The southwest of Dachu stretches for thousands of miles, full of strange mountains. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info The mountain peak Cui Wei is tall and resists the green and dark, and the strange rocks are craggy and the ghost axe is beautiful. If the clouds are flowing and the scenery is long and unaware, the water is like ice and snow and is silent forever. Under the shadow of the clouds, the trees are verdant, the trees are facing the sun, and the breeze is like a whisper; The green grass in the mountains is Momo, leaving with the wind, and the dancing sleeves are like a rhythm. Birds chirp in the secluded forest, and the wind chirps non-stop. The bushes are thin, and the grass hides the traces shallowly. It's peaceful.

The wind whirled and there was a shallow sound of footsteps, and a few swallows flew out of the dense forest in response, skimming diagonally across the canopy, flapping their wings and puffing away, the leaves rustling.

In the distance, two figures glazed in the dense forest, one tall and one short, one left and one right, walking together. Slowly approaching, the sun shining through the dense leaves and the cool wind looming behind them.

Walking out of the dense forest, there is a cool place in front of you. A large piece of Qingyan lazily pestled on the edge of the grass, and a tree stood alone on the side of Qingyan. This tree is very strange, ten branches, nine withered and one prosperous. There are seven yellow leaves on the dead branches, and although the wind is not big, there is no image of falling. The branches that had not withered were long and zigzag, but they were bare and did not have a leaf. After meandering for a while, it pointed straight into the sky, as if there was infinite life.

The two figures were now visible. The tall one on the left is a woman, dressed in purple, with no powder and sideburns hanging down her cheeks. The starry eyes are like a bay of water, and there is a bit of coldness and fortitude between the looks. The green silk like a waterfall is on a wooden hairpin, walking like a dragon while Shi Shiran swaying behind his head. The hairpin is like an ear of wheat hanging a string of snow beads, under the sunlight, the beads are illusion-like shadows, flashing and disappearing.

The woman was holding a plain white oil-paper umbrella in her right hand, and in her left hand was a boy about five years old. The boy had a lovely face, fair skin, his hair was scattered and haphazard, and a thick bundle of black hair was kept straight down at the back of his head, and a blue rattan ring was tied on it. In his left hand, he held a small flower that he didn't know where to pick in the mountains, and his little hand shook it casually, and the small white flower shook softly with his little hand. At this time, when the woman saw the green rocks and strange trees in front of her, she immediately stopped, and said with sadness:

"Sure enough, it still arrived, and I never thought it would be like this again."

After that, the woman led the boy to sit on the Qingyan under the tree, put away the plain white oil paper umbrella, leaned against the Qingyan, and stood quietly beside the tree. The boy threw down the flower in his hand and looked around with a hint of curiosity. There is only one almost open space in the whole mountain, and the front and back are all stretching and repeating the same scenery, high mountains and dense forests, and dark valleys, as if they don't want people to go out of the mountains. Then he looked at the woman beside him, and the childish voice sounded:

"Huh...... Mother, is this the territory of the Red Dust Pavilion you said? There was a hint of timidity and flattery after making a mistake in his eyes, and he hurriedly said, "Xiaoqing will remember this special place and will not forget the way he came." ”

"You must not forget ......," the woman stretched out her jade finger and pointed to the strange tree and continued, "Nine deaths, seven loves." ”

Then he pointed to the Qingyan where the boy was sitting, and said in a deep voice: "Hongchen has a way, don't say it lightly. ”

"Nine deaths, seven lives, seven loves, Hongchen has a way, don't say it lightly." The boy followed the woman and read it again and again, and then looked up at the strange tree with nine withered branches and one glory, and somehow felt that the withered yellow branches and leaves were full of ridicule and ridicule. The boy supported Qingyan with both hands, turned his body and looked at the dense trees below and the majestic and unparalleled mountain in the distance.

"Xiaoqing, the clan has already complained about our mother and son. You have been in poor health, and you fall asleep when the cold is too heavy, and you can't learn the exercises in the clan. The woman squatted down and rubbed the boy's head, and whispered, "My mother has some friendship with the people of the Red Dust Pavilion, and it is not a bad idea to ask them to teach you the Tao." I think their 'Refining Dao' is more suitable for you. After speaking, he did not forget to pat the boy's tender little face, woke up the boy, and continued to say earnestly:

"You must take good care of yourself, hold on to that oil-paper umbrella when the weather is clear, and deal with it when necessary."

