It was cloudy on the fifth day of March.

The morning light shines from the East and gradually illuminates the land. It crosses the towering and undulating Tianyin mountain range and falls on the Xilu city at the foot of the mountain. It illuminates this bustling city and reminds countless people in the city that a new day has begun.

The young sinki woke up naturally.

When the day was about to light up, he lay in the warm quilt and did not move, just quietly looking at the roof of the house. Until the morning light outside the house finally penetrated into his house, he sat up from the warm and comfortable bed, stretched himself, lifted the quilt, got out of the bed, went to the window, and gently pushed the two windows open.

A fresh morning wind blows in from the yard outside the house, with a little coolness and a faint fragrance of grass in the yard. Shen Shi extended his arms and chest, took a deep breath, and then subconsciously looked up into the distance. What he saw was the majestic undulating posture of the Tianyin mountains, and of course, the gray clouds that had been gathering all the year round.

Will it be a fine day today?

He looked at the majestic mountain without expression. After a while, he turned back and sat down at the desk near the window wall. The furnishings in this room are very simple, including the bed for sleeping, the wardrobe at the end of the bed, the desk by the window, and several conspicuous large boxes beside the desk. In addition, there are only books.

The big bookshelf, which takes up the whole wall, is divided into seven layers. It is full of old and new books. At a glance, many of the books have worn places, and it seems that they are often turned over.

Compared with the desks in ordinary people's homes, the desk in the sinking stone room will be a little longer. It is placed on the left side of the window in a upright manner. There are three large boxes stacked on both sides of the table, a total of six. They are all made of gray brown rattan. They look strong and square. When they are stacked, they almost reach the chest of sinking stone. I don't know what is contained in them.

Sitting in front of the desk, Shen Shi calmed down. Then, with a pale face, he reached out and took a piece of white paper carefully cut into three inches wide and four inches long from the pile beside the desk and put it in front of himself. Yiying's pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table are all ready, and the sinking stone is also his own work. He adds water to grind the ink. When he is ready later, he picks up his pen, dips it in ink, and begins to write on the paper.

The black ink appears between the white papers, pointing to the pen holder and moving softly. There is no tremor all the way down, which is very stable. The handwriting moves smoothly and calmly. It seems that he has practiced the things he writes and draws for countless times and is already familiar with them. It's just that the appearance of the boy's writing is beautiful, but what is finally formed on the white paper is not ordinary words, but strange and twisted patterns, simple and complex, different from each other. Ordinary people can hardly understand the meaning of these strange patterns at first sight. Some people will believe that they are ghost symbols.

In spite of this, Shen Shi is still painting quietly. There are ten different twisted lines from front to back. It is extremely difficult to look at. Ordinary people may feel a little dizzy just looking at it. However, he is skilled at painting. There is no hesitation between his strokes. I don't know how long he has practiced.

In this way, he drew five pieces of white paper in sequence. It was only with a sigh of relief that Shen Shi put down his brush and rubbed his wrist. He looked at the white paper painted with strange patterns in front of him and examined them one by one. After a long time, he nodded with satisfaction. Then he stood up, picked up the white paper, went to the left side of the stack of large boxes, and opened the top cover of the box.

He saw that the middle layers of the box were stacked, and all of them were white paper pieces of the same size as his hands. Almost all of them were filled with this large box, and each white paper was also painted with those strange patterns.

Shen Shi gently put in today's five pieces of white paper, looked at the white paper in the box for a moment, then closed the lid, and looked at the six large boxes on both sides of the desk. His mouth slowly showed a smile.

Then he looked back at the outside of the house. Under the cloudy sky, the huge gray mountain covered by clouds still stood silently in the distance.

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On the other side of the courtyard outside, outside the railing of a secluded corridor, in the morning wind with a little coolness, behind the green fence with green eaves, grass and flowers, stood a short and fat man, quietly staring at the young man behind the window in front of him, watching him get up and open the window, watching him smile and slouch, watching him practice painting, watching him smile calmly, and caressing those large boxes with a little youthful complacency, Although they are filled with useless white paper, they may be his most precious treasure after years of effort.

He looked at the young man quietly, his eyes bright and clear, and in the depths of his eyes, there was still some memories and warmth. At this time, Shen Shi came to the window. His eyes turned and he quickly saw the man. A smile appeared on his face and waved: "Dad!"

