Supreme Emperor of Swords - Chapter 3

[Chapter 3 on Memory]

Ding Hao clenched his fist tightly, his heart was surging.

He swears to himself that one day he will also cultivate into the peerless profound arts, possess peerless martial power, be alone on the peak, defeat the hero with one sword, and see all the small mountains.

Of course, now he’s just an underground sweeper.

Nobody noticed him.

After leaving the announcement area of the square and following a winding path, Ding Hao soon came to the back mountain area of Asking Sword Sect.

Compared with the magnificent and beautiful front mountain, which is like a fairyland on earth, the back mountain area is simply a dirty slum.

It is densely covered with thorns, the terrain is treacherous, and there are many strange rocks, like a land of demons.

The household garbage generated by tens of thousands of people from the top and bottom of Wen Jianzong will be dumped under the stone forest and cliffs on the other side of this sloping rock forest. The rotten and fermented garbage has made the stench here unpleasant, and the snakes and rats run wild.

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

However, in the chaotic rock forest in the back mountain, where the environment is harsh, there are large and small shacks built closely next to each other, just like the Brazilian slums in the previous life, where no less than two or three thousand people live.

The former Ding Hao lived here.

“It seems that this is the slum area of Wen Jianzong. It seems that I can’t get rid of the fate of diaosi in the past and present, and can only slowly counterattack.”

According to Ding Hao’s combined memories, most of the people living in this rubbish mass grave are the low-level people of the “Logistics Cleaning Group” of Wen Jianzong.

These people are not warriors, have no tyrannical strength, and cannot survive in the wild where demons are teeming with monsters. They can only rely on humble physical labor to get the blessing of Wen Jianzong. They live in the back mountain. In this dangerous world surrounded by monsters, they are like ants. Generally difficult to survive.

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

Under the feng shui sun, the surface layer of thatch has turned dark black, and a thick accumulation of years is coming.

The laughter and laughter of undisturbed, bare-bottomed young children can be heard everywhere, a faint fragrance emanates from some thatched huts, and the curling smoke rises. This dirty and smelly small area is full of vitality.

Along the way, many people greeted Ding Hao warmly.

All were friends of the previous owner of this body.

With a smile on his face, Ding Hao responded to everyone warmly and friendly.

In the blink of an eye, through the narrow path, the rear of the slum is near the garbage dump, and three or four kilometers further in, there is a bottomless cliff abyss.

On the edge of the garbage heap, there is an unexpectedly bright green.

Dozens of emerald green saplings sang in the evening breeze, like a group of green elves dancing, and the green fenced courtyard surrounded by two well-built thatched cottages in a random pattern.

Although the entire courtyard is the closest place to the garbage dump in the slum, this green area is like an oasis in the desert, which makes people’s eyes brighten at first glance, and even their mood instantly improves a lot.

This is Ding Hao’s “home”.

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

There are more than 20 flower pots neatly placed in the yard, which are planted with extremely common wild flowers. Such wild flowers can be seen everywhere on the roadside of the Qianshan Dojo Unplugged, but placed here, it is truly beautiful.

Ding Hao fiddled with the flowers and plants in the yard for a while before pushing the door and entering the thatched hut.

The setting sun came in from behind the window lattice, and the light was slightly dim.

There is no furniture in the house.

A tattered wooden bed covered with a thin cloth, a Eight Immortals table with one missing leg, a stove stacked with stones, a dark iron pot, a simple stove, some tattered earthenware pots containing pickles and Things like cured meat, some simple daily utensils hanging on the walls of the hut, are very worn.

The only thing that stood out was a small women’s padded jacket hanging on the wall at the main entrance.

This cotton-padded jacket worn by a girl of about five or six years old is made of extremely rough earth cloth, and the workmanship is also very ordinary, but it is washed very cleanly and is spotless. warmth and color.

When Ding Hao pushed the door and came in, he saw this little padded jacket at first sight.

This is what my sister Ding Keer wore before she disappeared.

In my memory, it was that snowy afternoon three years ago, when Ding Hao returned from his duty that day and found that his sister who was waiting at home had suddenly disappeared.

He looked like crazy all over the slum.

Later, many people said that they saw a mysterious woman dressed in white, like a fairy, who appeared in the thatched hut for some unknown reason. When passing the hut, she took away the crying little loli Ding Keer.

Later, the former Ding Hao, on the wooden pillar of the thatched hut, found a line of characters that he had ignored before.

“This woman has a relationship with me and can cultivate my avenue. Nanyu, Muhuang Tianji will leave a message.”

The handwriting is natural and straight out of the column, and it contains a strange power. Ordinary people will be dizzy after reading it for a long time. Many people in the slum read it and believe that it is definitely left by an extremely powerful peerless master. .

Just who is this Muhuang Tianji?

But no one knew.

The only thing that is certain is that the Southern Region is very far, very far, so far that even if ordinary people ride fast horses and don’t eat, drink, or stay, they will not be able to reach it for the rest of their lives.

And after Ding Ke’er disappeared, the little red padded jacket entrusted all the thoughts of the former Ding Hao for three years.

At this moment, at the moment of seeing the little red padded jacket, a memory flooded Ding Hao’s mind unstoppably like a tide. The clip of living with his younger sister flashed like a movie scene. Like weeds, it spread irresistibly in the depths of Ding Hao’s soul.

“Brother, why didn’t Mom and Dad leave us? Where did they go?”

“Brother, Ke’er is hungry, can you make porridge for Ke’er?”

“Wow, what a beautiful padded jacket, brother, is it really for Ke’er? Woohoo, thank you brother!”

“Brother, when I grow up, I will definitely cook something delicious for my brother every day…”

“elder brother……”

Little Loli’s familiar and crisp voice seemed to be still lingering in his ears, Ding Hao stood at the door, tears could not stop falling from his eyes, an almost uncontrollable urge had arisen in his heart, which made him think about it now. I have to rush out immediately and find my sister back.

Ding Hao didn’t want to cry.

But involuntarily.

An uncontrollable sadness and urge pervaded his entire soul.

Ding Hao knew that this was because of the fusion of memories, and the deep affection and longing of the former owner of the body for the missing sister was affecting his emotions.