After determining the matter of entering the mountain, Wan Sanye naturally did not hide it from us, and informed us of some precautions for entering the mountain tomorrow.

Heizhugou is indeed an ancient battlefield, but this was more than 2,000 years ago. Thousands of years have changed, and the impact has been minimal, and there is basically no hope for those who want to fantasize about picking up some cultural relics and monuments in it; It is a strange and mysterious place, probably because of its topography: there is the remaining vein of Daba Mountain in the north of Heizhugou, the main vein extends from west to east along the junction with the Shennongjia forest area, there is Wushan Mountain, there is Wuling in the south, all kinds of mountains converge, the dragon walks and walks, so that the mountains on both sides of it are majestic, the mountains are lofty, the peaks are numerous, the ditch is deep and the forest is dense, the karst cave is undercurrent, and the terrain is extremely complex.

What's even more strange is that the perennial fog in this black bamboo ditch is perennial, inaccessible, the accumulated fallen leaves inside, there are many toxic gases such as "peach blossom miasma", which makes some places become a no-man's land where animals are extinct, and if you break in rashly, you will only give your life for no reason - on the evening of June 24, 1991, 7 members of the design engineering team of the Southern Hunan Forestry Bureau, 17 migrant workers collectively disappeared in Heizhugou, and only half of them escaped afterwards, which was to enter this area by mistake.

Therefore, before entering the ditch, we must make sufficient preparations, and we must anticipate the worst-case scenario sufficiently, so that no one will be left without help, but will send a small life in vain - similar things, in fact, I have experienced a lot, and I will naturally pay more attention.

Everything is premised on being able to survive.

Wan Sanye had been to Heizhugou when he was young, but he didn't go deeper, and he retreated halfway through the journey, and immediately drew out some of the terrain maps he knew for our reference. After that, it was time to prepare the bags and discuss the composition of the personnel, and it was so busy until the evening, when the eldest daughter-in-law of the old man Wan came to the hall and called us to eat, and then stopped.

The dinner is very rich, quite Tujia characteristics, bacon, bean skin, pickled cabbage...... It's very similar to our eating habits there, especially the bowl of sour and spicy fried ear roots, which was almost made round by me alone. The liquor of Yesanguan is very distinctive, and the convention is to ask the guests not to get drunk and not return, but because they are going into the mountain tomorrow, they did not take it out, but got some sweet wine made from glutinous rice, the degree is not high, the taste is pure, at first drink the same as the drink, after a while, there is some wine upwell.

The little butt liked to drink this sweet wine very much, but the adults didn't let it, and asked for half a bowl, and drank it quickly, and then watched us gulp it, and the little eyes were full of pity.

Wan Sanye couldn't resist the pitiful strength of this little girl, and spared her half a bowl.

She was very excited, and while taking a sip carefully, she obediently shouted Grandpa, you are so good, Meimei loves you to death...... We all laughed, and Wan Sanye showed a pleasant smile on his face at this moment. I'm a little strange, why does everyone call this good little girl "little ass"? I don't know what kind of story there is in this road. The little butt drank two sips of sweet wine, came over and asked me, "Big brother, where is that little fat worm in your house, does it want to eat?" Call it out and eat it together?

Before I could speak, the little girl threw out a lot of questions, and I made a bitter face, pretending not to know, saying that there are any fat worms, little ass, are you mistaken?

Seeing that I looked sure and sure of my seriousness, she was confused again, scratched her head, and asked people left and right to confirm it, which caused others to laugh again. Miscellaneous Xiaodao asked her what she called a little ass? Some people said that this was given by the third master - when the child was born, the third master took a look at it and felt that he liked it a lot, thinking that it was an excellent seedling, but the third master said another sentence at the time: "Hey, how can this child's ass be so small?" So Wei Meimei's nickname has been passed down like this.

Seeing the lively and cute little buttocks, I thought to myself that I could get Wan Sanye's evaluation of the words "excellent roots", and I think that in less than twenty years, this little guy who is like a pistachio must also be a character, right?

Although people aspire to be created equal, because of family, institutions, talents, education, and other reasons, this aspiration is as illusory as utopia. This principle extends to cultivation as well, for example, if I hadn't been born on the fifteenth day of the seventh month, I would naturally not be able to suppress the Golden Silkworm Gu, such as Wan Sanye, the old man Wan and the dead second brother, all of them are ordinary people, like so many outstanding people in the Xiao family, it is really rare - even so, the father of the miscellaneous Xiaodao is also an ordinary farmer.

This kind of words are frustrating, but it is a reality, however, fate is not in the hands of others, we can only make up for it if we continue to struggle.

