Find a person to sit down next to the old man, a cup of strong tea flew in the air, Dao Mu took the teacup steadily, took a big sip, and swallowed it with a grunt.

"Old man, the dead air in your body is getting heavier and heavier, which is very unusual. Dao Mu looked up at Hou Ye intentionally or unintentionally, and when Hou Ye heard this, he was also stunned, his eyes were cloudy, but he didn't say anything.

"You can't fall, if you fall, Muxing Mountain will cease to exist......" Dao Mu drank the hot tea in one gulp, and the strong tea was bitter and bitter, making people calm and calm.

Dao Mu's words immediately broke through the current predicament of Mu Xingshan.

Time has passed, the stars have changed, and Muxing Mountain is no longer the Muxing Mountain of the year. The glory of the past has long been dimmed, no longer brilliant, and all the people of Muxing Mountain have shrunk in the corner of the mountain, drawing the ground into a prison, isolated from the world.

No one can enter, no one wants to go out, just generation after generation.

What was once glorious is now a nightmare, and no one in the town wants to talk about it. The glory of the past cannot be seen or touched, but it is like the big mountains around Muxing Mountain, which presses on everyone's psychology.

Muxing Mountain is obviously so close, but it seems so far away, Muxing Mountain is obviously not high, but it seems unattainable. The starry sky, his eyes blinked, as if he was also laughing at the people under Muxing Mountain.

"Ah Dao, are you going to go to Zhitianfu with Da Zhuang?" Uncle Hou brought a bathtub filled with a special big pot of chicken fried with black-bone turkey, "You and Da Zhuang are in this situation, I am afraid it will be difficult to enter Zhitianfu, and now Zhitianfu's vision is even more tricky, why not stay, Uncle will teach you, and the ancestors will not stand idly by." ”

"People always have dreams, what if they come true?" Dao Mu grinned, ignoring the fact that the big pot of chicken had just come out of the pot, and he fried it, and pinched out two large chicken legs with one paw, as big as a pig's leg, one was given to Ah Meng, and the other was gnawed wildly, regardless of the oily stains on his face, regardless of the meat in his mouth, he was struggling in the direction of the kitchen, "Uncle, the food you cook is even more delicious than before!"

"If it's delicious, you can eat more!" said the eldest aunt with joy and beauty.

Uncle Niang was busy in the kitchen, and the four big men sat in the high hall, tasting authentic Muxing tea. Dao Mu felt that Houjia's words still carried longing and hope for the outside world, but more of them were confused about the future and helpless about the current situation.

The meals were brought to the table one after another, and the eldest aunt also deliberately set aside a portion of each dish for Ah Meng, who smiled and squinted with satisfaction, and was a lot closer to the eldest aunt.

Zhengyang is getting old, the golden light turns orange, and it shines in the courtyard, but it loses the ferocity of Zhengyang, and it has a little more worldly tenderness. The evening breeze blends with the aroma of the herbs and wines, adding a lot of fun to the family's dinner.

After dinner, Daomu Ameng climbed Muxing Mountain, although it was only 100 meters high, but the whole town could be seen clearly.

At this time, Sunset was unwilling to treat the heavens and the earth so tenderly, but he was beaten into the Nine Netherworld Sea by the sky, so he burned with all his strength, wanting to take revenge on the ruthless sky.

The wrath of the setting sun stained half the sky red, and the sky turned purple and orange yellow. But darkness has descended on the earth, and soon the heavens and the earth are submerged in the ink jar.

The dark green mountains and forests are full of vitality and yearning, which is the embodiment of the beauty of life. At this moment, because of the ink, he turned into demons and monsters in the wind, and became fangs and claws, so that children did not dare to go out alone at night.

How many ghost stories have been born because of the night.

At the foot of Muxing Mountain, with curling smoke and bright lights, such a peaceful town should be filled with the laughter of children at this moment, but at this moment it is terrifyingly quiet.

Fireflies begin to come out on dates, like a ray of hope flickering in the midst of endless despair. The mountains around Muxing Mountain are like the spine of a rising dragon, and the mountains are like bone spurs on the dragon's back, and like the fangs of giant beasts in the wilderness, which makes people feel cold.

"Ah Meng, let me tell you, in the past, there weren't so many fireflies in Muxing Mountain. Dao Mu leaned on Ah Meng, a man and a beast facing the breeze, smelling the pastoral fragrance, sometimes looking to the left, sometimes looking to the right. "Before, Muxing Mountain was not so lifeless, although everything still looked so beautiful and peaceful, it still felt like a dream bubble, and it shattered when I touched it.

This is my father's hometown, why not my hometown, Muxing Mountain is such a situation, my heart doesn't hurt.

You say, what should I do?"

Moo, Ah Meng can't spit out people's words, but she can understand people's words, she can only comfort Dao Mu in her own way, from her eyes, it seems that she also misses her hometown.

