The blue sky, there are no clouds in the sky, there are only three rounds of sun, the sun is extremely bright, falling on the body, a little scorching. Lin barren green clothes, barefoot, standing on the cracks of the canyon.

This canyon is very magnificent, although it is impossible to see the whole picture, but Lin Huang can also imagine that this place was originally a plain, under the punch of the barbarian god, it was bombarded into a valley, and after I don't know how many years of weathering, it has the appearance of this moment.

Even at this moment, Lin Huang could still feel the monstrous will of the barbarian god in that punch from the weathered sand under his feet.

This is the place where the barbarian gods have descended, but this is now the territory of the Fire God Cult.

Because of the monstrous will of the barbarian gods, the fertile plains of 100,000 years ago have become a desert, and even the most stubborn barbarians have gradually left here. Because there is no food, there is no hope.

Lin Huang was alone, alone, in green clothes, barefoot, just standing at the highest point of the canyon, quietly looking at this desert, his eyes were cold, he was thinking about a question.

Akuta and his people saw him as hope. But what is hope? What kind of hope can make people forget their lives, throw their heads, and spill their blood.

Lin Huang didn't want to admit that his heart was touched, touched by those bright and almost cruel blood light, he was a rational person, a person who pursued ruthlessness, how could he be infected and touched by these mundane sacrifices and mundane ambitions.

He tried to treat the efforts of Aguta and Aguda as a clean and clear deal. He gave the barbarian hope to survive, and the barbarian gave him hope to live.

Fair enough, just a deal that can be calculated.

But Lin Huang's heart was trembling, and he knew that he couldn't count it like that.

Although in his heart, his life is naturally more precious than that of a barbarian. But one person is compared with 200,000 people, even millions, tens of millions, hundreds of millions of people. It's so insignificant.

No matter how conceited Lin Huang is, he will never feel that he is more precious than the lives of hundreds of millions of people. Although many sentient beings are ants, they are human beings, not ants.

Lin Huang didn't know this data clearly, so his heart was a little confused.

He pursues the path of ruthlessness, which means fairness, and fairness means that all beings are equal. So when he stood at both ends of the scale, he put himself on one side. On the side of the Ah Gu Da and Ah Gu Da clansmen, no matter how Lin Huang calculated, he felt that it should be loud, and the heavy end of the mountain should be Ah Gu and Ah Gu Da's clansmen, not himself.

But the opposite is true, he gives a little insignificant, the so-called hope. He had thought it should be a little straw as light as a feather, adding a little weight to himself among the barbarians. But he was wrong, and that was that little bit of hope. It was as heavy as Mount Tai, as heavy as the starry sky, so heavy that people couldn't breathe, and it hit his heart hard. Let him sink deeper and deeper, and then throw Akuda and his billions of people high in the air.

The blood light was so vivid, so heavy. It left him a little breathless.

"It shouldn't be this way. ”

Lin Huang muttered, he is a great sage, a great sage who has survived the first transformation of heaven and man. He can understand the Dao, he can dominate the future, but at this moment, he can't understand people's hearts.

"It shouldn't be like this!"

Lin Huang slammed his backhand punch on the rock, and the sharp pain came from the bone, and the blood flowed out, staining the rock wall red, but Lin Huang didn't care about it at all, he had forgotten that he was in the Great Dao at the moment, and he was no longer an invincible sage, just an ordinary person.

He punched one punch after another, until the entire rock was covered with shocking blood marks, and the intense pain stimulated his somewhat numb heart, and the blood was round and round, but it was so insignificant compared to the color of the blood rendered by the two hundred thousand barbarians.

For three days in a row, Lin Huang didn't eat or drink, almost like a madman, until his face turned pale and his body became cold, Lin Huang slowly stood up, his eyes became pure, without a trace of impurities, "No matter what." Only by living can there be hope. in order to find the hope you want. ”

Lin Huang walked a little staggering, walking alone in the desert, uninhabited, unobstructed vast scenery, no direction, I don't know how many days I walked, Lin Huang finally fell into the desert, and his vision began to blur.

"Leave him food and water and we'll go. ”

Some cold voices sounded, and Lin Huang opened his eyes with difficulty, only to see a group of barbarians slowly leaving. Lin Huang didn't speak, just looked at the dry and cold dough and a pot of water on the ground, swallowed silently, and was suddenly stunned.

Looking at the food and water in his hands, all of a sudden, Lin Huang understood why his insignificant contribution would be such a precious hope in the eyes of the barbarians.

At this moment, this may just be the food and water that he put down kindly, but for him, it is not hope, the hope that he can live.

The grace of a meal, what a way. But the grace of life, dare not forget, can not forget.

"Is this hope?"

