At the foot of Xiaoqingshan, there is an ancient Yangtze River that stretches for many barren hills, and it flows slowly in the mountain stream, bit by bit, not in a hurry or slowly, bypassing many mountains and seeing many vitality.

On one of the tributaries of the Yangtze River, there was a lonely boat that was going upstream, and in front of that boat stood a young man in a straw hat, dressed in a burlap coat, whose figure was not clearly visible, about fifteen years old.

He seems to be very familiar with the environment in this area, the bamboo raft flies up and down, and the bamboo raft moves forward in a dashing manner, crossing a happy arc, and the splash of water is a gorgeous trace; he is not like a disturber, but more like a Danqing guest, depicting landscape paintings.

The boat moved freely over the stream, and soon his speed slowed down and stopped at a pavilion surrounded by the current.

The Water Pavilion is an octagonal pavilion nestled in a gentle mountainous terrain.

The location of the building is very tasteful, surrounded by a patchwork of natural vegetation, in front of a stream with plenty of water, and you can smell a faint scent of plants when you sit by the river and look at the pebbles at the bottom of the water. The vegetation here seems to be wild, growing extremely wild, the smallest fruit is the size of a fist, and there is little destruction around it, except for the water pavilion itself, there is no difference between this place and the surrounding wilderness and mountains.

Looking at the closed eaves, the boy took off his straw hat, stepped forward and snapped the wooden knocker three times, and then pushed the door in without waiting. The inner room of the water pavilion is extremely clean and natural, and there is no human appearance, but it naturally seems a little holy, and it slowly becomes unnatural. The boy looked around, and he could not find any trace of the man's presence except for the warm tea.

took off his straw sandals, the young man went to the back hall to take a bath, took off the ink robe hanging on the hanger and put it on, and then his whole body changed his spirit, what a graceful and beautiful boy!

Burning three incense sticks, the young man knelt on the left side of the table, his face was calm, his long hair was tied up, his forehead was wiped in light blue, and a fierce tiger and leopard were painted on his chest, and the silk thread was light purple, entrenched on the ink-colored robe.

The color of this robe is extremely discordant, but there is a unique taste on the body of this mountain and wild boy, which may be attributed to his temperament of embracing all rivers, three points of scholarly anger, three points of military spirit, three points of mountain and wild energy, and the remaining ninety-one points do not know what is mixed, strange and eccentric, extremely biased, and cannot be tasted.

The young man is good-looking, the man's masculinity is nine points, and there is still about one point to push the immature face, which has not yet opened, and looks a little more feminine. Dressed in an ink robe, the young man was calm and relaxed, looking at the mist on the tea vessel and not knowing what he was thinking.

The halo is rising, and the nostalgia for the young man's side through the window paper makes his stiff edges and corners look gentle, and his temperament is more outstanding.

As the years passed, the boy hooked his lips and smiled, leaning over to focus on the fragrance of the utensils in front of him. The young man's movements are clean and neat, but lingering and compassionate, his eyes are complex and retain the least clarity, and the tea that passes has become a kind of Tao in him, and the mist spreads to be pleasing to the eye, and he doesn't know what deep emotions are hidden in the haze.

After washing the tea, brewing, sealing the pot, and dividing the cup, the young man's actions were paused, and when the tea was poured into the teacup, a heroic laughter came from outside, "Hahahaha! I don't want Cheng Mingjun to come, atonement, atonement!"

"What if I don't forgive? It could be seen that the unkempt appearance of the person showed a clean smile on the face of the ink boy, and he replied.

"Hahahaha! The old man just said it verbally, and the young gentleman just wanted to ask me what to do? Besides, the young man is very tolerant, how can he deal with me, a country man?" The wanderer sat down opposite the ink boy, and when he sat down, he was not honest, and he weighed his ass three times, and he didn't know what he remembered, and there was a hearty laugh.

The young man lowered his eyes, the smile on his face did not decrease, he took a sip of the tea in the cup, and when he put it down, his knuckles tapped lightly on the table twice, and after a while, he whispered softly for a long time, "Master, your craftsmanship is worthy of the name of half of my master." After speaking, he got up and saluted for a while, and the ronin teased his hair with his hand to reveal half of his face and accept it calmly, and then hurriedly waved his hand, "Don't make trouble, Shaojun, let's get down to business, if you don't come here for half a year, you must have asked for something!"

"What if I say no. ”

"This ......" the wanderer was stunned for a moment, turned half of his body and said, "Really?"

"Really!" Looking at the old man's frowning appearance, the young man knew that this was the moment, and immediately nodded intently, and was categorical.

The wanderer hissed and went back half of his body, his mind was no longer on the young man opposite, as if he remembered something, he nodded his head three times and was silent, leaving only a burst of water on the table.

