In the quiet and quiet valley, the stream is gurgling and flowing, the forest in the valley is tall and graceful, the branches are luxuriant, and the wind blows through the treetops, bringing a small sound of rustling, and the white clouds and mist are swirling on the mountain and stone vegetation, and the scenery looks very charming.

Qing'e sat down on a boulder by the stream, the water was very clear, and there were small fish of different colors swimming around in the water, occasionally swimming to Qing'e's side, curiously circling her shadow a few times.

She was so troubled that she simply took off her shoes and socks, dipped a pair of slender jade feet into the stream, and trampled the small fish that were swimming under her feet half to death, she stared at the panicked little fish, thinking that these little fish were alive in the Heavenly Palace, and they would be as hateful and damned as their masters.

Qing'e stirred up the stream under her feet, and felt that it was not enough to relieve her hatred, so she reached into the water and caught a few fish that had not yet swam away, pinched them to death with one hand, and threw them into the aquatic plants opposite.

If only that hateful Heavenly Palace Master were a small fish in this stream, I would definitely trample him under my feet and trample him into a mass of flesh.

The four bronze warriors escorted her to this place and then disappeared, and after a few circles of blind circles in the valley, she was completely lost in this seemingly beautiful and charming valley, tired and frightened, pulling on the unhealed wounds, and from time to time there was a dull pain in her chest, and by the time she was panting and staggering, and had to stop her futile trek and find a place to sit and rest.

After tossing the fish for a while, she felt very bored, buried her head in her knees, and thought sadly: "What shall I do now, shall I be imprisoned by them in this valley for the rest of my life?" If this is the end of my life, I'd rather die headlong and find my mother early than to be imprisoned here by the enemy and let others play and laugh at will......"

Thinking of the sadness, she couldn't help but whimper and cry, for the first time in more than 20 years, she deeply experienced what it means to be isolated and helpless.

A breeze swept around her, bringing a strange breath, Qing'e raised her teary eyes, vaguely saw a blue shadow shaking in front of her, she moved back, and asked in a trembling voice, "Who?" Who are you? ”

The blue figure showed his true body in the mist, it was a white-bearded old man, he looked at Qing'e carefully, and said in a calm tone: "I am the wise man in the palace, the emperor commanded, in the future, I will preach for the girl, so as to wash away the anger in the girl's heart." ”

Qing'e was suddenly angry, jumped up on the stone, pointed at the wise man and scolded angrily: "Angry? You old fellow, go and preach to your wicked master, for he will burn you to death with so much anger. ”

The wise man's expression was blank, and his cold eyes swept over Qing'e's angry face, and he said lightly: "If the emperor has anger in his heart, the girl is afraid that she has already disappeared, how can she stand here and point fingers in peace?" Please don't be impatient, sit still, let's start with the beginning of heaven and earth today. ”

Qing'e covered her ears with her hands and said, "Don't listen, I don't listen, you get out of the way for me." ”

But the wise man seemed to have not heard it, sat cross-legged opposite Qing'e, and said endlessly: "When the heavens and the earth are in chaos, strange beasts are rampant, thunder and lightning hurricanes, and the four seasons are ......endless."

Qing'e tried her best to cover her ears, but the mellow voice of the wise man still penetrated into her ears word for word, and she was so angry that she grabbed a stone from her side and threw it at the old man whose mouth was moving endlessly.

The stone stopped three feet in front of the wise man, and the wise man glanced at the stone indifferently, flicked the sleeve of his robe, and tucked it into his sleeve, as if nothing had happened, he still sat upright on the ground, and ignored Qing'e, who was cursing in front of him, and talked to himself.

Three hours passed, the wise man stood up, looked at Qing'e who was sitting by the stream, and said: "Today's homework is over, the girl can think about it tonight, and the old man will come again to preach the scriptures for the girl in three days. If the girl has any doubts in her heart, she can ask me at any time, and I am happy to relieve the girl's confusion. ”

Qing'e's face was pale, the corners of her mouth twitched slightly, and she couldn't say a word.

She had just thrown a lot of stones at the old man, but he had put them all in his sleeve, and her golden bell had been taken away by the Emperor of Heaven on the ruins, and now the injuries on her body had not healed, and she was really powerless against this unfathomable old man.

The wise man flicked the dust off his robe, his wide sleeves hung down, and a pile of stones slid down, he nodded to Qing'e, and was about to turn and leave.

Qing'e suddenly sneered: "What are you contemplating? Comprehension, what am I going to comprehend? Now that you are stronger than me, of course you can do whatever you want, can I say half a word? Go back and tell your master, either kill me immediately, or let me go back, and think that I will bow to him and give in. ”

The wise man's face was calm, and he did not answer, and went out of the valley.

Qing'e looked at his distant back with a gloomy face, and fell into deep contemplation.

Three days later, the wise man arrived on time, he still sat opposite Qing'e, ignoring Qing'e's small movements, and after a long speech, he stood up and prepared to leave.

Qing'e's eyebrows twisted, and she shouted: "Hey, old man, you stand for me, I have something to ask you." ”

The wise man smiled and looked at the stubborn girl in front of him, when he was preaching to her today, her hands and feet had not stopped, but in the eyes of this old man who had read the vicissitudes of the world, these carving insect skills were like a breeze blowing through the placket of his clothes, without a trace.

The wise man smiled and said, "What questions does the girl have?" ”

Qing'e stiffened her pretty face and asked, "Where is your master?" ”

The wise man's voice said respectfully: "The emperor has not yet returned. ”

Qing'e snorted and said, "So he's still in my family's territory?" Old man, this is wrong for you, you just boasted of benevolence and morality, all beings are equal, but why does your master refuse to let go of the desolate ruins to this day? He also exploited my freedom and imprisoned me in this hellish place, so you should go and preach to him first, wash his heart first, and then influence me, right? ”

The wise man shook his head, and said in a gloomy voice: "The emperor went there precisely in the hope that that the land could be revitalized. That ruin is soaked in too much blood and resentment, this blood, not only your family, half of it belongs to us, girl, do you know the way? ”

He is like a stone statue, silent in the breeze, remembering his comrades and enemies who have long since turned to ashes.