Qingshui Circle.
This was a world that had existed for more than hundreds of millions of years. The origin of the world had long been untraceable. Only in the ancient mythological books collected by various cultivation sects could it be found sporadically.
But the only thing that could be confirmed was that there had been a sage in this world!
After hundreds of millions of years of development, the whole Qingshui Circle consisted of three provinces, hundreds of large regions, and many overseas islands. Cultivation was prevalent, and there were countless large and small sects.
Jiuzhou Region was just an inconspicuous small region among hundreds of large regions.
However, in the past thousand years, the name of Jiuzhou Region was "well-known". Even the top cultivation forces in Shangxian Province knew this name.
In the entire Qingshui Circle, anyone who had a little understanding of cultivation affairs would be familiar with this name.
Not for anything else, but because it was the source of the "Bloody Accident of Samsara" that killed countless cultivation geniuses in major sects!
"Back then! The first holy girl of Yuxu Sect opened the Reincarnation Mirror, and countless talents entered it to compete for opportunities. Every time I think of all kinds of grand occasions, I feel excited! But hundreds of years later, the treasure reincarnation only reached the second level. A large number of cultivation geniuses and future giants died in it, and their souls were destroyed! "
"All the major sects were in a panic and gathered in one place to find a solution. But in less than a year, the remaining 99% of the geniuses in the Reincarnation Mirror died! On that day, the sky of our Jiuzhou Region was blood red! "
"Unfortunately, in the end, the Reincarnation Mirror collapsed by itself and broke into countless pieces and scattered in all circles. No one could know the truth of that year."
Next to a low and dilapidated village, under a shady big banyan tree, a white-bearded old man in a patched coat was holding a cattail leaf fan. He couldn't help sighing, as if he was recalling the tragic situation of that year, and the wrinkles on his face were all bunched up.
In front of him, several little radishes, who seemed to be no more than four or five years old, tilted their heads and blinked, with a puzzled look.
However, they were still full of interest, squatting beside the old man and unwilling to leave.
There were no cultivators in the village, and only the young men in the family practiced martial arts. There were no teachers either. The funniest person in the village was the old farmer who liked to talk about immortals.
However, the things that the old farmer said were interesting to the adults in the village at first, and they treated it as a fairy tale. Later, the old farmer said it too many times, and it was inevitable that people would get annoyed. As a result, after several years, as long as the old farmer sat down and wanted to say something, the other villagers would find an excuse to leave. Only a group of children would never get tired of it.
However, despite this being the case, the old farmer still said it again and again. Regardless of whether others heard it or not, he had to say it for himself to hear. If he didn't say it, then the pain in his heart would be impossible to get rid of, and he would go mad from resentment.
The old farmer took this to heart and never mentioned it to anyone.
"Old Huang! You're still going on and on about it? All the sweet potatoes in your field have been stolen by Buttface, who lives by the river! "
When the woman who came out to feed the chickens saw the situation under the tree, an unhappy expression flashed across her face. She immediately shouted loudly. The old farmer's complexion immediately changed. He staggered as he got up. He didn't care that he had lost a straw shoe and ran towards his sweet potato field, causing the children to burst into laughter.
After the old farmer left, the children felt quite bored. A group of children ran to the woman, and a little fat boy jumped out and hugged her, calling her "mother" coquettishly.
The woman immediately beamed with joy. Seeing that most of the other families were girls, she was quite complacent. She didn't forget to warn her son,
"Daniu, don't listen to Grandpa Huang.
Yes, everything he said was a lie. "
"I know!"
The little fat boy nodded his head obediently. Then he couldn't help but ask curiously, "Mother, are there really immortals in this world? What is the cultivation that Grandpa Huang mentioned? "
The woman rolled her eyes. "If there are so many immortals, why is your Grandpa Huang still farming in our village? Don't talk about cultivation! Go back and practice your strength, or how can you be a hunter in the future?"
"Oh."
The little fat boy responded and was no longer curious. The woman looked at the remaining girls who hadn't left. She turned into the house and took out a bag of dried sweet potatoes. Maybe one of them would be her son's daughter-in-law in the future. It was always good to leave a good impression.
However, when she got to the last girl, the smile on her face immediately faded. She fumbled around in the bag and only took out one sweet potato. In the end, she seemed to think it was too much, so she added another sweet potato and placed it in the girl's hand.
"You little girl, don't play around. Go back and take care of your father."
The girl lowered her head and silently put away the dried sweet potato. She didn't say anything and left. She was heading for her home.
Seeing her go far, the woman withdrew her gaze. Her face immediately became stern. She pulled her son's ear and scolded,
"How many times have I told you? Don't play with this jinx. Why don't you listen to me?"
