Ding Hao held his fist tightly, his heart surging.

He swore to himself that one day he would also cultivate peerless mysterious skills, possess peerless martial arts, come alone to Juefeng, defeat the hero with one sword, and look down on all the mountains.

Of course, now he is just a sweeper with a status under the ground.

No one noticed him.

After leaving the square announcement area and following a winding path, Ding Hao quickly arrived at the back mountain area of ​​Wenjian Sect.

Compared with the magnificent and beautiful mountain in front, the area behind the mountain is simply a dirty and messy slum.

Here are thorns, the terrain is dangerous, and the strange rocks are everywhere, just like a place of demons.

The daily domestic waste generated by tens of thousands of people from the Sword Sect will be dumped under the stone forest and cliffs on the other side of this tilted rock forest. Over the past thousands of years, the wind and sun, the garbage has corroded and fermented, which has made the place smell bad and snakes and rats wander around.

The air was filled with a pungent fishy smell, just like hell.

But in this harsh environment, huts of various sizes are built in the rocky forests of the back mountains, densely packed, just like the slums in Brazil in previous lives, where there are no less than two or three thousand people.

The Ding Hao from the past lived here.

"It seems that this is the slum of the Sword Sect. It's a big deal. It seems that I can't get rid of the fate of the loser in my past and present lives, so I can only make a comeback slowly."

According to Ding Hao's integrated memory, most of the people living in this mass grave of garbage were inferior people from the Sword Sect [Logistics Cleaning Group].

These people are not warriors, without strong strength, cannot survive in the wild where demons are everywhere. They can only rely on humble physical labor to get the protection of the Wenjian Sect, live in the back mountain, and survive in this dangerous world surrounded by demons with difficulty like an ant.

On both sides of the curved path are thatched huts built along the stone walls and stone forests.

The surface thatch under the sunlight has turned dark black, and a strong accumulation of years comes to us.

The laughter and joy of the young children with bare butts who were not worried about the sorrow can be heard everywhere. A faint fragrance came from some thatched huts, and the smoke rose up. It was full of vitality in this dirty and stinky area.

Along the way, many people greeted Ding Hao warmly.

They are all friends that the former owner of this body has made.

Ding Hao responded warmly and friendlyly to everyone with a smile on his face.

In the blink of an eye, passing through the narrow path, the back of the slums was close to the garbage dump, and three or four thousand meters inside, there was a bottomless cliff abyss.

But on the edge of the garbage dump, there is unexpectedly a dazzling green area︳︳︳

Dozens of green saplings sing in the setting sun and evening breeze, like a group of weak green elves dancing. The green fenced courtyard surrounded two carefully built thatched huts, arranged in an orderly manner.

Although the entire courtyard is the closest place to the garbage dump in the slums, this green area is like a green state in the desert. It makes people shine at a glance, and even their mood is much better in an instant.

This is Ding Hao’s [home].

He pushed open the fence door and gently entered the courtyard.

There are more than twenty flower pots neatly placed in the yard, and extremely ordinary wild flowers are planted inside. On the roadside of the front mountain temple, such wild flowers can be seen everywhere, not at all noticeable, and may even be pulled out as weeds, but it is very beautiful to place them here.

Ding Hao fiddled with the flowers and plants in the yard for a while, and then he pushed the door and entered the hut.

The sunset shines in behind the window frame, and the light is slightly dim.

There is no furniture in the room.

A broken wooden bed covered with thin cloth, an Eight Immortals table with one leg missing, a stove made of stones, a black iron pot, a simple stove, some tattered earthen jars containing pickled vegetables and cured meat, and some simple daily utensils hanging on the walls of the thatched hut, are all very worn.

The only thing that is eye-catching is a small women's cotton jacket hanging on the wall of the main door.

This cotton jacket worn by a girl about five or six years old is extremely rough and has ordinary workmanship, but it is clean and spotless. The bright red color adds warmth and color to this monotonous and shabby little thatched hut.

When Ding Hao pushed the door open, he saw this little cotton jacket at first sight.

This is the clothes my sister Ding Keer wore before she disappeared.

In my memory, it was the snowy afternoon three years ago. When Ding Hao returned from duty on that day, he found that his sister who was waiting at home suddenly disappeared.

He looked around the slums as if he was crazy.

Later, many people said that they saw a mysterious man wearing white clothes and like an immortal. For some reason, they appeared in the thatched hut. When they passed by the thatched hut, they took away the crying little Loli Ding Keer.

Later, Ding Hao, on the wooden pillar of the hut, found a line of words he had ignored before.

"This woman has a fate with me, so she can cultivate my great way. In the southern region, I left my words with the words "Muhuang Tianji."

The handwriting is natural and wants to penetrate the pillar, containing strange power. Ordinary people will be dizzy after watching it for a long time. Many people in the slums have thought that they were definitely left by a very powerful peerless master.

But who is this Mu Huang Tianji?

But no one knows.

The only thing that is certain is that the southern region is very far, very far away, so far that ordinary people cannot reach even if they ride fast horses without eating or drinking or staying, they will never be able to reach them for the rest of their lives.

After Ding Keer disappeared, the little red cotton jacket conveyed all the longing that Ding Hao had for the past three years.

At this moment, when I saw the little red cotton jacket, a memory rushed into Ding Hao's mind like a tide. The clip of relying on his sister flashed rapidly like a movie shot. At the same time, a four-year creeping deep into the bone marrow, like a breeding weed, spreading irresistibly in the depths of Ding Hao's soul.

"Brother, why don't mom and dad want us anymore? Where did they go?"

"Brother, Ke'er is hungry. Can you make porridge for Ke'er?"

"Wow, what a beautiful cotton jacket, brother, is it really for Keer? Woooo, thank you brother!"

"Brother, when I grow up, I will definitely make delicious food for me every day..."

"elder brother……"

The familiar and crisp sound of the little loli seemed to be still lingering in her ears. Ding Hao stood at the door, tears couldn't stop sliding out of his eyes, and an almost irresistible impulse appeared in his heart, making him want to rush out immediately and find his sister back.

Ding Hao doesn't want to cry.

But he couldn't help himself.

An irrepressible sadness and impulse permeated his entire soul.

Ding Hao knew that this was because of the fusion of memories. The deep-rooted family affection and longing of the former owner of the body for his missing sister was affecting his emotions.

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Chapter completed!