Divine Flame Crystal

Xingluo played very late due to everyone's warm hospitality, so he gradually woke up when the sun was shining brightly the next day. He did not meditate that night and slept very peacefully. In his dream, an old man was looking at him with a kind face.

Listening to the sounds outside, Xingluo didn't want to leave this quiet village. He shook his sleepy head and walked out of Aunt Zhang's house, where he had lived for many years.

Yesterday Xingluo found out that the man in the blacksmith shop was the new blacksmith hired by the village.

Coming to the village again today, Xingluo was planning to ask the village director some questions. After all, he was not a real child, and there were some things he hoped to know earlier.

Walking to an inconspicuous cottage in the village, Xingluo pushed the door and went straight in. His movements seemed quite skillful, and it was obvious that he had done this frequently in the past few years.

There was only a simple table and a bed in the room. This was where the village chief had lived for many years.

Xingluo looked at these and thought of the furnishings in her dormitory 1111, and her eyes couldn't help but feel a little sore.

The village chief seemed to know that he was coming, and had placed an extra cup of tea on the table. The tea was still hot. Xingluo was not polite and drank the tea in one gulp.

The village chief then slowly said, "Since you were young, you were not like other children who only knew how to play and frolic. You were smart and far superior to your peers. I knew you would not remain ordinary."

Xing Luo smiled but did not respond. The village director glanced at him and continued, "As expected, you took first place in the entrance exam. This is an unparalleled honor. It would be great if you were a child of our village."

The village chief paused for a moment here and sorted out his thoughts.

"You suddenly came here on a night of meteor showers, so we all called you Xingluo for 14 years. The only thing that can prove your identity is the mark on your right shoulder that looks like a hexagram."

"But over the years, everyone has treated you as our own child, even more than that. I'm sure you've felt that. Aunt Zhang and Uncle Li even treat you as their own son."

The village director paused and continued, "Xingluo, we are all very sad about Uncle Li's death. You don't need to be sad anymore. Work hard and wait until you are really strong and find your parents. We will all support you behind the scenes. Come back and rest when you are tired. This will always be your home!"

Xingluo's expression was slightly moved. What a selfless village this was. They took care of a stranger like him as if he were their own child. It was only after these 14 years that he, who had matured, felt even more surprised and really treated them as their own family.

Xingluo suppressed his emotions and said, "The admission requirements of Luoshen Academy are so strict, why does Luoshen Village have a quota for direct admission?"

Xingluo asked the question that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time. The village director smiled and said to him: "Xingluo, this matter is a long story, and many things have been passed down by word of mouth by successive village directors. Many details have also been buried in history."

"What I know here is just a rough idea. Every seven years, Luoshen Village can send one child to study at Luoshen Academy, and Luoshen Academy has always sent experts to protect the village. Therefore, even the many people on the mainland who coveted this quota have been repelled one by one."

"Gradually, everyone stopped paying attention to this, and the children of the top families also disdained to compete for this quota. After all, it is not difficult for them to be admitted to Luoshen Academy."

"It's just that there was an accident at Luoshen Academy this time. The person in charge of protecting you had something urgent to do and didn't come. I didn't expect that such a big incident would happen this time."

"This is what Old Li deserves, alas," the village chief said, lighting a tube of grass leaves and taking a few deep puffs.

Xingluo took a few puffs and found that the smoke felt cool and not choking, and it also made him feel a little more relaxed. He guessed that it was not the same smoke as the smoke in the previous world.

The village director looked at Xingluo and said, "This is ice grass. It can relax people. Sometimes you can take a few puffs of it. It doesn't harm your body."

Xingluo nodded without saying anything, looking at the village chief, waiting for him to fiddle with his pipe. After an unknown amount of time, the room was already filled with smoke, and the village chief's face could not be seen clearly.

"I'm afraid that only the deans of successive generations know the origin of the village. Perhaps the previous village chief also knows it, but in the end, each generation is worse than the previous one. Children with magic and fighting talents have not appeared in the village for 100 years. If it weren't for the care of Luoshen Academy, this place would probably have disappeared long ago." The words of the village chief broke the small peace.

The village director took a few more puffs and said, "Study hard at Luoshen Academy. If you really have any difficulties, go to the dean. Haha, we have a backer." At this point, the village director seemed to be in high spirits.

"I remember there were a few times when the beasts attacked and the village was on the verge of collapse. Everyone evacuated the area, but Luoshen Academy brought a lot of people and forced the monsters to change their attack route. The scene was really spectacular, haha."

"Another time, a child of a powerful person forcibly demanded the village's admission quota. The vice president of Luoshen Academy personally stepped in and beat the powerful person so hard that he vomited blood and retreated. I was still a child at that time, and watching the magnificent battle scene was so exciting."

Just like that, the village director seemed to have opened up his mouth and started to talk nonstop, but he choked up at the end: "But, for some reason, no one from Luoshen Academy came to escort you to the academy this time. This was also Lao Li's fate, and you miraculously survived."

As he spoke, the old village chief looked at Xingluo with surprise in his eyes, but did not ask Xingluo anything. Everyone has some secrets and adventures. There were many warriors in history who came to the caves of dead dragons, dug out rare treasures, and became powerful warriors from then on.

Xing Luo opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but the old village chief waved his hand at him and continued, "Afterwards, the dean of Luoshen Academy came here in person and solemnly apologized to the village. He is such a powerful man, but he values ​​this village so much. I, an old man, still don't understand why. I also asked the dean of Luoshen Academy, but he just said, 'You shouldn't know these things.' Then he turned and left."

For the entire day, Xingluo listened to the old village chief talking about the village. In the end, he even told a lot of stories about the village chief's childhood. He just sat there quietly listening.

At night, Xingluo touched his stomach which had been hungry all day, and ran to Aunt Zhang to get some food.

After living in the village for nearly a month, seeing that the college was about to start, Xingluo did not say goodbye to everyone this time. He was afraid that he would be reluctant to leave this place, and he was also afraid of the separation. So, he set out for the college alone one night.