurriedly picked out the little white robe with the least patches from the wardrobe with only two or three clothes and put it on his body, and then stepped forward lightly and opened the old wooden door.

It was still early, the sky was even a little dark blue, and the back room was unusually dim when it was not lit. Mo Bai hid himself in the darkness behind the door and peeked in, only to see that in the courtyard outside, in addition to the richly dressed bearded tax collectors, there were also four or five guards in silver armor, all of whom were full of pride.

Facing a poor old man wearing a patched linen shirt and a cane at the same time, the momentum of this group of people was undoubtedly well demonstrated.

"Old thing, talking to you, did you hear me?"

As if seeing that the old man was silent, the tax collector headed by him stretched out his big hand impatiently and pushed him to a stumbling block.

"Daddy!"

Mo Bai suddenly couldn't stand it anymore, ran out of the house, stepped forward to support the old man, and stared at the tax collector with cold eyes, for fear that this unkind guy would be rude to the old man again.

"Yo, this is your son, right? ”

As soon as this fair-eyed little boy appeared, he successfully attracted the attention of the tax collector, rubbing his bearded stubble chin with his big hand, and sneered: "Old lame, it seems that there is nothing at home that can be used as a tax collateral." But I see that the son you raised is not bad, no worse than your daughter back then. If you put it in the slave market, you might be able to sell it for a good price. ”

Ignoring the old cripple's increasingly gloomy face, the tax collector reached out to touch Mo Bai's head as he spoke.

Unexpectedly, the old man, who was originally silent and seemed a little timid and afraid, seemed to have eaten the bear's heart and leopard's gall at this moment, and actually pulled his beloved son behind him, and resolutely did not allow it to be touched.

The hairy hand froze in the air in embarrassment, and the tax collector couldn't help but be surprised for a moment when he looked at the slight sharp look that suddenly appeared in the old man's cloudy eyes.

"Interesting, interesting. ”

Yang Tian laughed a few times, and the tax collector began to look at the old cripple in front of him with interest, who thought he had resigned to fate, and then stepped forward without hurry, rested his chin on the old man's shoulder, and said in a voice that only each other could hear: "Let me see if your old bones will be as hard as they are today in two days." ”

"But don't let you, a white and lovely baby son, follow in your daughter's footsteps......"

After saying this, the sneering tax collector slapped the old man's rough old face twice as an insult, waved his big hand, and walked away with the guards.

"Dad, don't be angry. ”

Mo Bai was glaring angrily at the villain who was like a transit locust, and when he heard the old man's breathing rise and fall like a bellows, he hurriedly reached out sensibly to stroke his adoptive father's back, and then helped him to the house and sat down.

took a sip of the tea handed over by Mo Bai, and Mo Dongshan's complexion looked slightly better.

With a long sigh, the old man's face seemed to have aged a lot all of a sudden, and his expression was indescribably sad.

Mo Bai saw it in his eyes and couldn't help but feel distressed.

As the famous hunter king of the township in the past, Mo Dongshan's body can barely show a little bit of the tall and sturdy style of his youth. However, the years are urging people to grow old, and his back is no longer straight, and his torso is no longer full. His sunken cheeks were full of wrinkles, his sideburns had long since turned gray, and his thick beard and long hair were disheveled, and he looked like he hadn't been well groomed for a long time. Just looking at this appearance, it is not difficult to be mistaken for an old man who has climbed to the age of seventy, which shows how difficult life is.

"You take this. ”

After a moment of silence, Mo Dongshan took out a dark red metal card from his pocket, which was the currency of the Freedom League, and there was a string of golden numbers engraved on the card surface, with a face value of 10,000.

Mo Bai was stunned: "Dad, this ......"

10,000 free coins, which is worth a year's expenses for the whole family, what makes him wonder why the old man obviously carries such a large amount of money with him, why he doesn't pay the taxes.

As if seeing the doubts in Mo Bai's eyes, Mo Dongshan said in a hoarse and low voice: "I have inquired, this time to go to the Holy Capital, the test fee alone will cost 5,000 free coins, plus the accommodation fee and the round-trip fare, this money is only afraid that it will be enough." ”

"As for the tax, you don't have to worry about it, I'll figure it out somehow. ”

There was a pause at this point, and the old man's expectant gaze seemed to pierce Mo Bai's heart: "You know, you are me and your aunt, the only hope." ”

After stuffing the coin card into Mo Bai's hand, Mo Dongshan groaned for a long time, seemed to have made up his mind, staggered to his feet, turned around and walked into the back room.

Immediately after, Mo Bai heard the sound of rummaging through boxes and cabinets.

Curious, he followed, and saw that the old man facing him sideways was holding on to the wardrobe against the wall with one hand to make sure that he would not fall, and at the same time, he bent down tremblingly to reach a small wooden box under the wardrobe.

