Qingshui Realm.
This is a world that has existed for more than hundreds of millions of years. The origin of the world has long been unknown. Only sporadic shadows can be found in the ancient mythological books collected by various cultivation sects.
But the only thing that is certain is that there have been saints in this world!
The teachings taught by saints have developed over hundreds of millions of years. Throughout the three major states of Qingshui Realm, hundreds of regions, as well as many overseas islands, cultivation is prevalent and there are countless sects, large and small.
The Kyushu Domain is just an inconspicuous small domain among hundreds of large domains.
However, in the past thousand years, the name of Jiuzhou Domain has been "famous", and even the top cultivation forces as far away as Shangxianzhou know this name.
In the entire Qingshui world, no one who knows anything about cultivation events is familiar with this name.
If not for anything else, it was because that place was the source of the "blood disaster of reincarnation" that caused the fall of countless great sects of cultivation geniuses!
"Think about those days! The first saint of the Yuxu Sect opened the Mirror of Reincarnation, and countless geniuses entered it to compete for opportunities. Every time I think about these grand events, I feel my blood boiling! However, hundreds of years later, the treasure wheel cannot reach the second floor, and a large number of The genius of cultivation, the future giant of cultivation, fell in it, and his soul was destroyed!"
"The major sects panicked and gathered in one place to find a solution. However, in less than a year, 99% of the remaining geniuses in the Mirror of Samsara have since fallen! That day, we waited for the sky in the Kyushu Territory, They’re all blood red!”
"Unfortunately, in the end, the Mirror of Reincarnation collapsed on its own and shattered into countless fragments scattered all over the world. No one can know the truth of that year."
Next to the low and dilapidated village, under a large banyan tree that provides shade like a canopy, an old man with a white beard wearing a patchwork coat and holding a cattail leaf fan looked sad, as if recalling the tragic situation of the year, all the wrinkles on his face were wrinkled.
In front of him, several little carrot heads who looked no more than four or five years old tilted their heads and blinked, with expressions of confusion on their faces.
However, they listened in a confused way, but they were still full of interest and squatted beside the old man unwilling to leave.
There is no one in this village who practices martial arts. There are only young men in the family who practice martial arts, and there are no teachers. The most interesting person in the whole village is this old farmer who likes to talk about gods.
However, what the old farmer said was interesting to the adults in the village at first, and they regarded it as a fairy tale. Later, the old farmer said it too many times, and it was inevitably annoying. Now, several years later, whenever they see the old farmer sitting down, When he came down and wanted to say something, other villagers made excuses to leave, and only a group of children never tired of listening.
However, even so, the old farmer still said over and over again that he would tell himself whether others would listen or not. If he didn't tell him, the pain in his heart would not be relieved and he would go crazy with depression and hatred.
The old farmer took this very seriously and never mentioned it to anyone.
"Old Huangtou! Are you still nagging you? All the sweet potatoes in your field have been stolen by the Ergouzi by the river!"
The woman who came out to feed the chickens saw the situation under the tree, and her expression flashed with displeasure, and she immediately shouted loudly. The old farmer's expression changed slightly, he stood up staggeringly, and ran towards his sweet potato field without caring about losing one of his straw sandals. , causing the children to burst into laughter.
After the old farmer left, the children felt quite bored. A group of children jumped up to the woman. One of them, a little fat man, jumped out and hugged her, calling her "Mother" coquettishly.
The woman immediately
With a smile on his face, he saw that most of the other families were girls. He felt so proud that he did not forget to tell his son:
"Daniu, don't listen to Grandpa Huang, everything he says is lies."
"I know!"
The little fat man nodded obediently, then couldn't help but asked curiously: "Mom, are there really gods in the world? What is the cultivation that Grandpa Huang is talking about?"
The woman rolled her eyes and said, "If there are so many gods, how could your Grandpa Huang still be farming in our village? Why don't you practice cultivation? Go back and practice your strength quickly, otherwise you won't be able to be a hunter in the future!"
"oh."
The little fat man responded and finally stopped being curious. The woman looked at the remaining girls and dolls, turned around and went into the house and took out a bag of dried sweet potatoes. There might be one of her future son's wives among them, so she keeps one for now. A good impression is always good.
However, when she reached the last girl, the smile on her face immediately faded. She dug through the bag and only took out a dried sweet potato. In the end, she seemed to think it was too much, so she added another one to the girl. hands.
"You girl, don't play around. Go back and take good care of your father."
The girl lowered her head, silently put away the dried sweet potatoes, and left without saying anything. The direction she looked towards was her home.
When the woman saw her walking away, she looked away, her face immediately became stern, she held her baby son's ears and scolded:
"How many times have I told you not to play with this Sangmenxing in the future? Why don't you listen!"
The little fat man was dissatisfied this time and shouted loudly, "Mom, isn't Erya a little ugly? She is such a nice person, and she often goes to the mountains to bring snacks for us to eat. Why don't you let me play with her!"
