Mojia Village is located in a large mountain in the northern Xinjiang of the Song Kingdom, and the villagers have been farming for generations.

It's another year of spring rains, and it's time for farming.

Mo Xiaolou has been very busy recently, these days, he not only has to go to the field to help his mother, but also to go to the mountains to chop wood, take the time to sell some money in the market outside the mountains, subsidize the family, the year he was born, there was a big natural disaster in the Song Kingdom, his father was unfortunately killed, he was raised by his mother alone since he was a child. As the saying goes, children in the mountains are in charge early, don't look at Mo Xiaolou is only twelve years old, but he has become a qualified labor force in the family.

"Chop one more bundle, and you can call it a day and go home!"

Mo Xiaolou wiped the sweat on his forehead with his cuffs, looked at the neat bundle of firewood in front of him, and smiled with satisfaction, his body was a little thin, but a tanned face revealed the steadfastness and stubbornness of the peasant family.

"Boom~!"

There was a loud bang in the sky, and the sky that had just been clear was suddenly overcast, thunder rolled, and huge lightning was like a golden dragon, shuttling back and forth in the black clouds.

"Oops! Looks like it's going to rain. ”

Mo Xiaolou looked up at the sky, his face was anxious, he couldn't accept that the firewood he had worked so hard to cut was wet by the rain, so he couldn't sell it.

In the past six months, he has gone to the mountains every day to chop wood, in order to save enough two taels of silver before next month, go to the market to tear a few pieces of cloth, and make a new dress for his mother.

"Damn, it's too late to go down. ”

Mo Xiaolou hurriedly looked around to see if there was a place to temporarily shelter from the rain, sure enough, he was not unlucky, there was a protruding boulder next to the pine forest not far away, he hurriedly picked up the firewood and ran in the direction of the boulder.

No sooner had he ducked under the boulder than a torrential rain fell from the sky.

Mo Xiaolou checked his firewood and saw that it was still dry, so he relieved himself. He sat on the ground, took out a piece of dry food in his arms, and ate it.

As he ate, he looked up at the sky, and saw that clouds were piling up between the sky and the earth, and the rain was getting heavier and heavier.

"When will the rain stop, my mother must be anxious at home. ”

At this moment, Mo Xiaolou vaguely saw two streamers flashing in the sky, one in front of the other, and disappeared into the clouds in just an instant.

"Hey, what's that?"

That light didn't look like lightning, it was more like something flying through the air at high speed, but what glowing thing would fly in the sky? Could it be some kind of immortal magic weapon? Mo Xiaolou shook his head, more than that, he believed that what he had just seen was lightning.

In recent years, after dinner, Mo Xiaolou would go to the east of the village with his friends under the big locust tree, sit together, and listen to the stories of fairies and ghosts told by the third uncle, which has become a daily entertainment activity for children in the village.

The third uncle is over eighty years old, and those stories are always told from his mouth, and the third uncle once said that there was an immortal in our Song Kingdom. It was three hundred years ago, when a royal prince of the Song Kingdom worshiped the immortal sect and became an immortal. But after all, this is a miscellaneous story of wild history, and there is no way to verify it.

In Mo Xiaolou's opinion, most of these rumors are false, if we really have an immortal ancestor in the Song Kingdom, then in the past ten years, we will not be constantly bullied by other countries, wars have broken out on the frontier, and the towns under the mountains will not always be looted by the army of the Northern Qi.

Although he is a child who grew up in a mountain village, Mo Xiaolou is not without his own ideals, he also wants to learn martial arts and become a general in the future to protect his family and defend the country. But my mother only hopes that she can be proficient in books and articles, and work hard to make a name for herself in the future, so that she can glorify her ancestors, and most importantly, she will not worry about her life.

"Click!"

Mo Xiaolou's thoughts were interrupted by a loud bang, and a large pine tree with the thickness of a millstone next to him was cut off by thunder, and the trunk of the tree was impartial and smashed into the boulder where he was living.

At this moment, the heavy rain had been falling for half an hour, and the ground under the boulder had already become muddy and soft, and coupled with the weight of the tree trunk, the boulder began to gradually fall and fall hard.

