At this moment, it is autumn, the grass and trees are shaking and the clouds are flying, and there is a loud chirping sound in the blue sky overhead, which is the homesickness of the migratory birds flying south, and there are shepherds grazing white sheep under the blue sky.

The two stopped their horses and looked up at the blue sky and the mountains in the distance. From a distance, the two mountains are less than 100 meters apart, and the mountain shape hidden in the light blue mist is abrupt and straight.

At this time, the herdsman's song floated far away with the vicissitudes of life and simplicity, and the two followed the song to look at it, and saw that in the flock not far away, an old Molong shepherd was sitting on horseback and singing while driving the sheep.

At his feet, a black sturdy sheepdog ran back and forth from time to time chasing the departing lamb, and this qiē was like a beautiful picture in front of the two of them.

Yao Ling looked at Yiqiē in front of her with a distraction, and listened to the touching ballad with her ears. Although she couldn't understand the lyrics, her voice was desolate and low, as if telling an old story.

Yueming also listened very seriously, he knew Molong language, so he could understand what the old man was singing. With the song, there was also a desolate and lonely look on his face.

"He sings a homesick song. He said softly, and then took the horse's belly and walked towards the old man and the sheep.

Seeing Yueming and Yaoling coming, the old man stopped singing, and after carefully looking at the two of them with a pair of eyes that contained the vicissitudes of life and saw through the world, he asked in the big dragon language: "Are you from the Ji country or the big dragon?"

"Uncle, we are Dalong people, going to Yongguan. Yueming clasped his fists on horseback and saluted the old man.

Yao Ling also saluted the old man with a fist.

Hearing the answer, the old man's expression became a little heavier than before, he was slightly silent for a while, and then slowly asked, "Young man, how is Dijing?" There was an indescribable melancholy in the old man's questioning voice.

"The imperial capital is prosperous and stable, but the old man is a big dragon?" Yueming replied in a clear tone. By the way, he asked the old man again, and a pair of searching eyes flowed between the old man's eyebrows.

The old man didn't answer his question in time, but just turned his head to the southwest, and only after a while did he gently reply: "No, I'm not a big dragon person, I'm a right-left person." ”

When the old man said this, a faint sadness and longing gently floated around him and wrapped him. For a moment, Yaoling felt that the qiē around her became a little heavy and sentimental.

Yueming didn't speak. The old man's face also looked to the southwest—that was the direction of the imperial capital.

"My father used to be an official in Youli, and when the Feng clan raised troops to seize the world of Youli, my father refused to surrender to the Feng clan. So he led his people to settle down in the grassland of the desert dragon, and we have never left this grassland since. A gust of autumn wind blew, and patches of autumn grass fell back and forth, and a lamb called with a childish cry.

Yao Ling and Yue Ming sat on horseback. looked in the direction of the imperial capital and listened quietly. I thought in my heart how many such people had to give up their homes and go to other places for the obsession in their hearts in the change of dynasty. How many people have a sincere heart for the country and the nation, but they have no way to serve the country.

As the old man narrated, the two seemed to see a few years ago, a young literati led a young child to walk in the turbulent times of the galloping war horse, although the right left the country was the previous dynasty. But the old man's affection for the right left still touched the two of them.

"Now that I am in my twilight years, I will face the direction of the imperial capital when I herd sheep every day, recalling the appearance of the imperial capital when I was a child. Now think about it. The change of the world has long been providential, just like the clouds on the horizon. The wind blows away, and then gathers again. In the end, the expression on the old man's face became calm and open-minded, like the sky after a storm.

"Young man, after the two mountains in front, it will not be far from Yongguan" After a short silence, the old man pointed to the two shadowy peaks in the distance, and took the lead in breaking the dullness.

"May I ask the old man, what are the names of those two mountains?" Yueming, who looked at the distant dark peaks shrouded in light blue mist, asked softly. Along the way, he would always mark every place he walked on a map he drew in detail.

"Two Forgotten Mountains. The old man replied.

"Two Forgotten Mountains?" Yao Ling repeated the name of the mountain, and there was a hint of curiosity in her tone.

"Yes, it's called Two Forgotten Mountains, and the two mountains have one name. The old man stroked the gray beard on his chin, looked at the mountain in front of him, and said softly.

Yueming also raised her eyes to look at the two mountains, "What is the origin of the old man's mountain?"

"Hehe, there's a legend about these two mountains. The old man paused for a moment, then continued:

"A long time ago, on the grassland, there was a young dragon witch who fell in love with a young hunter, the hunter's father was the leader of the tribe, unfortunately he was assassinated, the hunter in order to avenge his father so he threw himself into the cruel battle, the dragon witch helped the hunter all the way to fight and kill, but when the great revenge was avenged, the hunter's heart was no longer satisfied with a stable life, he wanted to annex the entire tribe, and then annex the world. However, the young witch saw through the bloodshed and death along the way, and saw through the vagaries of the world. She persuaded her lover to give up the idea of annexing the world, but her lover, the young hunter, could not resist the temptation of power and refused to give up his wild thoughts. Eventually, he chose power between power and love, and the woman was grief-stricken but agreed to part with the hunter, and when the two turned their backs on each other, the witch recited a spell and turned herself into a mountain with her beloved hunter. ”

When the old man said this, he stopped and pointed to the two peaks in the distance. "This is the origin of these two mountains, you see, the mountain on the left side looks like a man with his head held high?" Yao Ling and Yue Ming looked at each other and nodded at the same time. Indeed, as the old man said, the mountain on the left hand side really looked like a high-spirited man, his head slightly tilted as if looking at the vast earth, and his hand hanging from his waist seemed to hold a bow.

"Look at the mountain on your right, and it doesn't look like a woman looking back. She had one hand behind her back and one hand hanging down from her chest. Yaoling and Yueming both looked at the mountain peak on the right hand again, the back of the mountain was steep and straight, and the top of the mountain peak was slightly sideways to the left, as if looking back, and her sad expression seemed to be seen in the mist.

"It's really like!" Yaoling couldn't help but sigh.

"Hehe, girl, everything in this world has a history, although it is a legend, but who can say that such a story has not happened?" The old man's words were full of mystery, which made Yaoling confused.

There was a kind of indifference and distancing in Yueming's clear and bright eyes, he had lived in the temple for fifteen years, and he could understand what the old man said.

I don't know how long it took to say goodbye to the old man and go to the two forgotten mountains.

"Why is the witch unwilling to help her lover fulfill his wish?"

Looking at the two peaks standing in the sky in front of her, Yao Ling asked Yueming softly, with a pair of beautiful big eyes with deep confusion.

"Maybe I've seen too much parting with life and death. Yueming also replied softly, like a lake, there was no expression in his quiet face.

When Yao Ling heard this, her face suddenly darkened.

"No matter how much life and death are parting, I also want to help Xiaofeng. After a long time, she said to herself in her heart, and a faint determination flashed in her gloomy eyes.

At this moment, a pair of eyes as light as water gently swept across her beautiful side face, and a sigh that only she could hear rose from the bottom of Yueming's heart. (To be continued)