Deeper and deeper into the dense forest, and then slowly downward, until we finally reached a valley bottom. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Along the way, I saw too many white bones and corpses. With angry eyes, painful struggles with outstretched hands, smiling at the promise of martyrdom, and even a face so quiet that he might open his eyes again, he stared at the sky stupidly, staring at the ground stupidly...... It's hard to have the same face, and all kinds of faces are different before the deep malice of death.

Standing at the bottom of the valley and looking up, the vacant branches covered the blue sky, looking down at the earth ethereally, without a trace of emotion.

The mother and son began to walk slowly upwards again, and the mountain road was rugged again, and the dense forest was full of obstacles. The plain white oil-paper umbrella overhead is still so white, like many white clouds.

The trees here have changed a bit, and they are not big but growing in zigzags. The trunks of the trees either fly out diagonally, or bend upwards and upwards, and some even form a circle, all of which are strangely shaped. The leaves of the trees are draped over the branches, tracing the procession of the branches, like the wriggling of millipedes. Although there is no wind, although the leaves do not move, isn't the heart the most terrifying?

The boy's mouth moved: "Mother, how long is it to arrive?" ”

"It's coming! It's almost ......" The woman looked, even though the clouds and mist covered it, but she felt the presence of the mountain peak.

The boy stopped asking and walked silently. The woman didn't talk much, and walked quietly. Mother and son gradually became two black dots, blending into the darkness of the woods.

"Huhu...... "I heard the wind in the distance, with the vastness of vicissitudes.

"Mother, listen? What a big rumor. The boy said in amazement, and tilted his ears sideways.

"The rumor is a gust, and it won't be there for a while."

"Uh...... That's really the case," the boy looked at the woman with great admiration, and said, "Mother, you know so much. ”

"It's not that I know much, but I've seen it, but I've never thought about it." The woman's language was as cold as water.

"I won't forget it. Hee-hee, mother, did you remember something? ”

"Let's go, let's go. What can I think of. It's just a reminiscence of those years and a little touch. With that, he quickened his pace. The boy stopped asking questions and followed the woman tacitly.

Sure enough, it was what the woman said, and the rumor disappeared. It came suddenly, and it went quickly.

But after walking less than thirty steps, the wind gradually picked up again. "Huhu...... The "sigh" spread over the whole mountain, which seemed to bring a little light to the eyes, and the forest under the trees was not so dim, but it was a little cold. If you don't pay attention, the wind disappears again. But the sound that could be left in my ears was a little louder and thicker than before.

"It should be almost there." The boy muttered, his eyes blazing ahead, not a single change in grass or tree left behind. If you can't point to a little light, there will be no hole.

Let's go, let's go. The heaviness of the road is paved behind you, and the road ahead is in the rugged forest, and the wind unloads the burden, and there is only ease with the wind.

Walking quietly......

The fog increased, but the wind that could hear it could not do anything about it, and it was so thick that it was impossible to see far. The grass under your feet is moistened with more greenery, but with more chill. The edge of the plain white oil-paper umbrella changed in the thick fog and cold, and the edge of the umbrella slowly fell with light spots, falling like feathers, and then drifting to the boy's body and disappearing.

The boy was used to it, and said to himself, "It's getting cold." ”

"At this time, the Seven Feelings Abyss should be foggy. Xiaoqing, you remember, no matter where you go in the future, you have to carry a paper umbrella. After all, you can't stand the cold. The woman bowed her head and admonished.

"I will never forget, without this umbrella, I can't go to many places, and I can't survive." The boy said apologetically, and then with a warm look in his eyes, he said firmly, "It is to protect my friend, and it will accompany me to many places and see a lot of scenery with me in the future!" ”

The plain white oil-paper umbrella slowly spits out the starlight, and the light points rotate on the boy's head in response, turning in circles, drawing circles, and then falling steadily on the boy. The boy's pale face pale when the fog rose pale.

The woman nodded slightly, counting as a response. His eyes narrowed gently into two thin lines, and through the thick fog, he looked ahead with a little deep meaning.

"Haha...... I haven't seen him for a few years, but I'm doing well. With this greeting came, the fog opened a way, and at the end of the road appeared an old man, dressed in blue clothes, with his hair tied in a bun and scattered like snow behind his head. The round face was gentle, the small eyes were full of tenderness, and the white beard curled up with the words.

The woman, who was called "Fox Hong" by the old man, owed her body and said, "Fox Fox Hong has seen the Crying Elder. ”

The weeping elder waved his hand and said with a smile: "Why do you see the outside like this? Let the old man take a closer look, is he so old that he can't recognize the fox? As soon as he finished speaking, his right foot suddenly lifted and stepped forward. In the next moment, his right foot lightly touched the ground, but he only crossed a distance of more than ten zhang and reached a step in front of Fox Honghong.

"Huh. You, that's you. Why are you still playing with the old man and me with that red tape, this is not the 'Fox Hong' I know. ”

The Elder Crying looked at the boy holding the fox's hand next to him, and said in exaggeration and surprise, "Who is this child?" ”

Without waiting for Hu Yunhong to answer, he patted his forehead with his hand, looking like he was old and had a bad memory, and said apologetically: "Look at this old memory." Some time ago, you brought a letter and said that you were going to send a child to the Red Dust Pavilion to cultivate, to see my old memory, and you forgot about it......"

