This is the 149th year of the New Chronicle calendar. At the beginning, the breeze had brought a hint of warmth when it blew by. This year was just an extremely ordinary year. However, the birth of some people and the occurrence of certain things was destined to make the world a little different from this year. The chill mixed in it was even on the top of the mountain. When night fell, thin pieces of broken ice would condense into small puddles.

Even so, there were still endless people going up the mountain to worship. After all, the country-protecting sect of Chu, the Xiaoyao Sect, is located on Xiaoyao Mountain. Even the most ordinary disciple of the Xiaoyao Sect is definitely not something that people in the world can provoke. Joining the sect is a noble person. This is the rule set by Chu for decades.

Now is not the time for Xiaoyao Sect to open the door and accept disciples, but there are still many young men who hope to go to the mountain gate to try their luck. Even if they can get a quota for mail, it is excellent.

As the dignified sect of the State of Chu, the disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect are naturally the most gifted in the country. This is indisputable, not to mention that now there are evil figures like Li Yuanji!

That is the hope of the Xiaoyao Sect and even the entire Chu State in the next few decades.

"If you enter the mountain gate later, you must understand the rules and etiquette, and don't play tricks on your own. If you make a mistake, don't think about having supper today!"

At this moment, the genius was just slightly bright. At the foot of Xiaoyao Mountain, an old man was solemn in his face, leading his grandson who was only twelve or thirteen years old, and was teaching him all the way, for fear that this little boy who was used to being doting would cause some trouble for no reason and would only mock him.

A chubby little boy next to him was pouting dissatisfiedly, not understanding why his grandfather became so strict today. He thought he was going out for a trip and suddenly disappeared, so he had to kick the stones on the roadside with resentment.

"Here, I saw it. If you don't perform well today, you will have to be like that little guy. You can only leave in shame and completely cut off my old Wang family's hope!"

The old man was obviously very dissatisfied with his grandson's attitude. He happened to see a child in ragged clothes, like a beggar, walking down from Xiaoyao Mountain. He couldn't help but raise his finger and pointed it at the other side, and pointed out this "reverse textbook" for his grandson like a bitter word.

This shocked the little boy, staring at the little beggar walking out of Xiaoyao Mountain, feeling a little frightened.

"Will you become like this if you don't perform well? This is simply terrible. I don't want to be like him!"

The child's heart was still very simple, and he didn't care about getting used to the stones on the roadside anymore. Instead, he stretched out his hand tremblingly, pulled the corners of his clothes straight, his face full of awe, looking at Xiaoyao Mountain not far away, as if he was looking at a ferocious beast.

"Yes, grandson knows!"

The old man nodded with satisfaction, thinking in his heart that the beggar boy appeared in time. With a comforting smile, he led his grandson to continue moving forward without looking at the boy more.

The boy was naturally Mo Wentian who had just rushed down the mountain following the route designated by Qiuqiu. Seeing this strange scene, Mo Wentian pursed his lips and was curious that the grandfather and grandson pointed at him, but he had no idea that he had just become a counterexample of the old man's preaching. At this moment, he finally breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

"Finally come out!"

According to Qiuqiu, after leaving Xiaoyao Mountain, you only need to walk along the main road for another two hours. Mo Wentian can see a small village closest to Xiaoyao Mountain, called Jingthorn Village, which is where Qiuqiu often buys ingredients.

Because of the long journey, Mo Wentian felt that he was about to exhaust himself, and the remaining half of the sweet potato in his arms had already sacrificed to the Five Insect Temple. Fortunately, he never encountered any disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect along the way, nor had he seen any beasts of interest. Finally, it was smooth sailing. Now, hope is ahead.

At this moment, Mo Wentian had only one thought in his mind. He arrived at the Thorn Village, had some food and had a good meal, and then found a place to have a good sleep, and fought with the god of death continuously. No matter how tough Mo Wentian was, he would be almost unable to hold on.

Soon, Mo Wentian finally ushered in the dawn before dawn. With an almost pious heart, Mo Wentian saw the entrance of the Thorn Village. Unfortunately, before he could wait for the steaming food and comfortable beds, Mo Wentian's feet became soft and fell to the ground, completely losing consciousness.