Seeing the ronin's complexion, Cheng Mingjun had a bad thought in his heart, and asked hesitantly, "What have you calculated? The difference between the good and evil of these two hexagrams is great? Have you had the ultimate......ness to distinguish between them?" The more the young man spoke, the more excited he became, and when he got to the back, he lowered his voice for a while, sat down and maintained his manners, and took a few sips of tea in the cup, but the taste changed, and it was extremely bitter.

That's about what it tastes like.

The young man closed his eyes, and his ink-colored robe looked a little white under the halo.

Looking at the look of the young man opposite, there was suspicion in his heart, he didn't calculate it so badly when he originally calculated, but it was calculated on the uncrowned monarch Hou Liwen.

The reaction is big, the reaction is big.

The ronin wanted to laugh and burst, but he almost didn't cry after holding it back.

The ink boy opened his eyes.

Someone must have misunderstood.

Neither of them spoke, some things would be okay, if they said it, it would be a fork in the road, so they clearly knew each other's fallacies but couldn't point it out, they made eye contact for a long time while drinking tea, and finally couldn't find a clear, Cheng Mingjun didn't know if the old man on the other side understood, seeing him squeezing his eyebrows for a while, he was irritable for a while, and changed back to Niu Tong's clothes as a farewell.

Looking at the distant figure outside the window, the ronin thought about it for a long time, and after thinking for a long time, he didn't know whether he understood or didn't understand, so he drank the tea in a daze, and only then did he realize when he saw the sunset!

Fuck, it's time to sleep!

Floating down the flowing water, the corners of the young man's mouth hooked up an inexplicable smile.

The blind man is right, those who are double agents either hide well or, act well.

At dusk, a flat boat.

He's not a clear gentleman, he's just a shepherd boy in the mountains.

......

At dusk, at this moment when the sun and the moon are at hand, the earth seems to have fallen asleep in advance, motionless, like a big turtle.

Under this remnant sun, Xiaoqingshan was covered with a light veil mist, and for a long time, a young man in Tsing Yi appeared in the wetland of silverfish. The young man was dressed in a blue-black robe, and the lines on it were simple, deep, and restrained, standing in the wind, making his immature face look more charming, with deep eyes and a straight posture.

In the afterglow, he has a pangolin lying on his shoulder, which is still a lovely pale yellow, but it looks a little more fierce than before.

The footsteps spread across the wet earth of the silverfish, and the boy slowly relaxed with the familiar scent, but for some reason, he seemed to hear a loud laugh coming from the valley, and the laughter seemed to praise some kind of unexpectedness, praise some kind of chess master, praise some kind of boundless heroism of "you boy, you wait for me".

The young man in Tsing Yi frowned, and kindly covered the pangolin's ears to avoid the noise, but the little guy resisted with his paws unappreciatively, with a proud face, as if in response to "I'm not a child anymore!"

Looking at that arrogant appearance, Xing Yuan pursed his lips, do you want to say, "I've reached the age where I can have children!"

Don't be so explicit!

The pangolin was arrogant, as if it was shy, and a touch of reddish appeared on its pure belly......

You tell me, is your face here?

A thought flashed through the young man's heart, but he gave the little guy a bit of face, and never said it. Coming back to his senses and looking at the village in front of him that he hadn't seen for a long time, the young man in Tsing Yi was like a big fish returning to the ocean, and a fearless emotion surged into his heart, opening his arms to embrace the oncoming wind.

Hug a ghost, cold to death.

Xing Yuan hurriedly put away his robe, and his body shook and he felt that something was wrong with his brain. I haven't seen it for a few days, and it's already autumn, and the autumn wind is wandering in the air with fallen leaves, looking pitiful.

Blowing the late autumn wind, looking at the bleak earth, the young man in Tsing Yi sighed with emotion, holding the long scroll in his hand and not knowing what he was thinking.

After the Chenghuang, the original place has become a round of blue and white full moon, its role has changed from the original Chenghuang secret realm to the current communication equipment, its existence is to facilitate the exchange of detailed information with the girl in white in the distance, easy to communicate, mutual complaints......

Xing Yuan's face turned red, he didn't have any thoughts in his mind, really,......!

The young man in Tsing Yi squatted on the ground and drew a circle.

Yes, yes, I just wanted to draw circles with her. She's so cute, it's a pity not to draw circles together......

Looking at the young man's stupid smile, the pangolin pursed his lips, didn't say a word, his eyes stayed on the picture scroll in the palm of Xing Yuan's hand, wagged his tail happily, didn't know what he was thinking, and suddenly shrunk into a ball shyly, twisting and pinching.

At night, the young man in Tsing Yi came to the totem pole wrapped in a robe, drank a scoop of water with a melon scoop, and then looked at the long scroll in the palm of his hand by the moonlight.

That is Chenghuang, a clean painting scroll.

I don't understand.

Xing Yuan was a little discouraged, and he used many methods, but he couldn't do it.

