The world is weak, the human relationship is evil, and the rain sends the dusk and flowers are easy to fall.

The morning breeze is dry, the tears are broken, I want to write down my thoughts, and I speak alone on the slanting road.

People become different, but today is not yesterday, and life is often like a swing rope.

The sound of the horns is cold, the night is dull. The love and hatred of children are passed down forever.

Surrounded by vast mountains, a lonely mountain village is surrounded by green mountains and green water, making it seem inconspicuous.

Sitting on a hillside not far from the mountain village was a little boy in his teens.

The little boy is very thin and his body is even thin, as if he is even more thin and even more windy.

But at this time there was no wind. The smoke columns rising from the mountain village rushed straight into the sky and had not dissipated for a long time. What kind of smoke is this?

The dark clouds in the sky were about to cover the sun that was falling west. At this time, the sky was very dark, and it was extremely dry, hot and damp.

The little boy's hands were holding a book. I don't know if he had just finished reading it or put it here before he read it.

There are three big words clearly printed on the writing: Xiaoyao Jue.

The little boy looked at the sky blankly in his unsightly eyes, not knowing what he was thinking?

His eyes were dull and seemed to be out of breath, like a wooden sculpture. This is a person who has given up his heart and has such a look, like the eyes of a dead fish, motionless.

The little boy frowned, and he felt a pain in his chest. He couldn't help but reach out and touch it. He pulled open the clothes on his chest and looked.

There was a scar on the little boy's chest. At this time, the scar had turned bloody and seemed to be bleeding.

The scar is not long, and it is not wide. It seems to be caused by a narrow and thin weapon.

The wound is not shocking on a large scale. Now it looks like a shallow scar, but it is this scar that makes the little boy suffer.

How could a narrow and thin scar make this little boy so painful?

The little boy tidied his clothes, and at the moment the clothes were lifted, there was a shallow scar on his back!

The two exactly the same scars, and the scars at the same level, were actually scars caused by penetrating the body by slanting. This is the scar that penetrates through one blow.

It is penetrated by a sharp weapon, and this position is the heart part.

It is already a miracle to be able to survive by being penetrated, and it is a miracle among miracles.

But behind this miracle is the great pain that the little boy was given. It is precisely because of the wound that penetrated the little boy in pain that life is worse than death.

The damage to the Sanyin meridians by that blow was the root of his pain, and it was also the demon that devoured his life. His life was only one to three years at most.

The little boy's eyes were full of despair. Every day he lived was very painful. What he was suffering was not because of his worry that he would die every day, nor was he suffering from the pain that came from his body every moment. It was because he didn't know who he was or who his parents were. He had only one adopted father, who had raised him for ten years.

The little boy will suffer different pains anytime and anywhere. If the three yin meridians are damaged, the body will have different symptoms such as cold and hot, even sore, numbness, itch, swelling, and pain.

The occurrence of these symptoms is not immediate and is closely related to weather changes.

Now the little boy felt a pain, heart-wrenching pain, blood stasis on the wound, and severe pain forced him to cover the scars on his chest.

"It's going to rain! It's another rainy day, and it's not very difficult to bear." The little boy thought so.

"Yun'er, Yun'er, where are you?" A woman's voice came urgently, as if there was something urgent.

This woman is just a maid in charge of the boy's life. This maid is about thirty years old. She has been taking care of his life since the boy remembers. She is an indispensable figure in his life and a mother-like existence.

Now the maid is running over in a hurry, and she is sweating profusely, as if there is something urgent.

If it rains just, there is no need for the maid to be in such a hurry. He must have encountered something particularly anxious.

I really want to stand up, but even such a small action made it difficult for him to complete.

"I have to be strong and can't let my aunt worry!" Finally, he gritted his teeth and stood up in sweat, but he bent over and reached out to cover the scars.

Now, there was a sense of perseverance in his eyes, which was a look that a child of such an old age should not have appeared.

Ordinary children are still naughty children who are in their teens, but they seem to have understood many things. His childhood must be different from others.

"Aunt, what happened?" He finally stood up straight.

He is very sensible. He knows that the easier he acts, the easier the people around him will be, and there is no need to worry about him.

Of course, among the people around him, he valued the most the most. His adoptive father was too kind to him, even his biological father was just like this. He could not let his adoptive father have more feelings for him.

"Yun'er, something happened! Come with me!"

?The maid held a golden box in her hand and stuffed it into her hand. She picked him up and left, "Please put it away, there is a big secret about your life experience."

This maid has been carrying him on her back since she was a child because he was too weak and walking was extremely difficult. Although he kept walking by himself, showing his strength, in fact, he knew that he was just reassuring his aunt and adopted father.

Until he was so old, the maid was carrying a boy on her back. Although he grew up, his body was still as light as before, as if there was nothing else on his back.

Is it because his body is not heavy?

Naturally, his body is not as heavy as a child of the same age. How heavy can a bean sprout-like body be, but a child in his teens still has a good body.

The maid was light and jumped in the mountains with her back, like walking on the flat ground. But in just a few breaths, the maid's body trembled, her figure paused, and she almost fell down.

He hugged his aunt's neck tightly and did not dare to move. He was afraid that if he moved slightly, his aunt would be overwhelmed by him. He felt the maid's trembling. This was something that would never have happened before. What about aunt?

The maid was wet with sweat, and her body trembled even harder, but she could only breathe heavily, her legs trembled, and her knees were slowly bent.

A strong wind broke the tranquility of the mountains and forests. At the same time, the strong wind brought a damp breath, and then the raindrops as big as beans fell down.

The pouring rain suddenly came, making him feel clever and his body shrank, but it could not stop the heavy rain.

He stretched out his hand and wanted to grab the falling raindrops and keep it, but he couldn't do it.

The raindrops fell on the hands and turned into rainwater, flowing down the palms.

The water evaporated and rose into the air and turned into clouds. The clouds turned into rain again, fell to the ground, completing a cycle of reincarnation!

Its reincarnation is completed. When will its own reincarnation be completed? He thought so.

At this time, the maid was poured by the rain, and her body stabilized. I don’t know where she got her strength. She walked like a flying in the heavy rain, thinking about the mountain village in the valley.

Although the rain is loud and the wind is loud, it cannot stop the earth-shaking shouts of killing.

The always quiet mountain village suddenly became a Shura field, which made it impossible to believe.

The massacre is being carried out on a large scale. Who are these people? Why do they massacre their kind and hardworking village residents?

As the maid moved forward rapidly, his face turned pale. He saw the dead, the people who were killed. These people were the people they knew most on weekdays, and now they are dead.
Chapter completed!