At the beginning of chaos, everything in the world was grass, trees, birds and beasts, Nuwa created humans, and the gods were in constant dispute. The winner is named the Lord of Gods, ranks first among the gods, and is the strongest existence in known chaos. The loser will be wiped out, and many of his subordinates will become demons or die. The dispute started with the faction led by Honghuang and the faction led by Yunjun competing for the known continent. As a result, everything in the prehistoric era was lost and another story began.
He was originally the son of prehistoric times. When there was only the last trace of divine power left in prehistoric times, he used up all his strength, including his life, to transform his only hope, another continuation of life, into a golden light that fell into the primitive tribe. On the planet, Honghuang and his wife Ji Ling died in Yunjun's hands.
Three thousand years later, a strange oval-shaped stone, like an egg, slowly emerged from the bottom of Suolong Lake, which everyone is familiar with. This stone actually floated on the lake and quietly flowed into the creek with the gentle current. At the foot of Anshan Mountain,
The stones kept hitting each other in the shallow and fast stream, and they cracked like cocoons while being stranded.
An old woodcutter who was chopping wood happened to be drinking water to quench his thirst by the stream. He saw a child not far downstream, only about 20 meters away, grabbing the grass on the bank of the stream with both hands and stepping on the stream with two feet. The child visually observed In October, the stream was just up to the child's buttocks. The woodcutter looked at the child. The child was grabbing the grass with both hands and slapping it up and down while his buttocks were twisting back and forth. The woodcutter was extremely happy and ran over to pick up the child from the stream. , the child looked at the woodcutter and smiled very brightly, with only a few teeth in his mouth.
In this huge Anshan Mountain, the land is deserted for ten or twenty miles. Who would take their children to play by the stream? He must be an abandoned child. It is an ordinary thing to think about in this war-torn world. The woodcutter thought to himself! Since this child was picked up at the foot of Mount An, let’s name him An’er.
In the evening, the woodcutter returned home with An'er in his arms. His wife had already prepared a meal and was waiting for her husband to come home. The woman's face was pretty and she looked like she was in her forties! She looked at the child in the woodcutter's arms and asked curiously: "Old man, whose child is this?"
Before the woodcutter could answer, she said anxiously: "The two of us have been together through hardships for more than twenty years and have not been able to give you a son and a half. It is because of my dissatisfaction that I am most sorry for you. ". The woodcutter immediately smiled and said to the woman in a very gentle tone, "Silly woman, I picked up this child at the foot of the mountain."
The woman said: "How can it be so easy to pick up a child? You have been hunting and chopping firewood for many years and you haven't found it yet, but you can find it today?"
The woodcutter patiently replied, "After I finished drinking the honey water you boiled for me, I felt thirsty and wanted to go to the stream to drink some cold water. Unexpectedly, I happened to meet this child. I saw how cute he was, and he was alone. In that desolate place, if I didn't care about the child, he wouldn't be picked off by jackals, tigers and leopards. Besides, I've been waiting for several hours and no one came to pick up the poor child, so it would be better if I just brought him back. It’s better to let the jackals get into trouble.”
The woman said: "Yes, yes, yes, it all depends on you."
The woman looked at An'er with great fondness. Before she finished speaking, she had already taken An'er from the old man's arms. An'er also looked happily at this woman who must have been a great beauty when she was young.
However, An'er started crying soon, and the woman immediately asked the woodcutter to wash the rice and put it into a pot to cook porridge for An'er to eat. After the porridge was cooked, the old woman carefully tried to adjust the entrance temperature to the baby's, and gently He gently blew the porridge again and again, and then slowly put it into An'er's mouth. This was An'er's first bite of food in this world. He was so happy, and the woman who fed him the porridge was also so happy.
From this moment on, he is the son and she is the mother. The father stood nearby and giggled. The mother suddenly asked: "Have you given the child a name?" My father said, "Get up, get up, let's go to bed one by one." The mother said: "Happy and healthy, An'er",
The woman then said to the woodcutter: "You don't have a surname, An'er, just take my surname Chu. How about calling me Chu An?"
