(Girls' Literature) Southern Wilderness, a wild mountain field that has not been completely cultivated, the Chixia Mountains.

On the forest path, more than a dozen men returning from hunting dragged three huge black boars, with a lot of game hanging from their waists. Seeing that they were walking in the direction of the village ahead, they were smiling proudly.

Walking along the winding path, you will see the old trees hanging with green vines on the side of the road, the intertwined roots are soaked in the stream, the fish and shrimp are playing, and the aquatic plants are rippling. A stone bridge crosses the stream, and under the old trees on the bank is a broken stone monument covered with mossy vines, engraved with the words "Hanjia Village".

Walking across the stone bridge at the entrance of the village, passing through the stone steps under the forest, you will see a number of simple and quaint stone houses, the doors are half-hidden, the old yellow dog is lying in the shade and snoring, a pile of dry firewood is more or less placed under the eaves, and smoked dried meat is hung at the door.

Under a dilapidated stone house, thin children in patched, washed white linen clothes sat quietly, leaning against the notched wall. His face looked a little weak, and he was squinting slightly and looking at the green moss on the stone steps, his eyes full of confusion.

"Hey, I knew you were here!Baisheng, what are you looking at?" Suddenly, a chubby young man ran over behind him and shouted.

His name is Han Hu, because he is fat and belongs to the kind of unsociable, and he is the only little friend in the village who has a good relationship with the children in Mai, so it can be regarded as a gathering of likes!

The thin child in linen patted the dust on his sleeve, pointed to the sky with his finger, and said in a stupid and deep voice: "The sky is about to thunder!"

He paused for a moment and looked up at the sky, which was clear and the sun was shining.

"Haha, you're stupid again!" The little fat man scratched his head and looked at him with a smirk: "Today, Daddy and they hunted a big boar, and Grandpa asked you to come to my house for dinner in the evening, and he said that he had something to tell you." Let's go, let's go to the back mountain to pick up some wood before it gets dark!"

The Mai Child nodded, calling out to the big yellow shit and following the little fat man.

The child was picked up by his father on the way during a hunting trip into the mountains. Because he was young and never had children, the couple didn't care too much about the eyes of the people in the village, and worked hard to raise him. Ah Niang also died of dystocia when he was six years old, leaving only a young sister.

After that, his father became less talkative and more silent. The kid can be said to have grown up by eating hundreds of family meals, Daddy rarely cares about him, and the village elders named him Han Baisheng, which means that he will remember not to forget the kindness of everyone when he grows up, and he is now more than eleven years old.

Han Baisheng was smart when he was a child, but when he was four years old, he was riddled with strange illnesses on a thunderstorm night, and as he got older, his illness became more and more frequent, and his peers were even more reluctant to get close to him, for fear of getting sick. The thin one can be said to be skinny and bones, but despite this, he eats a lot of food, but fortunately, the child is very obedient and does not cause trouble, and often helps the people in the village to do things, and the people in the village just shake their heads and sigh when they see him.

In the afternoon, the afterglow was still hot, and Han Baisheng followed the little fat man around the mountains and forests to pick up a pile of fallen pine towers and dry firewood. After tossing back and forth for a long time before picking up firewood and returning, Han Baisheng, who was out of breath, dragged his tired body and sat at the door, squinting his eyes, looking at the mountain peaks in the distance, and letting the afterglow of the sun shine on his body.

Soon after the sunset, the orange-red sunset dyed the whole sky, the clouds above the sky seemed to be burned by a flame, from the western snowy peaks floated out rows of sunset in the sky flickering, rolling, diffuse, red and bright, the mountains below were also dyed red by this glow, the remnant sun was like blood, this scenery was very shocking, the heaven and earth were full of solemn looks.

The sunset lasted for half a pillar of incense before it began to disintegrate, turning from crimson to crimson, and then slowly becoming lighter until it disappeared from everyone's sight. The bleak wind blew over the hills, and a faint glow on the horizon slowly dissipated as the night fell, blending into the surrounding night.

Here, because this landform often appears Chixia, the ancestors called this place the Chixia Mountains. The main peak of the mountain range is a towering snow-peaked mountain, and the Chixia Mountain Range is rolling with thousands of peaks of different heights, with a radius of more than 3,000 miles.

In the depths of the mountain range, precious forests rise from the ground, the mountains are not only rich in products, mineral resources are sufficient, the best years of spiritual plants and plants are also traceable, there are countless rare and exotic beasts, insects, tigers and leopards also often haunt the mountains and forests.

In the mountains and forests filled with night, the roars of wild beasts can be heard everywhere, and the depths of the old forest are full of various mysterious colors. Every year, each village will organize a hunt in the mountains, and invite the clan elders to carry out the ceremony of opening the altar and sacrificing the mountain.

Surrounded by green water and green mountains, many low stone houses and earth buildings are embedded in the lush mountain woodland, in addition to Hanjia Village, there are also many villages gathered in the surrounding hills, they have been farming and hunting for a living for generations, Han Baisheng They live in this place called Humen Ridge, which belongs to the periphery of the Chixia Mountains.

The dark night darkened the sky, and every family ate early and went to bed, with occasional dappled and flickering lights.

The candle flame reflected Han Baisheng's face, and in front of him sat an old man with a wrinkled face, smoking a dry cigarette, and the burly man wiping his spear on the side was Baisheng's father, the captain of the hunting team.

