In a village on the outskirts of the capital, in a private school in the village, the sound of the school children's reading gradually stopped.
"School is dismissed early today, after a period of time the class will be taught by Li Fuzi."
The gentleman in the school, who is about 30 years old, has a light eyebrow, put down the ruler and said to the dozens of village children below.
"Sir, why do you want Master Li to teach?" A group of village children suddenly frowned, apparently disliked Master Li, who was always staid and serious.
Mr. Private School explained gently: "Sir, I want to go out a long way, and I will come back after a few days."
Hearing that, a teenage girl sitting in the front came over, pulled her sleeves, and looked at her eagerly: "Mr. Go out, how long will it take to come back?"
Even if it is close to the capital and the style of study is open, there are still not many schools that allow girls to study, especially in villages, which are extremely rare.
The light-faced teacher rubbed the girl's hair with a smile and said, "I will be back soon."
"Oh, that's good." The girl suddenly laughed happily.
When the group of children ran away after school, only the teacher was left in the private school, and the smile on his face disappeared little by little.
Carefully set the tables and chairs one by one, wipe them clean, then walked out the door, locked the door, then turned around, and saw a strange-looking man with long black hair appeared outside the door:
"Are you going to the wasteland?"
The teacher didn't seem to be surprised. He glanced at the black-haired man lightly and said in a flat tone:
"The people from the Qintian Supervisor are already ready to leave. I heard that Wang Xundao will also be there. How can I miss it?"
The other party seemed a little angry:
"You also know that Wang Xun Dao is here? Well, even if you have a high level of cultivation, you are not afraid of him, but you must know that he is not alone, but with a large number of the elite of the Qin Tianjian!"
"I will avoid them naturally."
"But your destination is the same!" At this point, the black-haired man was a little anxious. "I have already heard the news. Just a few hours before that mountain fell, a mysterious person had set foot on Dongshan...
Although the details are not certain, this incident is most likely to be related to the one-night practice of human beings six hundred years ago... It is more likely to be related to the origin of the legendary "Demon Slayer"...
In other words, even if it was a great opportunity, it was also a chance for the human race!
You and I were born as monsters, and are incompatible with the world. Even the cultivation is far less easy than human beings. You can only use your talent to transform yourself. It is not easy for you to practice. Why bother to stir this muddy water? "
His tone was fierce, and the more he spoke, the more grumpy he appeared, just like his racial character.
Mr. Private School smiled and looked at this old friend, and corrected his tone seriously:
"You know, I never agree with the difference between shemales.
I don't even think that the heaven and earth teaching six hundred years ago was an opportunity that belonged only to the human race. If it was true, the monster race at that time would not have the same breath technique. "
"I can't tell you," the big demon who turned into a black-haired man said angrily. "You want to go, and I can't stop it. I'm afraid that when you are really cut off, I will regret it!"
Mr. Private School has a calm smile on his face: "If there is a day, please collect the body for me."
"Huh!" The other party immediately walked away, the figure gradually faded in broad daylight, until there was no more sign.
Shaking his head, the big demon, who has been teaching here for three years, turned around and finally took a look at the village behind him, then sighed slightly, the vitality floating around him.
The whole person is shrouded in mysterious light and shadow.
The originally peaceful eyebrows gradually sharpened, and the hair on the top of his head turned pure white.
"Wasteland?"
With that, he took a step and headed north, but the villagers along the way ignored it.
...
"All candidates, get in the car and start!"
At the north gate of the capital, a wealthy young man named Lu Tang climbed into the carriage, waved goodbye to the servants who came to see him off, and huddled with a car full of candidates, he heard a call of peace in front of the team.
Then, the mysterious horse with a little blood of the monster race took a step forward and carried them towards the northern wasteland.
But everyone knows that when you officially enter the wasteland, carts and horses can no longer walk.
When they were introduced, whether they could keep up with the Qintian Supervisor's team, or how long and how far they could follow, was the test questions for their martial arts test.
"You said, what is hidden in the place marked by the previous star chart?"
As the carriage moved, an examinee couldn't help but say.
Lu Tang, who was sitting by the window of the carriage, glanced at the young man, and said, "If you go and see, you will know."
He and the candidates also smiled.
Although they heard that the wasteland was bitter and cold, none of the energetic people felt that they would be left behind.
Lu Tang looked at the expressions of the others and didn't say anything. He just turned his head and looked out the window, and then suddenly thought of the monk named Lin Tuo:
"I don't know what he is doing...Unfortunately, the single cultivator wants to cross the wasteland with great difficulties, but it is better to follow the team in the martial arts test.
It's just that, he has no chance to see the chance...
Hey, what do I want him to do? "
...
...
At the same time that the Qintian Supervisor team embarked on their journey.
North of Shengguo’s capital, within the territory, over a large area of bitter cold wasteland, a figure in a green robe broke the wind.
Lin Tuo looked down at the scenery at his feet from the ridges to the mountains, and finally, a low-lying basin appeared.
Standing on the ground, the feeling is probably not clear, but at high altitude, it is obvious.
That is a naturally formed landform.
The whole wasteland is sunken here. It may have been a lake or something hundreds of millions of years ago, but at this moment, it is just a desolation.
Here is the area marked by Lin Tuo.
He is ready to be here, waiting for the arrival of humans or monsters...Of course, the premise is that Huaxi can finish the copy in time...
"Well, if you can't finish copying, just think of a way not to let them go too fast. How can you learn the scriptures so smoothly?" Standing in the air, Lin Tuo muttered.
Immediately ready to proceed to the next step.
He is going to decorate this place a little bit, otherwise, after waiting, everyone can't stand on the bare ground and talk, it's not solemn enough.
In addition, the markers on the star map only have a rough direction. This wasteland is so big that if you don't make a landmark, no one can find it.
Fortunately, he had already thought out the arrangement.
This is why it is marked here.
"Awareness switch."
...
The next second, Lishan study.
Lin Tuo's eyes regained his energy, and he retracted the clone, turning his head to look at the potted plant on the window sill.
Well, it was used as a "transit place" for a short time and settled the immigrants from the New World.
Later, after the people moved away, they were emptied. Only the tree and the simple houses left by the migrants from the wasteland under the tree were placed in the room as a bonsai.
Now he is ready to reuse it.
...
Not long after, inside the No. 3 sandbox, above the vast and boundless wasteland.
The air was suddenly distorted, and a large amount of sand fell down, almost filling the basin, and then a huge tree fell from the sky accompanied by the soil.
