He kept falling, as if it had been many, many years.

Fly fast, a voice whispered in the dark, but Bu Yangming didn't know how to fly, so he could only let it continue to fall.

Teacher Su Beihe has never made a mud doll thrown from the city wall, and Bu Yangming remembers the appearance of the mud doll falling to pieces. He said that day, "I'm not going to fall." And now, he continues to fall.

It was a chaotic gray mess all around, and he couldn't see how far the ground was, but he could feel how fast he was falling, and he didn't know what was waiting for him below.

Even in a dream, you can't go on forever.

Wake up!' the voice shouted.

It was dark and cold in mid-air, there was no sun or stars, only the oncoming earth and gray mist, and unfamiliar whispers.

Perhaps, you should find a way to fly. The voice said.

"I can't, I don't have wings. ”

Maybe you can be like me.

The voice was thin and high-pitched, and Bu Yangming looked around for the source of the sound, and finally found a snow crow on his chest, with two small round eyes looking at him.

The snow crow stepped on his chest and fell with him.

"Help me. He turned to the snow crow for help.

"Do you have corn? Maybe I'll think of a way to get enough to eat. Snow Raven said.

Bu Yangming had no choice but to fumble with one hand for his pocket, scattering the corn on his chest, and the snow crow began to peck at his chest.

"Are you really a snow crow?" asked Bu Yangming.

"Are you really falling?" asked the snow crow.

"It was just a dream, and I woke up when I hit the ground. Bu Yangming said.

"Hehe, silly boy, this is not a dream, you will never wake up if you fall to the ground. After the snow crow finished speaking, he still went to eat the corn.

Bu Yangming turned his head to look, and the gray mist cleared, and he could see the snow-capped mountains, and the silver river left a meandering thread in the verdant forest. Bu Yangming looked at the approaching ground and became sad.

"It's useless to be sad, I said, you have to fly. You see, like me. "The snow crow was afraid to beat its wings and circled above Bu Yangming's head.

"You have arms, but I don't. Bu Yangming said.

"There is never more than one kind of wing, you are so smart, you should understand. ”

At this time, Bu Yangming fell faster and faster, rushing towards the ground, and the cold wind was whistling in his ears.

"Fly. Snow Raven said.

"I can't fly, I really can't. ”

"Aren't you flying right now?"

"No, I'm going to keep falling. Bu Yangming said.

"You're right, but all flying begins with a fall," said the snow crow, "and look down." ”

"No, I can't fall face down and die. ”

"Look down!" Snow Raven's order was unequivocal.

Bu Yangming had no choice but to turn around and face the earth, and he opened his eyes.

The whole world is spread out below, like a magnificent oil painting with colorful colors.

He looked at the Seven Kingdoms at a height he had never reached in this life!

This was his greatest yearning, and the wheel of fate quietly presented this precious gift after he suffered a great disaster.

The painting-like world was so clear that he even forgot his fears, forgot that he was still falling.

The world is in full view.

Bu Yangming overlooked the northern city of the underworld as a soaring snow crow, the towers of which were originally short and fat, and the walls of the city became lines on the dirt floor. He saw Teacher Su Beihe frowning and calculating the accounts; he saw his brother Bu Yangfei practicing swordsmanship in the school arena, holding a real weapon made of stainless steel in his hand; he also saw the sacred tree that he fell from in the North Underworld City, the leaves rustled in the cold wind, and when it realized that Bu Yangming was looking at him, it also waved its branches, and looked back at Bu Yangming.

Looking east, he saw a sailboat riding the waves, sailors rowing hard to cross Reef Bay, and he saw his mother sitting alone in the bow of the boat, holding a bloody dagger in her hand. Bu Yangming also saw a storm forming in front of the ship, a tumbling dark cloud, filled with boundless thunder and lightning, but the sailors were unaware.

Looking to the south, the majestic walls of Guangming City towered into the sky, and my father's face was covered with dark clouds, and he was tired of trivial matters in government affairs; the eldest sister Bu Yanglin walked around without a master, bursting into tears; the second sister Bu Yangnan waved her little sword in a secluded place, and her swordsmanship improved a lot compared to the last time I saw her.

Looking west, his gaze traveled through the desert of the West Sea, to the depths of the steppe, to the Caspian Sea and the Eagle City, where thousands of horses ran on the vast grassland, and the cavalry wielded the full moon scimitar like a mountain of knives.

Finally, Bu Yangming looked north, saw the desperate high wall shining like blue crystal, saw the second brother Bu Yangying sleeping alone on the cold bed, the memory of warmth and heat gradually faded, and his skin was pale and firm, and he saw the lame man of the Qingqiu family chatting with an old man, and he still waved his black staff from time to time.

He looked beyond the walls, at the end of the world, through the boundless, snow-covered forests, over the frozen banks, and the dead ice fields where there was no sign of any living creatures.

"You know, it's not necessarily good to be alive. The snow crow said as he stood on his shoulder.

"Why?" asked Bu Yangming, puzzled, still falling.