Mo Xiaolou was shocked, and hurriedly rolled over, narrowly avoiding the boulder, but he used too much force, coupled with the slippery ground, his body lost control and rolled down the hillside. I don't know how many branches I broke along the way, but the speed became faster and faster, and finally there was a sharp pain in the back of my head, I don't know whether it hit the trunk of a tree or a stone, and I passed out.

The dark clouds in the sky gradually dispersed, the heaven and the earth returned to tranquility, a bright moon rose in the east, the night sky was full of stars, and the wind in the mountains was wrapped in a layer of water vapor, bringing a slight chill.

Mo Xiaolou slowly opened his eyes, and what caught his eyes was the stars in the sky, and the moonlight sprinkled down, reflecting the shadows of the surrounding trees.

"I'm still alive. ”

He struggled hard to get up, but as soon as he exerted his strength, there was a sharp pain in his left arm, and by the moonlight, Mo Xiaolou found that the elbow of his left arm was swollen, it seemed that it was broken, and there were several wounds on his right arm, but fortunately, it was not deep, and the bleeding had stopped.

He bit down on the placket of his shirt with his teeth, tore off a strip of cloth with his right hand, tied a knot, and hung his left arm around his neck, before he got up and looked around.

Mo Xiaolou realized at this time that he was actually deep in a valley, and the sound of gurgling water came from not far away. He followed the sound and found that the mountain stream, which had been trickling, had become much stronger after this torrential rain.

Mo Xiaolou hurriedly leaned down, squatted at the water's edge, cleaned the mud on his face, picked up the stream water with one hand, and drank a few sips. The water in the mountains is very cool, slightly sweet, and my spirit is much more uplifted.

He sat down beside the stream, thinking about how to get out of the valley and back to the village, when the corner of his eye was shaken by something in the stream.

Mo Xiaolou looked intently, and saw that there was something in the stone at the bottom of the water that was reflecting the moonlight, emitting a silver-white glow. Mo Xiaolou was very curious, and immediately rolled up his trouser legs, fortunately, the stream was not deep, he stepped into it, picked up the object, returned to the shore, and watched it fixedly.

It was a diamond-shaped flake thing, it felt metallic to the touch, it was not heavy in the hand, and there were some quaint and incomprehensible patterns engraved on it, Mo Xiaolou couldn't figure out what it was after looking at it for a long time, and the edges of this thing were uneven, more like a fragment of something.

His eyes searched upstream along the stream, and found that the source was in a huge mountain towering into the clouds, and the peak he recognized was the famous Cuiping Mountain in this area.

"It seems that there was a torrential rain, and the water rose so strongly that it washed down the piece of iron. ”

Mo Xiaolou was pondering the origin of this thing in his heart, and at this moment, he found that the wound on his right arm, which had stopped bleeding, was constantly flowing out at this moment, clinging to the skin and flowing to the iron piece in his palm, and when he touched the iron piece, the blood seeped into it.

Mo Xiaolou was shocked and wanted to throw away this thing immediately, but no matter how hard he tried, this piece of iron seemed to grow in his hand, clinging to his right hand tightly and constantly sucking blood.

"Oops, if this continues, sooner or later I'll become a dry corpse. ”

But no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't shake off this piece of iron like a bloodsucking leech, and after a while, Mo Xiaolou gradually lost his strength, his legs were weak, his head was dizzy, and he sat on the ground with his butt.

"Am I going to die? But I don't want to die....."

Mo Xiaolou's mother's kind smile appeared in his mind, his mother brought himself up with hard work, and he was really unwilling to die in such a daze.

Suddenly, Mo Xiaolou, who was about to lose consciousness, felt the iron piece in his hand tremble slightly, and he actually stopped sucking blood, but instead emitted a trace of hot flow, spreading all over his body.

It was an indescribable feeling, as if every inch of flesh and blood in the body was beating with this warm current, and the heart was full of manic emotions. The previous wounds on his body have healed, and the wound on his left arm is mostly healed.