chapter 3 About memory

Merlin Moor clenched his fist tightly, his heart racing.

He swore to himself that one day he would also practice peerless mystical skills, possess peerless martial arts, stand alone on peaks, defeat heroes with a single sword, and see all the mountains at a glance.

Of course, now he is just an underground sweeper.

No one noticed him.

After leaving the announcement area of ​​the square, Merlin Moor quickly arrived at the back mountain area of ​​Wenjian Sect along a winding path.

Compared with the majestic beauty of the front mountain, which is like a paradise on earth, the back mountain area is simply a dirty and messy slum.

The place is covered with thorns, dangerous terrain, and strange rocks, just like a land of monsters.

The domestic waste generated by tens of thousands of people in Wenjian Sect every day will be dumped under the stone forest and cliffs on the other side of this sloping stone forest. Over thousands of years, accumulated over thousands of years, exposed to wind and sun, The rotting and fermenting garbage has made the place smell bad and snakes and rats roam freely.

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

But in the harsh stone forest at the back of the mountain, there are shacks of various sizes built close together, just like the Brazilian slums in the previous life. There are no less than two to three thousand people living here.

The former Merlin Moor lived here.

"It seems that this is the slum area of ​​Wenjian Sect. I'm like meowing. It seems that I can't escape the fate of being a loser in this life, so I can only slowly counterattack."

According to Merlin Moor's fused memory, most of the people living in this mass grave with piles of rubbish are low-class people from the Wenjian Sect [Logistics Cleaning Group].

These people are not warriors, do not have tyrannical strength, and cannot survive in the wilderness where monsters are everywhere. They can only rely on humble physical labor to get the blessing of Wenjian Sect. They live in the back mountains, like ants in this dangerous world surrounded by monsters. Generally struggling to survive.

On both sides of the winding path, there are thatched shacks built along the stone walls and stone forest.

The thatch on the surface has turned dark black due to Feng Shui and the sun, and a strong accumulation of time is coming.

The laughter and laughter of bare-bottomed women who had no idea of ​​their sorrow could be heard everywhere, a faint fragrance came from some huts, and smoke rose from the cooking pots. This dirty and smelly small area was full of vitality.

Along the way, many people greeted Merlin Moor warmly.

They are all friends made by the previous owner of this body.

With a smile on his face, Merlin Moor responded to everyone warmly and friendly.

In the blink of an eye, after passing through the narrow path, the back of the slum was close to the garbage dump, and three or four kilometers further in, there was a bottomless cliff abyss.

But on the edge of the garbage dump, there is an unexpected patch of green that is eye-catching︳︳

Dozens of green saplings sang in the sunset wind, like a group of weak green elves dancing. The green fence courtyard surrounded two carefully built thatched houses, which were well-proportioned.

Although the entire courtyard is the closest place to the garbage dump in the slums, this green area is like an oasis in the desert. It makes people's eyes light up at the first sight, and even their mood instantly improves.

This is Merlin Moor’s [home].

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

There are more than 20 flower pots neatly placed in the yard, and the very common wild flowers planted in them are everywhere. Along the roadside of the Qianshan Dojo, such wild flowers can be seen everywhere. They are unobtrusive and may even be regarded as weeds. Pull it out, but put it here, but it is really beautiful.

Merlin Moor played with the flowers and plants in the yard for a while, then opened the door and entered the hut.

The setting sun shines in from behind the window lattice, making the light slightly dim.

There was little furniture in the house.

A broken wooden bed covered with thin cloth, an Eight Immortals table with one leg missing, a stove made of stones, a dark iron pot, a simple stove, and some broken earthen pots filled with pickles and Things like cured meat and some simple daily utensils hung on the walls of the hut, all of which were very worn.

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

This cotton-padded jacket worn by a girl about five or six years old is made of extremely rough homespun cloth and the workmanship is very ordinary. However, it is washed clean and spotless. The bright red color adds a touch of charm to this drab and shabby little hut. The warmth and color.

When Merlin Moor opened the door and came in, he saw this little cotton-padded jacket at first sight.

This is what my sister Elizabeth Moor was wearing before she disappeared.

In my memory, it was that snowy afternoon three years ago. When Merlin Moor came back from his duty for the day, he found that his sister waiting at home had suddenly disappeared.

He searched like crazy throughout the slum.

Later, many people said that they saw a mysterious man in white clothes who looked like an immortal appearing in the thatched house for some reason. When passing by the thatched house, he took away the crying little Elizabeth Moor.

Later, the former Merlin Moor found a line of words on the wooden pillars of the hut that he had ignored before.

"This girl is destined to me and can cultivate my great path. In the Southern Territory, Thatcher left a message."

The handwriting is natural and seems to come out of the pillar. It contains strange power. Ordinary people will become dizzy if they look at it for a long time. Many people in the slums looked at it and concluded that it was definitely left by an extremely powerful peerless master. .

But who is this Thatcher?

But no one knows.

The only thing that is certain is that the Southern Territory is very far, very far, so far that ordinary people cannot reach it even if they ride a fast horse and do not eat, drink or stop in their lifetime.

After Elizabeth Moor disappeared, the little red cotton-padded jacket carried all the thoughts of the former Merlin Moor for the past three years.

At this moment, when he saw the little red cotton-padded jacket, a wave of memories flowed into Merlin Moor's mind like a tide. The fragments of his dependence on his sister flashed quickly like a movie scene. At the same time, four years of memories were deeply rooted in his bones. Like growing weeds, it spread irresistibly in the depths of Merlin Moor's soul.

"Brother, why don't our parents want us anymore? Where have they gone?"

"Brother, Elizabeth is hungry. Can you make porridge for Elizabeth?"

"Wow, what a beautiful cotton-padded jacket, brother, is it really for Elizabeth? Oh, thank you, brother!"

"Brother, when I grow up, I will make delicious food for my brother every day..."

"elder brother……"

The familiar and clear voice of the little Loli seemed to still linger in his ears. Merlin Moor stood at the door blankly, tears falling from his eyes uncontrollably, and an almost uncontrollable impulse arose in his heart that made him want to I must rush out immediately and find my sister.

Merlin Moor didn't want to cry.

But he couldn't help himself.

An uncontrollable sadness and impulse permeated his entire soul.

Merlin Moor knew that this was due to the fusion of memories. The former owner of this body's bone-deep affection and longing for his missing sister were affecting his emotions.