Liangji Mountain is located in the middle of the Fire Dirt Mountains and the Yumaki Plain, stretching for thousands of miles from east to west. To the north of the mountain is an endless black wasteland, and to the south of the mountain is the fertile farmland on which many countries depend for their survival and reproduction.

Thousands of feet of high mountains plunge into the sky, dividing the north and south of the two completely different lands, and the vast number of people living in the Ximu Plain can see the shadows of the majestic mountains when they look up, but few people know what kind of world is behind the mountains.

There are two seasons in the high mountains, the yin of the mountain is the dead season, and the yang of the mountain is the birth season, so it is named Liangji Mountain.

On the south side of Mt. Liangji is a large forest that has existed for an unknown number of years, and from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain, it is only about a few dozen miles. In the eyes of some, this forest is just a narrow green strip, but in the eyes of the villagers of Huangshi Village at the foot of the mountain, it is a mysterious area that can never be traveled.

As the saying goes, Huangshi Village is supposed to be a small mountain village that makes a living by hunting and cutting firewood, but in fact, the villagers have been farming for generations, because there are wild beasts in the big forest behind the village that they can't resist.

There are exceptions to everything, and most of the villagers in Huangshi Village are afraid to go deep into the Liangji Mountain, but there is a 12-year-old boy who has lived there safely for four years.

The boy's name is Yuanwei, and he is an abandoned child picked up by the old man in the field in Tulang in Huangshi Village.

The patriarch had two sons, both of whom had already started a family and had children, and lived in poverty like most mountain people. The patriarch Han couldn't earn a few copper plates when he traveled around to practice medicine and save people, so his sons were very opposed to adopting a child of unknown origin. What's more, this child is still congenitally disabled, and one leg cannot be bent, and such a child is a cripple even if he grows up.

The patriarch was kind-hearted and couldn't bear to abandon the child again, so he gritted his teeth and raised it alone. In a few years, a little lame man staggered behind a thin old man to practice medicine and save people, which became a scene in Huangshi Village. The boy had no name, and people saw him as a little tail of the old man, so they called him Yuanwei.

When Yuan Wei was eight years old, the old man died in Xihuan. Neither of the two sons of the patriarch would give him a ration, and even drove him out of the patriarch's small black house. Yuan Wei had no choice but to drill into the two seasons of the mountain and never came out. The mountain people thought that this little child had already become food in the stomach of the mountain beast, but no one expected that he would be mixed in the forest.

In the dense mountain forest of Liangji Mountain, a skinny boy is chasing a small black monkey.

"Kuroko, slow down, your brother can't keep up!"

The boy was none other than Motoo, and he was panting and staggering along the mountain road with a black cane.

Motowei's thin figure is a little shorter than his peers, his goose-egg-shaped face has very delicate facial features, and his narrow starry eyes are shining with a different brilliance. If it were in a normal family, this would definitely be a beloved child.

The surface of the two seasons of the mountains is uneven, not only from the bottom of the mountain to the top of the mountain with a large drop, but also countless valley veins are scattered like a mess. There are also no smooth mountain paths in the woods, which makes Motoo walk a little more slowly.

The little black monkey glanced back, scratching his ears and cheeks and looking anxious, but his running speed slowed down. When the tail was near, he swooped out again.

It turned out that Yuanwei learned a little medical skill from the old man, and it was this medical skill that made him a wild man trusted by the mountain beasts! And this time, because some of the monkeys in the monkey group were seriously injured, the little black monkey was sent to ask Yuanwei to treat, and their destination was the monkey ditch not far away.

Seeing that the little monkey was about to disappear into the distance of the woods again, Motoo called loudly: "Kuroko, slow down, wait for me!"

After repeating this several times, the little monkey finally became irritable, and he jumped on the shoulder of Motoo, pointing to the distance and shouting "squeak, wow", while constantly slapping Motoo's head with shoulder-length hair.

After stumbling for almost an hour, one person and one monkey finally came to Monkey Gully. On a huge bluestone stone platform at the edge of the ditch, several monkeys formed a circle, and in the circle lay a dark red monkey, which looked tired, one leg bent at an abnormal angle, and the red blood left the boss in a puddle. When the big monkey saw Motowei, it was like a child who saw his parents, showing an aggrieved expression.

Motowei let out a long sigh of relief, this is a common leg bone fracture, and it is not difficult to deal with it.

Da Hong endured a little, and it was soon fine. He touched the monkey's head lovingly, and sat down on the rock.

The beasts in the mountains are restless lords, and it is not uncommon for them to jump around in the trees on the mountain, fight and brawl, and make their skin and flesh open, and break their legs and arms, and Motoo will deal with such accidents every few days.