Mo Bai wanted to step forward to help, but was rejected by Mo Dongshan with a wave of his hand.

"I'm broken in my legs, and my hands are sharp. ”

As he spoke, he touched the lever of the small wooden box and dragged it out smoothly.

As the big withered hand opened the dusty lid of the box, Mo Bai saw from the side that a thick purple swaddling cloth was folded inside, as well as the jade pendant and ring placed on it.

"Daddy, this is ......" Mo Bai faintly knew in his heart.

"When your mother brought you back from the snow, you had these things with you. ”

Looking at the contents of the small wooden box, Mo Dongshan's cloudy old eyes seemed to have a look of struggle, and he turned to Mo Bai: "You come and take it, maybe one day, you can explore your true identity through them." ”

It's mine...... Real identity?

Mo Bai's body trembled invisibly, and he immediately took a few steps forward, bent down and picked up the most eye-catching round jade pendant from the wooden box.

The jade pendant is emerald green throughout, and there is nothing peculiar about it except for a white character engraved on the surface of the delicately carved relief pattern. Mo Bai doesn't understand jade, and he doesn't know what the material of this jade pendant is, but he only looks at the color that is extremely beautiful, clear and compelling.

"This jade pendant, which your mother has brought to the jewelry store in the town for identification, is the rarest imperial green in jadeite jade, and it has no price, and the owner of the family is even willing to pay a sky-high price of three million to buy it. ”

The old man said, "Just because this thing is tied to your identity, even in the most difficult times, we have not considered selling it." ”

Hearing this, Mo Bai's heart suddenly seemed to have overturned the five-flavor bottle, and he had mixed feelings.

Even if they sell this jade pendant cheaply, the huge amount of money in exchange is enough for the second elder to live a prosperous and wealthy life, but they stubbornly insist on keeping it for the mystery of their life experience.

Honest and simple.

The simplicity is distressing.

"To give you such a priceless jade pendant, your biological parents must not be ordinary people. In fact, I already guessed when your mother brought you back. Look at your swaddling. ”

At the signal of the old man, Mo Bai specially unfolded the purple swaddling clothes and looked at it.

The color is very bright, I have never seen such a good fabric in my previous life and this life, the tentacles are smooth and warm, but there is no pattern on it.

His brows furrowed slightly, and Mo Bai, who had not found any clues, cast a puzzled look at the old man.

"Xiaobai, you know, in our Star Empire, only royalty and nobles can use purple cloth for clothes. ”

As soon as the old man broke it, Mo Bai, who had fallen into a misunderstanding of thinking, suddenly brightened, his eyes widened, and he said in surprise: "Dad, in this way, my parents are not ordinary rich people, they may be officials in the court or even ...... Relatives of the Imperial Family?"

"Not bad. Mo Dongshan nodded and said, "From today onwards, you will put away the jade pendant." Remember, don't show it lightly. ”

"Well, I understand. ”

The husband is not guilty, but he still understands the truth of his guilt. The solemn jade pendant was put away closely, and then his eyes moved slightly, and he subconsciously picked up the ring.

The ring is pitch black, and the surface is engraved with mysterious and obscure lines. I don't know what material it is made of, like stone not stone, like jade not jade, like wood not wood, like copper not copper, put it in the palm of your hand as light as nothing, and the touch is not as cold as imagined.

The moment he picked up the ring, Mo Bai vaguely saw that there was a flash of light on its surface, and he didn't know if it was an illusion or a reflection.

"Dad, what is this?"

He put the ring on his middle finger and showed it to the old man.

From the outside, there is nothing unusual about this ring, if it is lost on the side of the road, no one will even pay attention to it, and it pales in comparison with the exquisite jade pendant with clear turquoise.

But intuition told Mo Bai that what his biological parents left him could not be just simple decorations.

Mo Dongshan also shook his head with a confused expression: "I asked the jewelry appraiser and the blacksmith, and even they don't know the material of the ring. ”

"Okay. ”

Helplessly, he puffed out his cheeks, although he didn't know why his adoptive father returned these things to him at this time. But the mystery of his life suddenly became a bit more exciting, and for Mo Bai, there was nothing more exciting than this.

Who wouldn't want to know who they are?

"It's not too early, it's time for you to go. ”

Subconsciously glanced at the clock on the wall, the old man reminded him in a timely manner, and advocated giving his son a ride. Considering his inconvenience, Mo Bai shook his head categorically: "Dad, no need." ”

"It doesn't matter. Let's go. ”

But after all, he couldn't resist the stubborn Mo Dongshan, so he limped out of the house on crutches.

Mo Bai had no choice but to step forward quickly, holding the old man's arm, and walking side by side with him.

At the end of the road, a bright red sun is rising......