Chronicles of Celestial Origins

The blood-stained earth flowed towards the low-lying area. The former junior brother at his feet had his head in a different place, his eyes were wide open, as if he was still dead.

The man named Tie looked at the head in front of him with an indifferent expression.

"Hey! Senior brother, you killed Junior Brother Xi, how are you going to explain it to the master now? He is the only descendant of the master in the world." The white-faced man next to him had a joking smile on his face.

"Did I kill him? Didn't you kill him?" The man named Tie showed no expression on his face and did not look back.

"Hahaha." The fair-faced man laughed a few times: "Senior brother, don't be angry. I was just joking. Junior Brother Xi was attacked by people from the Qian Yizong and unfortunately died. What we should be thinking about now is how to comfort the master after returning to the sect. His old man.”

"You don't need to worry about it. As a senior brother, I have an unshirkable responsibility and I will apologize to the master."

"Senior brother, there is no need to belittle yourself. I don't think master will blame you too much. The opponent's cultivation level is far better than yours and mine. This situation is probably unavoidable for anyone else."

The man named Tie remained silent.

The pale-faced man continued: "I heard that the master gave you a piece of spiritual armor. The master's preference for you is really enviable to us juniors."

"If you like it, I'll give it to you." The man named Tie turned his right hand, and a pair of black armor full of scales appeared in his hand, and he threw it to the man.

The pale-faced man took over the armor and said with a smile, "Thank you, senior brother, let's go! Don't keep master waiting."

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While the rich wine and meat smell, the road with frozen bone.

The cold wind is howling and snowflakes are flying. Pedestrians on the street are all holding their coats and huddled up. Occasionally, a few fast horses rush by. It is almost the end of the year, and every household is busy buying new year's goods.

The small families were chopping meat in the east and killing fish in the west, hurriedly moving forward in the snow with their hands full of goods, while the big families were riding big horses and pulling mules in a hurry.

"Go away, little beggar, don't stand in front of my shop, disturbing the customers and killing you." A man yelled in front of his shop.

The boy who was scolded hurriedly left. His body looked a little thin, unkempt, and ragged. He was dragging his feet, holding his body tightly with his hands, shivering in the snow.

The little boy is Tang Ning, a survivor of Tangliu Village. Starting from the second day after falling into the valley, his life changed dramatically.

There were dead people, bloodstains, and gnawed corpses all over the mountains and plains.

I have forgotten how I walked out of the valley, the mountain I walked out of, and the village I walked out of.

I don’t want to think about it, I don’t dare to think about it, but I still dream about that scene clearly every day.

The father who was drained of blood and only skin and bones were left, the mother who had half of her neck chewed off, Uncle Liu who had only half of his head left, and the fifth uncle Tang, fourth uncle Liu, and sixth uncle in the village...

what happened.

There are no living animals in the village. The dogs, chickens, crows, geese, and even the three pigs in the pigsty have been sucked dry of their blood, leaving only a pair of skin and bones.

My body was very cold and hungry, and I wanted to just fall down, close my eyes and never open them again, as if it was a dream.

But there was something in his heart that kept supporting him. He wanted to know what happened.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, he raised his head and saw a luxuriously decorated restaurant in front of him. From time to time, laughter and curses could be heard from inside.

After hesitating for a moment, he walked inside.

"What are you doing? This is not the place for you to come." Before he could take that step, two big men at the door pushed him away, and the huge force made him turn over involuntarily.

"I, I want something, I, my sister is sick." He got up and said timidly with his head lowered.

"Get out." A big man kicked him in the stomach and kicked him away: "If you dare to walk in again, I will beat you to death, you stinking beggar. You don't even look at where this place is. How dare you come here to beg for food?"

He held his stomach and rolled twice before struggling to get up.

"Go away yet." The man came up and kicked him on the body again.

This kick sent his whole body flying a foot or two, and his body lay on the ground unable to move.

"Next time you dare to go in, I'll see if I don't beat you to death." The big man said fiercely

After an unknown amount of time, he slowly stood up with his hands on the ground, bowed his body and walked forward. After walking for a while, he came face to face with a man carrying a burden.

Tangning could smell a scent from a distance of ten feet. It was the smell of scallion pancakes. His throat rolled unconsciously. As the two passed each other, his throat rolled a few more times.

"Hey, are they green onion pancakes? Give me some." A person from behind suddenly shouted

"Yes!" replied the man next to him.

"I can smell the fragrance from far away. Give me five." The man from behind walked quickly.

The man put down his burden, opened the curtain, and took out five pancakes for the man. Tangning's eyes drifted, and her hand reached out unexpectedly. She grabbed several pancakes with both hands and ran away.

"Hey, stop." The man shouted and immediately chased after him.

He ran as fast as he could, but was quickly caught up and pushed to the ground.

"You are such a stubborn beggar, you are robbing me of my things."

The man kept punching and kicking him, while yelling and cursing. Tangning lay on the ground and held the pancake tightly in her arms, refusing to let go.

After a while, the man stopped and said, "Forget it, if I beat you to death as a beggar, I will still have to sentence you. I'm in bad luck."

