The world is vast, and the earth often spreads the saying of the immortals who fly to the sky and the earth, and there are all kinds of things in the world, but no one has ever seen this mystery.

The sky of the Ten Thousand Demon City was clear, and the roar of the demons under the Spirit Devouring Abyss shook thousands of miles.

"What has this old fox done recently?"

In the ancient hall, the candle flame was swaying, and a peerless and bewitching woman was half-lying on the first seat, at this time she frowned slightly, closed her eyes and said softly.

"Returning to the Holy Venerable, there is no movement on the Nanling side, but the place where the evil dragon is imprisoned has been shaking frequently recently, and the landslides and ground cracks are continuous, I don't know why"

The woman on the incense couch stirred up the little hair scattered between her eyebrows when she heard the words, her eyes slowly opened, looking into the distance, and she murmured "Xianlin" inaudibly for a long time

The day of immortal advent is here again, and the past is still vivid, but these 30,000 years are like a white horse passing through a gap, and it has come in the blink of an eye...

The world is about to change again...

The sky was overcast and foggy, as if the next moment it would be pouring rain. In the distance, the mountains and mountains are in the distance, and this is the South Ridge of Cangyun Prefecture.

The mountainside can vaguely see the toiling tea farmers under the mist, and the 100,000 mountains in Nanling also have legends of demons devouring people, but in the eyes of the simple mountain people, it is just a little talk after dinner.

As the sky darkened, the tea farmers went home one after another.

The rivers also rushed with everyone, as if the fatigue of the day's work had been swept away.

The dim light of the oil lamps gradually lit up in the earthen house in the distance also brought a touch of brightness to the dim sky.

All the way home, it seems not far away, but in fact, the sky is already dark.

"Ahem..."There was a cough from the dim earthen house, and Jiang He hurriedly lit the lamp.

With the dim candlelight, the appearance of the boy gradually became clear.

He was dressed in a scarlet robe, and the sackcloth inside was so shabby that it seemed that he could not wash it again.

Wearing straw sandals under his feet, his face was dark, and his long-term nutritional deficiencies caused the twelve-year-old boy to look like a child under the age of ten.

Jiang He hurriedly went to the back room and looked at the old man who was getting thinner and thinner, with tears in his eyes.

"Grandpa, I have been paid a lot of money with Uncle Tie these days, and I will soon be able to go to the town to buy you live silt."

Then he went to knead the old man's arms and chest, trying to ease the old man's pain.

"Good boy, cough... I'm old, you don't have to work so hard, you still have a young salary to learn some carpentry work with Uncle Wang, and it's better to live."

The old man looked at the emaciated river, and his eyes showed relief.

The child's parents died young, and they were raised by themselves since they were young.

Half a year ago, I went up the mountain to chop firewood, and accidentally fell down the ravine, and I saw that it was not good.

But when I thought that the child was so young, I was still in tears, and I blamed myself very much.

Blaming himself that he should live longer, so that he could be an adult, and between the words, the cough got a little worse.

Jiang He went to the stove to light the fire very obediently and picked up a few wild vegetables.

I gritted my teeth and sharpened two potatoes, and the basket was already empty.

Tomorrow morning, I have to go to the mountains to find wild vegetables, and I have eaten such a luxury thing as rice, which Jiang He has eaten during the New Year's Festival last year.

While pondering, Jiang He looked at the swaying firewood and gradually became distracted.

Outside the door, the dim sky was also raining heavily, with a slight chill, and the fine smoke from the chimney of the tsuchiya and the cold mountain rain were intertwined, like a scroll of pictures

After a night without words, Jiang He got up at dawn to wash, and with the wages he received yesterday, he was ready to get up early and go to Wuzhen at the bottom of the mountain to buy some medicinal herbs.

Grandpa's illness can't be delayed any longer.

The young man shook his body, put on his undried robe, and walked down the mountain in the dark.

Looking back at the Tsuchiya, I also felt that the chill of late autumn was not so biting.

It's a rugged mountain road with mud from last night's heavy rain.

Jianghe's straw sandals sank into the mud step by step, and his small body was so firm.

The whistling sound in the woods, the mountain wind was cold, and there seemed to be a demon whistling.

Jiang He is also a young man, and while he is afraid, he also remembers the usual jokes of the mountain people.

