Excellent view from the Ruvvvvv mountains.

The mountains on this side of the Northeast are, strictly speaking, not mountains in the true sense of the word.

Real mountains. It's the southern kind, extremely high, very large.

On the northeast side, there are mostly hills. Then there are huge primeval forests that have grown for countless years in the criss-crossed hills.

Before leaving, we prepared food rations in the village for almost three days.

Large pancakes, pickled vegetables, and a small jar of fish sauce fried with small fish.

At that time, we didn't pick anything when we ate. The main thing is interest. Thinking about going up the mountain, you can pan for gold. This kind of thing, for a dog who has been in high school for three years. It's full of endless appeal.

The place we are going to is a ravine called the coffin ditch.

It's called a coffin ditch. It's not that the place is full of coffins, but it's shaped like a big coffin.

Of course, we all listened to the army of people.

Dajun said that he had gone to the coffin ditch to pick wild vegetables and round dates before. A kind of wild fruit in the mountains of Northeast China??, so he told the origin of this coffin ditch.

If you walk from the village to the coffin ditch, you have to walk for at least half a day.

On the way, we discussed martial arts, fantasy, immortals, gods, and other things that ghosts fight. Then, walking, walking the old bear came to a word.

"O army, then let's go, when the time comes, where will we live on the mountain?"

Dajun said: "It's okay, there is a place to live, but the conditions are a little harder." Here, people come to release the mountain every year?? Organize a group to dig wild ginseng?? When it was over, they put this place aside and built a wooden house of the boss, and we all called the house a big kang. Then go up the mountain, just put it on the big kang and live there, it's big inside, and it can live dozens of people. "Fengtai University.

Lao Xiong said again: "Then, let's go, can there be a place?" I heard from the people in the village that there are many people living in that place. "

Arm: "It's okay, there's a place!" Absolutely! "

Everyone is at ease.

So, continue to walk the mountain road.

On the road, I also met a few big snakes.

When the old bear saw that he was going to hit with a stone, the old dog stopped him.

He said that the animals on the mountain are spiritual. When we came here, it stands to reason that we have provoked people. Normally, it's not our right. If you don't do it first, you still beat it with a stone, which is a mistake on top of a mistake, which is absolutely unacceptable.

Speaking of which, the old dog has come to teach us a method.

That is, touching my head, talking to the snake, don't bite me, don't bite me, we only pass by occasionally.

Then, repeat it, stay away from it, walk around, and you'll be fine.

Bypass the serpent.

The old bear asked again, what if he met the black blind man for a while.

The old dog groaned.

A little he replied.

You should be happy to see your kind, how can you be afraid?

Old bear, I'll beat you!

Everyone laughed, and then walked towards the goal in high spirits.

I set out in the morning, and at noon I ate a big pancake on the mountain and drank some water that I brought. In the afternoon, it was almost two o'clock, and then I came to the coffin ditch.

As soon as we got into the ditch and walked a few steps, we were a little startled.

Someone!

There are not many of them, but you can always see them squatting on both sides of a stream in the coffin ditch, busy working, using the same tools as us to mine gold.

When we appeared, these people looked at us numbly.

There are doubts, intimidation, and intimidation in his eyes.

We ignored it, but kept walking into the ditch, and after walking for more than ten minutes, a large house appeared in front of us.

This is the kind of house that is made of big wood, stacked one by one, very big, very big, and it looks like it has been quite a few years old.

At the door of the big house, there was a big dog on a leash that was about to lose its hair, and there was an old man with a cigarette pouch and sitting there smoking.

Seeing us coming from afar, the old man raised his head and asked, "Why are you here?" What are you doing here? "

The army: "We're sifting gold??" That sieve northeast should read Sa, Sagin.??"

"Well, got it, do you have to stay here?"

Arm: "Uh-huh. "

"That's nothing, it's not much, five yuan a night, you pay if you live, if you don't live, you can find a place to go."

Great Army: "Stay, stay, we live." "

Since we graduated from high school and it was a holiday, our parents would stuff us with some pocket money.

Five dollars a night is not much, so everyone took it out and scraped together the money for two nights, which was handed over to the old man.

The old man didn't speak, took the money, got up, and led us into the house.

As soon as I entered, ouch, that smell.

Stinky feet, stinky sweat, shame.

Not to mention the smell of rice.

In a word, it's disgusting!

Then, look at the layout again.

Inside, there was a big house, and around the wall of the house, there was a circle of fire kangs.

In the center of the room, there is a table, and then, there is a stove. On the stove, there are two large iron pots.

The old man pointed to a shop in the northwest corner and said, "The four of us will sleep there, and when it's over, if we want to eat, we will pay five yuan per meal, and the rice will be enough, and the vegetables will be a bowl."

A few of us took a look at it, and we thought it would be over.

I was about to put something down.

Suddenly, there was a chaotic sound of footsteps coming from the body.

The footsteps are very mixed, kicking and stomping, as soon as I enter this big room, not to say what those people say, my instinct is a spirit, and then, I feel that this guy who comes in is not a good thing.

I have the ability to know that it's not a day, a day or two. In retrospect, it should have been a sophomore in high school.

I once had in my heart and managed to predict that several people would be beaten.

For example, Liu in school, his father is a contractor, and his family has money, so he is very arrogant when he acts on weekdays.

That evening, after the next evening of self-study, I saw him in the corridor.

Then, I instinctively felt that there was going to be a hard time for this person.

