The Motu Mountains traverse the eastern soil, the peaks and peaks are towering, and the Motu River extends in all directions, flowing endlessly between the mountains, and finally flowing to the depths of the mountains.

The clouds and mist in the depths of the mountains are misty, and occasionally there is a low roar of demon beasts, which startles the birds and beasts in the jungle to run in a panic, no one knows the mystery in the depths of the mountains, and no one dares to set foot on it.

And this is only the periphery of the Motu Mountains, looking down from the sky, the lush green mountain forests, the undulating hills, and the green fields can vaguely see some small tribes living together, the smoke curls and is full of vitality.

This is the place where the lowest people in the whole eastern soil live, there are primitive tribes who live by hunting, there are displaced people who are forced to move here due to war, and there are robbers who escape crime and kill people and steal goods.

There is no nobility and pleasure here, there is only the law of survival by natural selection.

Here, survival is the most important thing.

At this time, in the mountains and wilderness, there was a young man who wanted to live, he was lying on the body of a snow-white blue wolf, his body was full of shocking scars, and an arrow was inserted, his clothes were torn, his face was pale, and his expression was extremely tired, but he subconsciously held the mane of the white wolf tightly with both hands.

The tall white wolf was stained with bits and pieces of blood, but his body was extremely athletic, and he jumped again and again, running towards a small peak full of mountain bamboo forests.

Halfway up the hill, the boy endured the pain, opened his eyes, and did not settle down until he saw the familiar bare head, and fell from the wolf's back.

Standing on the mountain road was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old little fat monk, the little monk was not surprised to see the young man's appearance, three or two steps over to pick up the young man, and rushed to the temple on the mountain.

The temple has already prepared a medicine tank, the fragrance of the medicine is fragrant, the heat is steaming, under the warmth of the medicinal materials, the shirtless young man in the water tank slowly opened his eyes, and the little fat monk hurriedly picked up the towel and dipped the medicine to wipe it on the shocking scars.

"Xiao Yezi, this arrow will reach the sea of qi in another three inches, you kid is not a monk after all, why bother to be more serious with those swallow dogs", the monk wiped the scar while talking about the bloodstained arrow on his hand and threw it aside.

"Hurry up and prepare new clothes for me, Xiao Lin and they are in danger, I have to go down the mountain", the young man said with a pale face.

"Do you want to go, don't you want to die? Why don't you go down the mountain?" the monk said with concern.

"I'll ride the white wolf over faster, you go and inform San Lang and tell him to come here and wait, with the white wolf here, I'll be fine", the young man said and took the white clothes from the monk's hand and put them on his body, struggled to ride on the wolf's back, and rushed down the mountain.

The edge of Mo Tu is the dividing line between the human race and the demonic beasts in the mountains, only the outer hundred and ten miles of the human race is allowed to move, the noble people are extremely reluctant to come here, in their eyes this is the place where the lowest untouchables live, through the filth and meanness, it is a place of oblivion that is spurned.

But there are often exceptions, such as today, when the horse's hooves burst and the smoke and dust billowed up, a team of silver-armored cavalry broke into here, which was a detachment of the famous Yanyun Iron Cavalry of the Yan Kingdom, with their nobility and glory, in charge of punishment and cleansing this ugly abandoned land.

The fire burned in a primitive tribe, the collapsed wooden houses, the heart-rending cries gradually blurred in the clouds and smoke, the ground was scattered with seven or eight almost charred corpses, and in front of the high iron hooves in the front, a group of old and sick people knelt together.

The silver-armored knight at the front raised his left hand and took off his helmet, revealing a murderous face covered with scars, and spat at the ground with an indifferent expression, and drank very disdainfully: "Don't you know that Jing Kingdom has been wiped out by Dayan, every inch of land here belongs to our Dayan, you pariahs had better tell the whereabouts of that little wolf cub, otherwise, I have a way."

Speaking of this, the leader of the silver armor couldn't help but think of the more than ten brothers who had killed the little wolf cub in the past few days, and his eyes were suddenly angry, and he shouted: "Come on, start with the smallest, cut off your hands and feet, and cut them one by one, until they say it!"

The silver knight said, his eyes suddenly fell on a dirty little girl, he looked at people well, the little girl was eleven or twelve years old, although the animal skin on her body was old and yellow, and her hair was messy, but her clear eyes looked very out of place, and she was destined to be a beautiful embryo in the future.

However, compared to the future, the silver armor leader enjoys the pleasure of stifling this beauty more, and he is cheap, yes, starting with this chick!

Following the knight's gaze, a big man ran over and pulled the little girl out of the panicked crowd at once, what is a little strange is that at this time the little girl's eyes are full of determination, it seems that even if you kill her, others don't want to get anything!

"Xiao Nizi, it seems to be quite stubborn, I can see that she has a good status here with you, start with her hands and cut it for Lao Tzu", the silver armor leader said indifferently.

