There was a hazy drizzle in the sky, which was already the deepest part of autumn, and the fog like cow hair carried away the last trace of the temperature of the season, leaving behind a biting cold.

Under the big trees not far away, there is a pool of turquoise autumn water, which ripples countless times in the drizzle, standing at the highest point of the mountain and looking down, it seems to have converged into the same color as the long sky.

But such a scenery does not mean that it is beautiful, because of the ripples, the mist above the lake, like the crystal of a young man's eyes, at this time, the temperature seems to have dropped again, and there is more desolation between heaven and earth.

In the cold rain, a young man in white, about seventeen or eighteen years old, leaned close to the largest ancient tree. This tree has a history of countless years, it is said that there is an era of human civilization, he is standing in this area, but he is now in the depths of a Jedi Daze, and absolutely no one can enter here at ordinary times, because first of all, almost no one can pass through the large array laid by the ancestors of the countless Dao human races, and there are often children who do not know who break into the formation by mistake, and they are teleported out in an instant.

But because of this, the existence of the boy is even more strange, because he has to overcome many difficulties and come to this desperate situation alone, which is not an easy thing.

From the scars on his hands and feet, there were mottled bloodstains, there were traces of bites from unknown poisonous insects, and marks of cuts from the hardest plant leaves, and even stained on the plain white clothes, blooming red flowers. This is one of the most mysterious places in the world. This is not an exaggeration at all, as it is said that this is the place where humanity originated. In the minds of countless people, this place is sublime. Places where desecration is not allowed.

The boy didn't know where he came from, and he didn't know why he leaned lightly next to the ancient tree, although his face was a joyless and sad expression, but the branches and leaves under his feet that had inadvertently shed their veins showed that the young man's heart was not at peace at the moment.

The boy did not speak, this is the big tree in his memory, every year at this season, he will come to this place on time, and stay quietly for three days and three nights. And then shuffled out of here.

In the first year, he was still a child, and he didn't go far, he has always lived in this area, except for practicing and eating every day, he is in a quiet daze, thinking quietly alone.

By the fourth year, he finally couldn't control his yearning for the outside world. When he had reached a certain level of cultivation, he decided to go out and see what kind of world this was, and he was at that time. With all the effort, resisting unimaginable pressures, I got out of this narrow world. He still remembers him as he was, covered in scars. Strips of simple cloth were wrapped around his body, and he was the only way to survive at that time. Because there are no sunny days here, it is always a cold rainy season.

In the end, I don't know what happened, the boy returned, but it was still laborious, and in this season, the outside world seemed to be a harvest joy, but here there was only cold and biting chill.

There is no trace of any living beings around, in the deepest part of the world, there is only this ancient tree and a pool of cold water, but here there is the most terrifying miasma, except for the deepest part, everywhere is covered with colorful poisonous mist, floating in the air, bringing a deadly threat.

In fact, this is also the reason why there are no living beings here, no living beings can resist this terrifying miasma, this is actually the most terrible poisonous gas, as long as a little bit invades the body, in a short time, it will be spread all over the body with the circulation of blood, and finally lie in this mysterious world forever.

The boy was silent, but stared blankly at the lake in the distance, and when the darkness of the night was once more, he did not move his tired body once, and the rain wet the ends of his hair, dripping down the sleeves of his coat on the dirt.

When the light of another day came, the young man closed his already exhausted eyes, and in the dark pupils, there was a deep sense of loss and helplessness.

"Is another year gone?" The boy in the rain was like a dead body, lying flat on the trunk of a tree, his face covered with large droplets of water, I don't know if it was rain, or if it was condensed by the tears that had flowed inadvertently over the past few days.

Taking off the simple and natural bracelet in his hand, the young man took out something from his arms, which was a jade plaque, with a real dragon engraved on the front and a mysterious and magical pattern on the back.

The young man's palms trembled, as if he was looking at his most beloved object, and gently swayed, and a cold blue light appeared on his hand, as if he wanted to carve some mark on it.