As a result, that night, he had a bunch of people in society cut it down.

There were more than ten knives in the body, and the swords were bone-to-bones, and the blood flowed like a river.

Carried to the hospital, a good rescue, and then he was saved.

There are many similar examples.

I won't go into all of them.

At that time, I asked Ma Biaozi, and I said what you taught me all these things, and how did I become a god.

Ma Biaozi laughed, he said I was enlightened.

He said that the real martial arts practitioner does not refer to the kind of person who pursues physical brute strength.

A person who really practices martial arts, after reaching a certain realm, after a certain level. There is a kind of foreknowledge of people and things around him that is beyond the strength of a strong man. It's kind of like a sixth sense, but a lot more accurate than a sixth sense.

Especially some 'sideways' suddenly, auspicious and vicious changes. A person who has truly entered the martial arts. It's really like a fairy, as long as you are on that occasion and sweep your eyes casually, you will know who will be unlucky, who is the bad guy, and who is the good guy.

A dozen or so came in front of me and behind them.

Not a good person.

Although, I didn't look at it, but that aura, that kind of perception, told me. They're not good stuff.

Sure enough, I twisted my head slightly, and looked at it out of the corner of my eye.

A group of donkey balls, horse eggs, tall, meaty guys came into my eyes.

I glanced at it.

Soon, I recognized their boss from this group.

No one sued me, and I didn't have much social experience, all of which were unpredictable, but I still had zài perception.

The boss was very tall, almost as tall as me.

Shirtless, his body is tattooed with all kinds of small animals, mythical beasts, grass and mud horses and the like.

The animals in that body, colorful and green, are reflected in the eyes, and they are very beautiful.

The rest, more than a dozen followers, most of them are shirtless, more or less, and they are all tattooed with different breeds, categories, and outlines of small animals.

Sure enough.

They entered the house, fell on a few large kangs in the southwest corner, and spoke a few words.

Someone, call that boss, Brother Jin.

Brother Kim!

I remember the name.

Brother Jin smoked at this time, moved his eyes to us, looked up and down a few times, did not speak, but talked to his subordinates, what to say, search for gold, and beat if he didn't give it. Killed, thrown into the mountains, fed to the black blind and so on.

Ruthless!

Proper and ruthless.

The classmates seemed to be very scared, one by one, they looked at the shops, carried their things, turned around and left.

to the outside.

Lao Xiong said: "Dajun, let's go, you see, those people don't seem to be good people." "

The army didn't care: "Brother Jin, he has a number in this piece." However, my uncle's family, my second brother knows him, he can talk, don't worry, nothing is wrong, really, nothing is wrong. Let's go! Anyway, it's already here, let's play for two days. "

The old dog interjected at this time: "Hmph! What are you afraid of, the well water does not interfere with the river water, and he does not dare to do anything to us. "

High school student, I don't have much social experience.

The old bear and the old dog saw that the army patted their chests and said that they were very confident, so they dispelled their doubts and went to pan for gold together.

It is said to be gold panning, but how can we compare with other people's professional panning.

In addition, I have been tired for several years, and I finally finished the college entrance examination, why don't you hurry up and relax?

So, when we reached the stream where the gold was produced, I, the old bear, and the old dog, had been searching for a symbolic hour, and when I saw that I had found nothing, I threw away my tools, turned around, and went to play on the side of the mountain.

There was only one person in the army, as if he had a heavy responsibility, one man, with two tools, standing in the stream, digging hard.

It's interesting in the mountains.

The three of us chatted about our plans for the future of our lives. While walking along the mountain, everywhere, there is a thrill from time to time, for example, seeing a snake, seeing a pheasant flying all over the ground or something.

In this way, grinding until the sun sets, when I returned, I saw that the army was still there to search.

We played along for a while.

During this period, the old dog mentions yì and will go home tomorrow.

The army begged to accompany him for another day, just one day, and after this day, whether there was any gain or not, he would leave immediately.

Everyone didn't say anything, and it was a tacit acquiescence to the construction of the army.

In the evening, outside, ate some big pancakes. Then he went back to the big wooden house.

As soon as we entered the house, the smell was almost smoked out of the big pancakes that we didn't eat.

In the house, there is no electric light, and a lot of wax is lit.

It's stuffy, it smells, it's mosquitoes, and Sensei Titus is uncomfortable.

We went in, found our bunk, and lay down, while I whispered to my friends while keeping an eye on the people around me.

There are everyone, but they are all sad.

Only, Brother Jin's gang got a lot of meat or something, and sat there, drinking vigorously and bragging.

I looked back, and I was planning whether to go out and stand on the pile, or just go to sleep.

Suddenly, in the east corner, a group of people from a place came into my eyes.

There were three people in total.

A middle-aged man, in his forties, with fair skin, took a wooden stake, sat on the ground, and in front of him was a pot with noodles under it. There was another person beside him, who seemed to be a little older than him, but he seemed to be very respectful to the white middle-aged man.

The man, in his early fifties, had gray and white hair, wore a large sleeve of blue cloth, and had a long, long thing diagonally beside him, like a crutch.

The last man, sitting next to the middle-aged man, was sixty or seventy years old, very thin, and wore reading glasses. At this time, he took off his upper clothes, revealing his lean shoulders, and sat there, holding a bowl and chopsticks, waiting for the noodles to cook.

I glanced at it.

When their eyes swept over the middle-aged man and the blue half-sleeved, the two of them twisted their heads and glanced at me.

I made eye contact with them