Chen Guo, border, Muyan Village, is autumn.

In the bleak autumn wind, Chen Mo knelt down heavily towards the entrance of the village, bowed three times and bowed nine times, and when he got up again, a trace of blood had already oozed from his forehead.

He didn't wipe it, but just looked at the villagers who were also standing in the autumn wind at the entrance of the village, his eyes were red and red, but he forcibly held back.

Years of war and turmoil, and a major drought, it is no longer the people who are bored with life can explain the hardships of life, not to mention the small border villages, life is already difficult, where can we resist the torture of natural disasters and man-made disasters?

By this autumn, there were no other young and strong men in the village except Chen Mo, and after another severe drought, there was no harvest in the field.

After some deliberation, the elderly village chief finally made a final decision, took out an ancestral token in the village, handed it to Chen Mo, and asked him to take the token to Wufeng Town to find a place called the Lieyang Martial Arts Pavilion.

"The owner of the pavilion is a great person, so he can only gamble to see if he can help our Muyan Village in the face of ancestral friendship, so that the traitor who persecuted our village can have a little scruples, and it will be better to get through this difficulty. ”

"No matter how bad it is, if I can take it in to you, pass on some of your martial arts skills, and let you have a foothold, it will be regarded as our Muyan Village. ”

This is the village chief's explanation to Chen Mo, and it is also the village chief's last expectation.

It's just that the homeland is hard to leave, even if it is a poor and broken place, it is a place of birth and cultivation after all, thinking of this layer, Chen Mo is even more sad. Looking around, the land cracked by drought and the distant mountains that are about to be barren due to war are all irreplaceable scenery in my heart at this moment.

But he could not show the slightest vulnerability, since last night's deep conversation with the village chief, he felt that the whole village was carried on his shoulders, he had to be strong, and he had to live, otherwise he would have failed all the expectations of the villagers.

"Let's go, kid. Nowadays, the world is uneven, and when you go out, you should be patient in everything, and you must be low-key and alert. The human heart is not ancient, although the idea of evil cannot be had, the heart of guarding against others must not be without. Seeing that Chen Mo bit his lip and refused to leave, the village chief took two steps forward and told him again.

In addition, what else is there to say? What should be explained has been explained, words are just words, the difficulty of survival, in this world, Daowa can only rely on herself.

"Hmm. Chen Mo choked in his throat, and couldn't say any extra words, so he could only nod heavily, bow down again, and then reluctantly take another look, and finally turned around and left.

In the bleak wind, Chen Mo's thin back was even more sad, and several women standing at the entrance of the village couldn't help but cry lowly, everyone knew that this time, whether Chen Mo would survive or not was a matter of two words.

Because there was no Wufeng Town at all, and there was no Burning Sun Martial Arts Pavilion, he made up these words just to be able to send Chen Mo away.

Although you don't leave, you won't die if you suffer in the village. But they couldn't escape the conscription next month, and none of the people in Muyan Village could survive when they went to the battlefield.

The only man, and a good baby who values love and righteousness, if he doesn't say so, he categorically refuses to leave.

Looking at Chen Mo's back, the village chief's lips moved, at that moment, he also wanted to stop Chen Mo, he left home like this at a young age, in the face of such a sinister and chaotic world, who could bear it in his heart?

But the village chief still stood silently in the wind, just letting the wind blow away the tears beside his cloudy eyes and raise his pale hair.

The outside world is not as simple as ordinary people think. I hope that the baby can find her own great opportunity with the ancestral extraordinary token, not only to survive in this troubled world, but also to leap into the dragon gate.

Half a month later.

In the early winter, fine snow has been raised in the northland, and the wind and snow are not big, but they are already cold to the bone.

Dongyu Lake is a large lake outside Shengyang City. On weekdays, there is nothing peculiar, but in winter, the whole lake will freeze early, crystal clear, like a piece of jade, with the red Muyang flowers on the shore of the lake, it is the most popular place in Shengyang City to enjoy the snow and play by the nobles and nobles.

At this time, on the shore of Dongyu Lake, a group of people came early to build several beautiful pavilions, lighting the warm incense charcoal fire, hanging the brocade curtain that blocked the wind, pastries and dried fruits, wine and meat were carried towards those pavilions like flowing water.

It's a good winter day to enjoy the snow, where does anyone care about the dying little flower under the Muyang tree?

"He's dying, isn't he?" a woman who was busy setting up asked a man dressed as a housekeeper next to her.

In this world, dead people are nothing new, and they are still too busy to take care of themselves, and they are just afraid that they will really die, which will ruin the mood of the old men who come to play, and it is they who are unlucky.