Fox Yunhong interrupted the crying elder and chattered more and more apologetically, and said crisply: "This is my child, make the fox forget his feelings." It just happened to meet the age of the new disciples of the Red Dust Pavilion, so I brought it over, believing that the Crying Elder would help with this. ”

She then said to Forget Love: "Xiao Qing, this kind grandfather in front of me is the crying elder of the Red Dust Pavilion. In the future, you will listen to his old words a lot. ”

"Hello grandpa! Oh no, cry elder. ”

The crying elder blew his beard and glared, and said a little complainingly: "Call grandpa, calling 'elder' always feels like I look very old." ”

"Haha" Ling Hu couldn't help laughing, but in exchange for the fox frowning, he quickly shut up.

"Xiao Yuhong, don't scare the children." As he spoke, he blinked and teased Linghu to forget his feelings, and said in a low voice, "Linghu forgets, good name." It's the first time I've heard the surname 'Linghu'. ”

"Crying Elder, I'll send you Forgetfulness over. Accompany him to the edge of the cliff to see the Seven Feelings Abyss...... Please take care of him when you are old. I'm sure you always know the situation of our mother and son in the fox department, and I'm very relieved to entrust him to the Red Dust Pavilion. After all, my previous life was as a 'Fox Force', and no matter how the Fox treated me, I couldn't bear it with reluctance. Crying for the old, forgetting that there is cold poison in the body, and please take more care of the Red Dust Pavilion, but you must not leave behind in cultivation...... The best thing he could do was to withstand the cold poison. After the fox finished speaking, he led the fox to walk forward firmly, because he saw the road ahead clearly, and his steps were inexplicably brisk.

A trace of doubt flashed in the eyes of the weeping elder, and he quickly followed closely. The fox's little hands trembled a little, probably because of the chill of the fog.

Standing on the edge of the cliff, the cliff protruding from the heavy mountain looked trembling in front of the deep and huge abyss of seven feelings. This is the first time that Ling Hu has seen the Seven Feelings Abyss, there is a wind but it can't be spread to the end, and there are white clouds but it is even more gloomy, just like a fatal wound on the vast earth. I don't know what the other side is, and I don't know if it's a mountain or not. I only know that if you step out, you may not fall to the bottom of the abyss. I only know that all emotions are confused and pulled in this dark and deep abyss at this moment, and all that remains is the stillness in my heart, the death-like stillness in my heart. I wanted to step out as soon as I wanted to, as if there was a voice chattering and tempting below.

As soon as his hand tightened, there was a hint of warmth, which made the fox forget his feelings and look at the fox.

"Mother, these seven feelings are so scary."

"It's scary, but it's still the entrance to the Red Dust Pavilion. Later you will understand that scary is not necessarily scary, and beautiful is not necessarily really beautiful. ”

A confused "oh" sound counts as a response.

Fox Hong let go of the hand that made the fox forgetful, and handed him the plain white oil-paper umbrella. Forget to take the handle of the umbrella, put the umbrella behind his head, looked at Huanhong, suddenly his eyes were filled with beads and mist, he knew that it was time to part.

Yun Hong squatted down, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said gently: "You must cultivate well in the Red Dust Pavilion, and don't live up to your mother's expectations of you." Sleep more bed quilts, remember to hold the paper umbrella in a sunny place, and be sure to eat more meat...... In short, take good care of yourself. ”

Forgetful and wept, howling:

"Huh......"

Yun Hong hugged his feelings tightly.

“…… Hey, woo woo, mother, I can't bear you, I can't bear you......"

The oil-paper umbrella trembled, and it was a reluctant reluctance.

Crying and crying, he fell asleep fainting on his shoulder.

Huanhong hugged his forgetfulness, his eyes were full of reluctance, and when he thought of his life experience, he couldn't help but tears flowed out of the corners of his eyes. The tears did not fall to the ground, and after crossing Ruyu's cheeks, they were listed in the air one by one. Yu Hong moved his index finger with his hand behind his forgetfulness, and the tears were gathered in a circle one by one, twisted into a horse. The index finger then drew out of thin air, and the green silk flew out like a waterfall, entangled with the tears twisted into the exercises. The inside seems to be black silk thread, while the outside is wrapped in a layer of white. At this moment, a cyan mottled ring rolled out of the sleeve, and there was a pointed bulge in the outer part. It fell, flew up, stopped in the air, and was pierced by the green silk. A necklace was formed, with tears streaming down her eyes, and with her hair, and with the mottled rings of blue. It is a place of infinite thoughts. The necklace flew to the top of Forgetful Head and fell slowly and softly.

At this time, Yu Hong turned around with his feelings in his arms, looked at the crying elder whose eyes were also a little red and swollen, and said:

"Cry old, forget your feelings, just ...... Please! ”

The weeping elder blew his nose and nodded, but the tears were still lingering in the bags under his eyes. The plain white oil-paper umbrella was idyllic on the grass, accompanied by forgetfulness, lining the deep and misty seven feelings behind him. There was another wind at the bottom of the abyss, "Huhu...... "Xiu Xiu" seems to be muttering in a low voice: it is just a period of hatred, which is getting closer and thicker.

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