The little fat boy was dissatisfied this time and shouted, "Mother, isn't Erya a little ugly? She is a good person and often goes to the mountain to bring snacks for us. Why don't you let me play with her? "
The woman immediately got angry. She grabbed the little fat boy and began to spank him, "Are you still not obedient? When did I hurt you? And that Erya, how can she be ugly? If you play with her again, other brothers and sisters will not play with you! "
The little fat boy was beaten and cried. Coupled with the serious consequences his mother said, he suddenly shouted,
"Mother! Stop it, dad … Come and save me! I won't play with Erya anymore!! "
…
At this moment, in front of the sweet potato field, Huang stopped on the ridge of the field panting. His face was as black as the bottom of a pot. All the sweet potatoes in the field were not missing. The little wife of the Zhang family was really eloquent. What she said seemed to be true, which almost made him run half to death.
"Well, I'll talk to the old boy of the Zhang family later."
After two breaths, Huang turned around and was about to go back, but he found another thin girl standing on the ridge of the field.
The little girl's skin was very white, as if the fierce sunlight couldn't leave a single trace on her body. However, this kind of whiteness was mostly due to malnutrition. Her thin and small body gave the illusion that she could be crushed with one hand.
She was so thin that she did not look like a child of seven or eight years old at all, so she still mingled with children of four or five years old. But even so, the crisscrossing, spider-web-like scars on her face still made it impossible for her to find a playmate.
The atmosphere was silent for a while —
Huang was surprised. The iconic scars on her face quickly reminded him who the little girl in front of him was, "Aren't you … Erya from the east side of the river?"
Erya nodded and rarely said, "Grandpa, can you tell me the story of the first holy girl of Yuxu Sect again?"
At this time, Huang was surprised to find that Erya's voice was not as rough as that of her mother, who was transferred to another family. Instead, it was like the sound of an empty valley, sweet and beautiful.
At least, Huang had never heard such a beautiful voice in the area where mortals lived in his life except in that place.
But seeing the scars on Erya's face, Huang shook his head regretfully and did not say much. He sat on the ridge, patted the place beside him, and said kindly, "Come and sit down. I will tell you. You are the first one who is not tired of listening to me for three years. In this respect, you are better than Aunt Li in the village!"
From four years old to seven years old, the child still wanted to listen, which surprised Huang himself.
Erya seemed to hear that Huang was praising her, and a smile appeared on her face. But the scars moved with the smile, which was more terrible than not smiling.
After all, Huang was a person who had seen the "big world". Seeing this, he did not show any different expression. Instead, he pondered for a moment and laughed in a low voice,
"For the sake of listening to my story for three years, I will tell you something different this time. But … what I tell you today, you can't tell others. Can you do that?"
Erya nodded. She had no friends. As for her father, it was even more impossible for her to tell him anything.
Huang seemed to understand this and quickly got into the mood. He gritted his teeth and said, "Actually, in those days … I was an ordinary handyman of Yuxu Sect, and … I was on the Mount of the First Holy Girl!"
Erya showed curiosity. She did not understand why she was interested in these things, but children would not think so much. She wanted to know, so she came to listen.
Obviously, Huang would tell her more stories today.
Huang seemed to be lost in memories, and his eyes were full of fanaticism and longing,
"The world of immortals is beyond the imagination of mortals. They fly in the sky and are omnipotent. But those immortals do not call themselves immortals, but call themselves cultivators. More commonly, they call themselves' practitioners'. I didn't know this until I joined the sect. The First Holy Girl of Yuxu Sect was really a fairy-like figure. In those days, I was … "
Huang had a great time talking, and Erya was also fascinated. Time passed quickly, and soon it was dark.
Huang had no choice but to postpone the story. After sending Erya to the east side of the river, he turned home. Erya's family lived in the east side of the river. If he did not send her home, he would not be at ease.
He had lived alone for a long time these years and felt too lonely. In addition, Erya was not tired of his nagging, so he had the idea of adopting her.
However, every time he thought of Erya's troublesome father, Huang could only give up.
In the east side of the river, there were mostly wastelands, and only one piece of land was reclaimed, which was the one in front of Erya's family.
More than ten years ago, there were more villagers in the east side of the river than in the west side of the river. But because of many disasters, only Erya's family stayed in the east side of the river.
Squeak —
In front of the earthen courtyard covered with thatch, Erya carefully pushed the door open and poked her head in. Her ears and eyes were faintly filled with panic and fear.
Seeing that there was no one in the courtyard, Erya breathed a sigh of relief. She rushed in, closed the door, and walked to the earthen stove in the corner of the courtyard to start a fire to cook.
But before the fire could be ignited, a faint voice filled with anger suddenly rang out.
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