In Mengjia Village, Dongling, as soon as the hour passed, all the villagers had already fallen asleep, but Amu was the only one who did not feel the slightest sleep.

The sky is high and the moon is thick. The semi-circular moon hung quietly in the southwest sky, sprinkling green glow, clear and ethereal.

The sound of the waves is heard far and wide at night, showing the tranquility and tranquility of the small village.

Everyone in Mengjia Village fell asleep and snored slightly. Amu drank all the residual wine in the bowl, slightly lonely.

A black shadow swept through the moonlight and fluttered down. It was a black bird that landed on Amu's shoulder.

That little black bird looks very special. White mouth, red feet. The whole body is black feathers, shiny and shiny, only a circle of white feathers around the neck, which is quite eye-catching.

"You're here!" Amu smiled naturally.

In seven years, there has not been a single exception. When everyone in Mengjia Village fell asleep, this little black bird would appear and land on Amu's shoulder.

Amu asked the people in the village, it should be this black bird, seventeen years ago, he beckoned the people of Mengjia Village to save him.

From Amu waking up to the present, every sleepless night has been spent by this little black bird with Amu. This is a magical and ordinary black bird.

Amu took an empty bowl, poured a bowl of wine, put it on the stone, and poured a bowl himself.

"I'm asleep again, come and drink a bowl with me!" Amu laughed, hitting the stone bowl with his own wine bowl.

"Gang", the voice is very dull.

The little black bird jumped off Amu's shoulder and landed on the stone. The black eyes looked at Amu, but they didn't show any special expression.

Tilting his head, the little black bird seemed to hesitate for a moment, then flapped its wings, and actually buried its head in the wine bowl.

The white beak pecks at the bowl of wine!

"Hehe! It's still funny for you little guy!" Amu laughed, taking a big sip of his wine.

"Today, the third uncle and the second brother Meng have come back from going to sea and have a big harvest. Those three big fish are really big!hehehe, big guys, very happy!" Amu said as he drank, naturally speaking to the little black bird.

"However, I always feel that those three big fish died strangely! It seems that they have been caught by a spell! Otherwise, how could they be caught?" Amu looked at the little black bird, and then said seriously, "Say! Did you Wu clan demon do it?"

The little black bird, I don't know if the wine is up, it seems to be a little swaying. Amu didn't hear anything at all.

"Hey!" Amu restrained his serious expression and smiled bitterly, "Maybe I'm thinking too much!

In the past seven years, at the beginning, Amu really thought that this black bird must be the little demon of the Wu tribe in the East Mountains, because it must come every night.

However, as the days went by, there was nothing special about this little black bird except that it appeared on time every night. Of course, this little black bird seems to be quite human, and can basically understand Amu's meaning.

However, he never spoke, nor did he display any mana.

Amu didn't know how many times he mentioned the demon clan, the Wu clan, and the little black bird didn't have the slightest change in expression, just a cute look. Not all black birds are Wu people, just as not all people are monks.

After a long time, Amu had no choice but to treat it as a mortal bird with some spirituality, and even his own pet. Just now, Amu asked it about the Wu tribe, but he didn't report the slightest hope, purely for fun.

Amu has decades of past events and many amazing secrets hidden in his heart, and naturally he won't say those things to the people of Mengjia Village. Even if it is said, those simple villagers who have never been out of the mountains all their lives will not understand and understand, but will cause fear.

But a person, a mortal, you have a lot of past and secrets in your heart, and seven years of loneliness, seven years of lonely nights. Presumably, there will always be a desire to talk, even if it is to oneself.

Amu is like this, and this little black bird comes to accompany Amu every night.

At first, Amu suspected that it was a little demon of the Wu tribe, and he also tried to let her help him, but he tried several times and failed.

I also suspected that this little black bird had an attempt, but when I thought about it, I was alone now, and if I had an attempt, I would not use this way to accompany each other night and night, it was really a Wu tribe, and the means would never be bad.

So, when he was lonely and bored, Amu told some stories to the little black bird. At first, it was for temptation, and then it was purely to pass the long sleepless nights.

The little black bird can't speak, just listens silently, and I don't know if I can understand it.

However, sometimes it falls on Amu's shoulders, and sometimes it perches on the branches.

In the village, the villagers helped Amu build a stone house, and the little black bird also frequented there, landing at the window or at the head of Amu's bed. It can be said that in the past seven years, Amu's closest partner is not someone in the village, but this little black bird.

The beginning of the story is all painless and itchy, Amu really talks about himself, about Liu Zhen, about Master, about Yu'er, and about ordinary mortals.

Later, Amu hid himself and told the story of Wang Han, said about cultivating immortals, talked about the northern cold, talked about leaving the water, talked about the cold ice, and talked about the Arctic fairy sea.

Later, Amu told some legends, such as the Black Water, such as the Battle of the Ghost City, such as the messenger of the Purple Hidden City, such as the Demon Coffin.

