Rain, heavy rain, downpour......

Dense jungle, dark night.

In the dark jungle, weeds one man tall were buried in the rain.

Huge thunder, lightning tearing through the sky, oppressive rainstorms.......

Whew....Whew....Whew...Whew...

A figure fled for its life in the grass. It can be vaguely seen that he is a teenager.

There was no road ahead, and he kept running, clearing the weeds, and scurrying like a fly.

His hands and face were cut, and every bush of grass that passed by was an executioner, and he was drenched in blood. But he didn't care......

I don't know what kind of danger Lu Dao is behind him, he can only run forward with his life, there is no direction, I don't know where Lu Dao is going.

The heart hurts, it hurts, it hurts.

There was a mud in my head, and deep fear took over all my body and mind. The horror remains on the immature faces that keep looking back, lingering.

Rumble~~

Another thunderclap.

Then, a flash of lightning illuminated the gray-shadowed, rain-soaked jungle.

Yes!

With a scream, the boy twisted and fell to the ground.

Wet blades of grass, sharp tips cut the wound on his face.

It hurts more than sprinkling salt. Cold pain.

He couldn't remember what he wanted to run away for, and he couldn't remember what kind of horror was behind it, making him run so desperately.

An invisible murderous aura tightly bound his neck.

He was having trouble breathing, and he wanted to find a safe place to hide. You can take a deep breath luxuriously.

"No, I have to get up, I have to cheer up...."

The boy gritted his teeth and got up, countless small wounds all over his body, gnawing at his nerves fiercely.

He was going numb, he was dying, but he didn't want to die......

I'm so tired, so cold, I want to rest. But he couldn't rest......

Whew... Whew... Whoosh......

The sound of a fan was as heavy as a fan, echoing in his head.

Suddenly, there was a sound of breaking the air behind him-

It was a javelin flying at a high speed!

Rumble~~

Another thunderclap.

Lightning illuminates the night sky.

This thunderous javelin pierced through the infinite grass, pierced deep from behind in the frightened and panicked eyes of the young man, and nailed to the ground. The boy rushed forward with the furious force of the javelin, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his head.......

This moment is eternal.

Is it painful, cold, why are you so numb?

The boy turned his head with difficulty and looked in the direction where the javelin was thrown—

A face was extraordinarily calm under the flash of lightning in an instant.

"How are you!"

The boy foamed at the mouth and convulsed.

He struggled to get up with his legs, but a deep sense of powerlessness came over him, and he struggled to get up, but the javelin behind him nailed him to the ground.

It hurts, it hurts!

Ah.... he roared, with deep unwillingness.

Yes!...

Chen Anzhi raised his head and shouted, but found that the night above his head seemed to be different.

After a while, he realized that this was a dream, a nightmare. He was covered in a cold sweat.

Everything in the dream was so real, real, that he was sore all over, and he moved his feet with great difficulty, wanting to stay and wash himself.

"Silently, silently, silently......." He habitually shouted a few times, but there was no answer outside the door.

He remembered it, as if he had lost it silently.

He remembered that his home had been tragically destroyed, and he and the surviving people in the village had carried the corpses of the village for a day before carrying those who died in the dark night to the mountain behind them, digging pits and erecting monuments, and wishing them to live in bliss.

Silently gone, silently lost!

Chen Anzhi's heart was empty. Everything in the dream was so real, but I couldn't remember that face.

He frowned vigorously and scratched his head with his hand, still thoughtless. Who is it?

His mouth was a little dry, and he got up, stretched his waist, and walked out the door slowly.

Outside the door, the moon hangs high in the night sky, and there are few stars.

Insects and frogs in the mountains and forests behind Zhuang. There was silence.

"Hope is really just a nightmare. He sighed and muttered to himself.

Chen Anzhi went to the village to fetch a bucket of water and took a cold shower.

Midsummer nights are not hot, just cool. Without any sleep, he put on his clothes and walked around the village.

Several important levels, with a few more people to defend than usual. Seeing him coming, several Zhuang Ding nodded their heads.

Unconsciously, he actually walked to the Flying Sword Pavilion.

At this moment, the Flying Sword Pavilion still maintained the tragic appearance of that time: a huge pit, half of the Flying Sword Pavilion towering, and crumbling rubble.

The severed arms and stumps and the blown down pine trees have been cleaned up.

Chen Anzhi quietly looked at the deep pit that exploded, and after a long time, he sighed. Thinking of Chen Xuanfeng, who was killed in the bombing, Uncle Feng when he was a child, he looked like he was smiling and laughing in his memory, and he seemed to be very kind to everyone. Who would have thought that he would be able to do such a thing?

In the blink of an eye, everything drifted away with the wind. He's all dead......

"Hey~" Chen Anzhi sighed wistfully. Looking into the pit, silently in a daze.

"Little age, what are you sighing for?" A fluttering voice sounded in his ears, and his frightened hair stood on end and he fell to the ground.

"Hey, doll, is Lao Tzu so terrible?"

Chen Anzhi looked around and didn't find anyone, Zhuang Ding, who was guarding not far away, was staring around with blazing eyes, and there was no strange color.

"Could it be that there are ghosts?" Chen Anzhi thought suspiciously. Chen Anyi, who was still young, thought of this, and his hands shook involuntarily.

"You're the ghost!" the fluttering voice came again. "Look here, here, in the pavilion, yes, at a young age, why is your memory so bad? yes, come over here. Seeing that Chen Anzhi seemed to remember, the voice continued to guide.

Chen Anzhi walked into the half-blown Flying Sword Pavilion. The ancestral statue tablets in the hall have been straightened, but they are still stacked diagonally.

A white-bearded old man, floating above the head of the god like a white mist, full of fairy energy.

"Grandpa, it's you! Chen Anzhi finally let go of the anxiety in his heart, and said with a smile.

"But I think about it, it's not a ghost. It's not bad!" said the white-bearded old man with a deliberate frown, pretending to be angry. Full of an old naughty boy.

"But, why do you float up?" Chen Anzhi was puzzled again.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......" The white-bearded old man coughed awkwardly.

"Oh, are you an immortal?" Chen Anzhi said with a sudden realization.

"Ahem, yes, I'm a god. When you see the immortals, don't you want to meet them?" the white-bearded old man coughed a few more times and said.

"But I've seen you. Chen Anyi kowtowed and asked suspiciously.

"Ahem, well, we've met, last time, I passed on your swordsmanship all the way, how are you practicing?" the white-bearded old man suddenly asked.

Chen Anzhi stood up, scratched his head, and said, "I can remember the moves, but the old man said that you can't use them at will, so I can only practice them silently by myself." I have all the moves in mind. “

"Good, good, good understanding. What did the old man say last time, and when I saw him again, the old man gave you a chance. Today, the time has come. ”

After saying that, the white-bearded old man waved his hand, and a white mist rolled up Chen Anzhi and flashed towards the pit outside the pavilion.

Obviously, the bottom of the pit was extremely hard, and there were countless gravels, but the white mist was wrapped in a living person, and he actually passed through the past without feeling.

has the experience of being wrapped in the golden phoenix, Chen An's heart is not panicked, but he is faintly looking forward to it.

He remembered his previous experience in the cave of the golden phoenix tree, the feeling of warmth, being moistened and warm...... It's so wonderful and has a lot of aftertaste.

He thought of his mother, and it was like a mother's embrace. "Mom, where are you?" Chen Anzhi's thoughts were a little distracted, thinking of his mother who had not returned, and he was faintly worried. In the darkness, it seems that a corridor has passed. Go far into the distance.