The autumn wind is bleak, and the ice and rain are fluttering.

The lonely peak is at the top, and it is lonely.

Letting the autumn wind blow of hunting, let the cold ice rain beat, the lonely shadow boy in the wind and rain stood still, calmly looking at the land of China. The sacred mountain is majestic, towering into the sky. The holy river is surging and has a long history.

The sacred mountain and the holy river, the mystery of invading the sun and the moon, and the creation of the heaven and the earth, will always make the hearts of the people who admire it surging, burning with blood, and infinite fantasies.

At this moment, it should be the time when the sun is setting and the tired birds are returning to their nests. The young man looked greedily for the last time, closed his eyes silently, and said in a low voice: "When I grow up, I must go to the other side of the mountain to see." ”

"A blind man thinks a lot. A cold ridicule suddenly came from behind the young man, and he continued word by word: "'By the oracle, destroy the greedy wolf'." ”

"Zheng~"

Before the words fell, the sword was unsheathed, the sword roared, and the heavy hoof-shaped sword shadow instantly enveloped the top of the lonely peak.

The young man under the shadow of the sword, wearing a patched gray shirt with a pair of pale yellow straw sandals, a pair of rusty jet-black steel maces hung on both sides of the small green back on his back, and his wet hair was scattered and fluttering, some sticking to his face, and some hanging on the double mace. The killer suddenly came, the sword shadow was heavy, and he still didn't see the slightest panic, calmly took off the double gong with both hands, and slowly turned around.

"Murong Ying and people like you have really insulted the prestigious 'Bloody Hoof Guard' honorific title. As a descendant of the 'Greedy Wolf Guard', how can I die at the hands of maggots like you?"

"You know who we are?"

"If there is an afterlife, I will rebuild the 'Greedy Wolf Guard', do the right thing for heaven, and kill you and other small people!"

The boy regarded death as his home, and said generously. When the people were surprised and puzzled, he jumped backwards, and actually jumped off the cliff upside down, laughing wildly in the air. The heroic laughter echoed among the cliffs, like a pack of wolves howling in the sky, and also poured the unwilling heart into the nine heavens.

"It's a real greedy wolf bloodline!" someone under the cliff couldn't help but exclaim.

The person on the lonely peak immediately volleyed the sword, only to see a pair of black-winged hunched young men slowly falling, exclaiming: "'Iron Wings'?"

For a moment, the sword chased after Black Wing, who intended to dodge, so they both accelerated and fell. Just as he was approaching the bottom of the cliff, a cloud of black hair suddenly appeared in a green vine on the cliff wall and rushed towards the black wing.

"Zhu Clam!"

There was an exclamation from the black wing, and suddenly his body flipped lightly and flew away diagonally. The boy on his back then slipped off the black wings, but happened to hit the black hair. The black hair group seemed to have spirituality, quickly wrapped the boy, and returned to the green vine.

The sword and the black wings disappeared at the same time, and two black-clothed masked people appeared in the air, staring at the green vine with their eyes firmly fixed, and their excited bodies only trembled.

At this moment, a golden butterfly quietly appeared on the side of the two of them, attacking the two with a fierce force. The two exclaimed at the same time, "'Kingdee Guard'", panicked, but obviously not Kingdee's opponent. In less than two rounds, the two black-clad masked men were completely at a disadvantage. Seeing that Kingdee only needed one round, he could kill two men in black. But in the midst of the lightning, the three of them suddenly separated, stood in three directions, and looked in the same direction.

It turned out that at some point, a huge white snake head appeared in the direction of the valley at the bottom of the cliff. The eyes embedded in the snake's head are two dark green swirls, the left eye can be dementored, and the right eye can eclipse the sun and the moon. The serpent came silently, as if it came from a broken void, and only the head of the snake was seen, but the body of the snake was not seen. The scales on the snake's head are fluttering with white snowflakes, which makes the snake's head more pure and white.

The three of them exclaimed at the same time: "Snow Snake!"

