The Way of Heaven

　　 As the sun rises, a mountain range stretching dozens of miles in the northeast land is shrouded in faint clouds and mist. Under the light golden brilliance, it looks extremely beautiful.

　　 At the foot of a mountain peak of hundreds of meters on the edge of the mountain, there is a small mountain village called Qingshan Village. There are only more than 20 families in Qingshan Village. They have lived here for generations for hundreds of years.

　　 This is the territory of the Tianwen Dynasty of the Tianwen Clan.

　　 Several five- or six-year-old Tianwen children played innocently in the village. The crisp and cheerful voices resounded through Qingshan Village, and people couldn't help but rejoice.

　　咣 When the door opened slightly, a dilapidated thatched hut not far from the children walked out of a Tianwen tribe teenager who was about eleven or twelve years old.

　　 When the playful child saw the boy approaching, his face couldn't help showing a trace of fear and fear, and his figure was also far away from the boy.

　　 The young man couldn't help but smiled bitterly when he saw this scene, but in a blink of an eye he adjusted his mentality and walked out of the village. This situation he has long been used to.

　　 The reason why those children are afraid of young people is because of the appearance of young people.

　　As a member of the Tianwen tribe, when each tribe is born, there will be a kind of beautiful lines all over the body, and the lines on different people have different colors.

However, this young man is different from the general Tianwen tribe. The lines on his body are divided by the center of the body. The left is the cyan line, and the right is the red line. On the forehead and brow, the cyan and red lines merge together to form a fingernail size. The flame-shaped imprint is green on the outside and red on the inside.

The lines of the two colors appear strangely on the same person, without any sense of contradiction, and the flame mark, which has never been heard in hundreds of years, so since the boy was born, it has been used by other villagers in Qingshan Village. Regarded as freaks and unknown people, young children and their peers are also afraid of the appearance of a teenager and do not play with him, which makes the teenager's heart mature a lot.

　　 The young man shook his head, his eyes were firm, and he was not affected by the strange gazes of others, and said in his heart: "Mother is infected with wind and cold and is lying in bed. The main thing I am now is to find a red ginseng to treat my mother's disease."

　　 Thinking of this, the boy no longer paid attention to the fearful gaze of the child on the side, like looking at a freak.

This mountain range is big or small, and it stretches for dozens of miles in the vast Metaverse Continent. It is just a drop in the ocean. For Qingshan Village, where the teenager is located, the mountain range is huge. Many villagers have lived for decades. Have never left the range of this mountain range.

　　 The young man is able to run the strength of the first level of the physical body in his body. After an hour of driving, he has already left the small mountain village, entered the dense mountain range, and headed for the depths, looking for the traces of the red ginseng.

While carefully observing whether there are traces of fierce beasts around, the young man carefully checked whether there were any elixir on the ground, bushes, and towering trees. Although he was mainly picking red ginseng to treat his mother’s disease, he could find Picking other elixir is also excellent.

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Suddenly, a sound of traveling through the jungle reached the young man’s ears. With a movement in the young man’s heart, his body immediately rushed up to a towering tree next to him like a monkey, hiding his figure completely in the dense foliage, and exposed it. A pair of bright eyes looked in the direction of the sound.

　　 I saw there was a tall bush separated there, and an old figure appeared in the young boy's eyes. It was a white-haired old man of the Tianwen tribe with a white face, no wrinkles, and a ruddy skin like a newborn baby.

　　 The white-haired old man carries a wooden box on his shoulders, his face looks amiable, and he has a temperament that makes people involuntarily want to be close and trustworthy.

　　 The young man's cautious heart couldn't help but relax a bit. At this time, the white-haired old man who was not far away was about to leave here, pausing his feet, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his sharp eyes suddenly looked at the place where the young man was hiding.

　　 The old man was filled with a horrible atmosphere, covering this area, as if he was about to shoot the boy's hiding place into pieces in the next moment. At this moment, the pale boy hurriedly shouted, and his figure was also revealed.

　　 "Wait a second, wait a second, grandpa, I am also a member of the Tianwen tribe, don't do anything."

　　 The white-haired old man saw the boy appear, his face was stunned, and then the horror that pervaded his body disappeared, returning to his former amiable appearance.

　　 The white-haired old man looked at the young man in front of him who was different from the ordinary Tianwen tribe, his eyes did not change at all, and he was still gentle, giving people a sense of closeness and trust.

　　 He asked gently: "My child, how come you can appear in the depths of the mountain alone. Although this mountain is small, there are still many powerful beasts."

Hearing the gentle and caring words of the white-haired old man and that there was no strange look, the young man’s heart warmed up. For more than ten years, he has been regarded by the villagers as a freak and unknown person. The white-haired old man is except his mother The only person outside who cared about him and didn't treat him as a freak.

　　 The young man hesitated for a moment and replied: "Grandpa, I came here to find the red ginseng to treat my mother’s wind and cold. UU看书www.uukanshu.com"

　　 "Red ginseng? Haha, the old man happens to have a red ginseng here, my child, meeting is fate, since you need it, the old man will give it to you." The white-haired old man said with a smile.

　　 The young man heard that his face was full of ecstasy. He hadn't found the red ginseng after searching in this area for a long time. He was about to venture deeper into the mountains, but he never thought that the white-haired old man actually had the red ginseng.

　　 saw the white-haired old man open the wooden box he was carrying on his shoulders, and searched for a moment, a red ginseng that was as red as jade and exuding a faint medicinal fragrance appeared in his hands.

　　 "Child, take this red ginseng."

　　 Looking at the kind-looking white-haired old man, the boy gritted his teeth and took the red ginseng and put it in his arms.

Although he was proud of his heart and did not want to be favored by others, the red ginseng was related to his mother’s condition. If he went to find the red ginseng by himself, he didn’t know how long it would take, but his mother’s illness could not be delayed, so the boy accepted the gray hair. The old man's red ginseng.

　　 The young man hugged the red ginseng tightly and saw a lot of dust on the clothes of the white-haired old man. Obviously, the latter had been in the mountains for a long time, and the young man suddenly thought about it.

　　 "Grandpa, the Qingshan Village where my home is located is not far from here, so why don't you stay at my home for a few days."

　　 The white-haired old man looked at the look of the young man's expectation, smiled freely, and said, "It's good, the old man has been in this wilderness for a long time without seeing people."

　　 "Then I will show you the way." With a smile on his face, the young man hurriedly led the way in front of the white-haired old man, and walked along the road back to the village based on the memory in his mind.

　　 Along the way, the white-haired old man talked with the young man, "My child, what's your name."

　　 "My name is Aoki, the green of the green hill, the wood of the trees."

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