Sunset sea of clouds, approaching dusk.

A man with an ordinary appearance as a passer-by, carrying a sword that was slightly rusty, but the blade was unusually sharp, walked alone on the ancient tea horse road to the city of Qixian.

The man's figure was tall and thin, dressed in shabby and simple linen clothes, wearing straw sandals, and his ordinary face had a pair of dead fish eyes, and he looked listless, very unmotivated.

This ordinary man with the appearance of a passerby, his name is Jian Wuji, and he is from Lingnan.

A rusty sword, a sackcloth, and a pair of straw sandals are the story of the first half of his life.

Lingnan, with its poor mountains and bad waters, is located on the southern border of the Tang Kingdom, where there is a miasma, countless monsters, and turmoil.

On the border with Lingnan, there lived a group of ferocious and murderous barbarians, and these barbarians were the cause of the turmoil in Lingnan.

Although they were neighbors of the Tang Kingdom, the barbarians were very bad, and they often swept across the border, robbing and killing the people of Lingnan.

The barbarians have thousands of tribes, and the number of people is naturally extremely large, and they claim to be tens of billions, although this is an exaggeration, but it also proves that the barbarians are numerous.

Because of the miasma and the perennial war, most of the Lingnan people who have a slight net worth have moved out, which has also led to the gradual decline of the population of Lingnan until it finally falls below one million.

The barbarian people are tall and burly, and they drink blood, and the literal meaning of "barbarian" is that they are vicious, rude, and unreasonable, and the nature of the barbarians is just like the word "barbarian" to explain.

The tall and thin Jian Wuji has a figure that is not like that of Lingnan people, because he lives in a smoky land all the year round, most of the Lingnan people are yellow and thin, and they are generally not tall.

The inhabitants of the barbarian tribes dreamed of crossing the Lingnan, touching the Central Plains of the Tang Kingdom, drinking the Yellow River, and lying on their sides on the green mountains and grasslands in the south of the splendid Jiangnan.

However, for so many years, they have not been able to get what they wanted.

And the people who resisted the murderous trillions of billions of barbarians were these short, weak, and thin people, less than a million Lingnan people.

The barbarians drink blood, and are ferocious and murderous.

But the blood of Lingnan men is even better, they are the bravest soldiers on the battlefield, they are fearless, they are not afraid of death.

No matter what kind of predicament Lingnan people face, they will never retreat, and they will never run away, even if they know that there is a dead end ahead, they will rush directly to fight to the last breath, leaving the last drop of blood.

This kind of bloody nature that is not afraid of death is because Lingnan people know that the more afraid of death, the faster they will die.

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When Jian Wuji was very young, he began to work.

That day, when he was nearly six years old, he went out to chop wood for breakfast and did not return home until dusk.

He carried the chopped firewood on his back and made the difficult way home.

But when he walked to the gate of the village, he only saw the earth with rivers of blood, and he hurried home, but he did not see his parents.

After some searching, he finally found a mountain of dead people piled up in the west of the village, and all the old and young in the village were all here.

The young child climbed the mountain of corpses and pulled out the bodies of his parents, covered in a wide hemp coat, covered with blood.

The sun had already set, and the child spent the night digging two graves for his deceased parents with his weak fingers.

After covering the remains of the parents with soil, the morning sun on the horizon just rose, and the child's ten fingers were already bloody and scarred.

Looking blankly at the warm sun rising on the horizon in the distance, the six-year-old child understood something.

From now on, no matter how many times this glorious sun rises and sets, I will never have parents again.

When he returned home, the child took down the rusty iron sword from the thatched hut and left the village alone.

......

Jian Wuji on the Ancient Tea Horse Road, looking up to the west, looking at the remnant sun in the sky, he recalled the afternoon many years ago.

That year, he was twelve years old, and he had grown from a six-year-old child to a teenager.

It was autumn, with fallen leaves, dead grass and dead grass, and everything was silent.

It was afternoon, he was very hungry, and he had not eaten anything for four days in a row.

Because winter is approaching, those grass roots that can fill the stomach have also disappeared.

But the young man laughed because he saw a wild vegetable that could be eaten.

This wild vegetable is known as "local vegetables" in Lingnan, and its appearance is very similar to that of shepherd's cabbage, which can be eaten raw, but because of its strong smell, Lingnan people prefer to use it as an ingredient.

But the wild vegetables picked by the young man at this time were not the kind of "local vegetables" he knew, although its appearance was very similar to the "local vegetables", but they were very different.

Moreover, this unknown wild vegetable also contains poison.

Since he was a child, he had been cutting wood in the mountains since he was a child, and he knew a lot of wild vegetables, and if he investigated them carefully, he would naturally be able to distinguish the difference between these wild vegetables and the "local vegetables".

However, the young man, whose eyes were already red from hunger, could not care so much at this time, so he pounced, grabbed the wild vegetables all over the ground, and devoured them desperately.

After eating all the unknown wild vegetables on the ground, the young man lay down on the ground contentedly, with green vegetable juice still in the corners of his mouth.

His head sank for some reason, and his stomach felt nauseous and wanted to vomit.

At this time, the boy realized that he might have eaten the wrong wild vegetables.

The groggy young man, thinking of his dark-skinned father, felt lonely in his heart, and he shook his head to expel this chaotic illusion.

The poison of this wild vegetable is very strong, and if the poison of the wild vegetable is allowed to continue to operate in his body, he may really die.

But the boy didn't want to die, because he still had a deep sea of blood to be unreported.

Therefore, he began to save himself, and the only cure he knew was bloodletting.

In a place like Lingnan, where there are poor mountains and bad waters, it is almost impossible to find Langzhong, so if the locals are sick and poisoned, their only treatment is bloodletting.

The young man still remembers that a young man in the village was seriously ill, and according to common sense, he should prepare for the young man's funeral, but the bloodletting therapy widely spread by the local people actually saved the young man's life.

The young man pulled out the iron sword from his waist, which had been sharpened many times, and he took the iron sword on his wrist, cut a cut, and looked at the blood flowing from his wrist, and the young man had to pray silently for a miracle.

Maybe it was the toxicity, or maybe it was the loss of qi and blood too much, although the young man tried his best to keep himself awake, but quietly, he still closed his eyes after all.

Or, it shouldn't be killed.

Or perhaps, God is unwilling to accept his rotten life.

The young man was full of excitement, and suddenly came to his senses, he raised his arm, looked at the arm full of blood, and breathed a sigh of relief, although his head was still a little dizzy, and his limbs had no strength......

But I seem to have survived.

Looking at the sunset, the young man showed a smile that would not die.

Father, I survived again......