On the night after half a moon, since the night fell in the Water Moon Clan, there was silence without the slightest sound.

There are no clouds tonight, only a touch of moonlight quietly sprinkled on the wild land, among the water and moon caves, the river of the Lechuan River flows slowly, with the past, brought, thoughts.

"Yue'er, I've come to see you. ”

At one end of the Lechuan River, there is a half-human tall boulder, on which is carved the words "Mochizuki", Chu Yi, standing in front of the Mochizuki Stone, gently caressing this stone, in his eyes, is a thick memory.

Chu Yi's wife, Han Yueyin, was captured by the demon clan during an outing a few years after Chu Duyun's birth, and finally died at the hands of the demon clan.

After that, Chu Yi threw his wife's ashes on a location on the bank of the Lechuan River, Han Yueyin has a moon in her name, and she likes to see the moonlight in her life, and you can see the most beautiful moonlight in this location.

"Yun'er, he is already a monk in the middle of the Haoyue Realm, and he has also killed the demon beasts of the Blazing Sun Realm, which is much higher than your qualifications back then, if you can see it, you will definitely be happy. ”

"Yue'er, I also raised a child, his name is Cheng Yun, his talent is also very good, almost comparable to Yun'er, he and Yun'er get along very well, Yun'er treats him as his own brother. ”

"Cheng Yun is the son of our ancestor Dongyi clan, our Shuiyue clan is the last descendant of the Dongyi clan, he is also the son of our Shuiyue clan, as long as there is a certain heritage of the Dongyi clan in the past, as long as Cheng Yun can lead the luck of the Dongyi clan to that height, then I can see you again. ”

"Yue'er, I miss you!"

As he spoke, the patriarch of the clan, the iron-clad man, couldn't cry at this time, and hugged the Moon Stone and cried in a low voice.

Catharsis under the moonlight, there is also the high priest.

In the Valhalla of the Water Moon Clan, there are hundreds of tombstones neatly placed, and those who can be qualified to place the tombstones in the Valhalla are all the patriarchs, high priests, and elders who have broken through to the Holy Soul Realm in the past dynasties.

The high priest was standing in front of a tombstone at this moment, and the name of the owner of the tombstone was only carved "Lu Yi".

"Master, the disciple has come to see you again. ”

The gray-haired high priest, at the moment when he said the master, seemed to vent the vicissitudes of decades in one breath.

Sixteen years ago, the tribe suffered a catastrophe, and the monks suffered heavy casualties, and they immediately fell from a large tribe to a medium-sized tribe. ”

"After the master went, I forgot my name, and now even I have forgotten my name, I only know that I am the high priest of the tribe, and my name has become the high priest, the disciple has no father and no mother, the grace of the master's nurturing is unforgettable, the only thing I can do is to pass on the mantle of the master and let the tribe revivenation. ”

A deep sorrow surrounded the high priest, who lit three candles and placed them in the censer in front of the tombstone.

"Master, you often say that monks are no better than mortals, and they don't have to be bound by these red tapes, but the disciple can only use this to sacrifice to you now. ”

When the three wisps of green smoke rose, the high priest knelt down in front of the tombstone, kowtowed nine times, and when he raised his head, his eyes were already filled with joy.

"Master, the son of the tribe has appeared, you have always wanted to make the name of the ancestral clan reappear wild, now that you have the opportunity, Shizun, you can rest assured, the disciple will definitely realize your wish and let the Dongyi clan reappear wild. At that time, the disciples then sacrificed to the master with the glory of the tribe. ”

Kowtowed three more times, and there was a trace of blood on the high priest's forehead, he didn't use spiritual power to protect his body, this was kowtowing to the master, and he was sincere.

The high priest of the tribe, the old man who is smiling and taciturn, is just a disciple who has lost his master in front of this tombstone.

Under the moonlight, many people could not sleep this night, including young people who were about to leave, and there were also clansmen looking forward to the return of their relatives.

Rendered by this moonlight, there are Chu Yi, the high priest, and Cheng Yun.

