Once upon a time, there were many unknowable places, and in those unknowable places, there were many unknowable people.

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In the distance of the twilight wasteland, a fireball hung in the distance, and the red light it emitted spread slowly but surely like a huge flame. The nascent moss of the fields was smeared like burn scars after the snow had melted, and there was silence all around, except for the occasional hawk chirping from above and the distant sound of yellow sheep jumping.

Three people appeared in the open field, and they gathered under a small tree that was rare in the wasteland, and they did not open their mouths to say hello, and bowed their heads at the same time with a tacit understanding, as if there was something very interesting under the tree that was worth studying and thinking about.

There were piles of bubbles under the tree, and these bubbles were tightly fought around the light brown roots of the exposed cold earth, perhaps because it was difficult to find a second one in this wasteland with such a perfect home as the roots, so the battle was fierce, and after a while, some bubbles penetrated into the trunk, and the small tree seemed to grow a little as the moment the bubbles entered. In the process of getting closer to the roots of the tree, some bubbles are merged by other bubbles, making the other bubbles bigger and brighter.

The bubbles continue to merge into the roots, disappear, and engulf. It's like a battlefield, these bubbles are soldiers with life, and the battle seems to be bloody and tragic, but in reality these bubbles are just a tiny speck in this wasteland.

The weather was still very cold, and the three of them under the tree didn't wear many clothes, and they didn't seem to be very afraid of the cold, so they looked at it intently, and one of them whispered: "Worldly dust, how is the avenue?"

The man who spoke was young-eyed, thin, and still a teenager, wearing a thin moon-white collarless shirt, carrying a thin unsheathed wooden sword behind his back, a gourd hanging from his waist, and his black hair delicately combed into a bun, with a wooden fork running through it—a wooden fork that seemed to fall at any moment, but it was as unshakable as a green pine growing on a mountain.

"I have traveled through the world, and I have seen countless bubbles burst, ants can shake elephants, and a speck of dust can light up the world, break through barriers, and come to this world. ”

It was a young monk who said this, dressed in a tattered kapok robe, and the new stubble on his head was blue and black and sharp, as sure as resolute as the smell of his countenance and words.

"Flying ants will eventually fall, and they will never touch the real sky. ”

If you keep thinking like this, you will never be able to understand what the path mind is. ”

The young monk closed his eyes slightly, looked at the bubbles that were rushing forward under his feet, and said, "I don't know when this World Tree will recover, and I don't know how much world nourishment it needs to re-establish in this world. ”

After saying this, he was silent for a while, then looked at the young man with the wooden sword on his back and said, "You know, you are not the only genius in this world. ”

He picked up a bubble at random, looked at it and said, "This world is like an insignificant speck of dust in our eyes, but many geniuses are born in such a world. ”

The young man of the wooden sword raised his eyebrows and replied sarcastically: "I have never understood how a guy like you, who can't be unruly, has the qualifications to cultivate to our realm, and it is a kind of sorrow for me to be on the same level as you." ”

The young monk did not respond to his provocation, looked at the bubble in his hand and said, "Although the ant is small, it can shake the elephant." Ants can fly and fall, but they are firm and persistent, industrious and not afraid of sacrifice, as long as they are steadfast, then one day, one of them will be able to touch the real sky. ”

There was a sharp cry of an eagle in the twilight of the sky, and it seemed very panicked and frightened, I don't know if it was the fear of the three strange people under the tree, or the non-existent ant that went straight into the sky, or something else.

"I was scared. ”

The young man with the wooden sword on his back suddenly spoke, his thin shoulders shrinking in.

The young monk nodded in agreement, though the expression on his face remained calm and resolute.

The young man beside them was sturdy, wrapped in clothes like animal skins, his legs standing as hard as stone, and his muscles could be clearly seen under the rough skin. The boy remained silent and didn't say a word, but the small dots on his skin finally revealed his true feelings at this time.

The three young people under the tree came from three mysterious places in the world, and they walked in the world on the orders of their masters, as dazzling as three stars across the world, but today they came to this wasteland, came to this small tree, even they felt an irresistible fear.

The eagle is not afraid of ants, in its eyes the ants are just black spots. Ants are not afraid of eagles because they are not even qualified to be hawk's beak food. There is not even a powerful creature like an eagle in their world, which cannot be seen or touched.

However, for thousands of years, a few of the mavericks who believe that the ant colony is always so maverick decided to temporarily turn their gaze away from the rotten leaves and rotten shells to look at the blue sky, and then their world will be different.

Because of seeing, so fear.

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The three young men under the tree raised their heads and looked at a shallow ditch on the ground for tens of meters. The shallow ditch is naturally not deep, and there is nothing in it except black, which is particularly clear on the mottled surface of the wasteland.

This ditch suddenly appeared two hours ago, and suddenly it reached the sky, as if it had been cleaved by an invisible giant ghost with an axe, as if it had been drawn by a god!

