Chen State, border, Muyan Village, is autumn.

In the bleak autumn wind, Chen Mo knelt down heavily at the entrance of the village, bowed three times and nine times, and when he stood up again, blood had already oozed out of his forehead.

He didn't even go to wipe it, but just looked at the villagers who were also standing in the autumn wind at the entrance of the village, his eyes turned red and red, but he forced himself to hold it back.

Years of war and severe drought, it is no longer the four words "The people's life are miserable" that can describe the hardships of life. What's more, life in the small villages in the border are already difficult, so how can we resist the torture of both natural disasters and man-made disasters?

By this autumn, there was no other young and strong man in the village except Chen Mo. He suffered another severe drought and there was no harvest in the field.

After some discussion, the elderly village chief finally made the final decision, took out a token passed down from the village and handed it over to Chen Mo, and asked him to take the token to Wufeng Town to find a place called Lieyang Martial Arts Hall.

"The owner of the museum is an amazing person, so he can only bet on whether he can help our Muyan Village in view of the friendship of his ancestors, so that the traitor who forces our village can be a little more concerned, and it will be easier to overcome this difficulty."

"No matter how bad it is, if we can keep it in you, and pass on some of your martial arts skills, and give you a foothold, it will be considered that our Muyan Village will be out of reach."

This is what the village chief explained to Chen Mo and it is also the last expectation of the village chief.

But the hometown is hard to leave. Even if it is poor or broken, it is a place for birth and nurturing. When thinking of this layer, Chen Mo felt even more sad. Looking around, the land that was cracked due to drought and the distant mountains that were almost deserted due to war, are now irreplaceable in his heart.

But he could not show any fragility. After a deep conversation with the village chief last night, he felt that the entire village was carried on his shoulders. He had to be strong and survive, otherwise he would let down all the expectations of the villagers.

"Let's go, kid. Now the world is uneven. When you are away, be patient in everything, and be more cautious and alert. People's hearts are not the same. Although the thought of doing evil cannot be achieved, the intention of being guarded against others must be avoided." Seeing that Chen Mo bit his lip and refused to leave for a long time, the village chief took two steps forward and gave him some advice.

Besides, what else can be said? What should be explained has been explained. Words are just words. The difficulty of survival is now the world's children can only rely on themselves.

"Yes." Chen Mo choked in his throat and couldn't say anything extra. He could only focus his head and bowed again. Then he looked at it reluctantly, and finally turned around and left resolutely.

In the desolate breeze, Chen Mo's thin back seemed even more desolate. Several women standing at the entrance of the village couldn't help but cry softly. Everyone knew whether Chen Mo could survive after leaving was a different story.

Because there was no Wufeng Town and no Lieyang Martial Arts Hall at all, these words were fabricated just to send Chen Mo away.

Although he didn't leave, he would not die if he was suffering in the village. But he could not escape the recruitment next month. No one in Muyan Village could survive when he went to the battlefield.

The only male child is a good kid who values ​​friendship. If he doesn't say that, he will definitely refuse to leave.

Looking at Chen Mo's back, the village chief's lips moved. At that moment, he wanted to stop Chen Mo. He left home like this at a young age. Facing such a sinister and chaotic world, who could bear it?

But the village chief still stood silently in the wind, just letting the wind blow away the tears beside his turbid eyes and lifting his pale hair.

The outside world is not as simple as ordinary people think. I hope that the child can find his own great opportunity with the extraordinary tokens he passed down from his ancestors, not only to survive in this chaotic world, but also to leaps on the dragon gate.

Half a month later.

The north, which was already early winter, had fine snow rising early. The wind and snow were hard to say, but it was already cold and cold.

Dongyu Lake is a big lake outside Shengyang City. It is not very strange on weekdays, but in winter, the entire lake will freeze early and be crystal clear, like a piece of jade. It is the most popular place for snow-watching and playing in Shengyang City by nobles and nobles.

At this time, on the banks of Dongyu Lake, a group of people were busy early, creating warm charcoal fires, hanging the wind-proof brocade curtains, dried pastries, dried fruits, wine, meat and food were transported to the pavilions like running water.

What a winter trip to enjoy the snowy scenery. Where can anyone care about the little beggar who is already dying under the Muyang tree?

"He's almost dead?" A woman who was busy with arrangements asked a man dressed in a low voice next to her.

In this world, death is not new. I can’t even take care of myself. I just want to ask for fear that I will die and ruin the feelings of the men who come to play. The unlucky ones are the servants.