"Because winter is coming, and the catastrophe is coming. ”

Bu Yangming turned his head to look at the snow crow, and the snow crow also looked at him. He was amazed to find that the snow crow actually had three eyes, and the third eye was full of terrifying pupils.

When Bu Yangming looked down again, there was nothing below but ice and snow, cold and death, and on a frozen wasteland, there were jagged blue and white ice needles, like flying spears on the ground, waiting for his arrival.

Death has swung the black scythe of life at him.

"Boy, it's now, either fly or die. The snow crow urged.

"When fear comes, be brave enough. Bu Yangming remembered his father's words, yes, brave enough.

He has no wings, but he still has arms.

He reached the ground and stretched out his arms.

The invisible wings were like swollen sails, filling the air and carrying him high. The terrifying ice spear below quickly subsided, and the heavens and the earth suddenly opened up again.

"I'm flying!" he cried out in surprise.

"I can see it. After the snow crow finished speaking, he flapped his wings and flew in front of Bu Yangming, pecking his sharp beak into the center of his forehead and between his eyes, Bu Yangming felt a sharp pain.

"What are you doing, there's no corn in there. He protested loudly.

The snow crow ignored it and continued its work.

Bu Yangming was in pain until he fainted, and the heaven and earth and the gray mist that had enveloped him began to spin, and he tried to stay awake but couldn't.

As if the black curtain was lifted, the snow crow was gone, and in front of her was a white-haired old woman standing in front of the window, looking familiar.

Then Bu Yangming understood that he was in the North Underworld City, in the tower room where he lived, and the white-haired old woman was Mother Rong, who took care of herself every day.

Mother Rong dropped a basin of water to the ground in surprise, she didn't care about the broken basin at all, and knelt down on her knees and looked at the sky of the North Underworld outside the door: "Buddha bless, Bodhisattva manifestation, thank God! Buddha bless, Bodhisattva manifestation......"

Then Mother Rong got up, and even forgot to walk Yangming, she ran down the stairs by herself, shouting: "Wake up, wake up, the little master has woken up......

Bu Yangming touched between his eyes, the place where the snow crow pecked just now was still hot and painful, but there seemed to be no trace on his forehead, neither bleeding nor wounds, he felt weak and dizzy, tried to get out of bed, but couldn't move.

Everything just now was like a bizarre dream.

Bu Yangming lay there quietly, he couldn't feel his legs.

His face was expressionless, this was his reality, he had to accept it, perhaps in a bizarre dream, he had already accepted it.

At this moment, there was movement beside the bed, and something jumped lightly on the bed and looked at him with a pair of golden eyes.

This is his wolf, I don't know how long he has been lying down, the little wolf has grown so big. He stretched out his leafy hand to caress the wolf.

Bu Yangfei threw down the steel sword in his hand, Master Su threw down the ledger in his hand, and they rushed to the tower of the North Underworld City, and when the two of them rushed into the room out of breath, the wolf was licking Bu Yangming's fingers.

Bu Yangming raised his head and said with a serene face: "Brother, I have thought of the name of my wolf, I will call it "tomorrow". ”

"It's good to wake up, brother, it's good to wake up," Bu Yangfei rubbed his hands with irrepressible excitement, "Mom is very worried about you, she has been guarding you, but she just left the North Underworld a few days ago, she will be able to go crazy with joy if she wants to know the news." ”

"Well, my brother whom I know, my mother walked around the east and took the waterway and is now adrift at sea, and there may be storms at night, and we should pray for her. Bu Yangming said lightly.

Bu Yangfei looked surprised, looking at his younger brother who had just woken up, he exchanged glances with Su Beihe, wondering who leaked the news to his younger brother, but who arrived before them?

"I'll let Xue Xinzi go to Bright City, how happy the old master is to know that the news is uncertain. Su Beihe said.

"Master Su, please send a message to the penal colony as well, my second brother is in the penal colony, I think he also wants to receive this news," Bu Yangming looked at his brother Bu Yangfei after speaking, "Is it okay? brother?"

"Of course, brother, this is the best, and the Buyang family shares honor and disgrace. Bu Yangfei said.

Rong's mother also gasped and climbed up the tall building, carrying a food box in her hand, and entered the door with tears in her eyes: "Little master, are you awake, are you hungry?" She opened the food box and took out Bu Yangming's favorite pine nut cake.

Bu Yangming took a bite, the sweet and delicious taste filled his mouth, he swallowed a bite and looked at Bu Yangfei and asked, "Brother, can I no longer walk, can't I ride a horse?"

Bu Yangfei almost burst into tears, not knowing how to answer his brother.

"Little master, I will personally build a trolley for you, and I can push you wherever you want to go. Su Beihe's heart was sour, this was the most proud disciple in his life.

"Thank you, Master Su. Bu Yangming smiled lightly.

Rong's mother opened the window of the tower, which is Bu Yangming's usual request.

The sky outside the window, the north wind is cold, and the fog is hazy.