When Mo Wentian opened his eyes again, a simple wooden house appeared in his vision, and the light was dim. If Mo Wentian hadn't felt himself lying on a hard wooden bed, he would have thought he had returned to the desperate hidden knife room.

"Is someone saving me?"

The hoarse voice shocked Mo Wentian himself, but he did not receive any response. He stretched his body with some effort. Mo Wentian saw a simple broken wooden stool next to his bed, and a bowl of broken rice porridge placed on the wooden stool, which made Mo Wentian’s eyes shine.

With a grateful heart, Mo Wentian didn't look like a young man with exhaustion at all. He turned over and sat up from the bed, then snatched the white porcelain bowl with rice porridge into his hand, and then swallowed it voraciously until he licked the bottom of the bowl three times before he reluctantly put down the empty bowl.

"Finally, I'm alive!"

At this moment, Mo Wentian filled his stomach slightly and truly felt the joy of surviving the disaster. This feeling is not unfamiliar to Mo Wentian. In his previous life, Mo Wentian would feel this feeling almost every time he asked for food.

Suddenly, Mo Wentian felt as if he had remembered something, and a hint of panic flashed in his eyes and began to rummagate on the wooden bed. After a moment, Mo Wentian jumped up from the bed, his eyes swept rapidly in the room, and the rapid breathing echoed in the room.

"No...or no...!"

Without caring about weak feet, Mo Wentian staggered and rushed to the door. He tilted his body and fell out of the door.

"Bang!"

Mo Wentian only felt the darkness in front of his eyes, but did not feel the hard and cold ground that expected was caught by a soft ball. He was stunned for a moment. Mo Wentian looked up and saw a tough aunt holding him firmly in his arms, looking surprised.

"Huh? Are you awake?"

Mo Wentian blushed and immediately guessed that this person might be his savior. He immediately broke free from the other party's arms and bowed deeply.

"Oh, this is impossible, it's impossible!"

Before Mo Wentian could thank him, a hint of panic appeared on the aunt's face. She quickly reached out and pulled Mo Wentian up. When Mo Wentian stood up again, she showed a honest smile.

"Little adult, we are just ordinary farmers, and we can't compare to warriors like you. As long as you don't dislike the shabby family, it's not worth such a gift."

Mo Wentian looked at the tough-looking aunt's restrained appearance and felt very moved. As the most humble beggar in his previous life, he had never experienced the feeling of being respected by others? But now, he is young, but he can make his life-savior respect so much. The reason is nothing more than his identity as a warrior!

On the East Wilderness Continent, warriors are noble, and their status is very different from ordinary people. Even in secular imperial power, they are very respectful to the people in the sects. This situation has been on the East Wilderness Continent for hundreds of years. In everyone's hearts, the concept of distinguishing treatment between warriors and ordinary people has been deeply rooted and taken for granted.

At this moment, Mo Wentian finally deeply felt the preferential treatment as a warrior.

He stepped forward and gave the aunt a hug. Mo Wentian still said thank you deeply in the shock of this ordinary peasant woman, without any arrogance as a warrior.

"The grace of saving lives is greater than that of heaven. Aunt, you deserve this worship. Also, don't call me a 'little master' anymore. My name is Mo Wentian, just call me Wentian."

Perhaps because of Mo Wentian's firm attitude, the aunt hesitated for a while, and finally accepted Mo Wentian's gratitude nervously. But at the same time, because of her nervousness, she didn't know where to put her rough hands, but she just rubbed against the wide apron in front of her with a little embarrassed.

"Okay, okay, ask, my God, warriors like you are rare nowadays. Everyone in the village calls me Aunt Bai, Oh, by the way, you must be hungry after sleeping for a day and a night. I will go and get some food now."

After saying that, Aunt Bai hurriedly shook her arms, turned her strong waist, and left as if she was running away. Mo Wentian smiled bitterly on his face. Before he could tell Aunt Bai that he had drunk a bowl of porridge, he saw Aunt Bai leaving all the way.

"It seems that it is difficult to eliminate ordinary people's awe of warriors..."