"It looks like we don't have long to live. It's all to blame for Ding Er's ruthless hands. This little Hanako is sleeping here, just drive it away, and there's no need to punch and kick it. How many times can his little body be beaten?" The asked family showed an unbearable expression, but soon his expression changed, and he said coldly: "Aunt Li also reminded me, wait a minute, just ask Ding Er and a few boys to deal with that little Huazi, don't be stingy with a few silver coins, buy a roll of straw mats, and have a good heart." ”

With that said, the family went to work on his own. The implication is obvious, that is, to find a place to bury this little flower, and a roll of straw mats is a great favor. As for whether the little Hanako is really dead, it's not his concern. In short, buried is.

The place where he spoke here was less than ten meters away from the place where the little Hanako was lying, and the family and the woman did not deliberately lower their voices to cover up, so these words were still heard by the little Hanako.

"Is this to bury me alive?" The little Hanako, who was originally lying on the ground, finally moved, looking like she was struggling to stand up, but she only moved, and her body moved less than half a meter, and then she lay down heavily.

Snowflakes fell on his face one after another, although his clothes were ragged, his face was unexpectedly clean, and if he looked closely, wasn't it Chen Mo who left the village half a month ago?

How could the people in the village have thought that in just half a month, Chen Mo would fall into such a field? Even Chen Mo himself did not expect that he would be about to reach a desperate situation in less than half a month.

Life in the village is hard, and I often hear the village chief mention the sinister world, but the village chief probably doesn't know that the world is so sinister?

Less than three days after walking out of the village, they met a group of bandits, saying that they were bandits, but in fact they were just a group of hungry homeless.

Among the baggage were Chen Mo's only two clothes clothes, as well as a dozen pancakes, plus a few dozen copper coins and a little broken silver.

It's okay to wear clothes, but the pancakes and copper coins are the ones in the village who are reluctant to eat and use, and they have worked hard to get Chen Mo on the road.

Chen Mo naturally refused to comply, and resisted desperately, but how could he, a fourteen-year-old child, be able to resist a group of hungry homeless? Not only was he robbed of that important burden, but even the tokens hidden in his arms were searched.

That token was Chen Mo's most important thing, snatching it was like killing Chen Mo, he went crazy, as fierce as a little wolf calf.

The group of bandits was probably frightened by Chen Mo's momentum and dispersed in a hurry. Credible Things.... In the end, it was snatched away, and only an inconspicuous bead remained.

Speaking of this token, it was originally a delicate jade fan, and the red silk tassels were woven into a beautiful knot, and a white bead was netted with exquisite techniques.

What Chen Mo was left with was the white bead, not bright, not exquisite, and inconspicuous.

"If you take this bead and go, will the people in the martial arts hall still recognize it?" After this catastrophe, Chen Zhong was sad and annoyed, and he was as strong as he was also teary-eyed.

But he still refuses to give up, just because if things don't work out, how can he face the villagers who have taken out almost the entire village of fine food and money for him?

To the east, all the way to the east, I still have to go on.

After a rest, Chen Mo only had this thought left, the village chief said, all the way to the east, ask the towns along the way, and always find the Burning Sun Martial Arts Pavilion.

But he completely forgot that he had lost his entanglement, and he had already been injured in a fight, how could he live in this troubled world?

He met many people, but no one helped him, he passed through many villages, and the poor people could not afford to send him a bowl of cold soup, and the kind ones gave him a little cold water at most.

How can there be a way to heal an injury that is not fatal in the first place?

God will never be merciful to him alone, the weather is getting colder and colder, how can the patched single clothes withstand the wind and snow?

Chen Mo, who lived on the roots of wild vegetables and clear water, walked outside this Shengyang City, and it was already the limit.

On this snowy night, his body was hot and panicked, and he only knew not to be buried by the wind and snow, and his body was wet, and the instinct to survive made him exert all his strength, and staggered to the pavilion by the lake, before he dared to fall asleep.

Who knew that he was still asleep, so he was punched and kicked, and then thrown under the Muyang tree.

Seeing those people busy and listening to those people's words, I realized that my existence hindered the eyes of those lords and ruined the mood of those lords.

Now, they are going to be buried alive!

At this moment, Chen Mo misses home, the dilapidated village where he was born and raised, his deceased parents, the villagers he grew up with, and the village chief who loves him the most.

In despair, he remembered what the village chief had said to him the night before he left: "Mo'er, this world is not as simple as you see. There are immortals in this world! Do you know why our Muyan Village can't be extinct? It's because the oldest and oldest ancestor in our Muyan Village is an immortal, and he always hopes that our descendants can regain the glory of immortals... The ancestral teachings must not be forgotten!"

"Live, you have to live well... To live, there is hope. ”

"Live!" Chen Mo clenched his fists, and only after half a difficult month did he know how difficult it was to live, and it was not as good as ants.