This was the time when Gao Yishui came to the village.

An ecstasy rushed into his heart almost like a flood bursting its banks, and he almost forgot everything and strode towards the courtyard, calling out to the master at the same time.

But the master had his eyes half-closed, the breeze was blowing on his quiet face, and one of his hands was beating on the table with the sound of Gao Yishui's piano, and he sang in a slightly hoarse voice: "The sorrow of the times and the customs are urgent, and I am willing to travel lightly and far away......"

Qin Ke didn't touch him.

Because he crashed into an eternal darkness.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw several vultures, as if he did not expect him to wake up, and after a loud flapping of wings, the vultures flew in groups to the dry treetops, staring at him with cold eyes.

It's just that Qin Ke's attention has long been off these greedy vultures, everywhere he looks, there are people, but not as bustling as the street market, but in rags, the old people are on dry branches, the women are carrying burdens, holding children, and the middle-aged men have the heaviest burden, some are carried with flat shoulders, and some are worn out carts.

But one thing was the same, and that was that the expressions on their faces were so sad and numb that they were almost dissipated.

It was a barren road, stretching for an unknown number of miles, as far as the eye could see, surging with groups of people, and from time to time a sergeant on a war horse would whizz all the way, but he didn't even look at those people, but disappeared on the other side of the road in the blink of an eye.

There are men who have fallen.

There was a woman holding a man and crying sadly.

The child cried loudly, but did not shed tears because of the prolonged hunger.

The old man looked at the woman who was crying with her husband in her arms, silently took off the root of the tree that was about to be stuffed into her mouth, and stuffed it into the hand of the crying child without saying a word, then turned her head and walked towards the opposite place of the crowd, leaving only a lonely back.

Many have fallen, while many more are moving on.

"It's ......"

Qin Ke remembered this.

Even after many years, that scene has not been forgotten at all, and even because of the deep impression, it has already been carved into the bone marrow, and once it is involved, it is as painful as cutting the skin.

From the end of the road came a family of three.

"Mother, how long are we going to go?" The child was as thin as a cat, and the clothes he was wearing had already become shabby and dirty during the long journey, and his little face was covered with a lot of mud, and his lips were already chapped with a lot of white dead skin.

The family had already run out of food, and had lived a few months of half-starvation, and although my father had been in good health before, he had dug up some roots and bark before many people, but those things were so dry that they were difficult to swallow, and they finally ground them into powder and barely poured them into their throats.

Later, even the roots and bark of the trees had become scarce, and the family could only move forward.

Because in this wasteland, the only rule is to move forward.

In fact, they were originally a family of four.

Those who are too weak to resist fate can only stay in the wasteland forever, become a pile of dry bones, or in a more ruthless way, turn into some kind of unbearable energy, put it on the body, and carry the weight.

"It's coming. The mother's lips were also chapped, and it was difficult for her thin cheeks to even squeeze out a bleak smile, but she still insisted on holding the child's hand, "Little Bean, if you insist on it, you will soon have a nest to eat." ”

Hearing the word wotou, the child nodded vigorously, as if thinking of the taste of food, a little saliva grew in his dry and bitter mouth, and his throat was moistened a lot.

But how far is this vast wasteland? Where are they going? It is said that all the way to the south, there is no drought there, there is a good harvest everywhere, and the fertile fields are so far as to see...... The child listened all the way, but wondered if he would have the opportunity to see it with his own eyes.

For young children, their father and mother are their only support, so he nodded obediently and brought most of his body close to his mother's side, as if this would give him more security.

Qin Ke's steps stopped, and he had already walked in front of the family of three.

The child seemed to sense Qin Kezhi's stunned gaze, and raised his head to glance at him.

The two looked at each other in the air.

The child suddenly laughed: "You're here?"

"I ......" Qin Ke didn't understand what was going on, but he nodded subconsciously with a stiff expression, "I'm here......"

