It is one of the famous mountains in Chongzhou, stretching for thousands of miles, with peaks and peaks stacked on top of each other, across the northeast. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The name of the mountain is not that the mountain is high and beautiful, but that it is described as bad and lacks aura.

At the foot of the mountain, the grass is desolate, the soil and rocks are dry, and a black oak carriage is hesitating alone. A gust of mountain wind blew, rolling up dead branches and dry grass, and the sky was full of sand.

"Ahem, ahem," the old man coughed at the wheel of the carriage.

"Yangbo, Yangbo, you drink saliva!" a young man of eleven or twelve years old got out of the carriage, put a glass of water in the old man's hand, and took the reins casually.

The old man took a sip of water, calmed the blood surging in his chest, and swallowed a mouthful of hot blood into his abdomen, not wanting to cause the child's worries. He took out the map from his bosom, looked at it, and said, "Turn this hill and you're almost there!"

"It's almost time to get to the new home!,~" There was a hint of excitement in the young man's voice, urging the old horse pulling the cart.

"Oh, Uncle Yang, there seems to be someone over there!" cried the boy.

The old man looked at it, and in the dry grass, he was lying on his back on the ground, motionless.

The boy jumped into the air with a vertical stride, his snow-white wings spread out behind him, and glided towards him in that direction.

"Yangbo, Yangbo, he's still alive!" the boy landed beside the figure on the ground and sniffed.

The old man drove the carriage slowly, and saw that on the ground was a handsome, but ordinary and simple thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy, he probed a wisp of aura into the young man's body, and the young man struggled for a while, and then there was no more movement.

"The meridians of the whole body are broken, scattered, and the bones are also broken, and the injuries are very serious!" the old man said quietly, shaking his head. When he saw his disciple rummaging for something on that person, he asked, "Xiao Hong, what are you doing?"

"Yangbo, I'll see if he has an identity card or something like that, and I'll know if he's a good guy or a bad guy, and whether we want to save him. Luo Hong replied.

The old man smiled bitterly in his heart, where are the good people and bad people can be distinguished by an identity card, people's hearts are not ancient, people's hearts are unpredictable, people's hearts are unpredictable, good and bad are people's hearts. However, the Tianluo Bai Yu clan has just suffered bad luck, and this child has also become cautious from innocence, which is also a good thing. He then stood quietly and waited for the results of Luo Hong's inquiry.

"Strange, there's nothing on you! no packages, no ID tags, no storage rings and bracelets, and no...."His voice suddenly rose high, "Yangbo, Yangbo, he didn't... No...."

Seeing his frightened face, the old man stammered and asked, "Nothing?"

"He didn't, didn't... Wings!" replied Luo Hong.

The old man's consciousness rushed to the ground like a tide, the young man's skin was not blue, he was not a Lan man, there were no horns, tails, scales, or claws on his body, he was not a demon, and he had no wings, then he was... Mankind!

"Human, he's human!" the old man muttered to himself, how many years had he not seen a human being.

"Human, he's human?!" Luo Hong exclaimed excitedly, "Yangbo, let's take him back to his new home, let's save him." ”

The old man smiled bitterly, and thought to himself, "New home, new home still doesn't know if it exists." But let this young human stay in this barren land, not to starve to death, but also to be eaten by wild beasts. ”

"But the human heart is unpredictable!" the old man sighed.

"Yangbo, but what do we have to lose?" Luo Hong asked in a low voice.

The old man glanced back at the dilapidated carriage, yes, all they had was themselves and this carriage, what was there to lose?" he nodded.

Seeing Yangbo nodding, Luo Hong hurriedly picked up the young man on the ground and placed him on a soft pile of packages in the carriage, then climbed onto the wheel and said, "Yangbo! Let's go!"

The carriage turned over a hill, and the old man looked up for the sign recorded on the map, and suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he pointed to the top of the hill and said, "There, that crooked-necked pine tree! There is also a bamboo house next to the tree." ”

Luo Hong got excited, drove the carriage to the foot of the mountain, and as soon as the two palm-sized wings behind his back unfolded, they instantly became white and flawless, four or five feet long wings, the wings flapped, he quickly came to the crooked neck pine tree, opened the door of the bamboo house, took a look, ran out, raised his hand and laughed.

"It's here, it's here, we're at our new home!"

The bamboo door behind him "slammed" to the ground, raising a cloud of dust, which startled Luo Hong, and after a moment he laughed again.

In this way, the old man and Luo Hong tidied up the bamboo hut a little, collected hay and made three beds on the spot, moved the things on the carriage, and then picked them up on the road and the young man carefully put on a straw bed, and the two were so tired that they lay on the grass pile and never wanted to move again.

Just a moment later, Luo Hong jumped up from the bed again and said, "No, no, this hasn't hung up yet." He came to the pile of parcels, found a plaque three feet long and one foot wide, hung it on the door of the bamboo house, and said with a smile: "Starting today, the Tianluo clan will settle in Huangshan!"

The afterglow of the sunset shone on the young man's high-spirited face, flashing with the brilliance of youth, and the plaque behind him was shining with two gilt characters of "Tianluo".

Luo Hong took out some dry food and water from the package, fed the seriously injured young man, hesitated for a moment, and fed him a pill of Tianxiang Jade Dew Crushed Water.

Seeing what he did, the old man nodded secretly, the sect suffered from this, Luo Hong was still a pure heart, pure as glass, and the old man was relieved.

Nothing was said all night.

Early the next morning, Luo Hong got up, cleaned the inside and outside of the bamboo house, set up a simple earthen stove, lit a fire and boiled hot soup, served dry food to the master, fed the seriously injured boy, fed himself full, and began to run the aura cross-legged and do his homework.

Li Yue opened his eyes leisurely, his whole body was full of strange meridians and eight veins, and his limbs were hundreds of bones, astringent everywhere, and painful everywhere, as if he had been hit head-on by an eighteen-wheeled truck. He couldn't help but snort in pain.

"Are you awake?" a cheerful voice from a teenager sounded.

Only then did Li Yue notice that he was lying on a haystack, with a dilapidated and rotten bamboo roof above his head, and a wall made of bamboo chips on all sides, except for three piles of hay, a small pile of packages, and three people, there was nothing.

The young man in front of him saw Li Yue, who had just woken up, his eyes slowly rolled, he looked around, and said with a smile: "We just moved to a new home, and it will get better and better! My name is Luo Hong, what is your name?"

Li Yue opened his mouth and found that his throat was hoarse and dry, like a scrape of sand and stones.

The young man hurriedly took out the kettle and fed Li Yue a sip of water. Under the moisture, Li Yue felt much more comfortable, he tugged the corners of his mouth, smiled a little, and as a sign of gratitude, he said, "Li Yue." ”

"Li Yue, this is Boluo Qingyang of my clan!"

Li Yue rolled his eyes, smiled at the old man, and said, "Thank you seniors and Brother Luo Hong for saving your life." ”

The old man nodded and said, "Don't worry about recuperating here." Then close your eyes and meditate.

Li Yue saw that Luo Qingyang's qi and blood were decaying, and his aura was disordered, and he was obviously seriously injured. Thinking of Luo Hong telling himself that this was their new home just now, the story behind it must be very unusual.

Li Yue didn't know where he was now, but it felt good that there were no demon beasts and Chang Xinping, just like a new life after death.

However, he was faintly worried about Yu Wanru and Jade Cai. But the way I am now, it's useless to worry.