Wuji City is a small city close to the broken river, the climate is strange, the climate is changeable all year round, and there are many strange people in this city. The Broken River flows eastward and flows into the East China Sea, and the water of the Broken River is not broken all year round, so it also retains the mysterious color of the primitive.

A broken river is a broken river, but it is not a broken water. Rather, the water source of this river has a rusty smell and a slightly bitter taste. There is a fierce man in Qianjia Village, who walks thousands of miles through the deep mountains, climbs over the mountains, holds a bone blade, starves and kills fierce beasts, and is thirsty for river water.

One day, when I came to the end of the Broken River, I saw a huge beast crawling on the surface of the river, with a breath as big as the stars, and its eyes were closed, and a rusty iron sword was hanging on its head, and a stream of water flowed down the sword.

The fierce man's face turned pale, and a ghostly light flashed across it, and he fell to the ground. When he opened his eyes, he was indeed very familiar with Qianjia Village in front of him, but his face was cold, and he knelt down to worship the riverside every day after that. Two weeks later, on the night of the full moon, he jumped into the river with bleeding eyes.

A few days, after a rainstorm, a floating corpse surfaced on the river, and people buried him, and there was a saying that the river god worshipped on the night of the full moon all year round.

It happened that when the moon was full this year, a woman cried with a child in her arms, looking at the moon like a disc and smiling, and then the blood moon came straight out, and a blood-red breath enveloped Qianjia Village, the head of Qianjia Village was white-haired, over 100 years old, proficient in fortune-telling, cut off his yang life, and ordered this son to be a thousand blood, because his eyes were cloudy, and he couldn't distinguish the sun and the moon.

Then the second generation of village chiefs was elected, drinking the river to get ghost eyes, can see through life and death, ghosts and gods do not invade Qianjia Village, perennial ruddy complexion, chanting poems by the river, dipping the river water and grinding ink.

The head of the ghost falls, and the blood stains the sky.

Nature Road North Road, Sky Walking Cloud Ladder.

The third-generation village chief is loyal by nature, but with a touch of murderous aura, he is a hunter, running in the mountains, getting a wolf tooth, hanging on his chest, and killing wild beasts with a knife, unmatched.

The fourth-generation village chief is this blood moon boy, who is full of smiles and takes care of the village name, but he is frail and sickly, and leads the village name to fight against the strange weather by the river all year round.

Anyway, one day, the sky was full of red clouds, and a meteor slipped down like a heavy stroke in the red sky. The old man's face was solemn, he sensed a terrible threat, and he struggled inside.

"It seems that there is no way to live on the side of the broken river, and we can't find that the natives who have lived for hundreds of years can't return to their roots, what does God want. ”

He sighed heavily. "To move here as soon as possible. ”

The white-bearded old man approached a big tree, and rang the bronze bell that he hadn't remembered for months, and with a snap, two, three clicks, the white-haired old man's face turned pale and highlighted a mouthful of blood.

"It's old, it's old, it's useless. He noticed that he was getting more tired and that he didn't have much time left.

No matter what everyone in the village was doing, they were stunned for a moment when they heard the faint sound of the bell, put down their work, and gathered at the place where the bell rang.

After a dozen breaths passed, hundreds of villagers gathered, and they all looked at the white-haired old man, and consciously began to discuss, and they all felt that there was an ominous omen.

The old man patted the clock face, and the crowd immediately quieted down, "Today, I gathered everyone to tell you something. ”

"I decided to move the whole village to Five Seasons City. The old man said that the whole village was talking about it.

"Why do you want to leave here, we have all been here for hundreds of years. "We can't bear it. ”

"Yes, yes", the villagers next to him should be in harmony.

"There is turmoil on the riverside, and the way of heaven is difficult to distinguish, so we can only survive with it. ”

The village chief is a leader in the whole village, and it was a generation of village chiefs who used fortune telling to determine whether the broken river was a blessing or a curse, and it was also a generation of village chiefs who single-handedly created a thousand villages.

The whole village was silent, "You all go home and pack up, and leave tomorrow at noon." The white-haired old man leaned on the tree and said with difficulty.

The sky darkened, and sighs came from all the homes. They all know that they can't return after leaving here for the rest of their lives, after all, they have indescribable feelings after living by the river for so long.

The white-haired man looked at standing in the house at this time, and there was a portrait of a generation of village chiefs hanging on the wall, looking a little similar to this white-haired old man, knock, there was a knock on the door, "Uncle, aunt asked me to bring you some food"

The young man's face was delicate, his eyes were full of the depth of the stars, his eyebrows were like swords, and the white-haired old man turned his head and smiled slightly, "Qiangu, come here, my uncle has something to tell you." ”

Qiangu put down the rice basket and walked to the white-haired old man, "Uncle gave you something." ”

As he spoke, the white-haired old man took out a pendant with wolf teeth from his chest, "This thing can ward off evil spirits, I will give it to you to keep you safe." ”

Qiangu was very shy, the village chief of Baihu directly hung this wolf tooth pendant on Qianxue's neck, he wanted to refuse, but the closer this wolf tooth got to him, the more warm it entangled, which made Qiangu feel a little more secure.

"I ......" Qianxue squeaked, unable to speak.

"Your parents died early, although you made me an uncle, you have eaten all the meals of a hundred families over the years, and you are also older. ”

"Tomorrow our village will be taken away, if you are nostalgic here, you can take some broken river water to take away, I don't know if I can come back after leaving this time." Qiangu nodded, he grew up by the broken river since he was a child, and he had an indescribable attachment, although Qiangu was extremely scared when he looked at the river, but he was also very attached.

After Qiangu left, the Baihu village chief took out a leaf sandwiched in a book, this leaf exuded a faint fragrance, the Baihu village chief showed a wry smile on his face, raised his head and ate it, and then sighed.

"Five generations, is it really the generation that perishes?"