Hearing this, the kneeling old and young looked frightened and desperate, they hated the boy a little, but they really didn't know where the boy had gone.

At this moment, a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy, with a well-defined silhouette and a powerful figure, suddenly stood up and shouted, "Don't move her, I know."

"No, brother, don't say it, he saved us", the little girl who was dragged by the big man screamed in panic.

"But......" The young man seemed a little hesitant, and suddenly gritted his teeth and said: "He, he went to Tao Country, saying that he was going to the Casting Villa."

"Yes, haha, that's right", hearing the young man's words, the silver-armored knight laughed, and then said suddenly: "However, you still have to die, come, kill them all for me, these untouchables, not a single one will be left!"

"You ......" The young man could barely speak, and looked at the knight with angry eyes, and at that moment, suddenly he saw a familiar figure in his eyes, and he was hurrying towards this side.

"Roar......

A vast wolf howl suddenly sounded, and the horse on which the cavalry sat suddenly panicked, and the cavalry at the rear hurriedly looked back, and suddenly exclaimed: "Chief, it's him!"

In the distance, a snow-white tall wolf strode over, and on him, a young man in white bent his body and picked up a spear on the ground, and bit out two words in his mouth: "Die!"

The cold light shimmered, and the spear flew like a meteor with the sound of breaking through the sky, and the leader of the silver armor turned back sharply, and in an instant his eyes widened, and the cold light suddenly appeared, piercing his throat, and blood shot out.

He finally saw the boy he was looking for, but the one who died was himself.

The tall white wolf's big claws were like flying, and with one claw he tore a cavalryman and horse in half, flesh and blood flew sideways, and the young man in white squirmed his lips and repeated two words: "To die, to die......"

The white wolf's movements were done in one go, dazzling and dazzling, hearty, bloody and drunk, and the silver armored cavalry could not be allowed to think, so the cavalry and the horses were torn to pieces, and the young spear on the embarrassment was in hand, stabbing left and right, and the blood was sprinkled in the air, and more than ten cavalrymen were killed between the calcium carbide sparks, and only the white wolf was left on the field with sharp wolf teeth, and the blood-colored tongue kept rubbing the flesh on the lips.

The old and weak on the field didn't seem to have reacted to what was happening, and the beast-skinned boy stood in place dumbfounded, at a loss for a while, muttering a name that he couldn't even hear clearly: "Jing Ye".

The first to react was the girl, she looked at the young man in white with clear eyes, the young man's messy hair, cold face, it looked so familiar, she wanted to say, Brother Jing Ye, you saved me again, before the words came out, but saw the young man turn around and ride the white wolf and left.

"Xiao Lin, take your people to find San Lang, he is in Xiaozhu Peak", the young man turned his head and said to the beast-skinned young man who was stunned on the ground.

Xiao Lin nodded subconsciously, watching his former playmate gradually fade away, only the white afterimage gradually blurred, his eyes couldn't help but moisten, and there was a salty taste between his chapped lips, he couldn't remember when the two of them began to go in different directions.

That year, he and his sister were playing in the mountains and forests, and met the scarred and comatose wattle leaves, so he took him to the tribe, and later the tribe added this taciturn young man, and a tall and mighty white wolf, to fight in the hunting grounds, invincible, it brought hope to the tribe's hunting life.

"I'm sorry, Thorn Leaf," the fur boy whispered, his lips squirming.

Jing Ye, who was sitting on the back of the white wolf, seemed to hear Xiao Lin's words, and smiled back, this smile was a little stiff, which seemed incompatible with his indifferent expression, and he smiled: "How adult? What are you afraid of, cultivate with San Lang well, and protect your clansmen in the future."

After saying this, he turned around and looked up at the sky of Motu, which was as blue as a wash, and here his youth was buried.

"Beiliu Thirteen Prefectures, but Yanzilou, Brother Wolf, we should go to Tao Country", Jing Ye touched the white wolf's furry ears, and looked to the north in a soft voice.

The sun is setting in the west, and the autumn wind is bleak.

The leaves on the mountain road are colorful, and gradually the remnant sun in the west will imprint the pale golden light on the young man's face, he is holding a yellowed fur with blood in his hand, and the afterglow of the setting sun shines on the back, printed with two lines of words: 'Beiliu Thirteen Prefectures, but Swallow Building', the young man looked at the two eye-catching letters on it, the marriage book.

There are two lines of dense small characters next to it, recording the names of two people and the eight characters of birth.

Jing Ye, born in the beginning of March in 887 of the Xuanyuan calendar.

Ouyang Hua, born in the ninth day of March in 887 of the Xuanyuan calendar.

"Roar......

A wolf howled in the vastness, and its pace was vigorous, gradually disappearing among the rolling mountains.