On the vast sky, a supreme being was injured, and he was besieged by several people!
There was a righteous saying: "Xuan Huang, this is the general trend, and you can't stop it!"
The man called Xuanhuang is the famous Xuanhuang Immortal.
At this time, his breath was unstable, his body was covered with blood holes, and several people surrounded him. He could not last long.
"You old men, you pretend to be a chess player... What good is it for you to play chess?
Once they came in, the consequences were unimaginable. "
Among them, another immortal old man stood up and said, "Xuanhuang, this place doesn't support us to go further. Why don't we welcome new life together?"
"Bah, you old man, only for yourself. Do you know that if you let them in, the world will be ruined! You are useless!"
The immortal old man retreated and lowered his head helplessly.
Xuanhuang looked around at everyone present and seemed to want to imprint their appearance on his heart.
Everyone who was watched by him bowed their heads one after another, because they were not benevolent and righteous first.
Xuanhuang sneered: "Today I set up a barrier with all my strength, and the Outland will not be invaded for ten thousand years. I will die, and my descendants will seal this place again on my behalf!"
He pointed at it from afar, and the sound spread all over the sky and the earth. Runes covered the sky and disappeared in a flash.
Runes and the sky are the same color, but they form a barrier.
But the dark yellow, the flesh and blood on his body immediately turned into dust, and there was a torrent of water inside that turned into a meteor.
The meteor did not linger, and crashed into the lower hillside, and the top of the towering mountain was instantly flattened!
The meteor passed quickly, and several people in the air looked at each other. They looked at each other and left at the same time.
However, after countless years of precipitation, the originally flattened mountain top is overgrown with weeds.
Where the meteor falls, it gradually forms a pool of water, surrounded by trees.
After another hundred years, a city has been formed near the mountain. It is no longer sparsely populated and prosperous.
And people gradually came to live on the mountain.
There are two villages, several households, and the mountain is big. Residents can't see each other on weekdays.
"My dear," the woman lifted her throat and shouted, "Come here quickly, the old man has sprained his foot."
The boy called Xiaotian was chopping firewood. When he heard the old man's ankle sprained, he was shocked and ran to it.
Xiao Tian is fourteen or fifteen years old. He is not strong, but he looks very strong.
"Old man, old man. Are you all right?" Xiaotian picked up the old man who fell in the room and asked, "How did you fall? You were so careless. Usually you were asked to be careful, but you didn't listen. Now you're all right!"
The old man bowed his head and said nothing.
Xiaotian felt bad when he saw the old man like this. He quickly comforted him: "Forget it, it's OK. Don't worry, old man. You can have a good rest. I'll come to the family."
The old man nodded slightly, but did not speak.
Xiaotian felt uncomfortable when he saw the "cheerful" old man like this, but he didn't know how to comfort him. So he motioned to the woman standing beside him and told him to take care of the old man, "Mom, please."
Xiaotian went out without looking back.
But I don't know, when I went out on a small day. The old man's eyes flashed a fleeting hint of the success of the plot.
But it is true that Xiao Tian is 15 years old today. It is also time to let him go out to see the world.
Just being kept in the dark, Xiao Tian didn't know it was the old man's plan.
Xiaotian stretched out and came to the pile of firewood, which was as high as a hill! And so many firewood should be chopped before sunset. Now the old man has sprained his foot, so he will be entrusted with the task of selling the firewood at the bottom of the mountain.
It's very dangerous to walk on the road at night. The old man said that there are many strange creatures on the mountain road at night. If you are unlucky, you can't come back easily
Xiaotian shook his head and didn't want to go on. Pick up the axe on one side, and with the other hand, put the firewood on the stone brick, and the axe fell down
The firewood was split in an instant without any pause. Xiaotian picked up another firewood, and the axe fell down again
I don't know how long it has passed.
Xiaotian finally raised his head and wiped the sweat on his forehead with his hands. Looking to the west, the sun was about to set, leaving only a little exposed outside with a little afterglow.
Fortunately, Xiaotian exhaled. At last, it's too late. Pick up the firewood scattered around, tie them together with a thick and long rope, and then tie a dead knot at the tail to his back.
Usually, the old man does this when he wants to go down the mountain. Xiaotian does the same. He takes all the firewood, shakes his body, and walks out of the door.
Night is coming soon, which is a special experience for Xiaotian. At home, Xiaotian's task is to cut firewood in the mountain in the morning, carry the firewood home after cutting it, and chop it before sunset. The rest is left to the old man.
In the past, Xiaotian didn't go out at night. These are the things the old man wants to do. But now the old man has a sprain. Everything depends on him. Nobody can count on it.
Before he went too far, Xiaotian began to breathe heavily. This pile of firewood is too heavy. The weight of the firewood as high as a hill is all added to a 15-year-old boy. The boy can't help but feel unbearable.
Every step is a footprint sink, because the mountain road is full of sand, it is easy to inadvertently, Xiaotian's clean shoes are a little dirty, Xiaotian looks down, his eyes are reluctant to give up, he only has one pair of straw shoes a month, and his mother stayed up late to make a pair for him!
As a result, it was dirty by the sediment.
However, he cannot rest. We must hurry back before tomorrow morning and wake up after a good sleep. Otherwise, I don't have the strength to cut firewood, so I have to speed up.
Xiaotian gritted his teeth, shook his firewood and walked down the mountain step by step. In fact, he admired the old man a little, because every day the firewood was as heavy as it is now, but the old man insisted on it.
Even the old man can persist. Why not Xiaotian?
Drops of sweat beads fell down the firm face. The sun had already set down the mountain unconsciously, and darkness began to erode the earth!
I don't know how many steps I have taken, but Xiaotian's legs are numb. Just remember to stick to it. The old man and his mother were waiting for him at home to have dinner. He forgot everything else.
In the distance, from the small voice, the noise became more and more loud as the boy moved forward. The boy finally opened his mouth and giggled happily.
Stone City, here we are.
