Rain over.

There was not a single cloud in the blue sky, and it was extremely clear.

Under the cliff at the bottom of the valley surrounded by mountains on all sides, a low new grave was added at some point, and the loose mound of earth was pointed, and a simple wooden sign was inserted in front of it, and a few words were engraved.

The air smells of earth and grass, and the dense foliage of the forest drops a little dew, which inadvertently slides down and moistens the soil.

The rolling hills in the distance, with their gentle curves, are blown by the breeze and the sound of the shepherd boy's flute.

Accompanied by bursts of singing with strange tunes.

The song was getting closer, and it was a thin old man humming a thin old man with a dirty face, a pair of tattered straw sandals on his feet, a tattered shirt, and a wine gourd hanging from his waist.

He was holding a thin broken bamboo pole in one hand and a chicken leg in the other, and his cheeks were constantly agitating, and he was gnawing happily.

"A chicken in the left hand and a duck in the right hand...... If you have chicken thighs today, what will you eat tomorrow?"

The mouth muttered and made a muffled sound, but the old man did not stop, and after a while, the fat chicken leg had been beaten clean, and only half of the chicken bones could not be licked out of half of the oil and water.

Stopping, the old man raised the chicken bone in his hand and looked at it with a sigh: "I'm so hungry......"

"Hiccup. ”

A belch followed.

The old man didn't blush at all, but threw the bones straight to the back of the road, picked up the hem of his tattered and muddy clothes, and wiped his hands vigorously.

After wiping his hands, he was about to continue on his way, but he unexpectedly lowered his head, his nose twitched, sniffed vigorously, and frowned.

Where's the smell of blood?

It's a little lighter......

The expression on the old man's face suddenly became solemn, and when he looked carefully into the grass, he noticed an abnormality.

He stepped forward, picked up a tall clump of artemisia grass in front of him, and saw a dark red in the emerald color.

A pair of jet-black eyes, suddenly flowing with a strange and mysterious light blue light.

The old man's eyes widened and his whole body tensed, and he looked in all directions, muttering to himself.

"Surrounded by mountains, a cave of qi. There is a bend in front of the stream, and the moon returns......"

This is actually a place where the aura of heaven and earth gathers, in the words of mortals, it is a feng shui dragon's lair.

Pinching his fingers, the old man shook his head in confusion.

"It's really strange that the Great Yan God can't push anything. ”

After walking in the world for many years, he had never seen such a strange thing, but the old man was very curious, and looked along the place where there were dried bloodstains, and saw that there were many broken marks in the weeds in front of him, as if someone had passed here.

Following this grass mark, the old man walked forward, walking, but his vision suddenly disappeared.

The green grass was gone, and in front of him was a low cliff.

The old man's gaze was fixed on a certain point under the cliff, and his brows furrowed again.

It was a mound.

Fresh earth, with only sporadic traces of rain beating, apparently piled up at the end of the rain.

The old man raised his eyebrows, "Huh", and simply jumped off the cliff, but he didn't fall half to death, and stood firmly in front of the grave.

On the simple tombstone, there are several deep seal characters engraved.

- The tomb of my wife Xie Shi's sorrow.

The old man touched his chin with a messy beard, and somehow sneered.

Looking left and right, there was no one around, he directly pinched out a trick, and when the dirty two fingers touched, it was immediately like a thunderbolt hooking the earth's fire, and a ball of blue light burst out of the "Peng" ground, pouring out like a waterfall, sweeping towards the grave.

Brush Lala.

The blue glow dissipated.

The soft earth at the head of the grave was swept away, and even the lid of the coffin inside the tomb was swept up by an unknown wind and thrown aside.

The sky was bright.

In a coffin cut from a fresh tree trunk, a fresh corpse lay down.

It's a girl.

His eyelids were tightly clenched, his brows furrowed, as if he had been in a lot of pain before he died, and his chest was stained with dried blood, and his coarse cloth clothes were torn and the edges were neat, wounded by mortal weapons.

"Tsk. ”

Shaking his head, the old man paced around the coffin, muttering something incessantly.

"That's it, I shouldn't die. ”

***

Sitting in the coffin in a daze, I still couldn't react when I saw the angry old man standing on the ground.

"Boss, what did you just say?"

"Ahhh

“…… I, I don't have a father or a mother......"

Seeing that he spoke sadly.

The old man, who claimed to be a "Fudao mountain man", grew his mouth, as if he was choked half to death by her words, his eyes were wide, and he couldn't speak for a long time.

After a long time, he pounded his chest violently and got up: "Call you cheap, call you cheap, do good deeds and accumulate virtues, can you do this kind of thing?

Seeing that she was worried, she couldn't understand why the "Fudao Mountain Man" in front of her, who claimed to be her life-saving benefactor, suddenly became angry? She just wanted to know what was going on.

There was a lot of wood in her mind, and she only felt that even looking at the mountains, trees, flowers and plants around her felt extremely strange.

There were fragmentary images that flashed through her mind.

In the small courtyard of the farmhouse, on the day of thunderstorms, the windows are clanging, and umbrellas appear in the rain curtain......

That's her husband, the one she had to entrust her life......

Xie Buchen.

Seeing that she finally remembered, she looked down at her chest.