After a long time, the old man put down the cigarette stick, glanced at the man who wiped the gun stick, and then said to Han Baisheng in a serious voice: "Baisheng, next year will be your twelve-year-old naturalization and ancestral worship." You grew up under the watch, you are the most distinctive one among your peers in the village, and your father is the pride of our village, but unfortunately his life is too thin.

Your condition is getting worse and worse, and you can't put it off any longer. You are very smart, I will send you to the city in a few days, and wherever you go, you will follow Han Bo to study pharmacology, help with chores, learn some crafts, and see if you can find a cure for your disease in the big city. ”

Han Baisheng nodded and did not speak, his hands were clenched, looking at his father expectantly, the twelve-year-old knew that with his current physical condition, he was simply a drag.

After all the explanations were explained, his father said goodbye to his elders and took Baisheng back to his residence.

The night in the countryside is early, and everyone in the village goes to bed early.

Han Baisheng's eyes narrowed slightly, through the cracks in the broken wall, and his gaze stared at the naturally twinkling starlight. Feeling that there was a surge of energy in his body, at this moment he was extremely hot, the blood night was flowing faster, his heart was beating faster, countless thoughts flashed in his mind, and deep in his heart was even more turbulent.

"The seizures are getting more and more frequent, and they have become once every three days! I don't know what kind of strange dreams I will get this time......

Han Baisheng, who was half-lying on the bed, gasped, his face twitched in pain, and his thin body continued to tremble. Beads of sweat the size of beans dripped from his forehead, and hot air bubbled up all over his body, sweat soaked his clothes, and the indescribable pain stimulated his nerves and curled up in a ball.

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In a barren courtyard, a man in black knelt in front of a grave overgrown with weeds, respectfully sprinkled a glass of rice wine, and recalled the past.

"Cultivating immortals first cultivates the mind, cultivating the law first cultivates the body, cultivating the Tao pays attention to the nature of the Tao, and learning to forbear can live longer.

Disciple, you remember that the road to cultivating immortals is extremely dangerous, full of loneliness and ups and downs, and choosing this path is a lonely and long road of no return......"

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As the sun sets, the beacon smoke rises everywhere, the remnants of the battle flags are everywhere, and the few remaining men and horses have bloodshot eyes and rolling battle spirit, following the battle-armored generals who are covered in bruises on the tall horses in front of them.

"Today, the land we defend with our lives is only to protect our distant home, fight for protection, and swear to die without regrets!"

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On the majestic bluestone road, the huge mountain gate stands tall, and the stone steps that cannot be seen at a glance lead directly to the top of the mountain, attracting countless disciples from all over the world to come to learn the arts!

"From now on, I have entered the realm of cultivating immortals, the heaven and the earth are slim and I will do my way, and I will not regret shooting down for nine days, and I will stay alone on the avenue and be free!"

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In the ice and snow, a couple stayed under the plum tree, the man's fingertips flowed a song of dream plum, the sound of the piano lingered, and the woman wore a plain white neon dress and feather coat, and the man danced on the snow.

"Jiang Li, I'll plug in this snow plum for you......" The woman blushed and let the man put it on for her!

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In the depths of the green mountains, the rocks exploded, the fluctuations of mana resounded in the sky, and dozens of monks in Taoist robes held blades and magic weapons, frantically chasing a seriously injured man in black.

"Old thief of the Outback, I remember today's shame, and one day I will break through your mountain gate......"

And Han Baisheng's whole body was burning like a flame, and from time to time there would be warm currents in his mind repairing all his injuries! Fragmented memories surged in Han Baisheng's mind like a mountain torrent bursting an embankment, impacting his weak body!

The painful torture of the past six or seven years has long honed his tenacious spiritual strength, until this moment, he recalled painfully, only to see in a trance that a golden light and shadow carried a baby to ashes under the terrifying thunderstorm, and other memories were also intermittent, one by one.

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In the dazed and vast void, a blue-gold soul was attached to the immortal order and wandered alone, Han Yangzun of the soul body saw a dazzling white light appear in front of his eyes, and he was in the dark, instinctively drifting towards the white light.

In an instant, a pillar of bright white light soared into the sky, piercing the night and completely illuminating the mountain villages. The pillar of light lasted for a few breaths and then calmed down, and the scattered stars in the dark night sky still twinkled and danced cutely as if they were about to compete for favor.

The bright moon is hidden, the mountain wind blows the branches, the black clouds sweep in and cover the stars, a lightning bolt pierces the void, followed by a rumbling thunder resounding through the sky, and the heavy rain pours down and knocks on the windows and doors......

The long-term pain had stimulated him to be a little numb, and Han Baisheng kept trembling, not daring to make a sound for fear of disturbing Daddy's rest, and kept holding on until the last wisp of cold wind on his body dissipated. Han Baisheng, who was curled up in the corner of the bed, breathed a sigh of relief, and squeezed the corner of the bed again with his broken futon body.

The night slowly dissipated, and the sky was once again white, and the rainbow hanging obliquely on the clouds reflected the mountains and forests. Han Baisheng, who had been nesting in the corner all night, moved his body with difficulty. Holding the ground with both hands, he struggled to support his trembling body. Looking at the morning glow in the east through the doors and windows, he leaned forward slightly, and it was pitch black in front of him.

As Han Baisheng fell, a dull sound sounded on the ground.