"Wanliluo water realm, three thousand drowning deep, goose feathers can't float, and reeds sink to the bottom. ”

The Luohe River is the most evil river in the Luoling area, and it is said that there were once immortals who fell here, leaving a curse, forming this drowning river that people can't cross and birds can't fly, forever separating Luoling from the barbarian emperor's territory on the opposite side.

"Bai Mei, look, why is there a child there?"

An old man in black who was over half a hundred years old pointed to the bank of the Naluo River and said to an old man with white eyebrows next to him in surprise.

"Go over and see. ”

The two strode towards that side, only to see a child in a purple robe lying unconscious on the ground, the purple robe was quite wide, obviously the clothes worn by adults, and it looked extremely ill-fitting on the child's body.

"Who is this child?" The old man in black looked at the child with surprise and doubt: "His adult clothes are so gorgeous, in my Luoling area, there are thousands of tribes, large and small, even the most powerful castle tower, it is difficult to come up with such gorgeous clothes." ”

"Well, it's very strange, it looks like it's from the Luo River. The white-eyed old man also nodded and said.

"How is this possible? No one can cross the Luo River, how can he come from the other side of the Luo River? Quickly, he woke up. ”

The child coughed violently a few times, spit out a few mouthfuls of river water, and then opened his eyes suddenly, and the two old men hurriedly came up: "Child, where are you from?"

There was a thick blankness flashing in his clear and bright eyes, and the child shook his head: "I don't know." ”

"And what's your name?"

The child still shook his head: "I still don't know." ”

"Amnesia?" the two old men looked at each other, then at the child's chest, which had a golden plaque engraved with several shiny letters.

"Your name is Tang Wuming?"

The child still shook his head: "I don't know." ”

"It looks like I've lost my memory. ”

The two old men were about to take the child back, but just as they were about to leave, the old man in black pointed to the other side in surprise and shouted: "Look at Bai Mei, there is another one over there." ”

Ten years later, the Luoling quicksand tribe.

The Quicksand Tribe was originally known as the Maha Tribe, and according to legend, three hundred years ago, an extremely powerful demon beast ran out of the nearby Black Lawson Prison, which ate most of the Maha tribe overnight, almost exterminating the entire Maha tribe.

At the critical moment, a tall red-haired man suddenly came here, the red-haired man was holding a crescent scepter, and his strength was even more astonishing.

After killing the demon beast, the red-haired man stayed in the Maha tribe for the time being, he did not need the gratitude of the Maha tribe, the only request was to let the tribe build an ancestral hall ten miles outside the tribe according to his request, which enshrined the red-haired man and his four friends: a monkey, a pig, a white dragon and a monk.

The red-haired man lived in the Maha tribe for a year and then left, and after three hundred years he did not appear, and the people of the Maha tribe did not know where this person came from, nor did they know where he was going, only one of his names - Quicksand Ancestor.

In order to commemorate the ancestor of the quicksand, the older generation of the Maha tribe simply renamed the Maha tribe as the quicksand tribe, which has been passed down to this day.

At this time, in a clearing outside the quicksand tribe, a young man about ten years old, with flowing black hair and white clothes, stood proudly there holding a silver sword.

Around him, there were three young men with long knives, stone hammers, and spears, each with a strong heroic aura on their faces, and a strong aura permeating their bodies.

"Drink"

I only heard a loud shout, and the white-clothed young man standing in the middle took the lead in making a move, the long sword was in the air, and the silver mangs danced wildly, with one enemy and three.

The young man's sword went sideways, the sword aura was fierce, although the other three resisted with all their might, but they still couldn't stop the young man's rapid attack, the sword dance three moves, the first move broke the long knife, the second found to break through the stone hammer, the third move broke the spear, and the victory or defeat was immediately clear.

"We lost. ”

The three teenagers left with dead faces, but the young man in white had a faint smile on his face, and as soon as he put away the silver sword in his hand, a group of onlookers around him happily surrounded him, dancing: "Brother Wuxian is so powerful, and he has beaten away a group of bad people." ”

The young man smiled and stroked the heads of these children, patiently explaining: "They are not bad people, they are just big brothers from nearby tribes who have come to challenge." ”

At this time, on the walls of the tribe, two gray-haired old men looked at the scene that had just happened, and their faces were full of smiles.

"It's only been less than a month since the beginning of spring, and it's already the third batch of genius teenagers from nearby tribes to challenge Deathless, but the result is still the same as before, and they have failed miserably. One of the old men with a black sword box on his back said with a smile, this old man's name was Old Man Molong, and he was one of the people who picked up Tang Wu's life on the bank of Luoshui back then.

"Well, ten years ago, you and Bai Mei picked up the lifeless from the bank of the Luo River, he was only three years old, and the years have flown by, I really didn't expect that it only took him ten years to reach the sixth realm of the mortal realm, and he had even practiced the foundation of my quicksand tribe's first sword technique, the Ten Thousand Truths Sword Technique, to the point of perfection. ”

The old man who spoke this time was named Old Man Utu, and he was the current patriarch of the Quicksand Tribe.

"Yes, it's very wicked, it seems that it won't be many years before I, the title of the strongest person in the quicksand tribe, will be stripped away. The old man Molong looked at Tang Wusheng below with a smile and said.