"Our Mao'er Mountain, although it is on the edge of the South Ridge, there are also big demons wreaking havoc, I heard that it is a big snake spirit, specializing in eating the hearts and livers of children and the elderly, haha small rivers, are you afraid."

Thinking back to these words in my mind, I usually don't feel suspicious, but now the mountain wind is howling, and there seems to be a demonic spirit.

So Jiang He unconsciously quickened his pace, and actually trotted all the way down the mountain.

The fog was still filled, and when the sky was slightly bright, the river had already come to the entrance of the town.

The pharmacy has not yet opened, and the short street is only open with buns in twos and threes.

Jiang He's legs and feet were cold, his mouth was thirsty, he looked at the hot buns, and swallowed his saliva.

Shaking his head, Jiang He leaned against the door panel of the pharmacy and closed his eyes to rest.

A bun costs two cents, and ten cents is enough to buy a bag to live blood.

After thinking about it, he fell asleep against the cold door.

I don't know how long it took, but I suddenly heard a commotion outside the door.

"Where are you poor and begging for food, hurry up."

Jiang He's ears sounded a bitter noise, and he was also kicked in the leg, and he suddenly fell asleep and hurriedly got up.

Rubbing his eyes, he saw that it was the guy from the pharmacy who opened the door.

At this time, the sky was also bright, and when the guy leaned against the door panel, Jiang He wanted to enter the door.

"Hey, why do you say that you're called Hanako, where are you going?"

Jiang He's arm was vigorously dragged out, and he couldn't struggle, so he had to shout.

"I'm here to buy medicine, let go"

The guy didn't loosen his strength at hand, and said harshly.

"You little Hanako also buy medicine, you have money, you"

Jiang He was suddenly in a hurry, after all, he was a child of a poor ravine, and he was also timid.

struggling to take out the purse on his waist, more than a dozen coins suddenly spilled all over the ground.

Because of the noise here, it also attracted a lot of people on the street, and everyone looked at this pharmacy.

After all, the guy is also a subordinate, and when he sees that this little begging for food is really rich, he is afraid that the matter will be blamed by the shopkeeper.

put down the river, and at the same time patted the ash on his hands, with a look of disgust.

"You buy medicine, right, you have to queue up, there are a lot of people who have an appointment today, you have to take a picture of seventy or eighty people and hurry up to stay by the door."

After all, Jiang He was young, and he didn't doubt him, thinking that there were really people queuing, so he waited by the door.

Seeing that some people were buying medicine one after another, I counted silently in my heart to see when I would be in line.

A young man in the mountains, with a simple heart, sees the sun passing noon.

Jiang He saw that it was almost there, so he came to the cabinet and asked

"Get me a packet of blood powder and live weed"

The guy raised his eyebrows and said, "Live blood scatter 15 wen a pack, live silt 10 wen a plant, hurry up"

He knew in his heart that this little man was only a dozen yuan, so he raised the price, and the shopkeeper was not there anyway

Even if he is here, who doesn't like to do things that can make more money?

Anyway, this little beggar doesn't know which ravine, what can be done to help him.

Jiang He was immediately anxious when he heard the guy's words.

"Uncle Tie said that the blood is scattered, and it is only 6 wen for a pack of live silt, why are you so expensive?"

When the guy heard this, he immediately joked.

"Love to buy or not, the price is like this, Tong Su is not deceived"

After speaking, he smiled proudly, Jiang He had no idea in a hurry, so he had to take a bag of live blood powder, turn around and leave.

The guy smiled and said, "Slow down."

Seeing that this little man had gone away, the guy was inevitably full of pride

Today, with the extra money, I can buy some food for my daughter at home, and I can't help but feel a little happy in my heart.

The world is like this, just like a teenager, and these few beings seem to be struggling to move forward in this mud

Jiang He trotted all the way, thinking that his grandfather's illness could be cured, and he felt a burst of joy in his heart for no reason

The young man is simple-hearted, and he is not angry at all for the trouble of the pharmacy guy just now.

In the distance, the fishy wind gusted on Mao'er Mountain, and there seemed to be a big demon circling for a while, and the forest seemed to be rolling demonic

In front of the calm mountain village, there was a "hissing" sound

Listening closely, it was like a snake swallowing a letter, and the fog in the distance hit, and for a while it was like a dark night, and a bloody killing quietly came invisibly...