Time is always merciless, its passage has always been silent, in the blink of an eye, three years have passed, nine-year-old Mu Yuan has been able to climb out of the poisonous bath quenching pill alone, he is a whole head taller than three years ago, his body is not so thin, and his powerful arms can instantly break a towering giant tree.

The days passed day by day, but in the eyes of the nine-year-old Mu Yuan, there was no difference overall, except for the addition of a white-bearded grandfather, it was basically the same.

"Hey, is the white-bearded old man late today?" Nine-year-old Mu Yuan walked out of his own cabin, about to go to breakfast, suddenly looked around, a little surprised, but soon, he knew the reason, one after another huge drums echoed in the air, gradually spread throughout the small mountain village, what this drum sound, he naturally knew.

The drum beat is very loud, and there seems to be some special power in it, which makes people feel refreshed, and the drum comes and goes quickly, and only two drums are passed, and then they fall silent.

"Two drums, assemble, but today doesn't seem to be a special day?" Mu Yuan thought for a while, and shook his head again, as if he wanted to throw these thoughts out of his mind and walk towards the square.

"If you don't want to, you'll know when you go. ”

Mu Yuan's speed is very fast, and because there are not many people, the village is not big, and it didn't take long to reach the square.

At this time, the square is full of people, in the past three years, it is not only the age of the villagers, the village has also changed, it is said that the square, in the course of three years, has long been not nothing, on the four sides of the square, four wooden towers made of wood stand still, the wooden tower is not short, there are six or seven adults added up to that high, standing on the top, enough to see the whole village, in the center of the square, there is a high platform, which is made of stone by the villagers, and then there are the houses of the villagers, which are much higher than three years ago, outside the village, a tall wall completely circles the whole village, wrapping the village in it。

Today's sky is gloomy, the smell of the wind is permeated with a damp smell, the small flowers and wild grasses on the side of the road in the village are half-bowed by the wind, it seems that it is going to rain, this kind of weather is not common in this small mountain village, at least in the memory of the villagers, it has not rained for too long, but the ecology of the mountains has not been affected by anything, and there seems to be some strange force that maintains everything.

I don't know if it's affected by the weather, each villager has a heavy expression on their faces, they stand around the high platform, still and still, for a while, the silence is terrible, the silence is scary.

Even the most naughty children were silent, Mu Yuan couldn't adapt to this atmosphere, and in his impression, there was no village assembly meeting with such a solemn atmosphere.

Mu Yuan struggled to walk to the front of the crowd, and what he saw made him stunned.

I saw that there were men and women on the high platform, there were strong men and women who had reached adulthood, and there were also teenagers and girls who had not yet reached adulthood, all of them were facing the sky, their eyes were closed, and around them, there were several villagers who were crying out in pain, and the white-bearded quenching master was bowing his head and stroking his beard and sighing.

How heavy the word death is, Mu Yuan, who is only nine years old, doesn't know, and even he doesn't even know what the word death is, but his heart is inexplicably a little heavy, and it seems to be sad.

His ears moved slightly, and he suddenly heard a voice.

"Daddy, Auntie, the brothers and sisters on the stage, and the uncles and aunts why do they sleep there, don't they have a home?"

is a little little little who is just three years old, and his words express the hearts of many little guys, including Mu Yuan.

"Brothers and sisters, uncles and aunts, they are all too tired, so...."The little father didn't speak, just closed his eyes, and his mother barely squeezed out a smile, needless to say, it was very ugly, touched the little nod's head, and said.

Before she finished speaking, she didn't know how to continue, but fortunately, the little little bit didn't continue to ask, but just nodded as if she didn't understand.

"Are you too tired to fall asleep, then why haven't you woken up all the time?" Mu Yuan turned his head and continued to look at the high platform, thinking in his heart.

"They are heroes, heroes of our whole village...."

