Apocalypse

"I haven't seen it with my own eyes, but according to the caravans, it's true. An old monk with a kind face said slowly.

The young man stood up, posed with his body in a posture that he thought was very majestic, and said to the old man, "Master, do you think I can become a hero, a god, and be admired by the world?"

The old monk slowly turned his head to look at the young man, and in front of him was a thirteen-year-old boy who did not have many stunning appearance features. He has plain short hair and black eyes. His facial features are not particularly prominent, but they are also ordinary and dignified. The young man who was slightly stronger than his peers said: "Qingfan, your congenital conditions are insufficient, and cultivation is difficult for you, but cultivation is not the only way in this world."

The young man looked at the old man puzzled, and the old man continued: "The black-robed archmage Trierden has practiced magic all his life, and he is dedicated to deciphering the secret texts left over from ancient times for the world, and he finally cracked part of the content of the "Scroll of the Apocalypse" eighteen years ago.

After hearing this, the young man asked with some excitement: "Master, then I chop wood, fish, and clean the yard every day, can I also be like the black-robed archmage, can I become the leader of the wood-chopping class and the chief of the yard cleaning class overnight!"

The old man looked at the excited young man in front of him and said with a wry smile: "There are all living beings on this continent, and now there is only one person who has this opportunity, and it is even heavier to become a hero and become a god. In the end, the old man's eyes gradually dimmed. Looking at the young man in front of him who seemed to understand or not, he realized that this was too early for a thirteen-year-old boy, so he wanted to change the topic, and then said: "It's your birthday in two days, I have asked the king of the village to make a new set of clothes for you, you and I are not Buddhist disciples, you don't want to wear monk's robes from now on, tomorrow you will go down the mountain to get it back and change it."

A hint of loneliness flashed across the boy's face, and he turned back to his bed and lay down to rest.

The old man looked at Qingfan and whispered, when you were still in infancy, your mother left a letter, the above your name Chen Qingfan and your birth date, as a teacher, when I saw the literal pen and charm, I felt that I had a relationship with your mother, but I don't know when and where, yesterday when I passed by the merchant to incense, I mentioned the dragon's lair.

Before the old man finished speaking, Qing Fan interrupted, even though my mother has all kinds of suffering, how do I know that I can't bear this suffering, since my mother has abandoned me, I will have no mother-son love in this life, master, you are my only relative in this life.

The old monk had no choice but to sigh lightly for a lifetime, and only the sound of faint breathing remained in the entire meditation room.

Mother, the young man muttered.

The early morning sun shines through the sparse leaves and dots the bluestone slabs, giving the whole yard a fresh and tranquil atmosphere. Holding a broom, Qingfan gently swept the ground in the courtyard, making a crisp sound. Looking around, there is a small incense burner in the middle of the courtyard, this abandoned temple seems to have not been repaired for many years, the temple gate has also been corroded by the years and only the frame remains, only the main hall in the center is relatively intact, and has not been repaired and painted, revealing the vicissitudes of time. There is a stone statue enshrined in it, its statue is two meters high, it does not have the majesty of the statue of the martial god, but it has an approachable kindness, and in the monks' rooms on both sides of the main hall, one has reclined, and the remaining tiles and skeletons can be seen when approaching, and it is obvious that it has been in disrepair for many years. And the other is the place where Qingfan's master and apprentice stay.

The boy walked out of the temple gate, looking around, this is a giant tree composed of the world, people call this place the heart of the tree city, the place where Qing Fan is located is just one of the lowest layers of leaf veins of this giant tree, the road under his feet is a small branch that has withered, although it is only a branch, but it is also more than 20 meters wide, go down a road along the leaf veins, and see a wide green leaf vein, Qing Fan looked at the direction, it was like a small leaf vein road, and after walking for a while, he saw Yexi Village, where Wang Shizhu was, which was a village built on huge leaves。 Although food and other crops cannot be grown in the village, a plant called Transfiguration Clover can be planted on the leaves, which is the main source of livelihood for all the residents living in Treeheart.

The houses in Yexi Village are built around the water gushing out of the leaves in the village, hence the name Yexi Village, most of the houses in the village are wooden structures, there are no shops in the village, but every once in a while there will be caravans to sell goods here, including various rare treasures, there are also some iron tools for life, and the villagers can exchange the planting of the transformation clover for some necessary items and food.

When Qing Fan came to a wooden house, he immediately knocked on the door gently, and it was an old woman in her fifties who opened the door, "Master Wang, the master asked me to pick up the clothes,"

he said

The old woman looked at the young man in front of her and smiled: "It's Xiao Qingfan, come and get the clothes, I'll go get them for you." Then he turned around and entered the house, and after a while, he put the clothes in Qing Fan's hand and said: "Go back and try, where it doesn't fit, bring it and I'll change it for you."

After Qing Fan nodded and thanked the Wang Shizhu, he hurried back, hoping to catch up with lunch, just walked out, he heard a sound of breaking the sky, looked in the direction of the sound, and saw a woman in green clothes, walking with a sword, and a girl in purple next to her grabbed the woman's leg tightly, and flew away with a whoosh.

Qing Ping was attracted by this sudden strange scene, his eyes widened, staring intently at the direction in which the two flew away, and he had a little more respect and yearning for the cultivator in his heart, and secretly muttered to himself if he could also get such a magical ability to shuttle freely between heaven and earth. As he spoke, he ran quickly to the temple, and he must tell the master that I also want to practice!.

Qing Fan returned to the temple along the withered branches, and it was noon at this time, but why was the sky still dark, and the scene in front of him made him stunned and stunned in place. His eyes widened, and through the long-decaying gate of the temple, he saw the woman in Tsing Yi standing on top of the green leaves in the courtyard with a sword.