Chapter 951: Malay

Chen Luo followed the little boy all the way to the north. On this way, he could feel the fear in the little boy's heart.
He shivered in the cold wind, endured hunger, and injured his fingers when he was digging graves. In cold weather, the pain became more and more unbearable.
But the little boy didn't look back. He strode forward, struggling to break the ice surface on the frozen river channel and drinking a sip of cold river water.
But the ice belly made his physical condition worse.
Chen Luo saw several times that he was going to pass out, but he still survived with one breath.
The little boy cut through the frozen ground in the wilderness, looking for grass roots to feed his hunger.
Chen Luo didn't know where the little boy was going, but looking at his persistent and determined eyes, even Chen Luo's long-standing mood was touched.
I don't know how long it took, and the little boy finally couldn't keep from freezing and passed out.
A woodman passing by the wood saw him from afar, and ran quickly to check his condition.
When the woodcutter saw the little boy who was about to run out of light, he did not care to go to the mountain to cut wood, but immediately took the little boy back to his humble home and invited a witch doctor from the tribe to rescue him.
The woodcutter's family also has a wife, but he has never been able to give birth to children for many years.
It's just that although their family is very poor, both husband and wife are extremely kind.
The woodcutter and his wife took care of the little boy, and after a few days, he finally got back to life.
"Child, do you have a name?"
Qiao couple asked gently.
The little boy looked up and looked at the woman with big eyes, then shook his head.
The Qiao couple thought the little boy had forgotten or had no name.
In the Great Desolation, the tribes are fighting each other, and there are often displaced children. They are not surprised. They do not delve into the identity of the little boy.
The little boy looked at the gentle Qiao couple at the moment, thinking of his mother's appearance, and tears in his eyes could not stop falling.
The woodcutter and his wife felt distressed and hugged the little boy tightly in their arms. "No fear, no fear. I will be your mother-in-law in the future. Our family is poor and can't give you beautiful food, but we will love you well. You, let you grow up."
The husband and wife have no heirs, so they love the little boy very much and really treat them as their own sons.
Gradually, as time passed slowly, the little boy grew up day by day and became a powerful young man.
He was wearing a coarse clothed shirt, smiling and accompanied his parents into the field, chopping wood, sitting on the kang head and chatting together.
The days have been dull and stable, without any waves.
In this year, the big witch in the tribe wants to select young people from the tribe to practice witchcraft.
The young man was chosen for his talent, and he officially began practicing witchcraft.
Chen Luo only knew what age Xuan Tianjun was at this time. He turned out to be a descendant of the Wu people in the Honghuang era.
The Wu people believe that all creatures have spirits, and they can summon the coming of the ancestors and witches through the spirit, and they can summon all kinds of creatures to help the war, pay attention to spiritual beliefs and spiritual strength, and achieve very fast results.
Xuan Tianjun, who was a boy, showed his amazing strength. When he was less than sixteen years old, he became the most powerful witchcraft practitioner in the tribe.
At this time, the young Xuan Tianjun accidentally learned that another Wu tribe is preparing to attack his tribe.
In the wild, the fittest survive.
A witch ministry attacked another tribe in order to survive and cultivate resources. The result was usually annihilation. The tribe of Xuan Tianjun when he was a child was the most direct example.
According to Chen Luo's guess, Xuan Tianjun should immediately inform the big Wuzhu of this news, but he did not even consider whether to pass the enemy.
Chen Luo was stunned when he saw this place. He couldn't help but frowned. This witch department had raised Xuan Tianjun for nearly ten years. He certainly wouldn't do it for no reason.
At this time, Xuan Tianjun's old voice sounded in Chen Luo's mind, "Choose to tell the big witch in the tribe to wish the enemy to attack, or pass through the enemy, and tell the other party's defense in the tribe, you... ..how to choose?"
Chen Luo was shocked in his heart, and he thought quickly in his mind.
After a while, he suddenly asked, "Witch is the witch who raised him?"
"Yes."
Chen Luo sighed. He finally knew why Xuan Tianjun, who was just a little boy, would insist on going north.
Xuan Tianjun knew that the witch had wiped out his whole clan, so he had to sneak into the witch and use their power to avenge his whole clan.
A child as young as six or seven years old had this idea, and he didn't know how this witchcraft would treat outsiders, he dared to take a risk, but he was still fighting.
Revenge is expected when it is completed. If it fails, orphans like him will not live long in a dangerous wilderness.
Chen Luo remained silent for a while, which was indeed not an easy choice.
Because Chen Luo saw the young Xuan Tianjun hesitantly and uncertainly, he hesitated at the last moment.
Even though Xuan Tianjun had a hatred against this witchcraft department, after all, he lived with the witchcraft staff for ten years, and had parents who treated him like himself.
Between the two choices of repaying the nurturing of grace and revenge of the genocide, Xuan Tianjun is swinging repeatedly, and he can never make up his mind.
Chen Luo pondered for a long time, but even if he said, "For the Son of Man, he has vowed to avenge the hatred of his parents and their people, and he cannot withdraw even if he died. unit!"
After saying this, everything in Chen Luo's body changed suddenly.
A young man stood in the air, his long black hair fluttering in the wind, and a simple flying sword floated in front of him.
And behind him, as well as in the sky and underground, are all angry monks.
They sent out all kinds of magic weapons one after another, and they bombarded young men all over the place.
Chen Luo recognized it at a glance. This person was Xuan Tianjun in his adulthood.
"Since nothing happened, it means that it has been passed just now."
Chen Luo was slightly startled, and soon understood.
Although I didn't directly tell Xuan Tianjun what choice he made, but he can come here to show that the choice he made should be no different from his own, or it is similar to what he did.
He stood proudly in the air at this time, facing almost tens of thousands of monks alone.
Facing the various magic weapons flying over, Xuan Tianjun looked very cold and looked at the past indifferently.
At this time, Xuan Tianjun's eyes revealed endless vicissitudes, and he suddenly held the flying sword floating in front of him with one hand.
In an instant, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and thunder and thunder.
Xuan Tianjun's long hair fluttered wantonly, and he snorted coldly in his mouth, "Today I will send you into Huangquan by means of qi training etc."
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