"Ming'er, do you believe in fate?" Under the moonlight, beside the bonfire that might be extinguished in the breeze at any time, Mo Heng looked at the girl clinging to him and said softly.
This is late at night.
The tribesmen in the village have returned to their wooden houses to rest and fall asleep. In the open space covered by darkness, only these two poor people from the Daoling Dynasty were left.
"Destiny?" Huo Ming looked at Mo Heng, her eyes flashed, and she nodded seriously, saying, "Yeah, I believe it. It's because of fate that I was able to see Mo Heng."
"Is this so..."
Mo Heng smiled calmly and said, "Let's go, it's time for us to go back."
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…
Half a month's time.
Mo Heng and Huo Ming lived quietly in the village, isolated from the world, as if they were truly integrated into this eternally lonely tribe.
Sometimes.
Mo Heng would also go out to hunt mountain birds with the young and strong men in the village; Huo Ming would also help the women and old people in the village work in the valleys.
Life is very dull and simple.
Just living.
night.
After dinner, Mo Heng sat in the room. Because there was no power of heaven and earth in Linze, he could not practice, so he could only live a comfortable life like this.
Lift your head.
Mo Heng looked up at the night sky and fell into deep thought, "This is not the Daoling Dynasty. The night sky above our heads is also pitch black. There are no stars, only more ancient loneliness."
"Mo Heng? What are you looking at?" Huo Ming noticed that he was a little sad and raised his head, but could see nothing but the bright jade-like moon in the endless night sky.
"Ming'er, I'm going to go to Ice and Snow Lake to investigate tomorrow." After a long silence, Mo Heng said suddenly.
He had obviously been thinking about this decision for a long time. During this time, there was always a voice deep in his soul, constantly reminding him to move forward...
"Then I'll go too!" Huo Ming said without thinking.
"No, you stay here! The Ice and Snow Lake is too dangerous, and... I'm just wandering around, and I'll be back soon."
Mo Heng didn't want Huo Ming to accompany him.
He has purple thunder in his body, and even if he encounters a crisis, he will take measures to face it. But the other party is different... relying solely on the protection of ancient artifacts will definitely not go far on this road.
"But…"
"No but." Mo Heng's voice became cold, then calmed down, and he said softly: "I promise you that I will return to the village before dark. So before that, you have to stay here honestly, do you understand?
"
"Okay...then I understand."
Huo Ming nodded weakly. This was the first time she had seen Mo Heng look so indifferent, and she was inevitably a little scared. And she also knew that once the other party made up his mind, no matter how much she tried to persuade him, it would be in vain.
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…
Early next morning.
Mo Heng said goodbye to Huo Ming and headed to the ice and snow lake alone. On the way, his keen five senses kept him alert to the direction behind him, just because he was worried that Huo Ming would secretly follow him.
But the good thing is.
His worries were overblown.
"This lonely road is destined to be dangerous and confusing. But I want to go on..." The urgency in my heart was so strong for the first time, and Mo Heng fled very quickly.
Two hours later.
He had already arrived at the ancient forest land that was submerged by countless bones.
The forest sea under his feet was just like before, filled with an ancient and desolate atmosphere. Mo Heng felt a heavy feeling when he was here, as if he had seen with his own eyes the countless ancestors of the Daoling Dynasty, in the land of Lin Ze, in order to break free from the shackles
efforts made.
"Let's go check around first to see if there is any other news or clues."
Mo Heng said to himself.
He has no plans to go deep into the lake today. In that ancient and cold place, he is afraid that his body will be frozen by the endless chill as soon as he sinks into it.
Tread——
The sound of footsteps stepping on the bones was clearly audible. Mo Heng's eyes wandered among the countless bones, wanting to find if there were any other golden bones here.
After all, back then...
The skeleton left behind by the mighty Xue Tao was only half of his skull, while the rest of the body was missing.
At the same time.
Just as Mo Heng began his long journey to find the golden bones in the burial ground.
Within the village.
Huo Ming knelt in the wooden house, clasping her hands together in a praying posture. Her eyes fell humbly on the green tortoise shell that was turned upside down in front of her, and she kept chanting: 'Pray to heaven to bless Mo Heng for peace.'
This was half a month ago.
Mo Heng told her about the ancient talisman Zhao that could communicate with the sky. Although she didn't know whether the green tortoise shell could really communicate with the sky, she still prayed silently, hoping that the sky would protect Mo Heng and return safely.
Buzz——
In the house, Huo Ming prayed without any distractions. She didn't even realize that while she was praying, a layer of dark green light began to appear on the surface of the tortoise shell.
The light is very weak.
It's like a protective film, covering the entire tortoise shell. If you don't look carefully, you can't find anything strange about this thing. But it really exists. Even if it is dim, even if it is weak... But this dim light really appears.