The white snake hissed, its mouth opened slightly, and a beam of red flame erupted, instantly devouring the three of them. In an instant, the three of them turned into the same three wisps of gray smoke, slightly fluttering in the valley.

The Great White Snake paused for a moment, as if pondering something. Suddenly, he stretched out the nine-pronged snake core, poked into the green vine, and gently rolled upward, and the black snake core as thick as a wax stick was already holding a vermilion clam.

The clams are very large, with a round body and ruddy clam skin, which is crystal clear, like a large red crystal ball about nine feet in diameter. There is an unusually bright black dot in the very center of the body. At first glance, the clams don't seem to be anything unusual, but faintly, there seems to be a magic force that is absorbing its spirit.

The snake core of the big white snake rolled up and directly swallowed the red clam into its mouth. Then, close your eyes slightly, as if enjoying the most delicious dinner in heaven and earth.

In the sky, the clouds and thunder were treacherous, and the light rain gradually turned into a torrential rain, and the head of the white snake gradually disappeared into the rain curtain of the sky, as if it had re-melted into the heaven and earth.

* * *

"The covenant of the wolf and snake, Dan heart and blood!"

The boy woke up slowly, heard someone talking, and tried to open his eyes. I saw a gray-robed man standing ten feet away in front of him, with his back to him, staring at the clouds in the sky. The young man also followed and looked at it, and his heart was shocked.

But I saw a huge white snake head poking out of the thick clouds, and its eyes were calm as waves, dim. Apparently exhausted. His eyes never seemed to leave the boy's body. It wasn't until the boy looked at it that he spit out the snake core slightly, as if he wanted to say something and stopped.

After a while, the sea of clouds fluctuated and rolled, and the snake's head disappeared into the clouds silently.

The young man didn't know why, and his heart was like a stormy wave, rolling and roaring. The slowly retracting gaze was still on the gray-robed man.

"The 'Heavenly Immortal Bead' and the 'Heavenly Brahma Bead' that have been refined by the blood of the 'wolf and snake' are only useful together with the 'Demon Jewel'. Could it be that there really is heavenly luck in this world?"

The gray-robed man muttered to himself, asking himself. Suddenly, his left hand raised slightly, threw something backwards, and fell into the water beach in front of the young man, making a "snap" sound.

The boy followed the prestige, and saw two beads, one red and one green, about the size of an adult's thumb belly. There was something that looked like a wax stick, all black, and the surface seemed to be covered with a layer of black oil. There is still a splash of water around a roll of hides.

When the boy continued to look at the gray-robed man, he found that the gray-robed man seemed to have disappeared out of thin air, and there was still a trace.

The boy rubbed his eyes and reluctantly stood up, feeling as if his whole body was about to fall apart. But after a sharp pain, there was an inexplicable feeling of comfort. Therefore, in order to wait for the comfort of the next wave, he could only endure the pain of the first wave.

I asked myself in my heart: Bitterness is sweet?

The boy walked to the beach, scooped up two beads, and looked closely, and found that they were all solid colors, but not crystal clear. The red beads are hot, the green beads are cold, and there is a small hole in the middle that is thinner than a pinhole, and there is a slight blue glow inside.

Then I scooped up the wax stick, about nine inches long, about five thumbs together, and the texture was extremely soft, like a small piece of bone tendon. Looking left and right, I can't see the reason anymore. In addition to the color, it is the same as the wax sticks used by large families to worship their ancestors.

As for the scroll of animal skin thrown by the gray-robed man, three completely different forms of humanoid patterns were painted on it, each outlining different curves in red and blue. The boy couldn't understand it, so he had to put it into the small back with beads and wax sticks.

The boy looked at the weeds around him, taller than a person, and was thinking about where he was and how to get home, when he suddenly exclaimed, "Huh! Isn't this my old house?"

Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, the boy rushed into the weeds and ran wildly. The sharp pain that came from time to time on his body almost made him faint several times. I didn't go far when I saw a thatched hut full of people, but no one spoke.