He laughed heartily here, and did not deliberately suppress his voice. Shen Tai, Shen Shi's father, a short and fat man, waved to Shen Shi with a smile. Shen Shi opened the door and ran over. He ran down the corridor and came to Shen Tai.

Shen Tai reached out to touch Shen Shi's head and gently asked, "are you tired?"

Shen Shi shook his head and said with a smile, "I'm not tired. I'm used to it."

Shen Tai smiled and said, "Yin and Yang, five elements and ten kinds of runes are rare, difficult, complex and distorted. Even in the realm of spiritual cultivation, few people have ever touched on them. It's really not easy for you to persist in painting for seven years at a young age." After that, he seemed to think of something again. After a little meditation, he added,

"Although talismanism is only a small way, it is not valued by people in the cultivation world. But if you can persist and make further progress in the future, it may not become a reliance for you in your cultivation. Dad has urged you over the years. In the final analysis, it is for your own good. Don't blame me in your heart."

Shen Shi smiled, shook his head and smiled without saying anything. Looking at the look on his face, it was carved from the same mold as his father, and it seemed incomparable.

But Shen Tai was lost for no reason. It seemed that another familiar figure was floating before his eyes.

After a while, Shen Tai seemed to wake up from a long memory. He shook his head and smiled, "let's go. It's a good day today. Let's go to pay respects to your mother and have a good talk with her."

Shen Shi promised and followed his father to the front hall. He only looked up at the sky as he walked. The sky was cloudy and light gray, as usual.

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The light smoke curled up and floated among the three pillars of fragrance. Shen Tai, Shen Shi and their son were standing in a quiet room. In front of them was a incense table, on which a spirit tablet was enshrined. From top to bottom, the number "the spirit tablet of Bai family in Shenmen" was simply written.

There was a small incense burner in front of the memorial tablet, and now there were a few delicate incense sticks. The two of them stood quietly in front of the memorial tablet. They were always short and fat men with a smiling face. At this moment, they gathered a rare smile and stood silently in front of the memorial tablet of their dead wife without saying a word, staring at the memorial tablet quietly.

As for Shen Shi, he stood behind his father, folded his hands and bowed three times to the memorial tablet. His lips moved slightly, as if he were saying something to his dead mother's memorial tablet from the bottom of his heart.

It was quiet in the quiet room until Shen Tai suddenly opened his mouth. His voice was bland and he suddenly said, "little stone, do you remember what I told you?"

Shen Shi's body suddenly trembled, like the muscles of his whole body suddenly tightened at that moment. He suddenly looked up and looked at his father's back. Shen Tai did not look back, but still stood with his back to him, staring at the tablets on the incense table.

"I remember..." after a while, Shen Shi answered in a low voice, but somehow, there was something difficult in his voice.

"Good." Shen Tai nodded slowly, paused, and then said, "today."

Shen Shi looked at his father's calm figure in front of him. The corner of his eyes flashed past him, but he found that his hands seemed to hang randomly on his side. He didn't know when they had clenched their fists tightly, and they were so fierce that even the joints of his bones were faintly white.

"Dad." Shen Shi gave a gentle cry, and his face flashed a complicated and worried look, but then he wanted to talk but stopped.

Although Shen Tai did not turn around, he seemed to feel something. After a long silence, he whispered: "three days ago, I received a letter from elder song in the door." At this point, Shen Tai paused for a moment, and a faint smile flashed across his mouth. It seemed like a sour and bitter smile, and it also brought a bit of confusion and pain. Finally, there was some deep hatred.

He turned around, looked at Shen Shi, his only son, his own flesh and blood, and said in a soft voice: "they have taken back the place for you to enter the mountain to cultivate and transferred it to the Wang family."

Shen Shi's breathing stopped in an instant, and the corners of his eyes twitched uncontrollably. Shen Taichang took a breath and said, "we have no way out, little stone."

Shen Shi slowly lowered his head. After a long time, he whispered, "I see, Dad."

Shen Tai stared at his son and suddenly stepped forward. He held him in his arms and wrapped his arms around his body. It seemed that he was afraid that as soon as he let go, his son would leave him forever. Shen Shi clenched his teeth, the muscles on his face trembled slightly, and whispered: "Dad, it's OK. I'm not afraid."

