Years ago, a boy dreamed of ......

A silent valley with a small bridge spanning a babbling stream, and the sound of the water reveals the silence of the valley.

A seven-year-old boy dragged his tired body back to his cozy home, with a flat shoulder on his shoulders and two wooden barrels hanging underneath.

A young woman stepped forward to help him unload his burden.

The woman looked at the bucket full of gravel and sand, full of distress, and stopped talking, just silently applying ointment to the boy in her hand.

"Coming back? How's it going? ”

A gentle and stern male voice came.

The curtain of the wooden house was opened by a large hand, and a man with a resolute face stepped out.

He looked at the boy and the barrel, which was almost gone, and the boy looked at the man with some fear.

"Purple, you and I come in for a while." The man exclaimed with some disappointment.

After Zi finished giving the boy the medicine, she turned around and followed the man into the house.

"Zi, you have also seen that bamboo is not suitable for cultivation, his foundation is too poor...... This ......," the man said helplessly, looking at the boy outside the curtain where he stood.

"That's it, this is his life, he doesn't necessarily have to go all the way to cultivation, I would rather he suffer a little less tiredness and a little suffering." The woman said with a crying voice.

"For me, you have already paid too much, and I can't bear to watch you think about tea and dinner every day for Xiaozhu." The man couldn't bear to say it.

The Ouyang family, many years ago, was once a first-class hermit family in the outer regions of the Eastern Antarctic Domain, but time has passed, and the current Ouyang family is only a second-rate hermit family with the power of self-preservation, and there are only a handful of strong ones.

Previously, because of the exposure of the heirloom technique, it was intercepted and killed by many foreign forces, but there were still some people who survived. The fundamental reason for this is the "European book" inherited in the Ouyang family. The higher the realm of the cultivator's shadow power, the more perverted the skills that can be attached, and when the first generation of the Ouyang family master reached the sixfold inner shadow power, by chance, he attached the seventh form of the Demon Destroying Valley to the Ou Shu, as long as the descendants are willing, they can pass on the skills of the previous generation's direct lineage, but the power of the skill is not as powerful as the power of cultivating the Demon Destroying Technique.

But after all, it is a magic exterminating technique, and it is an existence comparable to the Shadow King's exercises, and the rumors spread have aroused the covetousness of many forces.

Until one day, this family produced a stunningly talented descendant, who successfully inherited the seventh form of the Demon Destroying Technique on the eighth place in the European book.

As this descendant wandered outside, the display of his skills also led to the exposure of the Demon Destroying Technique, and then he was targeted by some forces, among which was the figure of the Dark Passage Workshop, and the Sect Master of the Dark Passage Workshop also took great pains to do so.

Therefore, the Ouyang family issued a strict order, and the younger generations were all forbidden to practice Oushu, and turned to practice foreign martial arts, and only when they reached a higher realm could they practice "Oushu".

The boy looked at the sky, his eyes reflected the whole sky, although he was tired and painful, he did not slack off, he still firmly believed in his original oath......

"One day, I will be strong! For my family and companions! The boy said.

"For, my original home!" A teardrop fell at the boy's feet, and he trampled it away.

"If I can't cultivate, do I have to give up?" The boy looked at the trail ahead, he didn't look back, he was afraid that once he turned back, he would never, never make up his mind.

"Bamboo, it's time to eat!"

Purple's voice came, but there was no response after a long time. I saw Bamboo standing in front of the door in a daze, and there was more brilliance in the original empty eyes.

"Maybe it's the last time you remember, right?" The boy ran down the hill like crazy, his steps getting fainter and fainter, and the back of his back, tears streaming down his cheeks.

The man stretched out his hand to stop Zi, and said in a deep voice: "Let him face it, anyway, he can't get out of the city outside, he will always come back, and he is not like this once or twice." ”

But the man's eyes were also full of worry, of course he knew what was missing in the house and who took it away.

But from sunset to dark, the child named Xiaozhu still did not come back, and Zi could only sit outside the house and look at the dark path at the end.

The man walked out of the kitchen and looked at the woman, with mixed emotions in his eyes.

"You better go back, I believe that no father will not love his child, I will go to Xiaozhu." The man said softly to Zi, his eyes full of reluctance.

"There is a new life that will be born in the near future, and you may return there, and that will be the best outcome for you. What my father did was really incompetent. ”

"Don't worry, I'll go back to pick you up when I find Xiaozhu." The man said.

With that, the man took off his apron and walked down the dark path.

The woman shed a line of tears, took out a jasper from her arms, and gently crushed it.

The jasper shattered, emitting a little light, and after a while, the space in front of the room writhed, and a beautiful woman walked out of it, looked at the distracted woman and said, "Purple, why are you so troubled?" Is it really worth it to be with someone who is about to forget their memories? ”

Outside the city, a barren cottage.

Behind the boy was a dark shadow, but he didn't know it.

"Forget yourself? Haha......" The boy closed the book with a pale yellow coat.

The boy silently read his name in his heart.

"I, I must be the most powerful!" A page of the book lit up like a dead leaf, and a seal that had been passed down for a long time was imprinted in the boy's mind, and then the entire book was reduced to ashes.

"I, who is it?"

"From now on, I'll call Ouyang Kui!"

The boy used his memories at the expense of the inheritance in the seal, the legend of the European book, which was opened! Ouyang Kui sat up from the bed suddenly, looked at the bright moon he saw for the last time in his memory that night, and got up and left through the window.

"Let's see who has the last laugh! the fate. ”

He embarks on a moonlit journey, slowly stepping into the time of the future.