The child's face gradually distorted and dimmed, everything around him became illusory, and there seemed to be thousands of people gathered around him, squirming and not knowing what to say or do.

Qin Ke ran forward in a panic, as if running on the boundless wasteland, the sky was low and gloomy, and only a little candle-like light shone from the end of the wasteland.

The point of light grew brighter and brighter, until he could not open his eyes, he stopped, and felt his body tremble inexplicably, and after a moment of agitation, he saw a pale face, and he no longer stood, but lay down beside a woman.

The woman's lips closed as if to say something, and Qin Ke watched in a daze as a stream of scarlet liquid was hot like magma, constantly penetrating the placket of his clothes.

He was momentarily at a loss, his whole body seemed to be engulfed by a powerful and invisible force, and he could not even let out an exclamation.

The voice is clear.

The mother's eyes were full of grievance, but also worried, and the father's roar echoed not far away, this was probably the first time that this honest farmer had roared like this in this life, like an angry lion, but he didn't know who he was aiming for, or against this wasteland.

"Little Bean, let's go......" Qin Ke finally heard clearly, but he was still trembling and wanted to touch the pale cheek, but the woman's expression froze, the worry in her eyes had not yet dissipated, and her pupils had already been dyed with a layer of dull gray.

He could also see the blood on his clothes—the hot red liquid that was pouring out of his mother's body.

Qin Ke tried his best to block the blood mouth, but his young palm couldn't block the blood fountain at all, he panicked, and beads of sweat and tears rolled down uncontrollably.

Suddenly, a big hand grabbed his shoulder violently, and the huge force threw him out of his mother's arms, and he rolled several times, and the three pieces of dough in Qin Ke's arms were dipped in blood and scattered on the ground.

The faint voices beside him rushed into Qin Ke's ears together, shaking his entire braincase.

"Damn, a little bunny dares to steal your grandfather's stuff and kill him!" the rude voice came from a stout man, his arms still thick and powerful under his ragged clothes.

Around the man, four or five men of different heights, shortnesses, fatness, and thinness stood apart, all of them slashing at the wooden sticks held up in his father's hands with their shiny knives with hideous faces.

The stick could not stop chopping and finally broke, and the father's thin body fell to his knees with this force, but at such a time, he still did not forget to shout at the child: "Run, run, keep walking, live!"

The child, whose face was covered with loess, struggled to get up from the ground, and when he saw the sturdy man walking towards him, his eyes were on his father again.

He seemed to have thought of it.

That's how he had run away so many years ago, the dull pain from the worn soles of his feet, the wind whistling in his ears and the dust in front of him making him almost unable to make out his direction, but he never stopped, only kept running forward.

What happened to my father? Could it be that they were killed by those people as well......

At this moment, there was only one thought left in his heart, run.

Just, why did he run?

Qin Ke gasped, his footsteps slowed down, and he had some doubts, and then these doubts turned into a tidal wave of turbulence, washing over his brain.

That's not right...... That's not right......

That's not right!

Qin Ke thought, all this is a dream, right? This is obviously the past in the depths of his memory, now he has grown up, he is already powerful, he has all kinds of stunts, he has qi and blood cultivation, he understands the art of Xunfeng, he can use the Seven Advance Sword - killing.

He could have turned everything around with that, couldn't he?

"That's not right. He stood on his feet, turned his head, and ran so far, but when he turned his head, he was back to square one, and his father was lying on the ground, rolling around to avoid the falling knife light, but his body was already scarred.

When he found that Qin Ke had turned back, he immediately exclaimed eagerly: "What are you going to do when you come back? Run! Keep running!"

Qin Ke chuckled lightly, and then rushed towards those people like crazy, touching his waist with one hand......

The Bodhisattva's sword is out, who is fighting?

It's just a group of mountain bandit bastards, a rabble with no cultivation......

It's just that he reached out to touch it, but it was empty.

Then he hit his head on the leg of the sturdy man and fell on his back.

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