This is a giant hall full of ancient atmosphere, the vicissitudes of time have not overshadowed the majesty of the giant hall, and give it a majestic atmosphere, as if it wants to tell everyone every magical history for thousands of years, but it does not need anyone's words. Picking up every Optimus Pillar, every piece of thick brick, and even every breath of air that surrounds it, one can read an extraordinary piece of history.

Outside the giant hall, there was a tearful woman kneeling, she was dressed in black and wearing a sword, her eyes were cold and anxious, but she was also very helpless. She is very quiet, delicate, with an indifferent temperament, although she is sad and crying, she is still beautiful. She had been kneeling here for two days, and no one could persuade her to leave, her eyes were full of self-reproach and guilt, and although her face was pale, she was still firm and unrepentant.

Now her hope can only be pinned on this, on the body of this guardian lord. Although the Guardian has agreed to look for him, there has been no news so far. She, she could only kneel here, with her actions, hoping to bring a glimmer of life to her poor child.

"One day I can't find it, one day I won't get up", this is her promise, to a person who cannot be heard.

In the hall, there stood a blue-robed black-haired old man, who made people unable to see, standing like a deep qi, but extremely sharp. The old man stood in front of a huge stone carving, on which was engraved a huge "heaven" character, and each stroke of it was engraved with strength, as if it had the meaning of infinity and vastness. The old man's eyes were closed, thinking, as if he were its incarnation.

The other day, right here, he had been furious for a lost child, for which he had severely reprimanded his son. He was a little sad, as the guardian of the Azure Empire, he didn't even have the ability to protect a child. How can it be embarrassing?

Why guard?

He hadn't left the hall since that day.

Although he understands very well and understands the "story" behind this.

He couldn't be silent this time, if something happened to that child, things were not out of his control. Now, some people have to pay for it.

Outside the giant hall, a person was rushing towards here, and the guards were unaware of it. When he saw the woman still outside the hall, he didn't stop, but sighed more.

He was silent all the way, as fast as lightning. When they came to the temple, they were only full of respect and respect.

As he entered the hall, the old man's eyes slowly opened, and those deep eyes seemed to be able to see through everything.

"Say", the old man didn't seem to want to speak, but he seemed to know the answer.

"Father, I haven't found it yet," the young man behind him replied respectfully and helplessly. "The people who sent out are still looking for them, and they will report it as soon as they have news. ”

"To live to see a man, to die to see a corpse. ”

"Yes," the young man hesitated and said, after hearing the old man's resolute tone.

"But, father," said the young man, who seemed to have something to say, saw the old man wave his hand at him. The young man fell silent and disappeared into the temple in an instant.

Outside the temple gate stood a young man of thirteen or fourteen, who had been here for a long time, but he did not dare to enter. He had never seen his grandfather angry, no, he should have been angry, and it scared him like that. Just the other day, for a lost child, a good friend he had met several times. No, it should be a relative!

"Is it Tianze?" suddenly remembered the old man's voice.

"Yes, Grandpa". Ouyang Tianze walked in quickly, and replied very respectfully and timidly.

Ouyang Tianze, the grandson of Ouyang Duan, the guardian of the Azure Empire.

"Grandpa, pregnant with him?" Ouyang Tianze asked with some fear.

"He'll be back, bless him!" Ouyang said, touching Tianze's head.

"Well, I will, he will always be my brother".

Ouyang Tianze found the purpose of this trip, so he stopped talking and bowed to leave.

Silence, half-loud without sound.

"Old fellow, I've done my best," Ouyang said helplessly in front of the stone carving, as if it could understand.

A calm lake, without the slightest ripples and fluctuations. But in the center, a black spot was found, and there was a motionless young man lying there, floating on the water as if he were lying on the ground, and as if he was being held up by a magical force. I slept so peacefully.

In fact, he had been sleeping here for two days and two nights.

He's the bosom.

In fact, he looked like a beggar, dressed in black and tattered, with unkempt hair, and several wounds on his body, and even the blood that had coagulated could be seen oozing out, as if he had suffered a great hardship, and as if he had been attacked by something. But who would do it to such a small child?

Suddenly, Huai's fingers moved, and the water lost its calm, and the ripples of agitation gradually faded into the distance, as if to announce the defeat of one side.

His breathing became clearer and clearer, and the faint qi in his body was also running slowly, and his fair face was still very white. After a while, he opened his eyes, and his faint eyes revealed a desire to survive.

