The Xiuchun River twists and turns, from north to south and then to east, passing rapidly on the Shenzhou continent, and finally scouring out a huge maneuver area in Mangshan.

The water flow becomes gentle, silent and deep here, and the mountain essence from the root of Mangshan Mountain and the water essence of the water vein of the Xiuchun River gather here to form a mist.

Under the heavy snow, Mangshan is snow-white, and the big trees supporting the huge snow are like the most popular children's cotton candy in the market, standing alone on the top of Mangshan.

Yang Caiyun, the goddess of water in Xiuchun River, stood on the water surface of Xiuchun River, sometimes looking up at the sky, sometimes looking up at the distant mountains, and sometimes looking up at the reflection in the water.

Around her, countless small colorful fish sometimes jumped out of the water, surrounded her, sometimes diving to the bottom, rushing away, and then leaping out of the water in the distance.

The water goddess walked away, and from time to time there were one or two low roars of apes in the distant mountains, and the dull sound of snow falling to the ground.

The water goddess Niangniang walked to the shore and sat down on a piece of bluestone, looking into the distance with a blank look.

In the distance, except for the snow, there is only snow white.

The snow in the sky fell silently, like a thought, silently. Snow has weight, and so does missing. Accumulated little by little, it can easily crush thousand-year-old trees, surging rivers, and a woman's overwhelmed backbone.

Pieces of falling snowflakes fell on the heart of the water god Niangniang's eyebrows, white head, white eyebrows, white face, and after a while, only a snowman who blended with the mountain and water was left to sit by the Xiuchun River unchanged.

Except that the snowflakes are still falling silently, the heaven and the earth are silent like a painting at this moment. The figure in the snow seemed to have been sitting in this position for a long time, and then it seemed to have only been sitting for a moment.

The figure shook off the wind and snow, stood up, and looked back at the four fields, which were empty.

The water god Niangniang sighed lightly, got up and walked towards the Xiuchun River, and at the same time, a Confucian priest in a white shirt walked towards her in the Xiuchun River.

The water god Niangniang stopped, bowed slightly and said: "The water god of Xiuchun River has seen a Confucian sage. ”

After finishing speaking, the water god Niangniang said in a deep voice: "Yang Caiyun thanks the saint for saving his life." ”

The previous sentence embroidered the water god of the Chunjiang River is to revere the rules of heaven and earth, and the latter sentence Yang Caiyun is to repay the gratitude.

As soon as the water god Niangniang wanted to kneel, as soon as the white-robed Confucian raised his hand, the water god Niangniang stood still on the water and did not move.

The white-robed Confucian said softly: "Yang Shenjun, you are a righteous god of a river that has entered the sea and is desecrated, how can you kneel down to others, don't you want to cut off your own incense and embroider the qi of the Spring River?"

As soon as the water god Niangniang wanted to speak, the white-robed Confucian priest waved his hand and said with a smile: "I saved you for my crazy student, I don't want to wait for him to attain enlightenment, but I still feel that this world is boring." You don't need to thank me, if you want to thank me, he will thank me, he wants to thank me for saving you, not letting your golden body crumble, and not letting you become a homeless water ghost in this embroidered spring river. Otherwise, he would not have been at peace in this life. ”

The white-robed Confucian stood on the surface of the river, smiling at the moment just a sad woman, not the water of this river

Zhengshen Yang Caiyun.

Yang Caiyun, the water god mother, smiled miserably, "I also asked the saint to solve my doubts, I did this, what ...... Is it wrong?"

When he asked this sentence, Yang Caiyun regretted it. The rules of heaven and earth are here, so what is right or wrong?

The white-robed Confucian shook his head, "You're not wrong, I've walked through thousands of mountains and rivers, I've seen all kinds of living beings, and I've never heard of it, it's wrong to love someone." ”

The water goddess Niangniang suddenly burst into tears, and tears fell into the Xiuchun River, crackling, ticking, like crystalline pearls.

It is enough to have this sentence, it is enough to be not wrong, then it is worth the wait for so many years.

The white-robed Confucian priest put his hands behind his shoulders, and walked towards the lower reaches of the Xiuchun River step by step.

The white-robed Confucian is Yao Zhi who planted peaches and picked flowers in the peach blossom dock in the peach blossom dock of Yao's family.

Yao Zhi carried his hands behind his back and walked slowly, "My master once said, 'Stand at thirty, and don't be confused at forty.'" Fifty knows the destiny of heaven. Sixty and ear smooth. Seventy and do what you want, not exceeding. 'In the world of life, rules have to be talked about. My master seventy can already do what he wants in this heaven and earth, but he still does not exceed the rules. ”

Yang Caiyun followed Yao Zhi's side, listening attentively, a Confucian sage, with a heavenly constitution in his mouth, can be enlightened by a saint, that is tantamount to a heaven and earth creation in terms of the gods of mountains and rivers.

Yao Zhi continued: "The gods of mountains and rivers need to break their feelings and desires, this is the rule of heaven and earth. It is the rule set by heaven and earth for the evil landscape in order to prevent the righteous gods of the mountains and rivers from satisfying their own selfishness. But heaven and earth have never said that a god of mountains and rivers cannot love a person, and the original intention of heaven and earth to set this rule is to prevent the gods of mountains and rivers from being evil landscapes, not to let the gods of mountains and rivers break their love. ”

Yao Zhi turned his head to look at the Xiuchun River Water God, "Do you understand?"

Yang Caiyun shook his head ignorantly.

