Located in Guisu Prefecture of Dong'an Shenzhou.

In a mountain forest, in the messy grass.

A tiny figure was crawling in the weeds, and a small hand covered in mud was grabbing a bundle of grass.

The thorns pierced his delicate skin immediately.

With a loud cry, he burst into tears.

Suddenly, the grass next to him became messy, and a big hand pushed the grass aside.

"Ah! That damn bastard just threw such a fat boy here!" There was a hint of indignation in his surprised tone.

"Old woman, come here quickly, come here quickly!"

"What is that?" an old woman asked. She and her husband went up the mountain to collect herbs and firewood. Suddenly, they heard a baby crying and were startled. There were so many strange stories about monsters and ghosts in the deep mountains and old forests. There were countless stories of spider spirits transforming into beautiful women to suck people's blood.

Now, when he heard the baby crying, he was so frightened that he staggered and almost rolled down the mountain with the firewood on his back.

"It's a big fat boy. What a strange thing!" The old man stroked his beard and looked at the little fat boy in the old woman's arms.

The old woman held the little fat boy in her arms, smiling happily, and gently called out, "Strange boy."

The little fat boy was crying so hard that his eyes were wet. The old woman comforted him gently and he stopped crying immediately.

The old woman's heart was suddenly filled with tenderness. She saw the longevity lock on the fat boy's chest and shouted, "Come and see, old man."

The old man gently picked up the longevity lock and saw the words "Jun Huanyu" written on the front and "Gu Tianya" written on the back.

"Old man, this strange boy has the same surname as you." The old woman could not read many words, but she recognized her husband's surname.

"I recognize the last three words, Gu Tianya, but I've never heard of him. I don't know where this fat boy came from." The old man paced back and forth, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Or, let's adopt him. If we leave him here in the wilderness, he will definitely be fed to the wild animals." The old woman said, looking at the old man eagerly.

"This kid's origins are unknown..." The old man was obviously not reassured.

Jun Huanyu stretched out his little hand and touched the old woman's weather-beaten face, babbling happily, which made the old woman very happy.

"Good boy." The old woman was very happy: "You and my old man have the same last name, this is fate, the old man doesn't want you, but I do!"

The old man looked at it for a long time, and finally accepted the old woman's behavior.

He also wanted to have his own children, but his wife was infertile, so he gave up the idea of ​​having children. If he had a son today, he would be very happy and would regard it as a good deed.

.........

The little fat boy had a big appetite, so the old woman found him a wet nurse, a widow from the next village. Her husband had been conscripted to fight in the war years ago, leaving her and her mother at home. The old woman and her family felt sorry for her and often took care of her. The wet nurse also had a daughter who had insufficient milk, so the old woman often went to buy some animal milk, and the little fat boy drank it with great pleasure.

The more the old man and the old woman looked at the little fat boy, the more they liked him.

As the days passed, Jun Huanyu grew up gradually, and he was twelve years old.

It would be great if it could go on like this forever, that’s what Jun Huanyu thought at that time.

Unfortunately, God did not wish.

Banditry swept through this small mountain village.

Early in the morning, when it was just light, the little yellow dog lying in a small grass nest at the entrance of the village smelled a stranger, jumped out of his nest, raised his head suddenly, and barked wildly.

"Wang, wang!"

"Whoosh!" A bright and sharp knife light flashed, and a dog's head flew several meters away. The upright dog's body collapsed to the ground instantly, and hot blood flowed from its neck, and it was still twitching.

"Leave the women behind, and kill all the rebels!" a deep voice sounded.

Messy footsteps were heard everywhere, rushing in from door after door.

"Who are you? What are you doing..." In the dark room, the terrified voice had not yet finished, and the big knife with white light slashed across his neck directly, and the bright red blood splattered on the window, which was particularly bright.

There were 20 households in the village, 15 young and middle-aged people, 20 old people, 17 women and 16 children, almost half of them were slaughtered.

The remaining people were gathered at the entrance of the village, tied up, and forced to kneel on the ground. They were so frightened that they didn't even dare to look up.

"Boss, the property has been taken away and every corner has been carefully checked. Nothing has escaped."

Someone reported it and pulled out a rag to wipe the blood off the blade.

