It's been almost half a year since the end of the last book, and the second book has not been opened for a long time, firstly because there are some trivial matters, and secondly, the new book needs to be prepared.

For creation, Yuyue has great enthusiasm and desire. "The Ring of Reincarnation" has had glories and valleys, but they have all become a thing of the past, and the new book "Why the Right Way" has a more compact plot and more rigorous foreshadowing on the basis of reincarnation, which will definitely bring you a better sense of reading.

Not much to say, "What is the Right Way" is officially opened.

Chapter 1: Dreams

The mountains, the scorching sun, and the lush green trees are beautiful, but the beauty is prohibitive, because only the birdsong that glides through the sky and the roar of the beasts in the depths of the jungle confirm the existence of life.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoo......" The water is turbulent.

A river with no source in sight lies like a young dragon lying in the mountains, and the half-meter-long dead branch falls to the surface of the water, and is washed away without a trace in the blink of an eye, as if swallowed by a flood beast.

"Ah.......h

A strenuous roar broke the monotonous melody of the mountains and sent a flock of nearby birds flying.

Following the sound, a teenager was desperately going upstream, his wet hair covering his face almost completely, but there was no trace of giving up in those blood-red eyes, not only a trace of giving up, but also a hideous reluctance to accept fate.

The boy slid his hands and feet desperately, splashing layers of water, but unfortunately the splash was instantly carried away by the torrent, and no matter how hard he used to eat, he couldn't stop it from drifting backwards slowly. The waterfall behind him was getting closer and closer, as if something in the river was pulling the boy off the cliff of death little by little.

Knowing that he could not withstand the rapids, the boy reoriented, squeezed the last of his strength, and tried to swim towards the shore, where many thick branches hung from the river.

Finally, less than ten meters from the cliff, the boy hugged a tree pole that went deep into the river.

Holding on to the life-saving straw with both hands, his body was swept horizontally by the torrent, and the young man's heart, which was beating wildly on the edge of life and death, finally calmed down a little.

After a few breaths of relief, the young man did not dare to linger, and with a hard tug of his hands, he tried to pull himself towards the shore.

"Click!"

The crisp click sound was like a thunderbolt from the sky, and the young man looked up in horror, and the thigh-thick branches were breaking little by little, and after a moment they were completely broken in his infinitely dilated pupils.

The broken wood was washed off the cliff in an instant, and the boy was washed down with it......

"Ah.......h

The screams of fear broke the silence of the night, and the moonlight pierced through the crack in the window, and a boy of seventeen or eighteen sat up from his bed violently.

The boy's eyes were glazed, his chest rose and fell violently, and cold sweat slid down his cheeks and dripped down his chin.

At this moment, the next room lit up, and the light was getting closer and closer to the crack in the door, and when the door was gently pushed open, an old man in his fifties walked in.

"Wu Feng!" The old man lit the kerosene lamp in the room, blew out his own at the same time, and while lifting the coat that was about to be washed white on his shoulders, he quickly walked to the bedside, and when the sagging old eyes saw the frightened young man, the worry was even stronger.

Wu Feng glanced sideways slightly, and saw that the person who came was an old man, and the fright on his face eased slightly.

"Uncle Zhang Long!" Wu Feng took a deep breath, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and forced a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Sitting down at the head of the bed, Zhang Long reached out and stroked Wu Feng's head, trying to calm him down, although the skin on the back of his hand could not withstand the erosion of the years and had long been relaxed, but if you look closely, you will find that it is a hand full of strength, because the joints of the five fingers are covered with frictional calluses.

"Nightmares again?" Zhang Long asked with concern.

As the captain of the hunting detachment, the oldest captain of the Li family, Zhang Long is not smiling on weekdays, even if he meets the venerable in the family, he is neither humble nor arrogant, and Wu Feng may be the only one who can arouse the tenderness of this tough guy.

