Supreme Emperor of Swords

Ding Hao tightly took the fist of own and was in a strong mood.

He swears to the owner that one day he is also cultivate into a peerless prototype, with peerless force, alone, Juefeng, one sword defeating heroes, a glance at the many mountains that seem small.

Of course, now he is just a little servant nothing more in the status of the Underground.

No one noticed him.

Leaving the square bulletin area and following a winding path, Ding Hao quickly arrived at Inquiring Sword Sect.

Compared with the former mountain magnificent beautiful, like the human Immortal Realm, the back mountain region simply is the dirty, messy, rundown slum.

Here the thorns are dense, the terrain is sinister, and the rock formations are like the land of the demon.

Inquiring Sword Sect’s daily garbage generated by tens of thousands of people on the top and bottom will be dumped under the stone forest and the cliff on the other side of the sloping stone forest, in the last ages accumulated over a long period Of time, wind blowing and sun shining, garbage rotten fermentation, has made this stench smell bad, snake and rat stalk.

The air is filled with a pungent stench, and simply like hell.

But in this environment, the poor mountain forest, but the large and small shanty, close and numerous, next to the previous life, the Brazilian slums, there are no less than 3-Feb.

The former Ding Hao was here.

“It seems that this is the slum area of ​​Inquiring Sword Sect. Meow~, it seems that father previous life can’t get rid of the fate of ** silk in this life, only slowly counterattack.”

According to Ding Hao’s memory, most of the garbage piled up in the garbage is the lower-class people of Inquiring Sword Sect [Logistics Cleaning Group].

These people are not Martial Artists, they have no tyrannical strength, they can’t survive in the wilderness of Demon, they can only rely on the humble physical labor to get the blessing of Inquiring Sword Sect, living in the back mountain, in the dangerous World that this demon is waiting for, like The ants com common are living hard.

On both sides of the curved road, there are thatched shanty built along the stone wall stone forest.

The thatch on the surface under the feng shui sun has turned into a deep black, and a thick year’s accumulation comes on the scene.

I don’t know the sadness of the young kid’s ass. The laughter and cheerful voices can be heard everywhere. Some huts have a faint scent, and the smoke rises. It is full of vitality in this dirty and stupid region.

Along the way, many people greeted Ding Hao enthusiastically.

They are all friends of the former owner of the body.

Ding Hao smiled and responded to everyone with a smile on his face.

In the twinkling of an eye, through the narrow path, the rear of the slum area is close to the garbage dump, and then to the 4-Mar km, it is a bottomless cliff abyss.

On the edge of the garbage dump, there is an unexpectedly bright green 籀

Dozens of green saplings sang in the sunset evening wind, like a group of green, weak spirits dancing, cyan fenced courtyard surrounded by two carefully constructed thatched houses, patchwork.

Although the entire courtyard is the closest to the garbage dump in the slum area, this green is like the green state in the desert. It makes people look bright and even feels a lot better.

This is Ding Hao’s [home].

He pushed the fence door and gently entered the small courtyard.

There are more than 20 flower pots neatly placed in the yard. The plants are planted with extremely common wildflowers. The field before the mountain road, such wild flowers are everywhere, unobtrusive, and even regarded as The weeds are unplugged, but they are placed here, but they are beautiful.

Ding Hao played with the flowers in the yard for a while, then pushed the door into the hut.

Sunset is illuminated from the window lattice and the light is slightly dim.

There is no furniture in the house.

A broken wooden bed with a thin cloth, a table of eight cents with one leg missing, a stove with stones, a black iron pot, a simple cooker, some broken earthen jars, pickles and Things like bacon, some simple everyday utensils hanging on the walls of the cottage, are already very worn.

The only striking thing is a women’s little cotton jacket hanging from the main entrance wall.

This is about the 5~6 years old girl wearing a cotton jacket, the fabric is extremely rough, the workmanship is also very common, but the wash is very clean, not by a speck of dust, the red and bright colors, give this monotonous shabby The small hut adds a sense of warmth and color to the port.

When Ding Hao came in, the first eye saw this little cotton jacket.

This is younger sister Ding Ke’er clothes worn before the disappearance.

In the memory, it was the snowy afternoon three years ago. When Ding Hao returned to the day of the day, he found that the younger sister waiting at home suddenly disappeared.

He looked like crazy in the entire slum.

Later, many people said that they saw a mysterious woman wearing white-clothed, like Fairy Maiden common. I don’t know why it appeared in the thatched cottage. When I passed the hut, I took away the crying Little Loli Ding Ke’er.

Later, the former Ding Hao, on the wooden pillar of the hut, found a line that he had neglected before.

“This woman has a relationship with me, but I can repair my Grand Dao. Southern Region, Muhuang Tianji.”

As if made by heaven, it seems to be through the column, containing strange power, the ordinary person has been watching for a long time, it will be dizzy, many people in the slum looked, they all believe that it is absolutely a powerful and peerless Supreme people stay.

But who is this Muhuang Tianji?

No one knows.

The only thing that can be affirmed is that the Southern Region is far away and very far away. Even if it is an ordinary person, even if you ride a fast horse, you can’t eat or drink, and you can’t walk for the rest of your life.

After Ding Ke’er disappeared, the red little cotton jacket had pinned all the thoughts of the previous Ding Hao for three years.

At the moment, when I saw the red little cotton jacket, a memory like the tide common unstoppable flocks to Ding Hao’s mind, and the younger sister is dependent on the footage, like a movie lens flashing, and a deep marrow. For four years, like the breeding of weeds, Ding Hao’s in the depth of one’s soul spread unstoppable.

“Elder Brother, why didn’t Mom and Dad want us? Where did they go?”

“Elder Brother, Ke’er is hungry, are you giving Ke’er porridge? Ah?”

“Wow, the beautiful cotton jacket, Elder Brother, is it really for Ke’er? Hey, thank you Elder Brother!”

“Elder Brother, when I grow up, I must eat Elder Brother every day…”

“Elder Brother…”

Little Loli is familiar with the crisp sound, as if still lingering in the ear, Ding Hao is standing in the doorway, tears can not stop sliding out of the eyelids, the heart has produced an almost uncontrollable impulse, let him now I want to rush out immediately and get the younger sister back.

Ding Hao doesn’t want to cry.

But it is involuntarily.

An unstoppable sorrow and impulsiveness permeates his entire Soul.

Ding Hao knows that this is because of the fusion of memory, the former owner of this body is missing the younger sister. The deep-seated love and affection affects the feeling of own.

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Seeking red tickets and collections, all kinds of demands.