Chapter 1: Ancient village teenager

The dark clouds of ink squeezed the sky, hiding the golden eyes that had just been filled, and the sinking seemed to fall, as if the whole world was quiet.
The indifferent wind slammed through the ground, throwing the birds behind the insects, and the weak little flowers and grasses had already swayed to the ground, and it was the rain when the mountains and rains came.
In the dense old trees and forests, as soon as the figure moves through the woods, the target is the black lion that runs in front.
The speed of the black lion is not unpleasant, but the figure is faster. When there is a distance of six or seven feet from the black lion, the right arm of the figure rises and sways forward. The screaming of the emptiness came out, and a black iron gun with a length of more than half was caught up with the black lion, and it came out from the back and penetrated into the front abdomen, and the black lion was nailed to the ground.
The black-scale lion roared and struggled, but how could he not pull out the black iron gun that was nailed to the ground through the body, and the breath was getting weaker and weaker. At this time, the figure also came to the front of the black-cresed lion. This is a burlap coat. The boy, the boy has a pair of clear and bright stars, a black hair draped over his head, and his face is still a little childish.
Looking at the black-souled lion that had been cut off, the boy grabbed the black iron gun in his hands and shook it, and then turned the black-skinned lion behind him and then turned away.
If people see this scene, they must be shocked. The black lion is a large beast, weighing a few hundred pounds, an ordinary adult hunter, not a team can not provoke, but now the boy is easily killed. ( $>>>)
Lightning thunder, heavy rain is like pouring, but the boy has already arrived under an old tree.
"It's not a good weather, but fortunately there is a harvest." The boy looked at the black-scale lion's paw on his shoulder and muttered.
After the rain stopped, the boy glared at the body of the black lion, and looked forward in a direction.
After an hour, a small village appeared in the boy's sight.
"Night! The night brother is back." The child playing in the village saw the boy appear and shouted loudly.
"Call the uncle to divide the black-scale lion meat!" The boy is the nightingale, put down the corpse of the black lion, pull a short knife from the waist, and remove a lion's leg and leave.
Watching the nightingale leave, the children’s eyes are full of worship.
In the village, men can't go hunting when they are less than fifteen years old. Even if they are fifteen years old, they must go out with the hunting team in the village. It is only 14 years old at night, and has been hunting for more than a year. Experience, every time is full of return.
This is an ordinary village of Zhuyuan Village. There are forty or fifty families in the village. They all live by hunting and see the nightingale. The aunts and aunts in the village are warmly greeting the nightingale.
All the way to say hello, the nightingale came to the west of the village, here is his home, said that there are only two people at home, one is the nightingale, the other is the ancient pipa of a wheelbarrow under the eaves.
"Come back!" The old squint was lifted and he said hello.
"Daddy, I am back." After saying hello, the nightingale went to the fire to deal with the hind legs of the black lion.
Because there are only two people in the family, the nightingale only cut down one leg of the black-scale lion and took it back. The rest was given to the villagers.
The two are fathers and sons, not the father and son of a surname. The nightingale is an orphan. It is the ancient monk who returned. The ancient monk is the village head of Zhuyuan Village.
"Daddy, your last thing hasn't finished yet. The Guardian of the Holy Light teaches and competes with the Nandoumen woman. Who wins in the end?" Point the fire and watch the night owl on the hind legs of the black lion. Asked the old man, his face was full of curiosity.
"If you don't say anything, don't say this, you should wipe your face first." The ancient cockroach came to the fire and handed a towel to the nightingale, shuttled through the woods after the rain, nighting hair and face. There was some rain on it.
The evening weather after the rain was a bit cold, and the wind blew a cluster of bamboo in the courtyard, and the shaking fire reflected the face of the ancient dragonfly and the nightingale.
The ancient cockroach looked at the nightingale while roasting the fire. "You are very interested in this?"
The nocturnal nodded and continued to turn over the lion's legs on the fire.
The opposite is the silence of the two people. The idea of ​​the nightingale is old. I know that the nightingale wants to go out and squat. I want to be a warrior. The ancient sly idea also knows that I don’t want to let myself go out because the world outside. The danger is great.
"Hey, how much do you know about the outside world?" The ancient sighed.
Nine domain and eighteen states, vast and innocent, from one domain to one state to another, millions of people, no one knows how vast it is, and one person can’t walk out of a domain for a lifetime. Daze has no end.
It is dangerous everywhere in the mountains of Daze. The beasts and monsters are rampant, and there are more ancient beasts. It is the overlord in the mountains. Even the practitioners who are highly educated do not dare to provoke.
Zhuyuan Village is located in the remote area of ​​the north of Dongxuzhou. It is also thousands of miles away from the nearest town. It is a thousand miles away from the nearest cultivation of Zongmen Medicine Valley.
"That also changes life, changes the status quo, is not to be able to join the cultivation of the sect, can you get the blessing? If you get the blessing, then the tragedy of the previous time can be avoided." Night sighed and said.
Some time ago, Zhuyuan Village was attacked by a monster, and the loss was heavy. Three good hunters were lost in the village. Finally, the old scorpion and the hunter in the village joined forces to drive the monster away.
The ancient cockroaches did not speak and fell into thinking.
Looking at the ancient shackles of thinking, the nightingale did not continue to say that he knew the ancient sly character, and if he agreed, he agreed. If he disagrees, it would be useless to continue.
After eating something, the nightingale returned to the Westinghouse of the three bamboo houses. It was his room. This is the characteristic of Zhuyuan Village. The village is surrounded by bamboo and bamboo houses, which is rare in the Daze Mountain.
In the mountains and mountains, the rain came quickly and went fast. Looking at the starry sky outside the gap of the bamboo wall, the nightmare appeared in the mind of the night, telling the picture of the master showdown.
I couldn't sleep, and the nightingale sat up and put on my coat and walked toward the back of the bamboo house. There were two lonely graves behind the bamboo house.
Looking at the lonely grave, the nightingale touched the ribs, there was a scar of scars.
According to the ancient cricket, when the ancient cockroaches who went out to hunt and found themselves, the two people in the lonely grave had already died. They had a steel knife under their ribs, and the steel knife was a little bit too old to survive.
The stone tablet of the Lonely Tomb is written by the Knights of the Night. This is the ancient name. According to the tokens of the two people at that time, they know the names of the two. The nightingale also has a jade card with a night word on it.
Reaching out and touching the stone tablet, the nightingale bites his lip. He knows that he can live. It is because of the adoption of the ancient monks, but it has a great relationship with the people in the grave. When the ancient monk found himself, a man in the grave Just kneeling on his body, the steel knife is pierced by a man in his own rib.
Closer, this is also the origin of the name of the nightingale.
"It seems that your thoughts are difficult to remove. I originally intended to let you live in Zhuyuan Village safely and steadily. Like ordinary people, you are married and have children, and you are sick and dead. But after all, you are not a descendant of ordinary people. My old man is also Not obsessed." The ancient slaps the shoulders of the nightingale and sighs and said.