The woodcutter kept saying, "Okay, okay, okay, let's call him Chu An, just call him Chu An."
This night was the happiest moment for the family. The middle-aged man was extremely happy to have a son. Although they are not biological flesh and blood,
Chu An is destined to be their treasure in this life.
Time flies so fast. Twelve years have passed in the blink of an eye. Chu An has grown into a young boy, and his parents are much older. His father is still in good health, but now he sometimes takes Chu An hunting. It was difficult to catch up with the prey, and Chu An completed the final capture for him. Of course, today was no exception. He was lucky enough to catch a wild antelope, weighing about forty pounds.
Yesterday happened to be Chu An's birthday. His father walked thirty miles to a small town to buy Chu An a birthday gift, a dagger made by a blacksmith in a blacksmith shop. Chu An used it just now. This dagger ended the life of the antelope.
The father and son happily walked on the path home carrying the antelope, one behind the other. The setting sun shining down from directly in front was so warm. Chu An looked back at his own shadow, but couldn't see it at all. He looked at how tall and majestic his father was walking in front. Chu An stood on his tiptoes and looked up at his father's back. He was two heads taller than himself. He thought to himself that no wonder he couldn't see his shadow. Chu An stopped and wanted to wait for his father to go further away to see if he could. I saw my own shadow peeking out. . Unexpectedly, my father turned around and said softly: Your mother is still at home waiting for you to come home to study and write. If you forget how to write those words your mother taught you yesterday, I will not help you. It depends on how your mother punishes you. Chu An yelled, and immediately followed his father like a child who had just been wronged. After arriving home, his father put down the prey from his shoulders, called Chu An to come over, washed his face and hands, and his mother's meal had been prepared long ago. Although the family is not rich, my father is very good at hunting and often collects firewood. The excess is taken to the small town and exchanged for small coins. Over the years, it has been enough for the family's expenses.
After dinner every day, Chu An was most afraid of the time of the day, because he had to spend two hours learning calligraphy and reading with his mother. Her mother turned out to be the daughter of a wealthy family, and her father was a servant in her family. Because at that time, her grandfather After offending the leader of a small cultivating sect, he was exterminated in revenge. Only his father and his mother escaped from the disaster, hiding in the deep mountains and forests and living an ignoble existence for more than thirty years.
You must know how these ordinary people are the opponents of those practitioners, in this terrible world of the weak and the strong.
Just after dinner, when Chu An was about to study, he saw two men in brocade clothes standing outside the gate.
Chu An said to his mother, "There is someone outside the hospital."
My mother suddenly became nervous when she saw these two people, and my father also saw it at the same time. My father whispered to my mother: "Take An'er and leave as far as you want!"
Mother took Chu An's hand, turned around and ran away from the back door. As soon as she went out, she saw her father holding an ax and gesturing with the man in brocade clothes. Mother pushed Chu An to the back door where he had dug dry goods for the winter. She went into the cellar and told him not to make a sound, and then someone took some dry firewood to block the entrance of the cellar. When the mother returned to the house, she happened to see the man in brocade piercing his father's chest with a knife. As time passed, blood caught the blade. Looking out at DC,
The mother cried out: "You beasts, I will fight with you" and rushed forward. In an instant, another man in brocade took out a bamboo leaf-shaped concealed weapon from his arms and threw it at the mother. This ordinary husband and godson The woman could see clearly that the hidden weapon penetrated directly into her mother's neck. Her mother fell to the cold ground without saying a word.
At this moment, the man in brocade clothes also pulled out the knife inserted into his father's chest. His father slowly fell down. Looking at his mother who showed no signs of life, tears slowly filled his eyes.
Two men in brocade clothes rushed out of the back door and searched around outside the house. One of them said: "Okay, let's go back to the business. Anyway, the leader has already obtained her eight-step method. It's just to eliminate the root cause. They have all been killed now. No one will say that the master’s eight-step technique was stolen. This big boy in this barren mountain will not starve to death but will also be eaten by strange beasts.” Another man in brocade clothes said "Yeah", and the two of them left in a hurry.