"Mother, I will remember these things, and I will not forget. When the fifteenth moon was full, as soon as it was dark, he fell to the ground and fainted; That time, Linglong's sister brought me a piece of black jade to see, and she fainted and fell asleep just now. It also scared Linglong's sister into tears......" The boy pursed his lips shallowly, with an expression recalling some scenes at that time, and couldn't help laughing. Raising his neck, he raised his head and said, "You can't beat your small bones, and you can't do it if you don't take care of it." ”

Tilting his head, he said firmly: "At first, I was afraid that I would never wake up, but slowly, I got used to it." ”

"In the past few years, I have sought medical advice everywhere, but the cause is 'the scourge of cold poison', but there is no conclusive conclusion on what kind of cold poison it is, and I can't prescribe the right medicine. There are some risks, and I am afraid that it will backfire. Without complete certainty, the mother's plan will not change in the slightest. Now that I think about it, I have to hope that I will slowly cultivate the Tao, become strong and then move, and then find a perfect way to turn it around in one fell swoop. The woman pressed the back of her hand against the boy's little face, and there was a slight chill in the contact, and she couldn't help but continue with some sadness:

"You have to know anyway. Little love, get through it, there is some hope in the end; If you don't boil it, you won't see hope. ”

The woman smiled, her eyes showing inexplicable confidence, and looked at the boy steadfastly, as if she had seen his glorious future.

"It's just that you pay more attention than ordinary people, and you are more ruthless to yourself when you cultivate," the boy continued with a blank face, "Mother, don't worry. ”

"Although the road of cultivation is long, if you do not advance against the current, you will retreat. Without a heart to ask for truth, you can't see the last scenery, and only linger on the little embellishments on the way to climb. You have to remember this and don't forget it. The woman's tone was filled with a hint of helplessness and hesitation, and what appeared in front of her was the choices of the past, and every step was between life and death.

The boy repeated: "Sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat, and seek the truth." ”

After a pause, he thought about it, frowned and said, "Mother, what else needs to be paid attention to?" ”

The woman stopped and looked into the depths of the forest, as if there were people there. Whisperingly:

"Don't say anything else, Red Dust Pavilion has its own professors. However, you must get along well with your peers and respect your elders. Don't be as talkative as you are in the clan...... Don't be complacent after cultivating the Tao, so many seniors are not high-energy, and there is nothing they can do about your disease. You must know that there are too many weird things in this world, and a person's delusions are all about the bottom of the day, and most of them are mantis arms blocking the car, and there is no good result. ”

"I will remember this, and even if I don't understand it now, I will save it for later." The boy slowed down what he was about to say, and said with a hint of determination, "No matter what, there will always be a day when you will understand!" ”

After speaking, looking at the tightly clenched fist, it is unknown what kind of power that small fist will be filled with, and what kind of trauma it will experience. In the future, he stopped at the sound of insects and birds, and flew out of the nine heavens without any nostalgia.

"'No matter what, there will always be a day when you will understand'...... Then you have to cultivate hard, otherwise you won't understand anything...... Say no more, get up and go obediently. There is still a road ahead, and my mother will accompany you to walk slowly. ”

"Well, okay, mother." The boy stood up, patted the dust on his clothes, and picked a weed next to the green rock and held it in his hand. The woman then took the boy by the hand and turned and walked forward.

Before he reached ten steps, he was about to enter the dense forest again, and the terrain was gradually descending, and he was a little dark. The woman stretched out her hand and summoned, and the plain white oil-paper umbrella flew into the woman's hand with a "whoosh" from the side of Qingyan. Hold the handle of the fan and shake it slightly, the fan bone will open at once, and a halo will be drawn along the edge of the umbrella. And just at the moment when the umbrella was opened, the mother and son stepped into the dense forest appropriately. A round umbrella shadow appeared again under the feet of the two, enveloping them, as if there were many secrets on their bodies.

After entering the dense forest, there was no sound, quiet. It's just that the dead leaves on the strange tree are windless and arbitrary, and a pair of eyes that have gone through the vicissitudes of time suddenly appear, and a voice with three points of helplessness and seven points of confusion escaped from the wind:

"Hey, if it's really as rumored, it also hurts her. Hey......"

It appeared so suddenly, disappeared so secretly.

The mountain is still the same mountain, the tree is still the same tree, as if everything is the same.

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