The sword that hung on the wall was sent into her hot chest by his own hands......

But when I looked down, there was no blood, and the wound didn't hurt at all, as if I had never had that sword, like ......

Xie Buchen never killed her.

But the hole in his clothes grinned softly.

At that moment, he saw that he was pricked by something, his face was pale, and his fingers trembled.

Every bit of getting along in the past years can't control the rush out of her memory.

On the densely foliage tree, Xie Buchen hid in the thick shade, holding a book in his hand, and read softly: "The world has a beginning, and I think the world is the mother ......."

She sat under the tree and copied the scriptures that Xie Mu had requested.

The noisy sound of cicadas could not break their peaceful relationship......

……

In the alley, Xie Buchen, who came out to avoid trouble, had an unconcealable haggard on his face, and the whole person was shaky.

She supported his shoulders and helped him escape all the way through the dark alley, running and running until there was no way, Xie Buchen carried her and rolled into the firewood and grass pile in the alley, covering the two of them with prickly hay......

She was held tightly in his arms, and she didn't dare to make a sound......

……

On the day of marriage, Xie Buchen used a wedding scale to pick off her hijab.

Seeing sorrow, she still remembered the warm smile on his face, which made her heart sway more than the red candle burning next to her.

……

The flickering picture was finally frozen in Xie Buchen's sword-holding hand.

That is the outline that she has drawn thousands of times in her heart, and it is the beloved person she promised to be sincere and want to entrust her life!

But he took the sword and faced it!

The sword is stained with her blood!

Aren't they husband and wife?

Great sorrow and hatred invaded the reason of sorrow in an instant.

She had a thousand and ten thousand who didn't understand: Why? Why kill her?

They had shared weal and woe, and even she had their child......

A day of husband and wife for a hundred days, in exchange for drawing swords against each other?

Seeing sorrow, she felt that her eyes were hot, as if there were burning tears locked in them, but she couldn't cry, but wanted to laugh.

Cachinnation.

Laughing at a day of husband and wife for a hundred days, but joking; laughing is really a drain, and all kinds of turns are empty......

Seeing sorrow, he shook his shoulders uncontrollably and smiled.

Mockery, with an indescribable desolation.

All her tears flowed into her heart, and she sat in the damp coffin, looking thinner and thinner.

Surrounded by scattered dirt and green trees...... The world after the rain is full of life, and every qiē is thriving.

Only one of her hearts, like ashes.

When the Fudao mountain man next to her saw her situation, he only felt creepy: "You...... You...... Are you alright?"

"I'm fine. ”

After laughing, my heart is empty.

On the contrary, before her consciousness dissipated, a sentence she had heard kept echoing in her mind......

"The dust has been cut, and the heart is excellent. He asked for immortals every day, the power of the heavens, there must be a seat for you. ”

Why did Xie Buchen kill her?

She was obviously dead and sealed in a coffin, but she was able to come back from the dead without the slightest scar on her body......

Xunxian asked.

Are there really immortals in this world?

Seeing sorrow, he subconsciously looked at the old man, Fudao Mountain Man.

A dirty beard, a pair of thief eyes, and two words are written all over the body: obscene.

At this time, his eyes were spinning, as if he was looking at what was going on around him, but the movements of his hands were unambiguous, and he didn't know where to find a chicken leg and stuffed it into his mouth.

"It's true that the world has changed, and people's hearts are not ancient. Saving a person this year is like saving an ancestor!Alas......"

"Mountain people. ”

Seeing sorrow, he suddenly shouted.

The mountain people of Fudao were intently gnawing on the chicken legs, and suddenly heard this sound of the "mountain people" who were clear, and they really got goosebumps, and almost threw the chicken legs that they had not finished gnawing in their hands and flew out.

"Good and dignified, suddenly called the mountain people......"

"Mountain people, are there any gods in the world?"

Seeing the sorrowful voice, there was also a wisp of sorrow, and as soon as it was blown by the wind, it dispersed.

Are there any gods in the world?

It was an unusually ordinary sentence, but the people of Fudao Mountain were shocked when they heard it, and the chicken leg finally fell to the ground.

He stretched out his greasy fingers and pointed at the sorrow: "How do you know that I'm not human, ah no, not mortal?!"

“……”

Why does it suddenly feel absurd?

It can be seen that I can't laugh.

"Mountain man, are there any gods in the world?" she asked again.

The people of Fudao Mountain stared at her for a long time before they realized that she was not suspicious of her identity, but just asked.

It's a shame that he made a fuss about himself.

The Fudao mountain man coughed seriously: "Yes, yes, but I heard that it was thousands of years ago......

As he spoke, he bent down, quickly picked up the chicken leg that had fallen, wiped it vigorously, and stuffed it into his mouth without disgust at all and continued to eat.

He said vaguely: "What, do you also want to ask the immortals to ask, and you want to live forever?"

Qiu Xian asked, immortality?

No.

Seeing that she was holding on to the edge of the coffin cut by the heart of the tree, and the hard little thorns pierced her palm, she didn't care at all, and slowly stood up from the coffin.

A slender and even slender body, with a straight back.

The sky was clear and blue, and his worried eyes wandered in the vastness, and he only said: "I don't want to ask the immortals to ask, and I don't want to live forever, I just want to ask - why." ”