Tangning listened to his footsteps and then slowly stood up. She took out the green onion pancake in her arms, which was intact and still warm.

There was a burning pain in his forehead, chest and abdomen, and he endured the pain and walked forward quickly.

After walking for a long time, I came to a ruined temple. There were more than a dozen people lying inside, all in rags.

Tangning walked straight to a corner, where a similarly unkempt girl was lying there, looking motionlessly at the temple door.

The originally dull eyes brightened a lot after seeing him.

"Ruru, look, there is something to eat." Tangning took out the scallion pancake in her arms, helped her up, tore off a piece and fed it to her mouth.

The two of them have been begging along the road for three months since they left the village.

Since the beginning of winter, the weather has become colder and colder.

A few days ago, Liu Ruhan finally couldn't bear the food and fell ill. If she continues like this, she might not be able to survive this winter.

Along the way, Tang Ning also met many people who were as hungry and cold as they were. Many of them would never open their eyes once they were closed.

The fact that the two of them have been able to resist until now may be related to the fact that they have been eating Fairy Valley since they were young, and their health is slightly better than that of ordinary people.

The six slices of scallion pancakes were eaten quickly. The two of them had not eaten for two days. These pancakes relieved their hunger a little.

Tang Ning held Liu Ruhan in her arms and leaned against her body to keep warm. A woman's slight cry could be heard next to her.

He turned his head and saw a woman with her back to them, holding a bundle in her hands, her body twitching slightly.

This woman came here with them, begging along the way. She has a child, two or three years old, who was ill a few days ago.

She didn't cry loudly, but Tangning could feel the silent sadness and despair.

From her crying, Tangning deduced that the baby in her arms had passed away.

Maybe it was because she couldn't bear it, or because she was so sad that the rabbit died and the fox died, Tangning couldn't help but shed tears.

Today the baby is gone, but tomorrow it may be me.

Liu Ruhan huddled in his arms, saw his face covered with tears, and raised her little hand to wipe it for him.

Tangning looked at her weak appearance and felt even more scared, fearing that one day she would stop opening her eyes and leave her alone.

The dozen or so people in this temple are all old, weak, sick and disabled. Most of them he has seen before. They came to this place by begging all the way. There were originally more than thirty people, but only a dozen or so arrived here due to various reasons. Number person.

The name of this place is Nansha County. The reason why everyone comes here is because the governor here is a well-known good man, benevolent and loving, honest and wise. Under his rule, the people of Nansha County have enough food and clothing and live and work in peace and contentment.

In such a world, this place is undoubtedly a place of hope for homeless people like them.

They have been here for more than ten days. There is a kind man named Xu nearby who is very charitable and provides rice and porridge every day. However, he has not given any more charity these two days because of the snow.

Tang Ning hugged Liu Ruhan tightly. He actually had a destination in mind, but he hadn't found that place yet.

He asked many people along the way, but no one knew where that place was, and many people had never even heard of it.

But he knew that he had to go to that place, the Luoyun Mountains.

Only by going there can he know what happened in the village, and only by going there can he possibly get revenge.

Killing all the villages in one night, and leaving those miserable and strange corpses, is not something ordinary people can do. Only the legendary immortals have this kind of power.

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Night gradually fell, the sky became dark, and the temple was very quiet. The hardships and hardships of survival had made the people here numb. Naturally, they would not be as happy and happy as ordinary people outside, let alone laugh and curse. Only the woman was still there. Weeping softly.

Early the next morning, when the sky was just turning white, Tang Ning opened her eyes, gently opened Liu Ruhan's hands holding her body, and pulled away.

The weather seems to be good today, the snow has stopped, but the chill is even stronger.

The days after heavy snowfall were always particularly cold. He held his thin body in his arms and walked forward.

I wonder if Mr. Xu Dashan has given out porridge today. It is about Mao hour. Although the Xu family serves porridge on time every day, he needs to line up early, otherwise he may not be able to get in line and receive the porridge and rice.

After walking four or five miles, they arrived at the Xu family's donation site. Tangning sat down against a corner. The corner was relatively warm and could withstand the cold wind.

There were already more than a dozen people waiting here, all beggars in ragged clothes, each sitting in a place huddled and waiting.

Time passed little by little, and people came here one after another. The original dozen people quickly turned into one or two hundred people.

"Coming, coming." A voice came from somewhere, and then the crowd began to surge and formed a long queue.

Seven or eight people in yellow clothes came forward, carrying large wooden barrels in their hands. These people walked to the high platform, put down their tools, and began to sort out. The people below looked at them eagerly.

After a while, one of the people above stepped forward and said: "Okay, now everyone lines up, come one by one, don't fight or grab, everyone has a share. We are from the Xu family of Xu Wenlin, and we will come at this time every day." ”

Tang Ning followed the team and moved forward little by little. After everyone in front had finished receiving the porridge, he took out the wooden ladle with his right hand and stretched it out.

The man serving the porridge took a porcelain bowl and poured it into his ladle. Tangning took out another wooden ladle with her left hand.

The man serving the porridge glanced at him.

"I, I have a younger sister." Tangning lowered her head and whispered.

The man filled him with another scoop

"Thank you, brother."