In the past seven years, day and night stories, Amu has told almost everything in his memory, but it is true and false, false and real, messy, and sometimes Amu himself doesn't know what to tell.

Some stories have even been told seven or eight times, Wang Han and Amu are intertwined, and they are all messed up. Amu himself said casually, and the little black bird was not annoying, or he didn't understand what Amu said at all.

If you can't practice, you have to spend seven years of sleepless nights alone, which is absolutely unimaginable pain for ordinary people.

I talked about it for seven years, and the little black bird also listened to it for seven years.

Amu felt that if the little black bird was a parrot, he should be able to chat with himself. Even if it's not a demon clan, it should be a bit demonic to be ignited by a former soul-level demon cultivator like Amu.

However, this black bird is still a small black bird, and there is no change. Sometimes, Amu just thinks it's fatter, or thinner.

The biggest change is the amount of alcohol, which used to be poured in one sip, but now it can handle two bowls.

Looking, the little black bird drank all the bowls of wine on the stone, and Amu smiled.

As soon as he raised his arm, the little black bird shook its wings and landed on Amu's shoulder. After seven years of getting along, Amu and this little black bird have a very tacit understanding.

The little black bird obediently landed on Amu's shoulder socket, curled its body, and then rubbed Amu's cheek vigorously with its little head.

"Ya'er, do you think I can still get out of this Mengsoul Village, out of this 100,000 mountains! Become the number one great monk in the world, and crisscross the Three Realms?" Amu smiled, and asked a big question very exaggeratedly that he didn't know how many times he had asked this little black bird.

The little black bird nodded busily, like a chicken eating rice, his movements were extremely skilled, and it seemed that he had trained enough on weekdays.

"Haha!" One of the happiest times for Amu was when he saw the little black bird with dark eyes and then nodded vigorously.

The moon was gradually setting in the west! Miscellaneous, Amu said a lot of things as if he were talking to himself. The little black bird was extremely quiet, sometimes curled up and lying down, sometimes rubbing Amu's cheek.

At the same time, Amu held a branch in one hand and kept sketching, those were all sigils and forbidden pictures.

At this time, Amu didn't have half a point of mana, even if he only had a little bit of cultivation power, Amu could make these forbidden maps play some role.

However, now Amu can only draw its shape empty, and it is even difficult to deduce, Amu can only imagine. In terms of the attainment of the forbidden map, Amu feels that there has been progress, but this is just a wood without a source of water and roots.

When painting these, Amu did not shy away from the little black bird, just look at it! This little black bird, Amu completely regarded it as his own.

But the little black bird sometimes looked at it, and sometimes it was lying on his shoulder, as if he was asleep, and he had no interest in Amu sketching.

This man and a bird have spent every night for seven years.

The moon sets and the sun rises.

Above the bitter sea, a cloud of red light jumped out of the sea. The villagers of Mengjia Village began to wake up one after another. And at the moment when the sun was about to rise, the little black bird spread its wings and flew towards the mountain, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Amu is used to all this.

"Brother Amu, morning!" The little boy who jumped up and down was the water baby who called Amu yesterday. He came to find his father, because last night Second Brother Meng slept directly on the open ground.

At this time, Second Brother Meng also woke up, rubbed his eyes, and yawned. It seems like a good night's sleep!

"Sleep well!Let's go, Amu!Go to the house for breakfast!" Second Brother Meng pulled Amu. No one in Mengjia Village knew that Amu never slept.

"Okay!" Amu was not polite.

Over the years, there have not been many times when Amu has caught fires by himself, and he has eaten hundreds of meals. Everyone in the village likes to find Amu to eat.

On weekdays, Amuta's prey is also distributed from house to house, and no one is left behind. Amu beat those prey, and the people in the village couldn't eat them.

The brothers went straight to the house, and Meng's second daughter-in-law had breakfast, which was not sumptuous, but it was delicious and comfortable. Because, where there is a taste of home.

Meng Er's sister-in-law, when she saw Amu coming, remembered everyone's ridicule last night, and her face turned red. But she didn't sneak out, but rushed to serve food to Amu and get chopsticks.

Meng Er's daughter-in-law smiled, she naturally knew what her sister-in-law was thinking, so she let her do it. Amu is natural and generous, without any discomfort.

A few people, talking and laughing, had breakfast. I just came back from going to sea, and I have gained a lot, so everyone can be idle for a while.

But at this moment, suddenly, a teenager ran in outside the door.

"Second Brother Meng, Brother Amu, it's not good! The pillar died this morning!" the young man shouted.

"What, the pillar is dead too!" Amu raised an eyebrow.

If Amu remembers correctly, this is the forty-seventh person who died in this village in seven years. Seven per year, this is the fifth this year. Such a rate of death is almost unbearable for Mengjia Village, which has only more than 200 people.

Pillars?Liu Zhen also seems to have a pillar back then!

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