"Sister! Let's dig a well! "The boy's cute and innocent face showed some anticipation.
"Okay!" The girl clapped her hands and hurriedly started digging in the wet mud beside the river.
Her little face was full of mud, but it couldn't hide the joy in her eyes.
The well was quickly dug, and they carefully used a few small stones to build a well platform.
"Sister, look, it's exactly the same as the well in our village!" The boy was so happy that he kept jumping.
"Yes! I heard from mother that there's a moon in the well. Why don't we put the moon in too? " The girl casually took a branch and inserted it into the well. "Every night, the moon will float up from the well. It's so beautiful just imagining it."
"Yes! Let's watch the moon here tonight! "The boy's face was full of longing.
The scene changed. An extremely beautiful young girl was walking slowly along the riverside with a heroic young man.
"Brother, you're going out to explore tomorrow! You have to be careful! "The girl looked at the young man worriedly and whispered to him.
"Sister, don't worry. I'll definitely come back alive. I'll bring back many good things for sister, the best rouge, the most beautiful clothes, the most exquisite jewelry … I still want to marry sister!" The young man's face was full of anticipation, looking forward to that day.
Actually, they weren't biological siblings. The sister was just an orphan that their parents picked up.
"Sister will wait for you to come back!" The girl squatted down and said to her brother, "Brother, do you still remember our little well when we were young?"
"I remember! We even waited here for the whole night to see the moon rise from the well. In the end, we were beaten up by father! "The young man recalled the past, and a silly smile appeared on his face.
"Let's make another well!" The girl suggested.
"Okay!"
The well was already done. This time, it was much more exquisite. The young man even found a broken piece of metal and inserted it into the bottom of the well.
"Brother, you have to come back!" The tears in the girl's eyes fell into the small well, creating ripples.
"Wait for me!"
The scene changed again. A tall and beautiful girl stood at the edge of the village and looked into the sky. Her vision was blurred by tears.
"Brother! It's been ten years. You promised to come back. I don't want my rouge, clothes, jewelry. I just want you to come back! "The girl choked with sobs and her voice was hoarse.
"Father and Mother have both passed away. Where should I go? Will you come back? "The young girl's eyes were unfocused, as if she had lost the courage to continue living.
Another ten years passed. The hair on the beautiful woman's forehead had turned white. Her tears had dried up and her eyes had lost their light. Step by step, she walked out of the village towards the unknown.
On this day, a golden light shone in the sky above the village, and a magnificent skyscraper slowly emerged from the void. A heroic young man slowly walked out of the skyscraper and landed in the village in high spirits.
The young man carried several large bags in his hands, which were filled with beautiful clothes, exquisite jewelry, and rouge that emitted a faint fragrance.
His footsteps were light and quick. He didn't care about the awe and strangeness in the eyes of the villagers around him. He jogged towards a corner of the village, towards that familiar grass hut.
Soon, the young man let out a heart-wrenching cry of grief, because the thatched cottage in front of him was in a miserable state. In front of a grave in the small courtyard, there was a wooden plaque that had been eroded by wind and frost, and two familiar names were carved crookedly on it.
"Father! Mother! "The young man threw down the bag in his hand and kowtowed.
"Elder sister! Elder sister! "The young man seemed to have thought of something, and crazily ran out to ask the teary-eyed neighbors.
What he got was an answer that made him feel as if he had been struck by lightning. Three years ago, his elder sister had cried until her eyes went blind. She staggered out of the village and walked towards the direction where he had disappeared.
The young man's body leaped, and rushed into the sky, following the road out of the village.
"Boom!"
Flying in front of a small mountain, the young man felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and his body crashed into the ground, creating a huge crater.
On the peak of the small mountain, a white skeleton was leaning against a tree. It pointed a finger into the distance, as if it was looking into the endless distance.
The young man was in great sorrow, and walked towards the peak of the mountain step by step. His feet were as heavy as lead, and every step he took would cause a sharp pain in his heart.
He didn't want it to be like what he had imagined, and he only hoped that he would never be able to finish this distance.
The young man knelt in front of the white skeleton, and kowtowed again and again. He murmured in pain, and fainted again and again.
In the end, the young man put the white skeleton into his storage space, and kept it by his side. He constantly nourished it with his own blood and flesh.
He swore to cultivate diligently, and to enter the netherworld to revive his sister …
After returning to the sect, the young man began to build a well in his cave, and in the well was a crude sword embryo. Every night, he would accompany the white skeleton to watch the bright moon reflected in the well …
Over time, the white skeleton gave birth to a spirit. One day, it suddenly walked into the well, and a bright moon rose from the mouth of the well. The resplendent light sprinkled all over the cave, and it disturbed the cultivation of the person inside.
At this time, the young man was already a middle-aged man. He looked at the bright moon in the well, and his eyes were filled with tears.
The middle-aged man's magic power had reached the heavens, and with a flip of his palm, the well fell into his hand.
"Sister! I'll bring you to kill the enemy! "The middle-aged man's voice was hoarse, and his fingernails pierced deeply into his flesh.
The sword embryo in the well vibrated gently, as if a woman was nodding her head.
From then on, the man, the well, and the bright moon moved unhindered in the boundless primordial chaos, killing evil spirits and intimidating the heavens and myriad worlds.
"Weng!" Zhao Yuande suddenly opened his eyes, and at this time, his face was already filled with tears.
The sword hilt in his hand was still vibrating, and it let out a soft whimper, as if it was softly recounting the past!
"I will definitely cherish you! I will definitely return to that place in your memories! I will definitely not let you down! "Zhao Yuande gently stroked the sword hilt, and his voice was firm and resolute.
"Zheng!"
Zhao Yuande heard the sound of a sword, and he felt the space around him changing. He found himself standing in the alley again.
And in the palm of his left hand, there was a small ancient well, and a bright moon was flickering in the well.
"My name is the Moon in the Well!"
A cold and aloof voice slowly sounded in his sea of knowledge.
"My name is Zhao Yuande!"
"…"
Zhao Yuande waited for a long time, but he didn't hear any more voices, and he couldn't help but scratch his head.
Only now did he see that not far from him, there was a scholar in white lying down.
The scholar in white was pale, and there were a few sparkling water droplets on his face that shone with a silvery white light.
"He is the Demon Suppressing Mountain Pass' Godking expert who was spying on you earlier!" Wan Yao's voice sounded in his ears, and his voice was filled with longing, "I didn't think that the famous old well would be subdued by you!"
"She is the Moon in the Well! I didn't subdue her, but she chose me! " Zhao Yuande shook his head, and a trace of sadness appeared on his face. Thinking of the scene just now, his heart was as firm as steel, but he actually wanted to cry.
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