But this action is extremely difficult, not because of physical exhaustion, but because of mental fatigue, this action seems to directly squeeze the teenager's physical strength.

On this piece of crystal clear jade, there are lines of text, from top to bottom, densely covered with traces on the entire back.

Now, the boy's palm stayed on the back line, because only here, there was still a blank space that had not yet been filled.

There is a memory of a period of time, a record of every day of the boy for ten years, all engraved on the jade, which was unfolded and turned into a jade book in the shape of a book.

Every time he turns the page, the corners of the boy's mouth will inadvertently show a smile, but there is endless loneliness and sadness in his eyes.

It was a series of portraits, including old people, children, boys, and girls, all of which were carved by teenagers one by one in the past ten years, referring to the vague impressions in their memories.

Chao Qianfan waited quietly in this place, holding the piece of jade in his arms, there were his best memories, he still remembered, just when he just woke up, it was in this place, next to this small lake, the last moment it was still in the ancient and mysterious cave, and the next moment it was to this place.

So he had been waiting, hoping that one day, when he woke up, it would be like a dream, to return to that familiar world, a world full of war and blood, because there was still a glimmer of warmth.

However, every day he drank the morning dew, every day he prayed with his heart, he was looking forward to the day when he would return to that familiar world.

However, the miracle did not happen, and every day when I woke up from the dream, I still felt such cold and biting.

Perhaps, it's because the time is wrong, this dream has been going on for too long, and it's not easy to wake up.

Perhaps, the world has abandoned him again, and there is no need for this child who has no parents since he was a child.

Perhaps, he shouldn't have waited like this, he wants to go out and see this strange world.

Chao Qianfan finally stepped out of this world, went through endless hardships, and finally left here, but in the end, he came back, and there was always a glimmer of hope in his heart, although full of regrets, but still persevering.

The first six years of his life were the luckiest days because someone was watching over him, and the seventh year was the happiest day because he could watch over others.

Then ten years were lonely ten years, he didn't know what kind of realm he had broken through, because it didn't matter, he didn't care, the edges and corners of the year were polished little by little in time, and the sunny child was gone, leaving a white-clothed Shengxue, handsome young man.

This time, the miracle still didn't happen, he was still in this old place, and he knew that he might never be able to go back to the original place.

In the end, Chao Qianfan carved twelve punctuation marks on the last line of the jade, buried him in the ground of the big tree, closed his heavy eyes and fell asleep, and finally, he left the place again, without looking back, with determination.

On the night that Qian Fan left, on the Tianjiao Continent, a new generation of Daughter of Destiny swept the same generation in the world, but she did not show a smile, because she was always looking for a familiar and unfamiliar figure.

Countless thunderbolts manifested and converged into a blue ocean, and above the sky, there were mysterious runes flowing, and a great dragon swam on it, as if it wanted to destroy this place, but in the end, Qian Fan did not start, although he wanted to bury the memories of the past, but some things were deeply rooted in his mind.

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"Childe, you're back. ”

"What kind of ferocious place did the young master break through in this line, and he was actually injured?" said a woman, but she didn't dare to discuss it in person.

"Childe, the clothes are ready, and the slave will serve you to put them on. ”

"Childe, the snow lotus has been boiled, and the slave maid will bring it up. ”

The voices of awe were endless, but there were many greetings and concerns, and beside a huge palace-like building, a group of women were already waiting.

They were all maids in this palace, and they were anxiously waiting at the moment, because at this time of the year, their sons would go on a long trip, and explain that if they did not come back by then, they would be free, and they would take everything they left behind.

However, every year, the young master will come back on time, and with that iceberg-like face that will not melt through the ages, a body of scars, and a sad expression, just like that, step by step on the street, and then return here.

No one knows anything about the young master, because the young master has always been mysterious, but he seems to be unhappy all the time, and often looks up in the direction of the sky, with sadness in his eyes.

But this time, the young master seems to be a little different, he came back from the wind, and seems to be enjoying the beautiful scenery of the capital, and there is also a warm light in his eyes. (To be continued.) )