As part of the ruins, it must have its own useful uses, but I don't know yet.

Lying on the stone, looking at the small fish in the pond, the young man's young face was more childlike, and his small appearance was like a sprout on the barren grass, looking at the vastness of the world and shrinking himself into a small point.

When he walked out of the yellow sand, he felt that he had something more in his mind, but he couldn't say anything when he wanted to say it, the feeling was ethereal, and as time passed, the tail of the memory that he had grabbed didn't know where it had slipped away.

It's cool.

Xing Yuan got up and stepped into the night.

For some reason, he wanted to go to Winter Mountain.

Go see the bear and ask him all about it.

He wanted to understand the world, the world he couldn't understand.

The young man stood under the banyan tree at the entrance of the cave in a green coat, looking into the distance, his eyes were deep.

There was a bear in Winter Mountain, and he said he had seen a very large carp, and he said that he had seen a long line of troops, and there was a bear in Winter Mountain, and he said that he had failed a girl who believed in him.

The bear knew everything, sat in the snow and held honey, without saying a word.

Stepping into the air, under the foot is the dense forest of Spring Mountain, the five main peaks are black in the dark night, but if you look down from the sky, they each have their own color.

Spring Mountain is green, Summer Mountain is red, Autumn Mountain is yellow, Winter Mountain is white, Four Seasons Mountain has no color, or it contains too many colors, but it is reluctant to leak any of them.

The young man in Tsing Yi sat in mid-air, he didn't go to Dongshan, it was enough to be here.

As if feeling the gaze of being watched, the big white bear in the distance was stunned, his vision was dull for a while, he turned over stiffly, ate a mouthful of snow, wanted to laugh but couldn't.

Something about what was missed.

Shougui thought, keeping his head down and not knowing what he was playing, the wind combing its hair, a soft brown and black hair.

Looking at the sky, the big white bear sat for a long time, and it remembered a lot of things in the same place; every time Xing Yuan came over, it would think a lot, good and bad, it couldn't tell whether it was a dream or a memory; but this time Xing Yuan didn't come, it thought more.

Shougui closed his eyes and breathed. It is like a bystander, its own memory is like a drama, it holds the jar and looks stupidly, and from time to time it eats a bite, the situation is clearly a comedy, and the taste of honey in its mouth is also sweet, but it cries like a fool when the sound blows through it, and its mouth is sour, and its heart is stalking.

It didn't know if it was because of the flute or the light and shadow in front of it.

Xing Yuan closed his eyes, and this Xiao sound was also blown to him.

The aftermath lingered, echoing for a long time, and the young man in green clothes came to Shougui's side at some point, a snowman and a big white bear, they sat in the snow, one ate snow, the other ate honey.

They fought, honey, but it was still in the hands of the big white bear.

Xing Yuan leaned against the mountain, Shougui was in a bad mood, and he didn't hide it when he ate honey, his mood was a little low, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"What do you remember? ”

"Nothing. "Shougui urn sound, one hand and one hand of honey, it is rare to get tired of eating, relying on the mountain and Xingyuan to watch the snow together.

Look at the frost and snow that has fallen into the world.

"Can you tell me something you know. Return. ”

"No, you can't. Return. ”

The light and fluttering world seems to be unable to bear the heavy mountain, with the words of the two A burst of snow tilted down, and the heavy sound echoed all over the mountains, and a person and a bear laughed, without fear.

Xiao Sheng, this time is no longer as sad as before, but a thick sadness.

The wind rises, a song of Xiao surrounds the Winter Mountain, a circle, and returns to the west at midnight:

Embrace the scenery and lean alone, super eternal home.

Lonely and friendless, who can play with this legacy?

The sun is shining, and the Buddha will mourn the rest of his life.

The car is both bad and the horse is bad, and the staggering is not feasible.

The body is not allowed to be in the turbid world, and I don't know the appropriateness of advancing and retreating.

The crown Cui Wei cut the clouds, and the sword was detached and crossed.

The clothes take the leaves to store and sink, and the left side hangs on the mulberry;

The right side is not thoughtful, and the Liuhe is not enough to run wild.

The upper part is the same as the chisel in the ambush play, and the lower part is in the Yu Tang Dynasty.

The original respect is high and high, and the ambition is still humble and Yu soup.

Although he knows that he is in trouble, he will not change his ways, and he will not bend the evil party.

Xiao Sheng was very long, they watched, watched the heavy snow engulf everything, Shougui sat in place, Xing Yuan returned to the totem pole, looked up, and there was no difference in the distance.

Winter Mountain is still Winter Mountain, Silent Forest is still Silent Forest, but Shougui is no longer Shougui, and Xingyuan is no longer Xingyuan.

They looked at the early sun in the east, the light that shone brightly, but they never moved again.

It's all fake.

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The paragraph at the end of the chapter is taken from "Mourning the Fate".