On the stage, the words full of anger swirled, this was the voice of the village chief, he led the most powerful group of people in the village to hunt all kinds of wild beasts in the mountains all year round, collect medicinal herbs, and catch useful poisons, so the number of times in the village was not much, this was only the third time Mu Yuan had seen him since he was a child.

Mu Yuan didn't listen to the rest of the words, and he was in a trance when he announced the disbandment, until the quenching pharmacist patted him on the shoulder with his pale hand.

"Little ghost, how do you feel?" The Quenching Pharmacist's face today did not have his usual signature smile, and his voice was a little low.

Mu Yuan glanced at the Quenching Medicine Master, but he didn't speak.

"They're dead. The Quenching Apothecary's tone was calm, as if he were talking about something commonplace, what to eat for the next meal.

"Whitebeard old man, death, what is it?" Mu Yuan thought for a while, made sure he didn't know what death was, and asked.

"Die... Do you want to know?" replied after a moment of ponderance, as if considering what to say.

Mu Yuan frowned, because he knew what the Quenching Medicine Master would say next, and in the end, he nodded.

"When you're fifteen years old, after the rite of passage, go into this world to find the answer. Sure enough, even after three years, the Quenching Medicine Master did not give up on leading Mu Yuan to the outside world.

"Good. Mu Yuan walked straight past the Quenching Master.

"It's not cute. The quenching pharmacist looked at Mu Yuan's figure that gradually disappeared into the corner, and sighed slightly.

"Hmph, boiled medicine, you want to kidnap the good seedlings in my village to your place?"

Not far behind the pharmacist, the village chief, who had been away all the year round, was standing there, as if he had been standing for a long time, he also looked at Mu Yuan's back, and finally snorted, chattering dissatisfied.

The quenching pharmacist had already discovered his existence, and after listening to him, he didn't look back, but asked: "You still talk about this until now? You know how much you have earned over the years, and those little guys who went out have sent you a lot of things, right?"

"And what about my fallen and missing villagers?" the man continued.

"It's just a matter of winning or losing, isn't it?" said the quenching pharmacist, shaking his head.

"This big week, it's really ruthless!" the man gritted his teeth and said angrily.

"Shen Yan, don't forget, you are a citizen of the Great Zhou, and the Tang Dynasty is in the past after all, isn't it?"

In the end, the quenching pharmacist turned his head and glanced at the man, just this ordinary glance, so that the man had nothing to say, his mind went blank, and finally he had to look at him with eyes that wanted to kill.

Seeing Mu Yuan disappear completely, the quenching pharmacist really began to look at the man in front of him, and suddenly sighed after a long time.

"Before you know it, it's been decades. ”

The quenching master was gone, ignoring the man's complicated eyes.

In fact, it had been decades since the Quenching Medicine Master came to this small mountain village, when the mountains were far from so peaceful, powerful beasts were rampant, and all kinds of poisons that could easily kill him roamed around, and when he came, it was still the time of the previous patriarch, at that time, this was not a small mountain village, but a tribe, a tribe with a population of tens of thousands.

Today, there can be such a calm small mountain village, and the struggle of the ancestors is inseparable, the quenching pharmacist this person, the man hates and respects at the same time, it can be said that he listened to the story of the quenching pharmacist when he was a child and grew up.

"Boom"

A silver-white lightning bolt pierced the sky for thousands of miles, between the thunder and lightning, the heavy rain soon poured down, the rain fell very quickly, it fell very much, and the people were a little caught off guard, and it fell to the ground with a bang, and soon accumulated a pile of rainwater.

The gloomy sky was completely gray.

The rain came so fast that many people were drenched and hid in their own houses.

Mu Yuan ran quickly in the village, thinking about the distance between himself and home, and suddenly saw a figure in front of him holding an oil-paper umbrella and walking slowly towards it, only because the rain was too heavy to see the appearance, and when he got closer, he was able to see it, and at just one glance, Mu Yuan lost his mind.

Under the downpour, Mu Yuan and the umbrella bearer were less than three steps apart.