"Hehe, you old man has occupied this name for decades, and it's time to step down from the altar, I really didn't expect that fifty years ago, my quicksand tribe had demons like you and Baimei, and after fifty years, there was such a demon as lifeless, and it was really good feng shui of my quicksand tribe. ”

"Hey, it's just a pity, it's hard for me to see Lifeless continue to grow anymore. Speaking of this, the old man suddenly looked at the sky in the distance, and a trace of helplessness flashed between his eyebrows.

"What's the matter!" is there a letter from the castle tower?" asked the old man Utu.

"Yes. The old man replied: "Just three days ago, it was said that there was a big battle with the monks of Nanling on the border of Luoling, and a town guard general died, so I was not urged to go over and make up for it as soon as possible." ”

"When are you leaving?" Speaking of this, the old man Utu looked a little displeased: "Why didn't you tell me in advance about such a big thing?"

"Hehe, I haven't had time to tell you yet, I also got the news this morning, and I left in the middle of the night. ”

"In the middle of the night?" the old man Utu was startled: "Why did you go in such a hurry." ”

"The order of the castle tower cannot be disobeyed, and I can't help it. As he spoke, the old man took off the black sword box he was carrying and handed it to the old man Utu: "The things contained here are what I left for lifeless, and you will give it to him when I leave." ”

"You didn't see him for the last time?"

"No, it will only make him feel more reluctant, so it's better to be more reluctant. After speaking, the old man Moron slowly walked down the city wall with his hands behind his back, and his back was a little reluctant and lonely.

Under the city wall, Tang Wuming held a child in one hand and had a lot of fun with them, although he was now the sixth powerhouse of the mortal realm, but he was still childlike, after all, he was only thirteen years old.

Looking at Tang Wusheng below, and then at the old man Molong who was gradually moving away on the other side, the patriarch Utu Old Man held the sword box in his hand, and his face showed endless sourness.

The sun sets, night falls, in the middle of the night, outside the city wall of the quicksand tribe, an old man with gray hair stands there quietly, looking at this familiar tribe, he sighs deeply, then turns around, and resolutely leaves here, a bizarre scene happens, where the old man walked, the flowers and plants withered, and the land was even more scorched, as if it had been burned by fire.

This departure may not be a short separation, but a farewell.

"What? Grandpa Moron is gone. ”

Early the next morning, Tang Wuming's exclamation came from the patriarch's wooden house, and then his voice became a little choked: "Since you are leaving, why don't you say goodbye to me." ”

From childhood to adulthood, Tang Wuming was almost brought up by the old man Molong, whether it was reading and literacy, or practicing martial arts, it was the old man Molong who taught him single-handedly, and the relationship between the two was already very deep, and in Tang Wuming's heart, he had already regarded the old man Molong as his own grandfather.

Although he had long known that Old Man Moron was going to the Castle Tower Mansion to be the general of the town guard, when this day actually came, he still couldn't accept it.

Tang was reluctant to give up, and the old man Utu was also reluctant, but this was already an ironclad fact, and no one could change it, so he took out the sword box left by the old man Moron and handed it to Tang Wuming: "This is what your grandfather left when Molon left, and now I will hand it over to you." ”

Tang Wuming took the sword box, and felt that there was still the breath of this old man Molong on the sword box, ten years was like a dream, everything was so familiar, but the familiar person was no longer by his side.

The sword box opened, and the nine handles were exactly the same, and the black sword three feet long and one foot wide appeared in his eyes.

In an instant, a bone-chilling chill hit the face, as if the air in the entire room had plummeted several degrees.

"Grandpa's set of black cold swords. ”

Tang Wusheng was stunned, the Black Cold Sword was made by the old man Mo Long who risked his life to break into the inner perimeter of the Black Rosen Prison when he was young, and refined it by mining the Black Cold Stone under a cold pool.

Although it is not an advanced magic weapon, it is a set of extremely cold weapons, and the nine swords weigh ninety pounds, extremely sharp and indestructible.

Tang Wuxing stared blankly at Hei Han, his eyes were already moist, this was the favorite personal weapon of the old man Molong, but he kept it for himself.

In addition to this Black Han Sword, there were also two transparent jade slips, and the old man Utu next to him explained: "This is the life slip, which was specially left to you by your Grandpa Molong. ”

"Destiny?"

"Well, this is before your Grandpa Moron left, he specially went to find your white-eyed grandfather, and refined it through a special soul secret technique, a total of two pieces, one for each of you, as long as one of them has an accident, the other piece will be broken, you put it away, even if this kind of thing is the castle tower, it may not be able to take it. If one day you are in danger, maybe your grandfather Moron will be able to save you in time. ”

Tang Wuming took the jade slip in his hand, and his heart became even more sad, and he carefully put it away, for fear of damaging it.

"Don't be sad, your grandfather just went to the castle tower to be a town guard general, and he will come back to see you when he has time. The old man said, "Moreover, if you have the strength of your grandfather, why don't you go to the castle tower to find him?" ”

"Go to the castle tower to find grandpa, and fight alongside him?"

Hearing the old man Utu say this, Tang Wuming's mood suddenly brightened a little, although the old man Utu's cultivation at this time far surpassed him, but Tang Wuming believed that with his talent, he would soon be able to catch up with his grandfather and go to the castle tower to find him.

Tang Wuming nodded firmly: "Grandpa, I'll come to you soon, definitely." ”