The sun set, the earth fell into darkness, and we walked to the entrance of the village with Wan Sanye and Little Butt - he went back to his lonely cabin in the woods, while we temporarily lived in the farmhouse opened by Little Buttocks' grandmother. Halfway through, a strong wind blew from the other side of the mountain, and then the dripping raindrops fell from the sky, and the rain became quite heavy in an instant, and we hurried towards the farmhouse, only to be almost all drenched in soup by the time we arrived.

After a hot water bath and warm ginger soup, we came out, did not see Zhao Zhonghua and Wan Sanye, and only when I asked did I know that Wan Sanye insisted on going back to the forest hut, and the shopkeeper sent his master back, and he may not come back.

I squatted in front of the threshold with the miscellaneous hairy path, the water falling from the eaves was connected in a straight line, like a bead curtain, looking into the distance, the rain was quite heavy, and there seemed to be no sign of stopping, in the direction of the black bamboo ditch, a flash of lightning flashed from time to time, illuminating the dark mountain. I'm in a bit of a dull mood, and I said to the miscellaneous Xiaodao Look at this, if the kid with a missing head really enters the black bamboo ditch, I'm afraid he won't be able to survive today?

Miscellaneous Xiaodao looked around, saw that there was no one left and right, and then whispered: "Speaking of which, you have to thank the kid named Wan Chao'an, if there is no him, the ghost is willing to accompany you into the mountains to collect medicine." But then again, in Wan Sanye's words today, it seems that some details have been hidden, but I am afraid that tomorrow's trip will be very dangerous! ”

I wondered, if it's dangerous, why do you still have an eager expression? You can still laugh?

Miscellaneous Xiaodao laughed hajlily, saying that you don't know what to do, right? If a person is in a good situation, his cultivation will only stagnate, and in another ten years, it will be a life of inaction, but if he has been on the edge of life and death, then he will forge my strong heart. Red dust refining the heart, grinding is the state of mind, and life and death are the only way to improve cultivation. If my old Xiao wants to be strong, this kind of thing naturally needs to be more fun.

He was resolute, but I knew that most of the reason why he was willing to go into the ditch was because of me.

The so-called friends and brothers, giving favors to others, but never asking for anything in return, and not deliberately mentioning it, in this way, people will feel comfortable, natural and pure.

The tiger cat stood on the wooden beam under the eaves, looked at the rain outside, looked particularly melancholy, scolded "silly Boi" in a low voice, flapped his wings and flew back into the house, and continued to sleep. I chatted with Zamao Xiaodao for a while, smelling the fresh air with the smell of earth in the mountains, and my mood was much more comfortable.

The next morning, we got up early, the rain in the sky was lighter, like delicate silk, hazy and hazy people did not want to move, and saw that the dirt road outside the yard was muddy, which made people have some worries about today's trip into the mountain.

After Zhao Zhonghua and Wan Sanye came over, the grandmother of the little butt made us breakfast, and gathered some dry food and dried meat for backup. A car from the village came to pick us up, and after meeting with Wan Yong, the eldest son of the old man Wan, and Wan Chaoxin, the men of the two clans, Wan Chaoxin and Wan Chaodong, we were a group of seven people and began to hike into the mountain.

Wearing a wide and thick black raincoat, rain boots, and a backpack tightly wrapped in oilcloth, I walked slowly on the mountain road behind the village, in this misty winter morning. The overnight rain had washed away all traces of our past, making our goal even more confusing, and the muddy road made our movement sluggish and full of danger.

After entering the mountain for a while, almost everyone's face showed a solemn countenance.

This rain is so unfortunate that it seems that God is deliberately working against us. But no matter how arrogant we are, we won't think that God revolves around us, so we can only endure it silently. After walking six or seven miles on the mountain road, the rain began to converge, and the sky was gloomy, like the face of the leader, but I finally took a breath and lifted the wide hat on the raincoat to the back, so that I had the heart to look at the surrounding environment: if we put aside the various factors of the difficult road, the beautiful scene of jagged trees and greenery, and the clear raindrops remaining between the green leaves, are quite the fresh and elegant artistic conception in the poem "Autumn Twilight in the Mountain House" by the Tang poet Wang Wei.

If people struggle in adversity, they have to find something to pay attention to, or they will be so depressed that they will have all kinds of pessimism, and there is no sense of struggle.

As soon as I saw these beautiful scenes, my heart suddenly brightened up, and I walked more energetically.

I didn't know the road, so I used the small tree cut down on the side of the road as a crutch, followed the people in front of me, and struggled with this muddy mountain road, and walked hard for I don't know how long, suddenly the person in front of me stopped, and the miscellaneous trail stabbed me, and said. Looking up, we saw a misty mountain road and gorge appearing in front of our eyes.