The young man had an idea, pretended not to see, and walked in the direction of the thatched house step by step.

Someone shouted loudly: "Chen Tianhong is back!"

Suddenly, I saw a person rushing out of the crowd, white and fat, clean, holding a little white pig in his arms, stupidly rushed to the young man, put his mouth to his ear and whispered: "Xiao Qi, there are a lot of bad people!"

The young man smiled slightly, patted the fat boy's hand lightly, and said in a low voice: "Fifth brother, I'm here!"

At this time, everyone around the thatched hut surrounded the two boys. A middle-aged man walked out of the crowd, holding a handkerchief in his left hand that kept covering his mouth, and when he was about to speak, as soon as the handkerchief left his mouth, he coughed violently.

A middle-aged man who looked like a scholar beside him said: "Nanhou ......"

The middle-aged man immediately waved his hand to stop it, and after a violent cough, he took off his handkerchief and gasped: "Seventh Young Master, last night, my Murong family's head Murong Zhen and ...... Miss...... Ahem...... Died violently together...... Ahem......"

This breath did not ease up in the end, the middle-aged man immediately covered his mouth, coughed violently, and after a long while, he seemed to be much better, before he continued: "My young master Jiabao commanded, Young Master An has always been the bloodline of the Chen family, and he should recognize his ancestors and return to his ancestors, and ordered the old slave to send it over." The Chen family's existing house was originally owned by the Tian family, but at this time, there was no owner, and it was temporarily taken care of by my Murong family. ”

The young man said: "Master Nanhou has worked hard. ”

"Ahem......" The middle-aged man named Nanhou coughed violently again, slowly turned around, and walked forward step by step, as if he was about to run out, and said lightly: "If the Seventh Young Master has no other send, the old slave will go back to repay Young Master Bao." ”

The servants of the Murong family left one after another, leaving only an empty field of weeds.

An old servant sat on a tree stump in front of the hut, with a stretcher in front of him, on which lay a young man in white, sleeping very deeply and soundly. Thirty-two spirit tablets were placed on one side of the stretcher. After a while, a young man appeared at the door of the thatched house, thin and skinny, and he no longer looked like a human being.

The young man Chen Tianhong knelt in front of the spirit card, and tears only swirled in his eyes. Who would have thought that once upon a time, the descendants of the powerful "Greedy Wolf Guard" had no place to place the ancestral spiritual position when it reached the thirty-third generation. The land of the former ancestor Longxing has been overgrown with weeds.

These things are like a sharp blade, constantly piercing the heart of the young Chen Tianhong.

The gloomy clouds in the sky began to drift away, and wisps of morning glow erupted to illuminate the earth. Quickly melts the coldness between heaven and earth, spreading warmth all over the world. But in this dead silence of the weeds, the thatched hut is like a simple "tomb", and the old servant and the four young men seem to have crawled out of the grave, wandering in the world.

The young Chen Tianhong's heart is like a mirror, he was suddenly attacked by a killer and unexpectedly survived, but the mastermind behind the scenes, Murong Zhen and Murong Ying, father and daughter, died violently overnight. An unknown gray-robed man, a white snake of unknown origin, and so on. The night's convulsions were completely beyond his knowledge.

Now is not the time to be sad and sad, not the time to rebuild the ancestral hall for our ancestors. It's time to rethink your plans for survival. Only by living can we have a chance to find out the truth.

Chen Tianhong endured his grief and temporarily built a "grass house ancestral hall" with the old servant, and stacked the ancestral spiritual throne first.

The atmosphere around the thatched hut was as heavy as a funeral. Even Chen Tianlei, the fifth child who is stupid and happy on weekdays, has a serious face and does not dare to squeak.

After carrying the eighth elder Chen Tianan back to the thatched hut and putting him on his bed, Chen Tianhong said softly: "Longbo, I'll go to the Black Dragon Valley." ”