The woman immediately became angry, grabbed the little fat man and started to spank him, "You are still disobedient, aren't you? When has my mother ever hurt you? And that Erya, can she be ordinary ugly? What if you do it again?" If you play together, other brothers and sisters won’t play with you!”
The little fat man was beaten until he cried loudly. Coupled with the serious consequences mentioned by his mother, he immediately shouted:
"Mom! Stop fighting, dad... come and save me! I will never play with Erya again!!"
…
But at this moment, in front of the sweet potato field, Old Huangtou was panting on the ridge of the field, his face as black as the bottom of a pot. There was not a single sweet potato missing in the field. The little daughter-in-law of the Zhang family was really sharp-tongued, and what she said was true. It almost cost him half his life.
"That's all, let's talk to that old boy from the Zhang family later."
After taking a few breaths, Old Huangtou turned around and was about to go back, only to find another skinny girl standing on the ridge of the field.
The little girl's skin is very fair, and it seems that the fierce sunlight has not left any trace on her body, but this whiteness is more of the paleness of malnutrition. Her thin and small body can be pinched with one hand. The illusion of discontinuity.
She is so thin that she does not look like a seven or eight-year-old child at all, so she still hangs out with four or five-year-old children. But even so, the scars on her face that are crisscrossed like spider webs still make her completely different. Can't find a playmate.
The atmosphere was silent for a while
Old Huangtou let out a sigh, and the iconic scar on his face quickly reminded him of who the little girl in front of him was, "Aren't you... Erya from Hedong?"
Erya nodded and said in a rare move: "Grandpa, can you tell me again the story of the first saint of the Yuxu Sect?"
At this time, Old Huangtou was surprised to find that Erya's voice was not as rough as the mother she passed on to, but was as sweet and melodious as the sound in the empty valley.
At least, Old Huangtou had never heard such a pleasant sound in the area where mortals lived except in that place in his life.
But seeing the scars on Erya's face, Old Huangtou shook his head sadly and said nothing. He sat on the ridge of the field, patted his side, and said kindly: "Come and sit, Grandpa, I will tell you. You are the first one who has not tired of listening to it for three years. In this regard, you are comparable to Aunt Li in the village." Even more awesome!"
From the age of four to the age of seven, this child still wanted to listen. Old Huangtou himself was surprised.
Erya seemed to have heard Old Huangtou praising her, and a smile appeared on her face, but her scars were affected by the smile. This smile was even scarier than not smiling at all.
After all, Old Huangtou was a person who had seen the "big world". He didn't show any emotion when he saw this. Instead, he pondered for a moment and laughed in a low voice:
"Seeing as you have listened to my story for three years, I want to tell you something different this time, but... what I told you today cannot be told to others, can you do it?"
Erya nodded, she didn't have many friends to begin with, and as for her father, it was even more impossible for her to say anything to him.
Old Huangtou seemed to understand this, and quickly entered the state. He gritted his teeth and said: "Actually, back then... I was an ordinary handyman of Yuxu Sect, and... I was on the First Saintess Peak!"
Erya looked curious. She didn't understand why she was interested in these things, but children wouldn't think so much. She wanted to know, so she came over to listen.
Obviously, Old Huangtou will tell her more stories today.
Old Huangtou seemed to be lost in memories, his eyes full of enthusiasm and longing:
"The world of immortals is unimaginable to mortals. They fly into the sky and escape from the earth, and are omnipotent. However, those immortals do not call themselves immortals, but call themselves cultivators. The more popular term is 'monks.' I only found out about this after I joined the sect, and the first saint of Yuxu Sect is really a fairy-like figure. I was... "
Old Huangtou talked very happily, and Erya listened with rapt attention. Time passed quickly, and soon it was getting dark.
Old Huangtou had no choice but to postpone his explanation. After sending Erya to Hedong, he turned around and went home. Only Erya's family lived in Hedong. If they didn't send Erya away, he wouldn't worry.
He had lived alone for a long time in recent years and felt too lonely. Besides, Erya was not tired of his nagging, so he also considered adopting her.
However, every time he thought of Erya's troublesome father, Old Huangtou had no choice but to give up.
To the east of the river, there are mostly wastelands. Only one field has been cultivated, and that is the field in front of Erya's house.
More than ten years ago, there were many more village households in Hedong than in Hexi. However, due to many disasters, only Erya's family remained in Hedong.
squeak
In front of the thatched earth-walled courtyard, Erya carefully opened the door and poked her head in. There was a faint look of panic in her ears and eyes.
Seeing that there was no one in the courtyard, Erya breathed a sigh of relief, rushed in, closed the courtyard door, walked to the earthen stove in the corner of the courtyard, and started to light a fire to cook.
But before the fire was started, a faint voice filled with anger suddenly sounded.
"You damn girl, you still know how to come back?!"