On a certain day of the year, in the long-lasting dragon mountain, under a towering ancient tree, there is a small village far away from the bustling.

The people in the village are simple people, they do not cultivate martial arts, but live here.

Although the world outside the village, there are too many demons and animals, there is a great danger.

But no demon ever dared to step foot in the village.

Even once a martial arts man found this place, want to come to find out, but also by an indescribable power scared away.

The old man of the village said, "Because the tree is a god tree, which is the guardian of them."

The old man said, "Because of the monk who sat under the tree, he was sitting there when my old lord was there, telling stories to the children, and when I was a little boy, he was there to tell me stories about the people."

Another old man said, "This old monk is a madman, and sometimes he understands, sometimes confused, that he can live to this time, it must be because of this god tree."

At this moment, the old monk who looked full of old people and wrinkled like ravines was still telling stories to the children in the village, telling the story of the people who were too much of a ravine.

When he had finished, the child could not help but ask, "The holy ancestor was killed, so what about the confidants of Lori, are they all recovered?"

The old monk smiled, "It is restored, it is restored, I am with me, can't it be restored."

"ShhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhThe child laughs.

Another child asked, "Mad monk, you say that Rao Li is so powerful, he really got the traces of those who died, and can find the gods outside the world that brought them back to life."

The old monk seemed to say, "Then let me count, but I am a monk, and I can count it."

"The mad monk is crazy again."

“Run, the mad monk is mad again.”“

The kids ran away.

The old monk shook his head and said to himself, "He will succeed, he will come back sooner or later."

It was night, the moon was rare, the bright moonlight was sprinkled under the god tree, and the old monk was sleeping and making a snoring sound like thunder.

It was as if he had a dream, and someone was calling him.

"Snow, I'm back."

Fascinated by the confusion, the old monk opened his eyes and saw a beautiful man standing in front of him.

The old monk's eyes suddenly red, tears can't help but flow down, trembling: "I know you will come back."

When the light was shining, the people in the village walked out of their homes, but they found that the old monk under the god tree was missing.

Someone looked at the empty god tree and said to himself: "In fact, I have always wanted to ask, the story of the mad monk is true or false, is there really a person in this world named Rollie, did he really save the world?"Maybe it was all made by him.”

PS: Finally finished, designing such a terrible final battle is unprecedented in the book of Pride, and this is the real big battle that Pride feels is never so simple.

People who write a person die, proud also have the feeling of not writing, and finally wrote it down hard.

When writing about the moment when the old monk woke up in his sleep, he could not help but shed tears, perhaps just a seemingly instigated paragraph, but it was the most touching thing.　　A round of the book, the proud sky can not say that the book is not satisfied, how much because the opening of the book is caused by some haste, there are many defects, set small problems, proud will absorb lessons, make up for these shortcomings.