"Where is this?"

The water was very clear, and he was clinging to the surface of the lake, looking at his other self in the reflection, and his eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe that this was him.

"Am I alive?" he asked himself. The faint eyes squinted around, and it was a completely unfamiliar world.

Huai clenched his fists with great difficulty, and struggled to prop up his arms to get up. But every time he moved slightly, his injured arm would cause him a piercing pain, and he failed, and for the first time he fell on his stomach.

"Damn," Huai scolded fiercely, and the anger in his heart suddenly welled up in his heart. It was okay to run away from home, but who knows where the crazy guy came from halfway, chased after him, and accidentally fell off the cliff and fell here.

To this day, he still doesn't understand, what kind of enmity do I have with you?

Huai is very angry now, angry that God is unfair to him, grandpa didn't see it, mother left again, good luck didn't see one, unfortunately met one after another.

But he was lucky, fortunately he was not dead, and now although he was injured and lying here, he could still live, to find her grandfather, and he would definitely find it.

Hope, hehe, is the strength of the force.

In fact, Huai is also very good at self-soothing.

It's always a man and his shadow, and who will say that to him?

Now he is like a lamp that is about to go out, and hope has been rekindled, and it will become more and more hopeful.

Maybe survival and life are all about bitter and then sweet!

Is this destiny?

"Hehe, don't be afraid, work hard to wait for a long day, if you have the strength, miss me, come to the north to find me, our family will be there. "Good", in the young man's mind, a picture of an amiable old man touching his head and saying to him. The child sitting in the old man's arms also happily agreed.

This is one of the few fond memories of his childhood.

Whenever he was bullied, encountered difficulties, hung his head, and was about to give up, he would think of this sentence in his head.

Huai tried hard to prop up and fall, and fell down and continued to hold up. After going back and forth a dozen times, he finally gasped for breath and sat up weakly.

He looked up at the sky, and it was his hope. His grandfather used to tell him. The sky is still blue, but it's not the same as it used to be.

"Am I really alive?" The boy asked himself out loud this time, as if he was asking the sky, and the sky seemed to be looking at him.

He also discovered himself in the water, and wondered what he could float on. But he didn't have much surprise and puzzlement, because he really didn't have much strength to jump, and then again, what could he be happier to be than if he had survived?

The lake was very large, the surroundings were very quiet, and Huai gradually calmed down, and he didn't need to look around to know that there was no one around. The radius of the lake was a kilometer long, and he could faintly see the trees around the lake, hear the birds singing by the lake, and occasionally burst out of the lake a few palpitating cries around it. There can only be two words to describe it here: dead silence, but beautiful.

"I'm alive. ”

"I'm really alive. ”

"I'm not dead, yes, I can't die yet, I still have to live well, I still have to go to my grandfather, find my father and mother, I came out for this, I haven't done it yet, how can I die so easily?" he finally couldn't help it, he shouted out completely, and tears flowed from his eyes, so real.

That's why he wants to live.

It's simple, but it's heartfelt.

He wanted to live, to be reunited with his loved ones, as if everything he had said had been deeply imprinted into his soul.

"Damn it, you still want to kill me, when I find my grandfather, I will definitely make you better than dead, I want to live, I must take revenge in person. I will repay you twice as much for the pain you have given me, and I will definitely slaughter you with my own hands, and I will definitely slaughter you with my own hands. He shouted as hard as he could, his eyes revealing resentment, as if he had been suppressed for decades, as if he was the only one in this world, and he wanted to make himself remember, unforgettable.

People are forgetful, but some are to keep in mind.

At this time, he no longer needed to be silent, although he didn't know the reason why his mother made him silent before, and even disguised himself to deceive the people around him. He already had too much to ask grandpa, father and mother for what to do.

"It's not good to be so vicious at such a young age," the young man had just finished shouting, and a strong and powerful voice resounded through the sky, some of which were harsh.

"Who is it?" looked up in a panic and weakness, and saw an old man in red, appearing in front of him without warning, the old man stood with his hands in his hands, and there was no fluctuation on the surface of the water.

I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse, and I want to scream as hard as I can, but I can't shout at this time. Instinctively, he stretched out his hand and wanted the old man to save him.

I stretched out, stretched out, and found that I couldn't move, only to feel that my head was gradually falling silent, and my eyes were in darkness.