Chapter 775

"Sister! Let's dig a well!" the boy's lovely and naive face showed some expectation.

"Good!" the girl clapped her hands and hurried to dig on the wet mud by the river.

Her little face was covered with mud, but she couldn't stop the joy in her eyes.

The well was soon dug, and they carefully built out of the well platform with a few small stones.

"As like as two peas in the village," the boy continued to dance happily.

"Yes! Listen to my mother. There is a moon in the well. Why don't we put the moon in it too." the girl took a branch and inserted it into the well. "Every night, the moon will float out of the well. It's really beautiful to imagine."

"Well, let's watch the moon here tonight!" the boy looked forward to it.

As soon as the picture changed, a beautiful girl with a young man full of heroism walked slowly by the river.

"Brother, you're going to wander outside tomorrow! Be careful!" the girl looked at the boy with worry and asked him softly.

"Sister, don't worry, I will come back alive. I will bring my sister a lot of good things, the best rouge, the most beautiful clothes and skirts, the most exquisite jewelry... I want to marry my sister!" the young man looked forward to that day.

In fact, they are not brothers and sisters, but little orphans picked up by their parents.

"Sister, wait for you to come back!" the girl squatted down and said to her brother, "brother, do you remember our little well when you were a child?"

"Remember! We waited here all night, waiting to see the moon rise from the well, but Dad beat us up!" the boy recalled the past and smiled foolishly.

"Let's take another bite!" the girl suggested.

"Good!"

The well is good. This time it is much more exquisite. The boy specially found a broken piece of iron as the moon and inserted it into the bottom of the well.

"Brother, you must come back!" the tears in the girl's eyes rolled and fell into the small well, with ripples.

"Wait for me!"

The picture changed again. A tall and beautiful woman stood at the edge of the village and looked into the sky. Tears blurred her sight.

"Brother! For ten years, you promised me to come back. I don't want my rouge, dress and jewelry. I just want you to come back!" the girl choked and hoarse.

"My parents are dead. Where should I go? Will you come back?" the girl's eyes were a little lax, as if she had lost the courage to live.

The light and shadow are like shuttle. Another ten years have passed. The beautiful woman's forehead and hair have been gray, her tears have dried up, and her eyes have lost their look. Step by step, she walked out of the small village and walked towards the unknown distance.

On this day, the golden light over the small village was generous, a magnificent high-rise slowly emerged from the void, and a young man with heroic spirit slowly walked out of the high-rise and fell in the small village.

The young man carried several big bags in his hands, which were filled with beautiful clothes, exquisite jewelry and rouge emitting a faint fragrance.

He walked briskly, regardless of the awe and strangeness in the eyes of many villages around him, and trotted all the way to the corner of the village, the familiar thatched cottage.

Soon the young man uttered a heartrending cry, because the grass house was in ruins. In front of a grave in the small yard, there was a white wooden card eroded by wind and frost, on which two familiar names were engraved.

"Mom and Dad!" the young man dropped his bag and bowed down.

"Sister! Sister!" the young man seemed to think of something. He ran out crazily and asked the neighbors who had tears in their eyes.

What he got was an answer that made him feel like being struck by lightning. Three years ago, his sister had been crying blind and staggered out of the village towards the direction where he disappeared.

The young man jumped into the sky and walked straight along the road out of the village.

"Dong!"

Flying to a hill, the young man fell to the ground like a lightning strike, smashing a huge hole in the earth.

On the top of the hill, a white bone stood by the tree and pointed to the distance, as if looking into the endless distance.

The young man was very sad and walked up the mountain step by step. His feet were heavy as lead. Every step would make him feel a burst of colic in his heart.

He doesn't want to be what he thinks. He just wants this distance to be endless.

The boy knelt down in front of the white bone, kowtowed again and again, whispered in pain again and again, and fainted again and again.

Finally, the boy collected the white bone into his storage space, took it with him, and constantly moistened it with his own flesh, blood essence and blood.

He vowed to practice hard, to enter the nether hell and resurrect his sister

Back at zongmen, the young man began to build a water well in his cave. There was a rough sword embryo in the water well. Every night, he would accompany Bai Gu to see the bright moon reflected in the well

Over time, white bones gave birth to miracles. One day, they suddenly walked into the well. A bright moon rose slowly from the wellhead, and the bright light spread all over the cave, disturbing the cultivation of the people inside.

At this time, the young man was already a middle-aged man. He looked at the bright moon in the well and his eyes were full of tears.

At this time, the middle-aged man had all the magic power. As soon as his palm turned over, the well fell into his hand.

"Sister! I'll take you to kill the enemy!" the middle-aged man had a hoarse voice and his fingernails pierced deeply into the meat.

The sword embryo in the well trembled gently, as if the woman was nodding gently.

Since then, one person, one well, a bright moon, in a boundless chaos, kill demons and frighten the heavens and the world.

"Hum!" Zhao Yuande suddenly opened his eyes. At this time, his face was full of tears.

The handle of the sword he held in his hand was still trembling slightly, and a slight sob seemed to be telling the past!

"I will cherish you! I will return to the place in your memory! I will live up to your glory!" Zhao Yuande stroked the handle of the sword gently, and his voice was hard and decisive.

"Zheng!"

Zhao Yuande heard a sound of sword, felt a change in space, and found himself standing in the alley again.

And there was a small ancient well in the palm of his left hand, and a bright moon twinkled in the well.

"My name is moon in the well!"

A lonely, cold voice sounded slowly from his sea of knowledge.

"My name is Zhao Yuande!"

“……”

Zhao Yuande waited for a long time. He didn't hear any sound anymore. He couldn't help scratching his head.

At this time, he saw a scholar in white lying not far from him.

The scholar in white was pale, and a few drops of glittering water on his face glittered with silver white light.

"He is the strong emperor of Zhenmo pass who just peeped at you!" Wan Yao's voice sounded in his ear at this time. His voice was full of leisurely fascination. "I didn't expect that the famous old well was subdued by you!"

"She is the moon in the well! It's not that I subdued her, but that she chose me!" Zhao Yuande shook his head, with a trace of sadness on his face. When he thought of the scenes just now, his heart was as strong as iron, he was going to burst into tears.