Ding Hao clenched his fist tightly, his heart pounding.
He swears to himself that one day he will also cultivate into the peerless profound arts, possess peerless martial power, stand alone on the peak, defeat the hero with one sword, and see the mountains and small mountains.
Of course, now he’s just an underground sweeper.
No one noticed him.
Leaving the announcement area of the square and following a winding path, Ding Hao soon came to the back mountain area of Asking Sword Sect.
Compared with the magnificent and beautiful front mountain, which is like a fairyland on earth, the back mountain area is simply a dirty slum.
This place is densely covered with thorns, the terrain is treacherous, and there are many strange rocks, like a land of demons.
The daily household garbage generated by tens of thousands of people up and down the Swordsman Sect will be dumped under the stone forest and cliffs on the other side of this sloping rock forest. The sun and the rotten and fermented garbage have made the place stench unpleasant, and snakes and rats run wild.
The air is filled with a pungent stench, almost like hell.
But in this harsh environment, there are shacks of various sizes built close to each other, just like the slums in Brazil in the previous life. There are no less than two or three thousand people living here.
The former Ding Hao lived here.
“It seems that this is the slum area of Wen Jianzong. It seems that I can’t get rid of the fate of Diaosi in the past and present, and can only slowly counterattack.”
According to Ding Hao’s combined memories, most of the people living in this **** burial mound are low-level people from Wen Jianzong’s [Logistics Cleaning Group].
These people are not warriors, they do not have tyrannical strength, they cannot survive in the wild where monsters are teeming with monsters, they can only rely on humble manual labor to get the blessing of Wen Jianzong, living in the back mountain, in this dangerous world surrounded by monsters and monsters. , surviving as hard as ants.
On both sides of the winding path, there are thatched huts built along the stone walls and stone forests.
Under the feng shui sun, the surface layer of thatch has turned dark black, and a thick accumulation of time is coming.
The laughter and laughter of unhappy, bare-ass young children can be heard everywhere. There is a faint fragrance from some thatched huts, and the curling smoke rises. This dirty and smelly area is full of vitality.
Along the way, many people greeted Ding Hao warmly.
All friends made by the previous owner of this body.
Ding Hao responded warmly and friendly to everyone with a smile on his face.
In a blink of an eye, through the narrow path, the back of the slum is near the garbage dump, and three or four kilometers further in, there is a bottomless cliff abyss.
And on the edge of the garbage heap, there is an unexpectedly bright green ︳︳
Dozens of small green saplings sang in the evening breeze, like a group of weak green elves dancing. The green fence courtyard surrounded by two well-built thatched cottages in a random pattern.
Although the entire courtyard is the closest place to the garbage dump in the slum, this green area is like an oasis in the desert, which makes people’s eyes bright at first glance, and even their mood instantly improves a lot.
This is Ding Hao’s [home].
He pushed open the fence gate and gently entered the courtyard.
There are more than 20 flower pots neatly placed in the yard, which are planted with extremely common wildflowers. Such wildflowers can be seen everywhere on the roadside of the former mountain dojo It is the weeds that are pulled out, but they are beautiful here.
Ding Hao fiddled with the flowers and plants in the yard for a while before pushing the door and entering the thatched hut.
The setting sun shines in from behind the window lattice, and the light is slightly dim.
There is no furniture in the house.
A tattered wooden bed covered with a thin cloth, a Eight Immortals table with a missing leg, a stove made of stones, a dark iron pot, a simple stove, and some tattered earthenware pots containing Things like pickled vegetables and cured meat, some simple everyday utensils hanging on the walls of the hut, are all very worn.
The only thing that stands out is a small women’s padded jacket that hangs on the wall at the main entrance.
This cotton-padded jacket worn by a girl of about five or six years old is made of extremely rough earthcloth, and the workmanship is also very ordinary, but it was washed very cleanly and was spotless. Added warmth and color.
When Ding Hao pushed in the door, he saw this little padded jacket at first sight.
This is what my sister Ding Keer wore before she disappeared.
In my memory, it was that snowy afternoon three years ago. When Ding Hao came back from duty that day, he found that his sister who was waiting at home had suddenly disappeared.
He looked like crazy all over the slum.
Later, many people said that they saw a mysterious woman dressed in white, like a fairy, who appeared in the thatched hut for some unknown reason. When passing the hut, she took away the crying little loli Ding Keer.
Later, the former Ding Hao found a line of characters that he had neglected before on the wooden pillars of the thatched hut.
“This woman has a relationship with me and can cultivate my avenue. Nanyu, Muhuang Tianji will leave a message.”
The handwriting is natural, straight out of the column, and contains strange power. Ordinary people will be dizzy after reading ~IndoMTL.com~ for a long time. Left behind by a powerful peerless master.
Just who is this Muhuang Tianji?
No one knows.
The only thing that is certain is that the Southern Region is very far, very far, so far that even ordinary people can’t reach it even if they ride a fast horse, don’t eat, drink, or stay.
After Ding Keer disappeared, the little red padded jacket entrusted all the thoughts of the former Ding Hao for three years.
At this moment, at the moment of seeing the little red padded jacket, a memory flooded Ding Hao’s mind unstoppably like a tide. For four years, it spread irresistibly in the depths of Ding Hao’s soul like weeds.
“Brother, why didn’t Mom and Dad leave us? Where did they go?”
“Brother, Ke’er is hungry, can you make porridge for Ke’er?”
“Wow, what a beautiful padded jacket, brother, is it really for Ke’er? Woohoo, thank you brother!”
“Brother, when I grow up, I will definitely make something delicious for my brother every day…”
“Brother…”
Little Loli’s familiar and crisp voice seemed to be still lingering in his ears. Ding Hao stood at the door, tears could not stop falling from his eyes. There was an almost irresistible impulse in his heart, making him Now I want to rush out immediately and find my sister back.
Ding Hao didn’t want to cry.
But I can’t help myself.
An uncontrollable sadness and urge pervaded his entire soul.
Ding Hao knew that this was because of the fusion of memories, and the deep affection and longing of the former owner of the body for the missing sister was affecting his emotions.
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Seeking for red tickets and collections, all kinds of requests.