"It seems that I can't live long. It's all because of the boys Ding Er and the others who are ruthless. This little beggar is sleeping here and just drive it away, there is no need to punch and kick it. How many times can his little body be hit?" The servant asked showed a look of indulgence, but his expression changed soon and he said coldly: "Aunt Li also reminded me that he would ask the boys Ding Er and the boys to deal with the boys who are young. Don't be stingy with a few silver dollars. Buy a roll of straw mats. People should be kind."

Having said that, the servant was busy himself. The implication was obvious, just find a place to bury the little beggar. A roll of straw mat is a great favor. As for whether the little beggar is really dead, it is not the scope of his concern. In short, burying it is just.

The place where the beggar was talking was less than ten meters away from the place where the beggar was lying. The servant and the woman did not deliberately lower their voices to cover up, so all these words were heard by the beggar.

"Is this going to bury me alive?" The little beggar who was originally lying on the ground finally moved. She seemed to be struggling to stand up. She had no choice but to move for a moment, and her body moved less than half a meter before she lay down heavily again.

Snowflakes fell on his face. Although he was ragged, his face was unexpectedly clean. When he looked closely, wasn't it Chen Mo who left the village half a month ago?

How could the villagers think that Chen Mo would fall into this field in just half a month? Even Chen Mo himself did not expect that he would be in a desperate situation in less than half a month.

Life in the village is hard, and I often hear the village chief mention the dangers of the world, but the village chief probably doesn’t know that the world is so dangerous?

Less than three days after walking out of the village, I met a group of bandits, saying they were bandits, but in fact they were just a group of hungry refugees. When they met the lonely Chen Mo, they rushed forward and snatched Chen Mo's baggage.

Among the bag were Chen Mo's only two pieces of washing clothes, as well as more than a dozen pancakes, plus a few twenty copper coins and a little bit of silver.

It’s okay to have clothes, but the pancakes and copper coins are unwilling to be eaten by the villagers themselves, and they are reluctant to use them. They have worked hard to make up Chen Mo’s money for the trip.

Chen Mo naturally refused to rely on it and fought desperately, but how could he, a fourteen-year-old child, fight against a group of hungry refugees? Not only was he robbed of that important burden, but even the tokens hidden in his arms were searched.

The token was Chen Mo's most important thing. Taking it away was like killing Chen Mo's life. He went crazy and was as fierce as a little wolf calf.

The bandits were probably frightened by Chen Mo's momentum and scattered. But the token was stolen, and only a inconspicuous bead was left.

Speaking of this token, it was originally an exquisite jade fan, with the spikes of the red silk ribbons woven into beautiful knots, and a white bead was built with exquisite techniques.

What Chen Mo left was the white bead, which was not bright, not exquisite, and inconspicuous.

"If I were going with this bead, would the people in the martial arts school still recognize it?" After this disaster, Chen Chong was both sad and upset, as strong as him, and his eyes were blurred with tears.

But he refused to give up because if things didn't work, how could he face the villagers who almost gave out the fine grain and money for him?

Go east, all the way east, I still have to go on.

After some rest, Chen Mo had only this idea. The village chief said that he would always find the Lieyang Martial Arts Hall when he went east and inquire about the towns along the way.

But he completely forgot that he had lost his money and had already been injured in the fight. How could he survive in this chaotic world?

He met many people, but no one helped him. He passed by many villages, and the poor people could not afford to spend a bowl of leftovers. He was kind enough to give him some cold water.

The injury that was not fatal was originally considered fatal, so how could I treat it? If I lack food and clothing, I can only delay it more and more.

God will never be more kind because of him alone. The weather is getting colder. How can a single clothes full of patches withstand the wind and snow?

It was already the limit for Chen Mo who lived with the roots of wild vegetable trees and clear water to walk outside Shengyang City.

On this snowy night, his body was so hot that he knew in a daze that he should not be buried by the wind and snow, which would wet his body. The instinct of survival made him use all his strength and staggered to the pavilion by the lake before he dared to fall asleep.

Unexpectedly, he was still sleeping and was beaten and kicked, and then threw it under the Muyang tree.

Only when you see those people busy and listen to those people's words can you realize that your existence has hindered the eyes of those masters and ruined the mood of those masters.

Now, I have to be buried alive!

At this moment, Chen Mo missed home, wanted to give birth to the dilapidated village, wanted to die, wanted to help the villagers who grew up, and wanted to love him the village chief who loved him the most.

In despair, he even remembered what the village chief said to him the night before leaving: "Mo'er, this world is not as simple as you see. There are immortals in this world! Do you know why our Muyan Village cannot be defeated? It is because the oldest ancestor in our Muyan Village is an immortal, and we always hope that our descendants can regain the glory of immortals... The ancestor teachings must not be forgotten!"

"If you live, you have to live well... If you live, there will be hope."
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