Yao Zhi patted his forehead and said unlovingly: "You just let me be washed away by the river of Xiuchun River in these two sentences." ”

Yang Caiyun was stunned.

Yao Zhi took a deep breath and said, "I mean that as long as you act within the rules of heaven and earth, you can truly do what you want, and you can truly do what you want." As long as you don't exceed the rules, you can do what you want. ”

"Click!"

The snow-white sky and earth were blood-red, and a red lightning bolt suddenly fell from the sky and smashed towards Yao Zhi from a high altitude.

Yao Zhi glanced up at the sky, and the red lightning and blood-colored clouds disappeared silently, and the heavens and the earth returned to clarity again.

Yao Zhi muttered in a low voice, "Restrain your hands." ”

The moment the blood-colored lightning appeared, Yang Caiyun had a splitting headache, as if countless heavy hammers had fallen on his skull, and her golden body hidden deep at the bottom of the Xiuchun River seemed to be about to explode, until the blood-colored lightning disappeared and returned to normal.

Yao Zhi stretched out his hand, and a golden light sank into Yang Caiyun's golden body, repairing for her the golden body that had become tattered under the power of heaven.

"That's why I don't like to talk to you stupid people, if you talk too much, heaven and earth don't like it, and if you say too little, you don't like it, and you're in a dilemma. ”

Yao Zhi stopped and took it out

A fist-sized fragment of the golden body was handed to Yang Caiyun and said: "This is the last fragment of your previous golden body, I have been helping you keep it until now, and then I will leave, leave with him, as for where to go, you can't know." I don't know when I'll come back, he can't go into Xiuchunjiang, I, as his husband, will say goodbye to you for him. ”

Yao Zhi looked at the valley where the mountains and water washed out, and said softly: "After melting this piece of golden body, you are the real Xiuchun River water god, everything that happens in this valley, you will forget, from now on, there will be no two people in this heaven and earth, Zhang Zangzhen and Yang Caiyun." ”

Yao Zhi paused and said, "But I still suggest that you don't melt, it's easy to melt the gold body, but it's too difficult to peel the gold body." Give him a little more time, and give himself a little more time. ”

Yang Caiyun held the fragment of the golden body and looked at the valley blankly, stunned.

Yao Zhi looked at this woman, who was as small as a mustard seed compared to the vast world, and sighed lightly.

Yao Zhi bowed solemnly to the thin woman.

This is for the cowardly disciple and for this great woman.

After Yao Zhi bowed down, the aura and water transport essence on the Xiuchun River suddenly rose sharply, unstoppable, and the golden statue in the temple of the Water God Palace on the Xiuchun River instantly rose several feet, and the sky fell from the sky inside and outside the Water God Palace.

A place of mountains and rivers, the saint bows his head, and heaven and earth congratulate together.

Yao Zhi's figure disappeared from the Xiuchun River in an instant.

The water god Niangniang didn't seem to notice the strangeness of Xiuchunjiang, but just stood outside the valley in a daze for three days.

Didn't think about anything, thought about everything.

The snow fell and stopped, and stopped and fell.

Three days later, the woman shouted a few times at the valley and sank into the Xiuchun River, and the valley that carried too much disappeared, leaving only the surging river to flow eastward.

There seemed to be a murmur on the Xiuchun River with a sour voice, "Time can wash away everything, between me and the past, like an echo, any way back and forth, will eventually disappear into the valley." ”

The water level of the Xiuchun River suddenly rose, and the river widened suddenly, but the people in the Xiuchun River and its banks were unaware.

......

......

In a mountain road far away from Guangling County, an old Confucian scholar with two middle-aged Confucian scholars was climbing the mountain.

The old Confucian glanced back in the direction of Guangling County and sighed lightly.

A middle-aged Confucian with a face full of vicissitudes and dull eyes asked expressionlessly, "Why is the gentleman sighing?"

The old Confucian said in a gentle voice: "Because we are far away from Guangling City, we will never see the Xiuchun River from now on." ”

The middle-aged Confucian suddenly had color in his eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

The middle-aged Confucian squatted on the ground and cried.

The old Confucian said, "Do you want to go back?"

The middle-aged Confucian priest muttered with a crying voice: "I can't go back, I can't go back." ”

The old Confucian once again looked into the distance, and said in a low voice: "Yes, you can't go back, you can't go back, because the people who wait for you to go home will never wait any longer."

Finish. ”

"Sir, am I wrong?"

"You're not wrong, I've walked through thousands of mountains and rivers, and I've seen all kinds of beings, but I've never heard of it, it's wrong not to love someone. ”

The middle-aged Confucian man fainted while crying.

The old Confucian carried his bookcase and said to another middle-aged Confucian scholar: "Qi Nan, carry your junior brother on your back, let's go." ”

Qi Nan asked, "Sir, what about the junior brother?"

"There is no other way but to cross yourself. ”

Qi Nan asked, "Sir, where are we going?"

The old Confucian pointed ahead, "Go up the mountain." ”

"After going up the mountain!"

"Down the mountain. ”

"After the descent!"

"Cross the river. ”

"After crossing the river!"

"Qi Nan, why do you have a lot of?"

"I want to ask where we are going?"

"Go up the mountain. ”

"I mean, where do you go in the end?"

"Go up the mountain, Qi Nan, don't you have to inch in!"

......

......

"Sir, where are we going at last?"

"Up the mountain, up the mountain, how many times am I going to tell you. Did you play or not?"

"Sir, after going up the mountain!"

......

"Heavenly ......"

(End of this chapter) I want to talk about "Extinction" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~