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Prologue

There is some light snow floating in the sky, and it is getting dark soon. If I don't speed up my pace, I might be eaten by the snow wolves that come out at night.

Fortunately, there is a small town not far away, surrounded by high walls to resist the attacks of monsters.

My pace couldn't help but speed up, because I knew that these small towns would not delay the closing time for a second just because someone outside did not enter the city.

Finally, at the last moment when the city gate was about to close, I entered the town.

"What a lucky boy." Shou Cheng glanced at me and said lightly.

I smiled, hugged my fists, and came to the city.

The town is very small and very remote. The reason why I came here is to try my luck. Because it is said that after the war fifty years ago, the Supreme God Yang Hui disappeared, but I heard people said that Yang Hui should have come to a certain place.

Lived in seclusion in a remote place.

I don't expect to find him, but I would be satisfied if I could get more information about him.

The town was deserted, especially with the weather like this and the fact that it was already dark, and there were almost no people on the road.

I walked into the only tavern in town that still had the lights on, and sure enough, I was the only customer here.

I ordered a pot of soju to warm me up and a plate of peanuts.

"You are very unfamiliar."

The shopkeeper said to me when he brought the wine and peanuts.

"This is my first time here." I said with a smile.

"You don't mind if I sit here." The shopkeeper took out two wine glasses and placed them in front of us.

Of course I don't mind. The deserted town seems to have no popularity at all. I guess this shop owner is alone just like me.

The candlelight on the table flickered, and so did his figure. After he sat down, I could barely see his face clearly.

Mo looked about thirty years old, with some wrinkles on his forehead and corners of his eyes, but his eyes were cloudy.

Although the shop owner had shaved his beard, it was difficult to conceal the vicissitudes of life that reflected on his face all the time. On his face, I seemed to see the ups and downs of a person's life.

"Are you a monk?" The shopkeeper spoke first.

I was a little surprised that this shop owner didn't have any pupil power, so he could still tell that I was a monk.

But then I thought about it and cursed myself for being stupid. When I looked at him, he was not looking at me either. The stars in my eyes were enough to prove that I was a fourth-level three-star spiritual eye monk.

"The talent is very good, you must be under twenty years old."

I was stunned again, and looked up at the shopkeeper. I didn't expect that his cloudy eyes could see people so accurately.

But I smiled awkwardly. "My talent is far behind. Since the war between gods and demons fifty years ago, the spiritual power trapped by the demons in the world has lost its confinement, so cultivation has naturally become much easier.

.”

When I answered, I suddenly remembered the purpose of my coming here today.

I took out a scroll and slowly unfolded it for him to see in the flickering candlelight.

Above is the image of a man wearing armor, with two swords in both hands and a long bow on his back. Under him, a black dragon is roaring.

I pushed the scroll in front of him and asked, "Do you know him?"

In a daze, I seemed to see a different look in the shopkeeper's eyes, but it was quickly covered by the turbidity in his eyes.

But I'm not sure whether what I saw just now is true. After all, the candlelight was flickering, and it might be that I was blinded.

The shop owner smiled and said, "There is no such person in this town, but why are you looking for him?"

I have some doubts about whether I am a bit stupid when I take out this portrait. The man in front of me is only about thirty years old. How can he understand what happened fifty years ago.

I put away the scroll and said: "After the battle between gods and demons, the Supreme God Yang Hui went into seclusion."

"Since we are living in seclusion, why do you bother us?" the shopkeeper said, but his words didn't sound like a question but rather a reproachful tone.

"Humanity's land and resources are limited, so the Alliance hopes that the Supreme God can take action to drive out all the demons, so that there will be more living space for humans."

"Are you going to kill them all?" The shop owner's face changed, as if he was a little bit embarrassed. "Don't you think there are enough wars in this world? Not enough people have sacrificed their lives for this?"

"No, it's not." When I was asked by the shop owner, I suddenly felt a little guilty.

Fifty years ago, the Supreme God Yang Hui defeated the Demon God and disappeared from the world.

But human nature is always greedy, and the Alliance has now mobilized almost everyone to search for Yang Hui's whereabouts. It is hoped that Yang Hui can once again fight for their own interests.

But I know clearly that Yang Hui does not owe the Alliance anything and has no reason to help the Alliance. The Alliance only regards Yang Hui as a powerful thug.

"I don't want to see a war, because my grandfather said that there were countless casualties in the last war. I just want to hear stories."

I have always been averse to killing. If I hadn't been a member of the Alliance, I would never have joined the army looking for Yang Hui.

I even somewhat hate everything the Alliance does. They seem to be a monster that eats people but never spits out bones. They will never let go until they dig out a person's value.

"If you want to hear the story, I have it here." The shopkeeper's expression returned to normal, he filled two glasses of wine for me, picked up the cup, and said, "Speaking of which, my grandfather's generation also came from Tianhua City."

My eyes suddenly lit up, I clinked the wine glass with the shop owner and drank it all in one gulp.

After the Supreme God Yang Hui became famous in a battle fifty years ago, Tianhua City also became a holy place that everyone flocked to.

Naturally, I have also been to Tianhua City. In the center of the city, there is a huge statue carved exactly like the one on my scroll.

I have heard countless versions of the deeds of Supreme God Yang Hui, but most of them can be heard to be fabricated. However, the tone of the shop owner in front of me made me vaguely full of expectations.

I picked up the wine glass and toasted to the shopkeeper.

"Want to hear the details."



The story was so long that the shopkeeper told it all night long without realizing it. When the rooster crowed in the early morning, it slowly came to an end.

I said goodbye because there was no sunshine here.

Although I listened to Yang Hui's story from childhood to adulthood, my mission has not been completed yet.

After packing my luggage, I set off again.

When the guard at the city gate saw me going out, he smiled at me again and said, "Have a good trip."

I also cupped my fists slightly and smiled.

When I stepped out of the city gate, I looked back and saw that this city was actually called Qingxin City.

Cheng Lei, Yang Xin, Jing Lanqing.

These three names suddenly popped up in my mind. These three people were none other than the three closest to Yang Hui.

Could it be that he was the one who chatted with me all night?!

I suddenly turned back and when I stepped into this town again, I found that there was nothing behind the city gate. When I turned back, there was not even a city gate.

It's as if they never existed.

But this made me even more sure that the shop owner I met yesterday was actually him!

I quickly went home, took out a pen and paper, and recorded Yang Hui's legendary life.

[Author's digression]: Only the prologue is in the first person, and the rest is in the third person. Don't worry, readers.


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