Mo Wentian sighed, but fortunately Aunt Bai is not as nervous as before. Otherwise, Mo Wentian would have been a little unacceptable to "adult" and "you" every time.

According to Aunt Bai, Mo Wentian had been in a coma for a whole day and night. As the se was getting brighter today, Mo Wentian had the chance to look at the back of his right hand for the first time.

On the back of Mo Wentian's right hand, there were three bright red blood marks.

This is not the skin trauma that Mo Wentian suffered in the knife room. Those wounds caused by the broken knife and blade healed as before when Mo Wentian obtained inexplicable internal strength, but only left an ugly scar on his chest and abdomen. Therefore, the blood mark on the back of his hand was not the injuries that Mo Wentian suffered.

These three blood marks are the symbols of warriors on the Eastern Wilderness Continent!

This is also why Aunt Bai can determine that Mo Wentian is a noble warrior!

Mo Wentian gently stroked the blood marks on the back of his hand, and felt inexplicably moved. These three blood marks were two long and one short, and the two long blood marks reached about an inch, almost slashing across Mo Wentian's entire back of his hand. It was not as straight as his wrist, but had a certain subtle curve, gradually spreading towards his arms.

The short blood mark rises from the base of the index finger of the right hand and stops at the ring finger, which just connects the two long arcs together, as if it is the word "其".

Of course, when it fell into Mo Wentian's eyes, he knew that this was not a word, but an unfinished pattern. The three blood marks that appeared now actually formed a simple shank shape!

"It seems that my spell should be a knife!"

In the Eastern Wilderness Continent, the Tao of the Arts was the rule. People gave up their simple practice of fists and feet, and advocated the power of weapons more. The Tao of the Arts was the strengths of each Tao. The Tao of the Arts was the master of swords, guns, axes, hammers, sticks, whips, hooks, fans, swords and other Taos stepped onto the world stage. In the mainland pattern, there was also a situation where the two schools dominated and each one competed.

The sword art that led the wind a hundred years ago has long declined, and now it has fallen into the third-class weapon art, which is a pity. However, in the small country of Chu, the sword art is still respectable. The reason is that the Xiaoyao Sect is a sword art sect.

The story in it is not mentioned for now. Just talk about the three blood marks on the back of Mo Wentian's hand. From my memory, Mo Wentian had already understood the meaning it represented.

Whenever a warrior enters the Tao and enters the body tempering stage, a blood mark will appear on the back of his right hand, called a spell. As his cultivation level is higher, every time he breaks through a level, a blood mark will appear on the back of his hand until it spreads to his arms and even shoulders.

For example, when Mo Wentian breaks through to the third level of the body tempering stage, three blood marks will appear on the back of his hand.

Depending on the art of weapon practiced by warriors, each person's mantra is also different. Sword practitioners, mantras are naturally a sword, and those who practice sticks will become a stick. Moreover, even people in the same art of art will have different ways of practicing and mastering magic.

For example, Qin Ming, the Emperor of Leixiao Sword, had a spell on his arm, which was a long thunder sword surrounded by electric snakes. Xing Tianqi, the head of the Wanjian Sect, said that his spell was a giant sword of blood-stained by tens of millions of small swords.

The spell is not only a symbol of strength and identity, but also can assist warriors in combat to cast moves and techniques. For example, the "slashing sword style" mastered by Mo Wentian can use the spell to strengthen its power and damage. Even the combination of the spells can produce unexpected effects, but these are not what Mo Wentian can master today.

Nowadays, Mo Wentian only has three decree mantras, and the pattern formed is very simple. It is actually difficult to judge how the development of the decree mantra will be based on these three decree mantras. However, Mo Wentian is sure that this must be a knife.

The reason is naturally that Mo Wentian practices all sword techniques, and if you observe these three blood marks carefully, it looks exactly the same as the strange broken knife that Mo Wentian picked up!

Broken knife!

When Mo Wentian thought about this, he not only slapped his forehead, but was interrupted by Aunt Bai, but almost forgot the most important thing and hurriedly chased towards the direction where Aunt Bai left.

The reason why Mo Wentian became so impatient and broke out was because after he woke up, he found that the broken knife he regarded as the only one he relied on was gone!
Chapter completed!