Nodding, Wu Feng smiled helplessly, in this small town, in this Li family, Zhang Long is his only relative, and it was Zhang Long who picked him up from the wilderness. As for where he came from and what he experienced, Wu Feng's memory was blank, and the only information in his mind was a nightmare that was repeated over and over again.

"Dreams are born from the heart, don't think too much, everything has its fate. Looking at the handsome face reflected by the kerosene lamp, Zhang Long nodded slowly helplessly, and he couldn't understand why Wu Feng often had nightmares.

His heartbeat calmed down a lot, and Wu Feng nodded with a smile, "Uncle Zhang Long, don't worry, I'm fine!"

"Well, just rest if it's okay, tomorrow it's time to get the hunting task again, you take those guys to practice in the morning, and I'll get the task." Zhang Long stood up, and saw Wu Feng's pale face recovering little by little, and his frowning brows relaxed, it has been more than three years since he rescued Wu Feng, and the latter has not disappointed him, and has become the vice captain of this hunting detachment.

Wu Feng nodded, and it wasn't until Zhang Long's slightly hunched back disappeared into the door that the corners of his mouth turned back to a serious appearance.

A gust of evening breeze squeezed through the cracks in the windows, and the kerosene lamps that could not help but flutter back and forth.

Dreams are not an uncommon thing, everyone dreams, but Wu Feng has nightmares, and even worse is the same nightmare.

Wu Feng stepped out of bed and sat at the table, his two swarthy pupils reflecting the core of fire, and fell into deep thought.

"This month is already the sixth time!" After a while, Wu Feng muttered solemnly to himself, picked up the water glass and drank it all, his thirsty throat was dry for a long time, which relieved the pressure in his heart a little.

The stiff body suddenly moved, and Wu Feng rushed to the head of the bed with a brisk step, and took out an iron weapon from under the pillow. The reason why it is said to be iron is because it is not easy to classify it. Rusty, the size of a dagger, but it looks like a knife, and although it looks like a knife, it doesn't have a sharp blade, and I'm afraid it's difficult to cut watermelon.

Sitting back at the table quickly, Wu Feng carefully observed the iron under the kerosene lamp, of course, this is not the first time.

After a long time, a slight wry smile came out from the corner of his mouth, Wu Feng threw the iron weapon on the table, shook his head and laughed at himself, "The first repeated dream made me find you, and now this second dream wants me to find death?!"

Knowing nothing in his previous life and present life, Wu Feng's memory seemed to only start when Zhang Long rescued him. A year ago. Wu Feng often dreamed of a black cave, at first he was just a little puzzled and curious, until he really found this cave during a hunt, and this iron tool was found there, at first he thought that God had guided him to find the treasure, but after several studies, it was a pile of scrap iron.

After that, Wu Feng knew that his dream was a little strange, as if he could guide him in the dark. Although Wu Feng was a little disappointed in the first dream, he didn't have to worry about his life, and now after a year, the second dream appeared, but it was for him to go to death, which ......

"Damn, whoever loves to go, who goes!" glared at the "innocent" iron weapon fiercely, Wu Feng couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth, not to mention where the place in the dream is, even if he finds it, he will kill himself?

No longer entangled in the dream, Wu Feng was in a much better mood, turned around and prepared to sleep back, but after hesitating for a while, he still put the iron on the table back under the pillow.

......

The dream did not appear again, the first rays of sunlight sprinkled on the handsome face through the window crack, Wu Feng slowly opened his eyes, stretched out comfortably, and after three years, he had become accustomed to this kind of law.

After washing, Wu Feng walked out of the room, he was in the same room with Zhang Long, but the room was different, at this time Zhang Long's bed was only left with residual warmth, obviously he had gone to receive the hunting task.

Pushing open the door, the fragrant air made Wu Feng couldn't help but take a few deep breaths, however, when he saw that the small dirt yard in front of him was empty except for the overnight fallen leaves and the guys who were practicing, he couldn't help frowning.

"These lazy people!" Wu Feng scolded secretly.