Yuan Wei chattered and complained that the monkey was naughty, but he did not hesitate in his hands, like an experienced Langzhong. In fact, it is hard to believe that most of the so-called medical skills of Yuan Wei are self-taught, and the old man at most plays the role of teaching by word and deed, because Yuan Wei was too young at that time, and he did not teach any means of curing diseases and saving people. On the contrary, because of his leg disability, he always studied his bone state and practiced a lot of it on the body of the mountain beast. It is also thanks to the ignorance of the mountain beast, if the villagers of Huangshi Village encounter such an injury, no one will dare to treat him.

Carefully restoring the bones to their original positions, picking up a few rattans and tearing a thin strip of bark from the tree, the monkey's severed leg was secured.

"Xiao Hei, you take a few people to pick a few hemostatic grasses and bone vines, go quickly!" said Yuanwei with a gesture.

The little black monkey was very psychic, squeaking and quacking to beckon a few monkeys to whistle away. The other monkeys flattered and handed over a few delicious mountain fruits.

After taking a bite of the mountain fruit and letting the pure sweetness spread in his mouth, Motowei slowly lay down beside the big monkey, resting while eating. For him, healing is a simple job, but walking normally is a dream thing. The rush just now made him a little overwhelmed.

The breeze blew, the messy long hair blew on the face, and the pair of narrow eyes, the high bridge of the nose, and the tight mouth had an indescribable grace.

"Xiao Huang, the peaches are so delicious this time, you have time to send me a few to the hut." Motowei chewed a peach in his mouth, but his hand was dishonestly grabbing the tail of a yellow monkey.

In the forest near Huangshi Village, there is only one living person, and Motowei usually has no one to talk to, which is a lot of torture for a child in his early tens. Fortunately, he also knows how to be at peace with what happens, and regards every animal, every tree and even every rock in the mountains and forests as his listener, so not only did he not become silent, but he had some chatter.

I don't know if the yellow monkey understands human speech, but it quickly pulls its tail away, turns around and smashes a loose ball.

The peaches hadn't finished yet, and Xiao Hei had already picked the herbs. Motowei held a half-eaten peach in his mouth, and skillfully applied the herbs to the big red wound. Everything was handled properly, and the motoo babbled about the precautions, and then rushed back one by one in the reverent eyes of the monkeys.

Seeing the sun setting, Motowei was a little anxious. It was still a short distance from his cabin, and according to his walk, it seemed that he could not get back until dark.

"Is there anyone who is fast?" he shouted as he walked, but only his own voice echoed in the woods.

"It's nice to have big goats here. Motoo muttered to himself.

Last time, a big goat broke its leg in the battle for the king, and it sent a few sturdy rams to ask Yuanwei to heal his wounds, and he came and went lying on the broad back of the sheep, and the feeling of walking against the wind made Yuanwei nostalgic for a long time.

Motowei has a high status in this forest, not to mention the docile wild horses and goats, even the ferocious mountain wolves and wild boars are his good friends, of course, this is all in exchange for his medical skills.

"Old goat?"

"Big Red Horse?"

"Toothed pigs?"

Motoo shouted tentatively, delusionally thinking that the mountain beast friend he knew happened to be nearby. Unfortunately, the silence of the woods is strange and strange.

Sleeping in the woods is not a terrible thing, on the contrary, Motoo has a thousand ways to spend his night comfortably, and his soft natural bed is everywhere in tree holes, under rocks, and in the dead grass. But today is an important day, and the dumb sister of the second uncle's family is going to come to the cabin to give him stick noodles. This is the only person in the world who is good to him except for his grandfather, not only will he secretly send him a nest, but also sit with him silently for a while.

The night in the mountains came quickly, and in less than half an hour, the woods were already pitch black, and all that could be heard in his ears was the sound of the wind and the sound of him hurrying.

My sister should have already returned home, and Motoo knew that there was no need for him to continue his journey. By the faint light of the moon, he found a tree and sat down. My sister doesn't come once or twice a month, and missing this opportunity makes Motoo a little frustrated, and he doesn't even have the interest to find a natural bed, but just wearily enters the dream with a black cane.

The black cane is the treasure of Motowei, which was originally the skeleton of a snake, I don't know how many years have passed, and the original white bones have become a little gray and black. The snake staff can be soft and hard, when it is hard, it can be used as a crutch, and when it is soft, the tail is generally wrapped around the waist.

In the dark night, the snake staff emitted a faint light blue phosphorescence, and it was relying on the snake staff that there was not a single mosquito within a few feet of the Yuanwei's body.

Motoo slept very hard, even if the tree he was leaning on had changed. The unknown tree seemed to have life, it shook lightly a few times to push the tail away from the trunk, and after the failure, another branch reached over like an arm, swaying several times but without success.

The sleeping Motowei didn't notice this strange appearance at all, he just muttered and changed to a more comfortable position...