The Gobi Desert in the northwest is inaccessible, only a very small number of grasslands are suitable for people to survive and live, but there are also hidden killing opportunities, and the big mud beasts hide in the grass and are unguardable, and the more westward the more people are difficult to see.

It's just that humans have been the most resilient and tenacious species since ancient times, whether it is the icy land in the far north or the hot and treacherous desert in the far west, there are always human figures flickering and jumping.

There are Kyushu in the Great Wilderness, and there are three major Haitian inland in Kyushu, which are brilliant and boundless, and the human race is especially victorious. And the world outside the great wilderness is infinitely vast, the desert of the four seas is endless, no one knows its vast and vast tools, but the legend of the immortal road has been passed down to this day, and the specific time can not be studied.

It's just that no matter how many times the demon and human clans confront each other, the legend of this immortal path is still spread deep into the bloodline of the minds of all the races, and the temptation of cultivating the immortal path is deep into the bloodline of the human race, as well as the iron and blood, fire and light, the deepest hatred of the human race and the demon race, which comes from the fear and hatred inherited from the depths of the bloodline, and still affects every race.

I don't know how many years have passed, the legend of those immortals has already become a story, and the great power of moving mountains and reclamation has long been ethereal and unsearchable, but some obsessed people can't find the magic method of immortality, but they have also explored the supreme method of strengthening the body with a total of countless forests, and it is rumored that people who take off the sword are occasionally seen inside and outside the wilderness, and everyone in the world is stupid, so they call themselves "immortals." ”

In Ningzhou, one of the nine states, push forward more than 30 miles, there is a big mountain called "black ghost," connecting the outer barbarians, facing the sea on three sides, and inlining "Heluo," because the Gobi desert is surrounded by traffic blockage, and there are seas blocking the three sides, only a big river communicates with the outer barbarians to connect the great wilderness.

Since then, when the river flows south into the Great Wilderness Ningzhou, it has become three wide rivers criss-crossing it, and because of the difference in soil quality and algae, it is called the Samadhi River, which is three colors: green, lavender and crimson respectively. However, such a distribution has also formed a deformed section of prosperity, and Heluo, as an important town, has people from all over the world here to kill demons or do business, although people come and go, although it is not busy, but it is also extremely prosperous.

Therefore, there is a proverb in the Great Wilderness that "the desolate Gobi, the splendid Great Wilderness".

At the foot of Wugui Mountain, there are more than 30 miles northwest from the important town of "Heluo", there is an unnamed village, because a general surnamed Qin fell here more than 100 years ago, so this village is called "Qinjia Village" by the people in the village. There are more than 40 families living here, although the population is sparse, but the people are simple, the villagers cut firewood at the edge of Wugui Mountain and then walk dozens of miles into the important town of Heluo to sell the firewood, so as to make a living.

The sun was setting a little, it was already early afternoon, but the dark clouds had gathered for no reason, and it seemed that a heavy rain was inevitable. The older villagers had long been accustomed to the strange weather in the northwest, and began to collect their clothes early to make dinner and gather firewood, and only the ignorant children turned a blind eye to the menacing dark clouds in the south, and still looked at the brilliant sunset in the northwest.

The wonder of "rain from the south, glow from the northwest" always seems to be too much for children. The sunset is all over the sky, and although the wind is gradually blowing in the south, it still does not affect the kindness of the children.

"Although I have never met my father, I guess he must be a great hero! He must be a great hero who acts chivalrous and righteous, destroys evil and helps the weak!" I don't know what the two children are talking about in the sunset, but when it comes to "father", the boy who looks like he is only twelve or thirteen years old stands up violently, his face is full of spirit, and his eyes are full of longing and admiration.

The golden sunset sprinkled on his face, reflecting half of his face in a golden red. Faintly, those eyes seemed to shine like the sunset in the sky.

"Wood...... What is that?" the other boy asked, frowning, and though he was standing half a head shorter than the boy he called Wood, he looked like an ordinary man, frowning and asking.

"They all said don't call me wood, it's hard to hear. My wife told me before she died that my name was Dugu...... Mu ......" The young man was a little annoyed when he heard this, and then his tone was low, and he remembered the sad thing, and he couldn't help but stutter a little when he read the unfamiliar name "Dugu Mu" in his mouth.

In the end, it was the heart of a teenager, although he was a little sad, but he was attracted by another teenager's question for a while, and said with some uncertainty: "Probably...... Forehead...... It's just a very harmful person! Just like those ranger swordsmen in the city!"

A group of children and teenagers in the village often play together, although Qinjia Village is inaccessible, but there are also occasional ranger swordsmen passing by carrying tigers and hunting demons, it seems that in the hearts of these young people, a punch to smash the big bluestone in front of their own door is already a great character.

"Isn't your dream to be like them when you grow up?" asked the shorter boy.

"Yes, I must be the first ranger in the Great Wilderness City in the future, and then find my father and let him see his son, my Xiaomu is the most harmful! What about Brother Xiaofan? What is Brother Qin Fan's dream?" Dugu Mu's face was proud, as if he saw the near future, and his missing father found him and looked at him with joy on his face.

"Forehead......" The young man named Qin Fan scratched his head and thought for a while: "I don't know, but my mother said that I should study hard, restore the glory of the family back then, and be a champion!"

