Is this all a dream?

The night is full of mountains and forests, and heavy rain pours on the muddy slopes,

Stones all over the ground, creek-like mudflows, half-buried tree debris, and 'flat' hillsides washed away by mudflows like plows,

The young man knelt on the ground, looking at the mountain with wide eyes.

Rain and tears mixed together all over his face...

...

The boy was born in the second year of the Republic of China, when the Beiyang government came to power. The huge dynasty that had existed for more than two hundred years and had been rotten to the core collapsed not long ago.

He was born in a county in northern China to a relatively wealthy family.

He didn't have many memories of that period. He only heard about the end of the dynasty when the Qing Dynasty's banknotes were reduced to waste paper, banks were run, provinces became independent, and people were panicked through a few words from the old man in the alley.

But he soon felt it in his childhood, feeling the turmoil and chaos left by the collapse of that dynasty.

Two warlords fought and his father died.

Without his backbone, his mother had no choice but to take him out of the county and join relatives in his hometown in the countryside.

Life in the countryside is very hard. It's so hard that you have to pay 60-70% tax on an acre of land. It's so hard that you have to borrow money to survive when there's a drought. It's so hard that you have to do your best just to live.

What's even more painful is that his mother has pneumonia, a terminal illness that cannot be cured.

Relying on having studied in the county town, different from other children’s ignorant intellectual thinking, relying on this only advantage, and the charity of kind-hearted villagers,

As an orphan, he relied on himself and tried his best to survive in this era.

But even so, such days did not last long,

More and more people in the village have their land taken away at low prices. If they want to farm on the land, they can only work as tenants for the landlords, but this will require more grain to be handed over, and what is left cannot be sold at a high price.

Because of some treaty, a large amount of foreign grain dumping, and the warlords nearby started fighting again and raised taxes,

Many people finally have no choice but to flee their hometown.

And left with the villagers, sleeping rough all day, homeless, trekking through deserted mountain roads, and sleeping in the woods one night,

Recalling the experiences since childhood, facing the unknown fate ahead,

For the first time, the boy had some kind of desire that he couldn't explain clearly.

The next second, a white light came in front of his eyes.

The wide and smooth roads, the four- and five-story high-rise buildings on the roadside, the telephone poles and cars on the street, the buildings even hundreds of meters away, and the dance halls with neon lights and foreign writing,

And those dark monsters like ghosts and gods in this deserted city,

Compared with the dilapidated mud and brick houses in the countryside and the low wooden buildings in alleys in the county, everything in front of me is beyond recognition and seems to be another world.

While escaping, he unleashed all his survival instincts and finally stabbed a dark monster to death with his sword.

Listening to the unclear voice in my head,

The young man found himself back at the place where he had slept rough before.

Then, he saw the scene in front of him,

Stones all over the ground, creek-like mudflows, half-buried tree debris, 'flat' hillsides washed away by mudflows like plows,

A scene after a natural disaster during heavy rain.

Hey, where are the people? Where are the fires? Where have all the folks gone?

The moment this thought came out, a huge panic gripped his heart. The young man was in a state of embarrassment and desperately began to search nearby.

He found that he could move for a long time in the heavy rain, and he found that he could see very far in the dark.

His clothes were soaked, his voice was hoarse from shouting, and his hands were covered with scars.

But even so, he found nothing.

There were only mountains and forests buried by mudflows nearby, and he was the only one left on this hillside.

After realizing a certain possibility, the search suddenly stopped. I had almost exhausted my strength, and my consciousness began to blur in the heavy rain.

Memories of past childhood, the scene of the world just now, and images of the disaster before our eyes intertwinedly emerged.

Is this all a dream?

The young man knelt on the ground, looking at the mountain with wide eyes.

Rain and tears mixed together all over his face.

Then at this moment! He heard a low sound coming from the top of the mountain!

In his field of vision, a dark outline covering the top of the mountain, fueled by the heavy rain, rushed toward him from above like a wave!

At the moment when a natural disaster strikes, the instinct to survive overwhelms everything else.

But after realizing that he had no strength at all and could not run away from the torrent, he could only rely on the voice in his mind just now and hold a long sword out of thin air.

The young man tried his best to insert it in front of his body to stimulate the power in his body again.

The kind of power that helped him escape in the city and finally kill a dark monster.

The next moment when the dark torrent rushed in, the faint patterns on the sword's edge lit up, and the slender and straight blade in front of him held up a barrier.

In the rumbling waves of mud and rocks, the boy's figure struggling to survive was like a rock against the torrent!

Then when he faced it personally, he realized how terrifying the power of this torrent was, and then he accepted that the villagers would never be spared their deaths.

The rain was pouring down, and I couldn't see anything clearly. I gritted my teeth in the torrent of mud and rocks, but I was unable to cope with the natural disaster.

The young man felt that the 'strength' supporting this power was about to disappear...

Am I going to die too...

Exhausted, the rain was pouring, he recalled his parents, his childhood, and the appearance of his fellow villagers. When he was in the mud flow and his eyes were about to close, this thought came to his mind,

But at this moment when he could hardly hold the hilt of the sword,

A sword light suddenly lit up from a distance, and dozens of meters of sword marks penetrated the torrential rain, causing a roar like cutting off a river and striking the torrent above the boy!

In an instant, the life and death crisis subsided. The young man stumbled forward and knelt down again.

The torrent of confusion suddenly subsided. On the muddy hillside after the natural disaster, he looked at the ravine that appeared out of thin air in front of him, and at the figure of a man who appeared beside him from unknown time.

The other party was wearing a long robe of unknown dynasty and was holding only an oil umbrella, but the heavy rain was completely blocked.

After realizing that the other party had saved him, his face was sluggish due to the heavy rain, and his consciousness had long been blurred.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The boy subconsciously looked at the other person and asked hoarsely:

"Are you a fairy...?"

I happened to be traveling around here, and while drinking alone on a rainy night, I sensed a faint demonic aura, so I came over to take a look out of curiosity.

Qingzhi looked at the young man in front of him who was covered with traces of suffering with a complicated expression:

"I'm not."

But he didn't seem to hear his answer. The young man kneeling on the muddy hillside just reluctantly got up and stumbled in front of him,

"If you were an immortal...could you tell me..."

As if still trapped in the revolving door of memories, the young man's unconscious voice was weak and pleading,

"Why are so many warlords at war with each other...Why do ordinary people have to wait to die if they get pneumonia?"

The heavy rain was still falling. He held on to the man's arm and suppressed his low, hoarse voice from crying. The tears on his face gradually rose to the level of an emotional shout:

"Why can't the villagers survive in the countryside...Why can we only escape from the countryside! Why do they still die after they try so hard!?"

I listened to his questions wordlessly, and it seemed that the person he was questioning was not me.

Rather, he is questioning this cannibalistic world and this era.

Qingzhi listened to the boy's final words that broke into tears.

"Why...human life...is so fragile!"

On a night when it rained continuously, the night watchman finally looked at the fainted young man in front of him, sighed and covered his figure with an oil umbrella...

....

After that...

Qingzhi took the boy with him, and a small figure appeared next to the bold and free-spirited night watchman.

The two started traveling together. They walked through the busy city of the county and the farmland in the countryside together.

Together we walked through the streets and alleys amidst shouts, and through famous mountains and rivers amidst the chirping of birds.

Riding a carriage together across the streets, riding a fishing boat down the river together,

Then I don’t know whether it was a month or a few months like this, but Qingzhi finally led the boy into a stretch of mountains and rivers.

Finally we came to a mountain.

Is there this mountain here...?
To be continued...