The young man with the wooden sword on his back stared at the black line and said, "I always thought that the destruction of the world was just a legend, and the world tree has always been nourished by the world. ”

"There are fewer and fewer new worlds, and the world tree is shrinking all the time. This wasteland has been expanding and invading the entire world. ”

"I don't believe it. The young man with the wooden sword on his back said expressionlessly: "It's just a legend, and the legend also says that there are saints every thousand years, but in the past few thousand years, who has really seen a saint?"

"If you really don't believe it, why don't you dare to cross that black line?"

No one dared to cross that black line, that shallow ditch, not even the proud and powerful ones.

The young man with the wooden sword on his back looked up at the sky and asked, "Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi is a cycle, it gradually leaves, leaves farther and farther, and returns to a certain extent. All things return to the Word. How is it possible to dissipate and thus cause fewer and fewer new worlds?"

At this time, most of the sunset had sunk into the ground, and the night was pouring in from all directions, and the temperature in the wasteland dropped sharply, and a palpitating atmosphere began to envelop the whole world.

"The current state of the World Tree, what can you do?" the young man in animal skins broke the silence, his voice low and rough for his age, humming and vibrating like a river tumbling, like a rusty sword grinding against a hard stone.

With that, he left.

The way the fur boy left was very special - flames suddenly burst out from his two hard and thick bare legs, turning a red color, and the howling wind made the gravel on the ground roll rapidly, as if an invisible force grabbed his neck and lifted it fiercely, his body jumped more than ten meters into the air, and then stepped on the flames and flew away.

"I only know that his surname is Tang, and I don't know what his full name is. ”

The young man with the wooden sword on his back said thoughtfully: "If you meet him at another time and place, only one person between me and him will survive, and the apprentice is so powerful, I don't know how strong his master is...... I heard that his master has been practicing meditation all these years, I wonder if he will become a Buddhist in the future?"

There was silence around him, no one answered, and he looked back with some confusion.

I saw that the monk's eyes were closed, his eyelids fluttered rapidly, as if he was thinking about some disturbing question, in fact, the young monk had been in this strange state ever since the beast-skinned boy told him about the current state of the World Tree.

Sensing the gaze of his gaze, the young monk slowly opened his eyes and grinned, the original perseverance and calm in his smile had turned into compassion from nowhere, and he opened his palm holding the bubble and sighed at the bubble.

The bubble began to drift away with the wind, over the shallow black ditch, and I don't know where it would go.

The wooden sword boy frowned.

The young monk slowly removed the rosary from his wrist, hung it solemnly around his neck, and then walked away, his steps heavy and steady, seemingly slow, but in an instant his figure was about to disappear into the distance.

There was no one else under the tree, and all the emotions on the face of the wooden sword boy faded, leaving only absolute calm, or absolute indifference, and he looked at the bubble that kept drifting to the north, like dust gradually dissipating in front of his eyes.

However, the three of them didn't know that at the end of the black ravine where they didn't dare to take a step, near a small pond in the direction of a black mountain forest, there had been a person sitting in a black shirt, and the aura on his body looked extremely strong.

The black-shirted man didn't seem to feel the power and majesty of the black ravine, and he held a pitch-black knife in his left hand, and the face of the knife was black.

He watched as the bubbles opened his mouth and swallowed into his stomach, burping. It seems that the meaning is not enough.

It wasn't until the three of them left, and it wasn't until the black ravine in the wasteland was gradually flattened by the wind and sand that the black-shirted swordsman stood up, looked at the small tree in the distance, and turned to leave.

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There is a long alley in the capital, with the residence of the general doctor in the east and the residence of General Xia Hou in the west. Like this kind of top-notch powerful title, the official authority is profound, and the long alley is quiet on weekdays, but today it is long gone.

There was one person in front of General Xia Hou's mansion, one person kneeling, from early to now, it had been more than three hours, occasionally people walking in the alley would stop and watch, but no one showed other emotions, and none of them dared to speak, those who passed by in a hurry left quickly, with some frightened looks on their faces.

No one knew who the kneeling man was, but they thought that it was who offended General Xia Hou here.

But is it useful to ask for sin? Everyone in the world knows that there is only one way to offend Xia Hou, and that is to go to hell.

If Luo Fan was here, he would definitely recognize that this person was Xia Batian, the person who wanted to marry Li Yixue, the person who was seriously injured under his gun.

He arrived at the capital city of Xiahoufu.

There was a high mountain in the middle of the capital, half of the peaks were hidden in the clouds, and between the cliffs facing the west of the back mountain, a figure was slowly ascending, this man was extremely tall on his back, wearing a black smock over his single coat, and carrying a spear in his hand.

Shaking in the wind to the outside of a cave, the tall man sat down, looked at the capital in the distance, took out a tattered book from his arms, and flipped through it.

This book is the Taishang induction chapter that can be seen everywhere.

Perhaps it was the arrangement of fate, Xia Batian and Luo Fan each came to the capital for their own reasons.