"Kill all the old people, cut off the tongues of the men and sell them to slave traders, and take the women to the village first!" said the burly figure.

"What about the little one?"

"The wizard has kept it for great use, so take it back to the village first."

"Yes!"

With a sharp movement of the knife, several heads fell to the ground, and blood flowed into the small depression beside them. Their faces were full of fear and unwillingness.

"Burn it all, go!"

A raging fire was burning, the withered yellow thatch ignited at a touch, the flames danced, and wisps of smoke seemed to turn into human figures, struggling desperately.

This village turned into ashes and became history.

The sky gradually brightens, and the first rays of sunlight in the morning shine on the top of the mountain
On the top of the mountain, Jun Huanyu was walking in the forest, holding some books in his hands.

The old man was unwilling to let Jun Huanyu become an idle farmer in the mountains like them, so he spent half his life savings and asked Widow Sun to take him to the academy in the town to study, in the hope that he could pass the imperial examination and bring honor to the family.

When we were halfway up the mountain, we saw thick smoke and flames rising into the sky at the foot of the mountain.

It is a small mountain village.

Jun Huanyu's big eyes reflected the flames that shot up into the sky, and a look of fear appeared on his face. He ran as fast as he could, forgetting the joy of studying.

"Father, mother!"

He ran to the village entrance panting, but saw a shocking scene.

Several bloody heads rolled together, and the blood gathered into one pool, which was particularly creepy.

Jun Huanyu staggered over and pushed aside the heads, only to see the heads of the old man and the old woman among them.

“Woo, ahhhh!” “Dad, Mom…”

Tears of grief suddenly fell, the pain of losing a loved one was beyond words, the old man in their arms was still so kind, they looked forward to a brighter life. Who knew, they encountered such bad news.

His heart aches
The tremendous pain hit Jun Huanyu's heart. His eyes turned black and he fainted.

…I don’t know how much time has passed.

Jun Huanyu just woke up from the ground. When he opened his eyes, he saw the starry night sky, the bright moon, and the chirping of insects.

"Hmm!" Jun Huanyu covered his chest with his hands, feeling a heavy chest and extremely depressed. The unspeakable emotion blocked his mouth.

I will definitely find it out!
for sure!
That hatred cut a deep hole in Jun Huanyu's heart.

He got up and walked over, found some farm tools that had not been burned, and started digging a hole on the spot. He wanted to bury his relatives and close friends. He dug without even looking up.

Food for the winter is stored in the cellar. When you are hungry, you eat it, and when you are thirsty, you run to the well for water.

He didn't care even though his hands were bleeding from being rubbed by farm tools.

He didn't finish digging the pit until midnight. He didn't even dare to move the bodies. He couldn't lift them. He could only pick up the heads one by one and gently put them into the pit. Hatred overwhelmed the fear of the corpses of his own kind.

He built a small grave and found a small wooden plaque, on which he carved the knowledge he had recently learned from the academy in a crooked manner.

"The grave of a loved one."

He couldn't even write the word "tomb". After burying his relatives and villagers, Jun Huanyu collapsed on the ground.

Only then did he realize that he had become an orphan without any relatives. He was only twelve years old, and although he was a little tall, about 1.56 meters, he was still a child after all. What should he do?
The fire in the village has been extinguished, and Jun Huanyu began to look for useful things.

A few wooden boards were put together and some weeds to form a simple nest.

He spent a rough night in there.

Dozens of days and nights passed with scorching sun and heavy rain.

The corpse in the open air was rotting, emitting an unbearable smell, with countless mosquitoes flying around, and the corpse was covered with maggots, which were squirming madly. Jun Huanyu couldn't stand the smell and moved his nest to a farther place.

Jun Huanyu turned into a little savage, unkempt, dirty, and smelly. He huddled beside a half-collapsed thatched hut, shivering.

It was raining heavily, pouring down without mercy. Jun Huanyu was soaked like a drowned rat. There was no shelter from the rain here. Jun Huanyu was just seeking comfort in his heart.

He was too young to face life, and he didn't dare to leave the village. But what would happen if he left the village? This was one of the few villages in the mountains, and each village was far away from each other, so few people came and went. If he ran out of the village, he would be eaten by wild beasts. This was a big mountain, and wild beasts often roared in the forest.