Although Qin Fan is young, he is familiar with countless scriptures and ancient books, and his mother is very strict, just because his ancestor is the general who chased and killed the demon clan and fell here.

Because of this, many villagers in the village also respect his family, due to poverty, after a few years, the family's small amount of gold and silver has been wiped out, and they have to rely on Qin Fan's mother to cut firewood and sell it for their livelihood.

But even so, the more than 3,000 ancient Taoist books left by the Confucian general have been completely preserved, which is the real wealth and heritage of the big family.

And Dugumu is an orphan, after being picked up by an old blind man in the mountains, after a few years, the old blind man died, and he survived in the village after eating a hundred family meals, and more than a dozen children in the village, especially Qin Fan had the best relationship.

"Then Brother Qin Fan's dream is to be a champion!" Dugumu turned his head and looked at Qin Fan with a smile.

"Well, it should be like this!" Qin Fan replied.

"That's good, when we grow up, we will be the first master of the Great Wilderness Ranger Wu Zhuang, and the other will be the first Wen Zhuangyuan of the Great Wilderness!" Dugu Mu suddenly pulled Qin Fan's right hand and shouted loudly.

Qin Fan was stunned for a moment, only to feel that his heart was agitated, and he also shouted in agreement, and then said, "Pull the hook!"

"Okay!

The childish faces of the two teenagers are full of seriousness, not only do they feel ridiculous and funny, but they really have a solemn appearance.

The sun was setting, and the strong wind from the south was blowing more and more unbridled, faintly and with the sound of the wind, the voices of the two teenagers became lower and lower, and gradually faintly and inaudible.

"But the Great Wilderness City heard Grandpa Zhang say that it is far, far away!"

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'll go with you! If there is a bad person, let Xiaomu protect Brother Qin Fan!"

"Hey......

At that moment, the sunset in the distance seemed to be exceptionally bright, amazingly bright.

"Qin Fan ......"

"Qin Fan, where are you?"

"Come back quickly, your mother is looking for you everywhere! She also said that she would study your Taoist knowledge, and if you don't pass the test, it will be inevitable to punish you for copying scriptures and ancient books......

Suddenly, a child's shout woke up the two of them, Qin Fan smiled bitterly, and Dugu Mu said, "How can there be something unskilled?"

"There are 3,000 volumes in the Dao Collection, and each volume has hundreds or thousands of related Wenzong books, saying that it is 3,000, but in fact there are no less than tens of thousands of volumes, how can it be so easy to pass the test. Qin Fan's face suddenly fell, and his face was ugly.

Thinking that the 3,000 Daozang was like a towering giant tree full of subtleties, but he memorized more than 2,000 Daozang scriptures in a few years, including those subtle and trivial ancient book annotations about the 2,000 Daozang, etc., in addition to the fear of that mother, he also felt a little more luck and apprehension.

looked back at Dugumu step by step, and finally disappeared helplessly on the horizon.

"It's so cold!" A cold wind blew, the dark clouds were already piled up, as if the people were out of breath, Dugumu was excited, and glanced at the mountain behind the village with some fear, thinking about the rumors of all kinds of ghosts and demons in the back mountain, and the sad wind roared in his ears, and he was quite hideous at the moment, and fled like flying.

......

The stone table of the thatched hut, although shabby and thin, but neat and sturdy, the candle flame is dim and flickering, the orange flame reflects the square of a few meters in the hut, a middle-aged woman is holding a copy of "The Spring and Autumn of the Great Wilderness", her face is sad, but more is a look of anger and resentment, opposite a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy, hanging his hands and silent, it is Qin Fan, and the middle-aged woman who is studying is his mother.

"Poor thing! How did I, the wise and wise of the Qin family, fall to this? Hundreds of years of reputation and wisdom are about to be lost in the hands of this woman?" The middle-aged woman felt sorry for herself, and her face was miserable.

Thinking that her husband died many years ago, and she supported the family, the daily endorsement of the etiquette and teaching of her son, and the son's success, and the roll call in front of the Guangsheng Gate at the main gate of the great deserted city became her only fundamental belief, but she didn't want this guy to have a good brain, but he liked to play and have fun, and he was not very competitive.

Occasionally, I saw him looking up and not caring with his face, only feeling that there was a "dangling" in his mind, and the child's naughty smile was laughing at his years of obsession and vain attempt to fulfill his husband's last wish?

His face turned red, and he scolded: "You uncompetitive thing!" After saying that, his right hand, which was full of calluses, slapped Qin Fan's small face firmly.

The sound was crisp, dead silent, and although there was thunder outside, there was an eerie silence in the dimly lit thatched house.

Looking at each other, Qin's mother regretted it the moment the palm fell, she had never been so heavy in all these years, but today she didn't want to slap her face, and she wanted to say something, but she heard the young man's "ah!" roared angrily, turned around and ran, until the "boom" A loud thunder and thunder mixed with the "pop" sound of the door smashing, Qin's mother fell on the big chair, as if she had lost all the strength of her body.

The boy who is used to silence is so stubborn and stubborn in his bones!

The night was already deep, and I don't know how thick the dark clouds that had piled up finally fell with a loud thunder "click", and the heavy rain became dense at some point, and the wind swept the clouds, obviously it was a summer day, but the world was solemn and heavy, but the figure of the young man gradually became more and more blurry with the more and more dense pouring rain......