Lin Huang let out a long sigh and stood up, he understood the hope of the barbarians, and his heart was a little heavy. Many times, this is the case, a little bit of your inadvertent effort, what you change may be the fate of a person, a race, and a lifetime.

Continuing on, the desert was so large that it was difficult to find food, but Lin Huang soon found a way to survive.

The barbarians used their simple wisdom to leave a supply point in the desert, which was actually a foothold simply piled up with stones.

The only difference is that there is food and water in the animal skin bag on the wall. This is for those who are lost in the desert, and every barbarian who stays at the settlement will leave food and water in a bag of animal skins if there is enough food. If there is no food, the food and water left in the animal skin bag carry the hope of survival.

With the most simple heart, the barbarian left a beacon of hope in this desert, supporting the forest wilderness to move forward, although he did not know where his end was.

Walking after walking, Lin Huang walked a long way, and there was a surging feeling in his heart, but he was always a little bit worse, what he thought about the most was the blood falling that night, and the stone houses in the desert that were like beacons of hope.

There seemed to be a road of hope paved in his heart, which went straight to the depths of his heart, but it was still a little bit worse, so that he couldn't grasp the wisp of imminent feeling in his heart.

Until this day, Lin Huang saw a person in the stone house, a person who did not look like a barbarian.

It was a man with fiery red hair, majestic and solemn, but there was frost at the corners of his eyes, which could not hide the vicissitudes of his face. The eyes are very deep, with a touch of vicissitudes.

Lin Huang knew that this was a very powerful man with a lot of stories.

Lin Huang's eyes were a little vigilant, so he stood at the door of the stone house and said lightly, "Flame God Sect?"

The man didn't answer, just looked at the stove with his heart, and there was a pot of porridge simmering in the stove, and after a long time, he filled a bowl of porridge and handed it to Lin Huang.

"Thank you. Lin Huang hesitated, spit out two words, and then began to eat porridge.

He needed to replenish his food, and if this man didn't show up here, the first thing he would do would be to cook porridge.

The red-haired man didn't speak, bowed his head slightly, and then filled a bowl himself, eating very slowly, Lin Huang found that most of his gaze fell on the beating fire.

After eating a bowl of porridge, Lin Huang put down the bowl and said to the man: "It's time to put out the fire." The porridge is going to burn. ”

"No, it won't. ”

The red-haired man finally spoke, his voice a little dry, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time, but it was convincing.

Lin Huang's eyes became cold, "Even if you are a god." If you cook it like this, this pot of porridge will still be burned. ”

The red-haired man turned his head and looked at Lin Huang, his eyes were extremely keen, and he seemed to be able to see through Lin Huang's heart, "No." Because it is not fire that burns, but hope. ”

Lin Huang was stunned for a moment.

"What I cook is not porridge, but hope. Since it is the fire of hope and the porridge of hope, how can it burn paste. I just hope that this fire will grow stronger and stronger, and this porridge will become thicker and thicker. ”

The red-haired man spoke, word by word.

The words were like thunder, bombarding Lin Huang's heart.

Lin Huang's eyes were cold, "I only see the fire that wants to devour the porridge, and the porridge that wants to be burned!"

"That's your eyes that blind your heart. ”

The red-haired man's voice was faint and unquestionable, "One step at a time, you must know that if you don't forget, there will be an echo." If you think this fire is hope, then it is hope, and nothing else. ”

Lin Huang suddenly laughed, word by word, "Whose lamp are you burning?" Whose hope is it that you can't forget!"

"I have my hope, you have yours. ”

The red-haired man also laughed, "But we all hope that this fire will burn more and more vigorously, and this porridge will cook more and more thickly." You give hope to others, and others give you hope. Haven't you come to your senses yet?!"

"This hope, nothing else. It will only be fire. A spark can start a prairie fire. If you don't forget, there will be an echo. I light a lamp and wait for a hope. Why don't you light your own lamp and give yourself hope. ”

"I'm Burning Lamp. Today, give you a little fire and burn this lamp for you. When you know that the fire in your heart is not extinguished, there will be hope, and if you don't forget it, there will be an echo. ”

The sound gradually resounded through the heavens like the sound of wind and thunder, shaking the void.

Lin Huang closed his eyes, stood with his hands tied, and gradually saw the road of hope paved in the stone house that came all the way, and saw the endless blood and light, burning without regrets, eternal flames.

The spark of the spark can start a prairie fire, and if you don't forget it, there will be an echo.

In an instant, Lin Huang was enlightened, bowed his head slightly, sat cross-legged on the ground, and the fire instantly swelled up, involving Lin Huang.

The fire is bright, shining in the sky, and the flame that can swallow everything is so warm and hopeful at this moment.

It was the original fire, representing the fire of hope, and at this moment, he was the flame of hope that ignited the forest famine. (To be continued......)