"Months of penance are not as good as an overnight epiphany. ”

Cheng Yun stood on the bank of the Lechuan River, looking at the hazy moonlight and the shadow of the bright moon on the water, he remembered the epiphany on the bank of the Lethe River many days ago, and when all his mind was devoted to the reluctance of the tribe and into that sentence like a dream, he entered a wonderful realm.

This kind of realm, indescribable, unclear, unseek, Cheng Yun in this epiphany, cultivation for a rapid climb, from the Qiyuan Seven Realms, to the Qiyuan Eight Realms.

This is Cheng Yun's creation, he not only cultivates to improve, but also has an understanding of what the ancestor of the Water Moon Clan said, with this enlightenment, his future cultivation path will be much smoother, this is a change in mood.

"Tomorrow, it's time to leave. Cheng Yun was carrying a jar of wine in his hand, he looked at the water, stood quietly, and would take a sip of wine from time to time.

This jar of wine was left by Xiao Long, Xiao Long left in a hurry after drinking with Cheng Yun twice in the middle of the half moon, it seemed that the hunting team had encountered some trouble and needed him to go back to help.

"Xiao Long came back this time, it seems that he is already a high-status existence in the hunting team, and he will not have to worry about his livelihood in the future, which is very good. Cheng Yun seemed to be talking to himself, and seemed to be talking to someone.

Only Cheng Yun knew that he was talking to himself reflected in the above.

"Ah Hua's father has promised that on the day Mo Fei returns from becoming a condensing star realm, he will marry Ah Hua to Mo Fei, and Mo Fei finally got his wish. After taking a sip of wine, Cheng Yun's expression became more and more bleak.

"The old man of the tribe once told me not to cultivate, once you start cultivating, you will embark on a road of no return. ”

Cheng Yun placed the wine jar on the ground, and he also sat on the riverside, looking down at the river.

"At that time, I didn't know, but now, I have a glimpse of it, stepping into the ranks of monks, it is the law of the jungle, since the beginning of cultivation, I have been fighting, fighting with the clansmen for cultivation, fighting for the life of demon beasts, fighting for these years, but nothing has been fighting. Now that I think about it, I'd rather be an ordinary clansman and live a plain life with my own Abba and Aunt. ”

Cheng Yun said this, there was a hint of bitterness, he looked up at the sky, and the stars in the sky were the same.

"It's just that I can't help but fight, Brother Twilight has a death calamity, how can I sit idly by, but if there is no strong cultivation, everything is just empty talk, I am the son of the carrier of the Dongyi clan, and I have accepted the grand fortune of this tribe, how can I not fight. ”

The desolate look actually appeared in a young man who was just the right age, if people saw it, they would be embarrassed, at this time, Cheng Yun's words were like the old man's vicissitudes.

"It's just that I don't regret it, stepping into the path of cultivation with constant disputes, I don't regret it, the tribe has a great kindness to me, I can't repay it, I can only lead the tribe on the road of rejuvenation with strong cultivation; The desolate look slowly disappeared on Cheng Yun's face, replaced by a kind of firmness.

"When I was young, it was my clansmen who paid for me, and now that I am an adult, I can also pay for my clansmen in my own way, this is my responsibility, and it is also my life that I can't escape. ”

Cheng Yun lifted the wine jar and swept away the liquor in it, and he gradually became unconscious, as if he was intoxicated and drowsy.

"Xiao Long's wine is really a good thing, as soon as you drink it, you forget everything"

"If I have Abba and Grandma, if I am not"

"Brother Dusk, Mo Fei, Xiao Long"

In a daze, Cheng Yun's mouth was muttering vague words, he did not deliberately remove the wine, but let the wine play its role, and let himself get completely drunk.

Now the one who has fallen asleep is Cheng Yun, who sighs like a dream, and after opening his eyes and waking up tomorrow, he will still be the Tianjiao of the tribe and the son of the carrier of the Dongyi tribe.

Before Cheng Yun fell asleep, the last trace of his consciousness somehow remembered the ancestral teachings of his ancestors.

Life is like a dream, life and death are just waiting for leisure, and the prosperity is just a mirror.

"Floating like a dream, floating like a dream, like a dream"

(This is the last chapter of the first volume.,Starting tomorrow.,It's the second volume.,It's also the beginning of the protagonist's path to leave the clan.,Cultivation)