Introduction to "Hongmeng Shou Zong Lu"
Xiao Xuan is a casual cultivator in the wild forest.
On the seventh level of Qi Refining, there is no sect or teacher, and all he has is a broken iron sword, half a piece of moldy dry food, and a ruined temple with half of it collapsed. I get up before dawn every day to dig out traps. If I'm lucky, I can catch a rock rat. But if I'm not lucky, even the rock rat will be snatched by others.
That day, the prey he had been chasing for a long time was intercepted by a disciple of the Qingyun Sect. The trap was dug in vain, and he fell into a cave and poked a hole in the stone with his palm. He got up, picked up the blood-stained stone and weighed it.
No light. Didn't recognize the master. Not even a word of divine consciousness was transmitted.
Of course he didn't know what the stone was. All he knew was that his work was in vain today and he had to take something back with him. A stone counts.
From the mortal world to the fairy world, from the underworld to the divine world. From one man with a broken sword, to a group of people standing behind him who refused to fall. From just wanting to fill his stomach, to being willing to risk his life to protect something.
Lin Feng said that to keep one's ancestral line is to keep one's heart.
This sentence he made up by himself later became an ancestral precept engraved on a stone tablet.
A lot of people will be lost along the way. There will be people who will go all the way to the end.
This is a story about protection. Not a cool article, but interesting enough. The knife is enough, but the knife is worth it.