In the land of Linze, shrouded in ancient Fu Zhao.
Such a process.
It lasted for a full cup of tea, until Huo Ming stopped praying, and the dim light on the surface of the tortoise shell disappeared in an instant, as if it had never appeared before.
"Huh, in this case, am I praying to heaven?" Huo Ming stood up and looked at the tortoise shell in front of her with a complicated expression. When Mo Heng handed this thing to her, he repeatedly told her not to look at the back of the tortoise shell.
The mysterious pattern on the turtle was precisely because of this that she placed the tortoise shell upside down on the table.
Crunch——
Suddenly, the door of the house was slowly pushed open.
Yuan Sheng walked in with a complicated expression.
But when he saw that Huo Ming was the only one in the wooden house, he was slightly startled, "Miss Huo, where is little brother Mo?" The reason why he came here was to borrow a golden tortoise shell from Mo Heng.
View.
Now that Yuan Sheng has learned...
The Yuanyu clan has been worshiping the ancient Fu Zhao for many years, but it is fake. So of course he wants to worship the real ancient Fu Zhao, communicate with the sky, and beg the sky to forgive their tribe.
"Mr. looking for Mo Heng? But he just left not long ago. It seems that he went to the land of Linze to look for Yuan Mountain." Huo Ming said apologetically. She did not tell the other party that Mo Heng went to Ice and Snow Lake because Yuan
Sheng once warned them not to go there, lest they anger Tian.
"Looking for Yuan Shan?"
Yuan Sheng was not surprised by this. He had long known that people from foreign races were always trying to find ways to leave here. It was actually normal for Mo Heng to look for Yuan Shan so urgently.
"I wonder if little brother Mo has told you when he will return?" Although Yuan Sheng felt regretful, he had no choice but to wait until the other party returned before borrowing the golden tortoise shell to have a look.
"night."
Huo Ming replied with certainty, because Mo Heng promised her that he would return before dark.
"In that case, I'll take my leave first." Yuan Sheng nodded and was about to leave the house. But his eyes suddenly saw the ancient tortoise shell placed on the table, and his body trembled slightly.
The tortoise shell was laid upside down.
But even so, he recognized it at a glance. This was the ancient Fu Zhao that his clan had worshiped for countless years.
As the saying goes…
When you are emotionally invested in something, you will be able to clearly distinguish what it looks like no matter how much time passes.
For Yuan Sheng.
The same is true for the green tortoise shell. In the ancient years, he has been hoping that the sky will respond to his family's prayers, but the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.
Just like the Yuan Yu clan chiefs in the past.
The last thing left…
There is only the illusion and numbness of breaking free from the long river of fate.
But the good thing is.
Yuan Sheng came to the house a few breaths late.
If he had entered the house earlier and seen the light shining from the ancient and mysterious tortoise shell on the wooden table, he would have definitely taken this thing away from Huo Ming at all costs.
Because of previous signs.
It is heaven’s response to the prayers of living beings.
in other words.
Your wish, heaven, has indeed heard it.
…
evening.
As agreed, Mo Heng returned to the village from the burial ground before dark.
"Huh... Mo Heng, you are finally back."
Huo Ming had been standing in the village waiting in the afternoon. When she saw the other party coming back, she felt relieved and walked forward with soft eyes, "How is it? But you have gained something?"
"No."
Mo Heng sighed, looking a little frustrated. He searched for a long time in the burial ground, but apart from the golden skull he found, he could not find any other golden bones.
As for news and clues.
He also searched the entire forest around the ice and snow lake, but found nothing.
"It doesn't matter, we have plenty of time, we can take our time." Huo Ming said with a beautiful smile.
"Thank you, Ming'er." A smile appeared on Mo Heng's ugly face. In fact, he should feel satisfied, at least... he has someone to accompany him on this road.
"By the way, Mo Heng. It seems that the old gentleman came to see you during the day."
"Is there something wrong with him?"
Mo Heng's eyes lit up. He always felt that there must be other secrets about Yuan Sheng, but if the other party didn't tell them, it would be difficult for him to press them.
"I don't know about that." Huo Ming shook his head.
"Okay, I'll go find him right now." He said and walked towards the house in the distance.
Inside the wooden house.
Yuan Sheng sat on a wooden chair, flipping through a thick ancient book. Mo Heng had also read the ancient book, so he had no interest in it. "Old sir, do you have anything to do with me?"
"Little brother Mo." Yuan Sheng saw Mo Heng coming in, his face full of smile, "To be honest, I actually want to take a look at the ancient talisman in your hand."
"Ancient Fu Zhao?"
Mo Heng smiled. It turned out that the other party wanted something from him. It was a good idea. "This is not difficult, but I still hope that the old gentleman can tell you why the Yuanyu clan was abandoned by the sky in the first place."