Shen Tai closed his eyes. Then, he released his arms bit by bit, lowered his voice, and said in a voice that only Shen Shi could hear: "you go now. Everything will be done as we said before. Wait for me at the butcher's place."

Shen Shi nodded heavily and took a deep look at his father, who had been living with him for more than ten years. Without hesitation, he turned and strode out of the quiet room.

Shen Tai's eyes fluttered with his son's figure until his back disappeared and his footsteps finally went away. Only then did he slowly turn around and face the spirit tablet on the incense table again.

Light smoke curled around, as if the handwriting on the memorial tablet was a little blurred.

Shen Tai's tightly clenched right hand slowly spreads out. In the palm of his hand, there is a small jade hourglass with a little green. It is only about an inch and a half long. The fine white sand flows and drips silently inside. However, the appearance seems rather worn and the luster is very dim. It is a worthless gadget in the past.

He gazed deeply at the little jade hourglass, then raised his head, looked at the spirit tablet, suddenly smiled and said, "Xiaobai, you must protect our son."

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This year is 10766 years since the founding of the human race, the overthrow of the TIANYAO royal court, which was once extremely powerful and ruled the Hongmeng world for a long time, the abolition of the demon calendar and the creation of the human calendar.

The vicissitudes of time are fleeting, the sages are gone, and the flames of war have subsided. Today, the bloody battle between human beings and Demons has gradually become a topic that people will only bring up when they occasionally remember the past after dinner.

During the laughter, I recalled the great cause of the six saints of the people and laughed at the decline of the demon family in the past.

On the day when the country was destroyed and the nation perished, when I fled in panic, I thought back to the final battle of the past. Millions of monks of the people surrounded the magnificent and extraordinary demon imperial capital Tianhong city. Heaven and earth are full of murderous Qi. The six saints stand in the clouds, waving and rebuking vertically and horizontally. The lives of countless creatures are in smoke and ashes, and the blood flows in the sculls. In the sea of corpses and blood, the last vestige of the TIANYAO royal court was finally buried in the huge palace ruins.

Thousands of years later, outside the deep labyrinth of ruins, in the dead of night, it is said that people can still hear the bleating sound of countless people who died unnaturally.

It's just that the years on earth have turned a new page after all.

In addition to the few remaining evils of the demon clan who escaped, the demon clan finally had the most elite fighting power, including four of the five heavenly demons, which were all wiped out in the battle of Tianhong emperor. The remaining demon clan is like a homeless dog. It is forbidden to flee back to the demon world where the demon clan originated. However, in the face of the pursuit of the mortals who are eager to destroy the roots, the demon family is forced to sacrifice the sky demon with the blood of the last powerful sky demon with the secret method of the demon family, destroy the artifact "Yin Ming tower" of the town family, and turn the only way to the demon world, "green spirit world", into a dead sea of Yin Sha, which is the only way for living spirits to enter. Only in this way can the pursuit of the mortals be blocked, but it is also like being imprisoned in that demon world and never coming back.

In a twinkling of an eye, thousands of years have passed, and the once amazing figures can not resist the erosion of time, leaving only countless monuments and statues erected by later generations, which will be handed down in the Hongmeng world forever. Over the course of thousands of years, the human race has become more and more prosperous. In particular, the cultivation of Taoism, which was initiated in the era of the battle between man and demon, has long been far better than that of the previous generation after the intensive research of countless generations of strange people and elites. In this world, all the evil spirits of different races are suppressed. They can only hide their tracks and linger on. They can't compete with the powerful human race, especially those monks who are as powerful as stars.

This year is 10766 years of human history, and it is also a flourishing era of the human race.

In this year, the sea of evil spirits in the green spirit world still pervaded the whole land, separating the two races of people and demons with deep hatred like the sea, and it seems that it will continue like this forever.

In that year, among the 108 realms of Hongmeng, the ten heavenly realms in the legend were still mysterious legends. The demon realm and the Qingling realm, which had turned into the hell of the dead sea, were all silently hidden in the corner of people's memory. The vast and boundless Hongmeng main realm was the leader, and the remaining 96 realms, big and small, were all under the control of the human race.

This year, Shen Shi was 12 years old.

For him, the road of life is beginning to turn a new page.