"Dad, Mom, I miss you so much..." Jun Huanyu murmured softly with a crying voice.

He was very sleepy but didn't dare to fall asleep. It was raining heavily and strong winds blew from time to time, blowing on his body like needles, making him feel bone-chilled.

Finally, he fell asleep with tiredness, and perhaps for a moment, he hoped that he would never wake up again.

After an unknown amount of time, Jun Huanyu slowly woke up, only to find that he was already covered with a snow-white fur coat. Jun Huanyu felt so warm, so warm.

He stood up and looked over, only to see a thin man beside a bonfire, adding firewood to it. The fire was very strong, and the firewood crackled.

Although he was thin, he stood straight with a long sword on his back. He was wearing a purple-gold shirt and robe, with a golden inscription engraved on it that spread from his chest to his abdomen, emitting a faint glow in the dark night.

"Are you awake?" He turned his head. It was a very ordinary face. If he walked in the crowd, you wouldn't even notice him.

He said with a smile.

This was the first person Jun Huanyu had seen in so many days. He forgot to speak and just stared at him blankly.

"Don't worry, I'm not a bad person." Seeing Jun Huanyu remained silent, the man spoke to comfort him.

The man took off the long sword on his back, walked gently to Jun Huanyu, gently stroked Jun Huanyu's head, and asked: "What's your name?"

"Jun, Jun Huanyu." Jun Huanyu answered in a low voice.

"What a good name. Huan Gai Jun Yu." The man praised, sitting on the stone bed, staring at Jun Huanyu's face.

"My name is Ye Alan." The man said his name.

"Yeah." Jun Huanyu nodded hesitantly.

"What happened here?" Ye Alan asked. His voice was always kind and there was no sense of oppression.

"I came back from the town and saw a big fire in the village. My father and mother were killed." Jun Huanyu answered with a slightly raised voice.

Ye Alan looked at the pile of small graves outside the house and thought about everything.

Ye Alan understood. He had checked these houses before and saw only a few charred bodies that no longer looked like human beings. The headless skeletons outside were almost all beheaded. Moreover, almost all the property had been looted.

"It was a bandit riot." Ye Alan told the truth. "Ah..." He sighed.

Jun Huanyu's body was shaking, and even his breathing was not smooth. It was obvious that the pain buried in his heart was aroused.

Ye Alan walked up to Jun Huanyu and raised her hand to stroke Jun Huanyu's head.

In just a moment, Ye Alan felt a surge of blood, as majestic as a dragon about to split the sky. He couldn't help but shudder.

"Such a powerful blood and energy seems to be a special physique: the body of the sun."

Ye Alan immediately looked at Jun Huanyu.

"You have a good physique and can practice. Perhaps you can get revenge in the future!" Ye Alan guided him.

This world is too cruel, the strong are respected, the weak cannot change the facts, and even cannot find their enemies. Ye Alan gave Jun Huanyu a thought.

"Practice?" Jun Huanyu was surprised: "Are you an immortal? The teacher at the academy said that people who can practice are immortals who are high above. The life and death of mortals depends on their thoughts."

Ye Alan smiled and said, "Immortal? I don't deserve it... If I were an immortal, what would I call someone stronger than me?"

Jun Huanyu jumped off the bed, and laid on the ground with his whole body, knocking his head loudly, saying, "I want to avenge my father and mother. Please teach me how to practice."

Ye Alan stretched out his left hand, and the long sword placed beside the campfire whistled and flew into Ye Alan's hand in an instant. He made a sword flower and swung the sword casually. The sword light hit a piece of land in the distance.

"Bang!" A large piece of soil exploded. Ye Alan chanted a spell, and the scattered bones automatically condensed into a skeleton, trembling towards the deep pit.

Jun Huanyu was stunned.

"Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, may the deceased rest in peace..." Ye Alan murmured.

The bones were arranged neatly and lay down automatically, but unfortunately there was no head.

"The path of cultivation is extremely difficult. Many people can only do nothing throughout their entire lives. If you set your goals at a young age, you will never change them! Young man, since you are seeking revenge, you should also remember your heart! Never forget it!" Ye Alan turned around and said to Jun Huanyu.

“This is the heart of Tao!”

Jun Huanyu prostrated himself on the ground and said loudly: "Never forget your original intention!"

(End of this chapter)