Hidden star, a place where the moon is not visible. In the night sky, due to the lack of stars, the earth on this star can only be seen from a few two or three meters.

A gloomy land, a barren place to the north. A figure lay flat on the ground. His face was a little convulsive, covered with sweat, and he looked very painful.

The figure woke up slowly, his eyes a little dazed.

"Am I not dead, why am I here again?" said Merlin to himself, somewhat dazed.

"Where are they?"

"Ahh

As Morin pondered, a swelling pain came from his brain.

He covered his head with both hands, and he felt a tingling pain in his head. The sweat on his face couldn't stop flowing, and he kept screaming on the ground.

The painful time always feels like a long time.

I don't know how long it took for the tingling sensation to slowly subside, and I sat up again.

"Is the cultivation also abolished?"

Although the cultivation has been abolished, there is no trace of loss on Mo Lin's face, as if he doesn't take the matter of cultivation to heart at all.

Looking up and looking at the few stars in the sky, it was as if my memory had gone back to an unknown number of years ago.

Outside a city covered in blood, he and a child stood among the flowers, looking at the stars in the sky

In the blink of an eye, so much time has passed.

I don't know if the child at that time reached the fairy world, and whether he saw his wife. But Maureen knew he couldn't help him anymore.

He got up and shook his head, shook off his frustration, and walked into the distance.

Where the heart desires, it is heaven. If your mind is confused, then walk in front of your eyes.

The night always passed quickly, and the day dawned. The first day rises.

When the first rays of the sun fell in the sky, the first rays of brilliance finally appeared in front of Mo Lin's eyes.

His eyes looked around, and there was still desolation all around. I found another direction at random and continued walking.

A lonely figure, dressed in a cyan robe, fluttering in the wind.

Two days later,

A small village in the north, in a small courtyard made of bamboo and wood. A big man was chopping wood fire with an axe, and the relentless sunlight was falling. The sweat on Dahan's face couldn't stop dripping.

"Uncle Li, I'll come. ”

In the room, Mo Lin, dressed in green clothes, walked out.

"Haha! It's Morin! It's okay, look at your body, you're thin and monkey-like. I'll do it!", Uncle Li laughed.

Maureen walked over to the firewood and took the axe. Hold it in one hand. Only an afterimage was left between the hands.

After a while, Morin withdrew his hand, and the firewood fell to the ground in rows. Uncle Zhang's eyes widened, a little surprised.

"Morin, why are you so fast?"

Mo Lin didn't know how to speak for a while, did he directly tell Uncle Li that he knew magic, that he was an immortal cultivator, and that he would get along with each other in the future?

"Uncle Li, don't ask. Will know later. ”

Uncle Zhang didn't seem to have the intention of asking, and nodded.

"Uncle Li, I'll go out for a walk. ”

Mo Lin suddenly thought that he should be able to enter the Enlightenment Spirit Realm today. Hurriedly ran out of the village.

Lijia Village is still as peaceful as ever, and in front of a hut, there are two middle-aged people.

"Li Xun, why haven't you seen your Qingshan in the past few days?"

When the middle-aged man called Lao Li heard this, his face seemed to be a little worried and a little lost.

"Don't mention that stinky boy, since he went out with the village hunters. I haven't been back for two days. ”

The Lijia Village Hunters were built 10 years ago due to a lack of food in the village. In the beginning, everything went smoothly, and every day the hunters brought back fresh food. The town was full of laughter and children.

Until a year ago, the hunters gradually discovered the prey that was not so stupid. Even one day, a team of hunters did not disappear for two days.

Two days later, a man came back and said, "They have met a flying tiger." A single claw took the lives of a group of people.

By now, it seems as if food is no longer food. The Hunters would often fail to bring back food, and people would often die.

Every time the hunters returned, there would be a cry of sorrow in the town! Whose husband, son, and brother would die?

Outside Lijia Village, a blood-covered figure was running in a hurry, accidentally falling, but immediately got up. It's as if you're slowing down and you're going to lose something.

It's finally here.

"Everyone, run!"

The voice was a little desolate, and I saw that the people in the village hut had run out in full. They surrounded Li Qingshan one after another, looking at Li Yong, who was covered in blood, and had an ominous premonition in their hearts.

"Aoyama, what's going on? Why are you just coming back alone?"

Out of the crowd was a gray-haired old man.

"What about Qingshan and Li Ming?"

Another old man spoke, his face a little pale. I was a little anxious.

Li Qingshan seemed to have lost his soul, with tears in his eyes, and stood in place in a daze.

"He, he! he's dead! I'm the only one left. Li Qingshan said.

When the old man heard this, he collapsed to the ground. There seems to be no attachment to life on his face.

"Ming'er!!You said you wouldn't leave my father! You also said that you would take our Li Village out of this desolate place! Why did you die? Why!"

The sound of desolate weeping wafted through the village. After Li Cheng finished speaking, he fainted directly.

At this moment, everyone thought of it.

Five years ago, Li Ming, dressed in a black robe and with a resolute face, stood in the middle of the village. The finger on his face points to the sky.

"I, Li Ming, will definitely take our Li Village out of this barren land!"

The confident and firm voice still seems to be echoing in everyone's ears. It can't be dissipated for a long time!

That's right, why is he dead? Why isn't it me who is dead! Li Qingshan's face turned even paler.

"Poof!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Li Qingshan fainted to the ground. Even if he forgot the most important thing, he hadn't said it yet.

Outside Li Village, a forest is only inside. Mo Lin, dressed in green clothes, was holding a paper fan that came from nowhere.

Fan and move slowly, only to see the leaves on the tree slowly falling. Drifting along the trajectory of the fan's dance.

Thinking back to his previous life, when he was fighting with others, he was defeated by the shattering of the fan in his hand. I was at a loss in my heart.

"Is it true that a fan is not as good as a sword?"

He took out a book from his bosom, and there was only one word "fan" on it. Turn the first page of the book.

Ruthless swords, affectionate fans. Fan holders, remember to be in love!

A few large characters are engraved on the first page.

These words, as if they failed to attract Merlin's attention, continued to scroll down.

There is no record of any exercises, but how many scholars worked hard for their so-called ideals, and how desperate they were when their relatives, friends, and brothers fell ill. It was their talent that eventually annihilated over time