The Li family is the largest wealthy man in He'an Town, mainly selling animal skins and herbs, in addition to the leadership of the family, the backbone is more than a dozen hunting detachments, Wu Feng and Zhang Long's detachment is one of them.

Although He'an Town is located on the border, the rivers and lakes will not disappear because of these objective reasons, and there are rivers and lakes where there are people. More than a dozen hunting detachments have long been accustomed to fighting openly and secretly, and intrigue has long been accustomed to Stone, and Wu Feng's detachment has long been forced to disband or be swallowed up by other detachments if it weren't for the leadership taking into account the face of Zhang Long, an old pole. The reason for the decline is not only that Zhang Long is old, but also that the team members can't support the wall in mud.

The sound of other hunting detachments training had already sounded in his ears, Wu Feng walked to the middle of the courtyard, looked at the closed doors, frowned lightly, and was angry.

"Get out of here in ten breaths!"

The breeze blew and shook the clothes, although a little shabby but very clean, Wu Feng stood in the middle of the courtyard, his innate aura was quite powerful, and the rebuke of hating iron and steel had not completely fallen, and more than a dozen figures rushed out of their respective rooms in rags.

The two people running in front are tall and short, the tall one is called Li Da, and he buttoned his shirt in a panic while running, and the short one is called He Kui, because the pants are not yet neat, so he is half a step slower than Li Da. These two are the backbone of the hunting detachment.

"Vice captain, my brothers drank too much last night, so I got up late!" Finally tidying up his clothes, Li Da looked at Wu Feng with a serious face and smiled with no skin and no face.

Wu Feng didn't pay attention to it head-on, turned around and walked to an earthen platform in the middle of the courtyard, only half a meter high, but it was a status symbol, and Zhang Long stood on it during the exercises on weekdays.

"Five hundred pounds of stone piers, each person pushed a hundred times. Wu Feng pointed to the base of the wall, where there were five or six large moss-covered stones, which were too heavy and had sunk into the dirt floor.

Judging from the position of the stone pier and the moss on the surface, these guys rarely use anything, plus everyone has a hangover, and their legs are still weak, let alone a hundred times, they can't lift it ten times.

"Vice Captain, what about Captain Zhang Long?" He Kui is not only short and fat, but only a pair of small eyes are particularly clever, they are all veterans who have followed Zhang Long in and out of life and death, and they want to seek refuge at this time, but then the conversation changed sharply, and said: "Oh, look at my memory, today is the day to receive the task, where else can Captain Zhang Long go! ”

"That is, I heard that this mission is extraordinary, the little young master is about to have a coming-of-age ceremony, and he needs the blood of the spirit deer to open his soul power, and even the blood head of Luofeng City will send someone to come when the time comes, once the little boy successfully opens his soul power, he can be recruited into the blood master on the spot, hey......" Li Da took over the topic and gushed endlessly, and he was even excited, but it was a pity that a basin of cold water fell from the sky.

"What do you mean is that one person can ascend to heaven if he attains the Dao? Whether or not someone can open his soul power has something to do with you? Whether or not someone joins the blood head has something to do with you? Five hundred catties of stone piers, you come first!" Wu Feng said angrily.

Soul power is the only worship in this continent, and once you open soul power, you can become a soul person. The levels of soul people are Soul Master, Soul Master, Soul General, Soul King, Soul Emperor, Soul Venerable, and Soul Emperor, and each level is divided into five small levels.

Although soul power is everyone's lifelong pursuit, not everyone is qualified to become a soul person. In a barbaric place like He'an Town, a one-star soul warrior is an invincible existence, and a person like Zhang Long is just a martial artist to put it bluntly, and of course, Wu Feng is also among them.

Li Da glanced at his mouth, knowing that Wu Feng was more serious, it seemed that today's pain was indispensable, and after sighing, he walked slowly towards the stone pier.

Suddenly, Li Da's footsteps stopped. Not only Li Da, but also Wu Feng and everyone else also stared at the outer door of the courtyard, because the sound of running stopped outside the door.