A star without a name, but with a fiery core, traveled through countless light years. The fragments of the outer shell fell off little by little. In the end, only a volume of about twenty centimeters in diameter was left, and it quickly moved towards a certain place in the universe.
The planetary impact of joy, anger, sorrow and joy. The fist-sized sphere finally passed through the clouds and passed through the surface of a certain piece of frozen soil, and its speed stopped.
Half a million years have passed.
Boss Qiao is the only blacksmith in the town, and his stories are all the same. An orphan lived in Nan'an Town. The old blacksmith in the town gave him food. Seeing that he was tall and strong, he made him an apprentice. Again.
Later, the old blacksmith was trampled to death by an officer's horse while he was out. The apprentice, Boss Qiao, supported the old blacksmith's family, married the old blacksmith's daughter, and jointly served the old blacksmith's blind wife.
Boss Qiao’s story is probably shared by thousands of similar incidents happening in this country every day.
It was just an ordinary, ordinary summer day.
There are no visitors today and there is no work to catch up on. Boss Qiao and his wife Qiao are repairing the chicken shed together. There will be more and more rain in summer. The eight reed hens that the family has managed to raise are so that they can eat eggs at home.
It is also an important source of other things that can sometimes be exchanged with neighbors.
The faint sound of copper bells could be heard in the distance.
Boss Qiao's home is at the entrance of the village, where he can always hear and see outsiders. Outsiders often appear in winter, and are very rare in summer.
Boss Qiao stopped what he was doing, lifted up his clothes and wiped his sweat, walked out of the door and looked towards the direction where the bell was coming from.
The bell seemed to ring for a long time, and then Boss Qiao vaguely saw what appeared to be a green mule carrying a man whose whole body was covered tightly appearing under the big locust tree at the entrance of the village.
The mule got closer and closer, and actually stopped at the door of Mr. Qiao's house. This was not a strange thing. As the first house at the entrance of the village, tourists often appeared, some asking for directions, and some looking for someone.
Some asked for a drink of water, while others sat at the door to rest.
Boss Qiao feels very bored. He wears so many clothes in summer, so he probably doesn't have a clear mind.
He didn't quite understand. Boss Qiao was dazzled and saw that the man had got off his mule and was standing in front of him like a stake. He asked, "Are you the blacksmith in the village?"
Boss Qiao looked at the man who spoke. He looked thin, with a mask covering his face so that his appearance and age could not be seen. He was only wearing a very ordinary gray linen gown, but his voice was low and pleasant, but it revealed deep fatigue. This way
What would a man do with his blacksmith?
Boss Qiao replied, "Yes, it's me."
Qiao's impatient voice came from the yard, "Yong'er, go see what your father is doing outside. He hasn't come back after so long. If you don't repair the chicken shed, what will you do if it rains at night?"
Suddenly, a childish child emerged from behind Boss Qiao. He was about to open his mouth when he turned around and saw the man in gray at the door. Boss Qiao's son Qiao Xianyong approached the stranger curiously and tugged at him.
The sleeve on the right felt a little strange, but I couldn't tell. I opened my mouth and asked, "Grandpa, are you looking for my dad?"
Boss Qiao was confused. He didn't know why Yong'er opened his mouth and it was his grandfather. From what angle did this ignorant little kid know that it belonged to his grandfather. He ignored Yong'er and then asked the man in gray.
"Hakka, what do you want from the blacksmith?"
Although I couldn't see the face of the man in gray, I felt that he slightly tilted his head in the direction of Yong'er and paused for a second or two. Maybe there was no pause. It was Boss Qiao's illusion. He always felt that his boy was cute and pleasant. Everyone They couldn't help but look at him.
"I need you to make a short sword. I have brought the materials. I will pick them up in ten days."
"Hakka, we can't knock it out in ten days. I still have the hoe from Widow Wang's family, and the shovel from Li Mayou's family hasn't finished knocking it out yet. How about fifteen days?"
I couldn't see the expression of the man in gray, but I felt like the air was melting in front of him. "Ten days. Twenty taels of silver."
Boss Qiao opened his mouth wide. Twenty taels of silver was enough for their family to live for two years. It was still the kind of two years when they had no worries about food and drink. Qiao's belly was also big now. She used to help others with washing and washing. The work to support the family is almost gone. This money is enough to raise another fat boy, maybe build another small tile-roofed house, and raise a little donkey. Boss Qiao felt dizzy for a while and began to dream about his happy life.
Boss Qiao hurriedly nodded to the man in gray, with an unstoppable smile on his face, and said loudly, "Don't worry, Hakka, I won't do any other work for now. Now let me light the stove." Then he turned to talk to Yong'er. He said, "Little bastard, what are you mumbling about here? Go and tell your mother to light the stove and come to business." Then he turned to the man in gray and said, "Hakka, it's noon, come in and rest for a while. I don't have anything at home. If you want something delicious, I'll give you a bowl of noodles. My wife's chicken noodle soup is unmatched by any other restaurant in the village. You can also tell me the ingredients and the appearance of the dagger."
The man in gray hesitated for a moment, seeming to stare at Boss Qiao carefully for a few seconds. Then he took a slender package from the green mule and followed Boss Qiao into the simple courtyard.
The city fifty miles east of Songya Mountain is a restricted area for most people in this kingdom. There is a circle of black river water outside the city. Sometimes there is a thick layer of viscous oil floating on the water. There are dots of blue fire. Beyond the river is the Gobi Desert lined with strange rocks, with no grass growing. People of the older generation say that this place used to be rich in water and grass, and it was a natural pasture given by God. I don’t know when such a city began to exist. I don’t know what kind of people can enter the city. Some people say it’s hell, and some say it’s worse than hell.
In the black hall with a height of 20 meters in the center of the city, there were two rows of about a hundred military officers in black armor kneeling in unison, with their heads touching the ground in neat movements. In the main hall of Nuo Da, there was no sound. There was a sound.
"Have you found it? Jinghuo Hall?" It was unclear whether it was a male or a female voice asking. The voice had no emotion at all, and it was impossible to tell whether it was enthusiastic, sincere, accusatory, or angry.
The five people kneeling on the left side of the first row all knelt forward, but no one dared to raise their heads. The taller person on the far left seemed to have used all his strength to squeeze out a few words, "Report Night Demon, my subordinates found traces of something in the southeast."
"I just asked, have you found it?" It was still that cold voice.
"Report to the Night Demon, no...no." The general on the far left seemed to shudder a few times.
"snort."
Except for this nasal sound, there were no words. The people in the hall suddenly heard in horror that there seemed to be a little crackling sound, followed by someone's painful screams. Several generals kneeling on the ground knew that Jing Jing The end of the Fire Hall has come. They were put under the "Netherworld Bone Curse" by the Night Demon. The cursed person began to explode little by little from the bone marrow, gradually spreading to blood vessels, muscles, skin, eyeballs, and skulls. The speed of the explosion was very Slow, for an adult, it will take about thirty-two hours to turn into a pile of ashes. The bodies of the five generals in the Jinghuo Hall were twisted and wailing. But no one else in the hall dared to raise their heads, nor did they. One dared to take a look to the left.
The cold voice said, "Those useless things from Jinghuo Hall. Fifteen Jinghuo Yin from Jinghuo Hall will cast a double Nether Bone Curse. Tayundang takes orders. Within five days, I want to see the things put in
In this main hall, the three hundred members of Jinghuo Hall are under the management of Tayun Hall. Please step aside."
The blackness of the day is as boundless as the blackness of the night.