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The vast continent of energy has millions of years of history just that can be consulted, but even so, almost no one can say how big it is. Everyone here has a variety of innate abilities, and those who can awaken these abilities are called nengxiu.

These abilities can be cultivated in a variety of ways, taking their abilities to the next level or even gaining new abilities. However, the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility, followed by the ever-expanding desire, the desire for power, the desire for fame and fortune.

Fighting for others, fighting for oneself, fighting with others, fighting with the sky, the dreams of the cultivators are intertwined with all kinds of abilities, forming the eternal theme of the Neng Continent Neng Cultivation Realm: Fighting!

There's always a world like this, and now there's a story that's happening...

This story begins with a long river called the Tree River, which is located in the southern part of the Noh Continent, and the southern part of this south, that is, the lower reaches of the Tree River, is the place where the story takes place.

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The first quarter moon hung high, and Meng Tian's little hands stood under the moon with swaddling clothes, but it was a bit heavy for him at the age of four.

A gentle breeze blows, rustling the trees on both sides of the long ancient road, like a soothing whisper or a lulump...

Meng Tian raised his head slightly, hoping that the gust of wind could better sweep his face, because the weight of his hands had already made him sweat.

Although he couldn't see the wind even when he looked up, Meng Tian could see the back as tall as a mountain, it was his father.

Meng Da didn't know that his son was looking at him, and maybe he wouldn't know what to do, because at this time he just wanted to just stop and stand, like a stone carving...

The only thing that can prove that Monta is not a stone carving is the fire in his hand, and whenever the light of the fire slowly moves up to a small point, Monta will bring it to his mouth, which is smoke.

There was silence for a long time, and when there was still a small distance left in the smoke and was about to burn out, Meng Da picked it up, swallowed it deeply, and then slowly exhaled it.

The faint white smoke first slowly pulled out and rose from Meng Da's slightly open mouth, and then as if it was an introduction, more white smoke was pulled out, and then entangled and intertwined with each other, forming a thin layer of night mist in front of his eyes...

Meng Da squinted his eyes half-way, looking into the distance, and watched with a staggered gaze the smoke change from silk to column, to silk, and finally to fog to obscure his eyes.

I don't know if it was because of the smoke or other reasons, Meng Da wanted to cry at this moment, but he knew that he couldn't, because if he was found by his son behind him, he would be laughed.

"Whew...", and finally Monta sighed and spewed out all the remaining smoke, which was the only sound present except for the sound of the wind blowing leaves.

There seemed to be embarrassment, melancholy, and unwillingness in this sigh, and the mixed emotions in it may only be known to Monta, but he had no one to confide in, and even if there were, he would not say it.

Of course, Meng Tian didn't know his father's emotions at this moment, but his father was silent, so he followed the silence, and at Meng Tian's age, he was a little calm and even silent.

This child's temperament follows his mother... Meng Da sighed and finally turned his attention to the son behind him, in addition to Meng Tian's silence, the younger son, who was not yet a full year old, also slept quietly...

It's just that I don't know which side Xiaoqi's temperament will be like, Meng Daxindao.

Although his father still did not turn around, Meng Tian seemed to sense the change in his heart, so he spoke.

"Dad, where is my mother?" Because he didn't want to wake up his younger brother in his arms, Meng Tian suppressed his voice like a mosquito and said, "Where did my mother go?"

Meng Tian was four years old, so the memory was not too deep for him, he only remembered that his parents had left for a long, long time, and then his father came back, but his mother did not.

The son's question shocked Meng Da slightly, and the eagle-like figure finally made the first movement outside of lifting the tobacco.

In fact, Meng Da had already thought of the answer to this question in advance, but when he was about to talk about it, he was still a little unable to speak.

So Monta lit a cigarette again, but remained silent without words.

Montein didn't ask any more questions, because he knew that his father must have heard what he said, and he also knew that if he waited, his father would answer.

However, Montian was still a child, and had little patience, and after a long time, when he finally decided to ask again, his father finally spoke.

"Your mother..." The cigarette was still in his hand, except for the stool after it was lit, and he didn't smoke it again, until this time he felt that the cigarette had burned to the tips of his fingers, and he said slowly, "She went to a far place." ”

"How far?" Meng Tian had been waiting for his father's answer, and without thinking, he threw out a second question as he spoke.

As for the distance, the current Meng Tian actually doesn't have a very clear concept, but he still wants to know the distance between himself and his mother.

"Far, far away. It seemed that he had said the most difficult sentence, and Meng Da no longer hesitated to answer this time.

"Then let's go get her back!" Meng Tian's emotions became a little excited, he had forgotten to take care of his younger brother in his arms, and his voice increased, and the childishness in it was clear.

He still didn't know how far away it was, but that didn't stop him from wanting to get his mother back.

"Of course...!" Meng Da seemed to be answering Meng Tian and seemed to be talking to himself, only to see the unwillingness in his eyes become strong at this moment, and then instantly turned into hope, and finally he muttered, "Of course I want to find it back..."

Maybe Meng Da really just said this to himself, but Meng Tian finally heard it, which made his young heart can't help but be happy...

"When are you going?" seemed to sense a hint of restlessness in his younger brother in his arms, and Meng Tian shook his hands slightly while continuing to ask.

"When...?" Monta was stopped by the question, because even he couldn't give an exact time.

I'm certainly not enough on my own, alas... Meng Da sighed secretly in his heart, and then his gaze fell on Meng Tian.

"Grow up quickly. Meng Da rubbed Meng Tian's head with his big hand, and his eyes became solemn and said to Meng Tian, "When you two are as powerful as me, we will go and find her back." ”

After speaking, Meng Da took Meng Qi from Meng Tian's hand, and then took a free hand to lead Meng Tian, and finally took the first step forward...

With this first step, the figures of the three fathers and sons began to fade away, and the picture gradually became blurred...

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Why did you fall asleep again...

Meng Tian woke up from his sleep, and the moment he opened his eyes, he knew that he was dreaming again...

Now that he is ten years old, the scene from six years ago is always pieced together into a dream by vague memories, and then appears again and again in Mengtian's sleep...

And this dream, or this scene, is the reason for Mengtian's cultivation, although the others may have been blurred, but he always remembers his father's last words, he wants to become as strong as his father, and then go to save his mother.

I didn't expect to dream even if I took a nap... Meng Tian shook his head and sighed secretly, he had always been very helpless about his strange physique that he had to dream of sleeping.

Mother, mother, I want to be stronger in order to save my mother, but... Meng Tian adjusted his posture and looked at the strangely shaped cup on the table, on which there were two small but clear words: Thirteen.

It seemed that the text was a little glaring, and Meng Tian didn't want to look at it again, so he closed his eyes again, and the corners of his mouth brought a wry smile.

There is unwillingness, helplessness, and even a hint of embarrassment that does not fit the age, which is a self-deprecating wry smile.

But why do I seem like a piece of shit...?

Meng Tian thought so in his heart.

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