There is her spirit beast family there, and the relationship between spirit beasts and spirit beasts is not as complicated as human society. Human beings are really not as cute, kind and simple as she once imagined.

"It's good that there's still him. Ah Meng turned his head and licked Daomu's face, feeling that Daomu was real, so he smiled and squinted.

"Muxing Mountain is still the Muxing Mountain of the past, but people are no longer the people of the past. Hou Ye stiffened his body, hunched his waist like a shrimp, propped up a wooden stick to Dao Mu's side, sat down slowly, and hunted in the wind with his empty trouser legs, pulling Dao Mu back to reality.

"Old man, it's only been a year, and you've fallen so far. Dao Mu found that he didn't hate Hou Ye so much, but instead felt some sympathy and pity for this man who was crushed by the glory of Mu Xing Mountain. "I gave Brother Da Zhuang a thousand-year-old vermilion fruit, can you hold on until the day he grows into a heavenly pastor before leaving?"

"He's a kid, I don't have extravagant hopes......" Hou Ye sighed lightly, seeing the wooden stick in his hand put down, his half-squinted eyes swept away and became cloudy, flashing like that firefly, "Your hope is much higher than that of Da Zhuang, but you really don't plan to stay in Muxing Mountain? ”

"I have to go, I hate here, I hate you. Dao Mu turned his head, and the red agate eyes were full of despair, "You and everything here give me a creepy from the soul. I've felt this way since I was a child, and when I came back this time, it became even stronger.

No one wants to believe me, but I know you know why. But you didn't tell everyone the truth, you are stubborn, domineering, and think that you are always right, even if you do wrong, you are right. ”

"The Pastoral Scripture is just a legend, even if the Pastoral Scripture really exists, it is impossible to be in Zhitianfu, let alone in Zhuzhishan. Hou Ye sighed lightly, his face wrinkled into a bitter chrysanthemum, having said that, there is no one in the world who does not want to enter the Weaving Heavens, not for the pastoral scriptures, but for the Heavenly Replenishment. "They know nothing about pastoral teaching......

"But now, what is left of our Muxing Mountain?" Speaking of the sore spot, Dao Mu suddenly looked angry, and his tone was very impulsive, only hysterical, "Glory, Muxing Mountain only has the ethereal ancestral glory left, you let everyone in Muxing Mountain live so tired."

My mom and dad killed you, have you counted how many people you killed?

Everyone died with regret, how many of them were able to die well?

I can't be like you, I don't want to be a sinner, but unfortunately my ability is limited, the only thing I can do now is to save Big Strong.

I'm going to take him out of this ghost place and leave the last incense for Muxing Mountain. ”

"Cough, cough, cough......" Hou Ye wanted to refute, but when the words reached his throat, he found that he was powerless to refute at all, what Dao Mu said was the truth.

The air fell silent, and there was only the sound of insects chirping in his ears, and the evening breeze blew on his face, and he whispered in his ears, "Is there your sister's whereabouts now?" After a long time, Hou Ye skipped the topic.

"It should be alive......" When he said this, Dao Mu's tone was a little empty, and he couldn't help but be stunned when he looked at the night.

"It seems that you don't have a very close relationship with natural disasters. Hou Ye chuckled, "If nothing else, the natural disaster should have taken your sister away from Altair." ”

"He is a herdsman, the old man doesn't reprimand me and has something to do with him?" Dao Mu was a little surprised, stopped shaking his legs, and even slapped the root of his thigh in the air, Hou Ye's reaction to the natural disaster was very different from his reaction to Cang Jinxiao, who was also a herdsman, why did Hou Ye, who was jealous and hateful, treat him differently. "When he heard that I would not die after the fire, he pestered me to be his apprentice, and he did not force me. ”

"You met the queen of fire...... No wonder...... Natural Disaster is the first user of the Calamity Chronicle......" Hou Ye's face flashed with remembrance, and before he could start to get to the point. Before the big strong man arrived, the voice had arrived, "Ancestor, Ah Dao, you have come here from afar, so it will be easy for me to find it." ”

"What's wrong?" Dao Mu raised his head, saw Hou Da Zhuang panting, sat and looked up at Hou Da Zhuang, he was really as strong as a big black bull.

Under the cold moonlight, you can see the beads of sweat, Hou Dazhuang ran a lot of places, and finally came to the place where Dao Mu is most unlikely to come, the top of Muxing Mountain.

"Not long ago, my mother took down a nest of thunder poison queen honey, and picked a hundred petals in the flower field, and was about to make you your favorite flower. When I was a child, you liked to watch my mother make candy, so I thought you must be very interested and came to see it with you. ”

Hou Dazhuang grinned, everyone was about to melt into the darkness, and his white teeth and smile were like a ray of hope in the darkness.

"Let's go. Dao Mu turned his head to look at Hou Ye, his eyes were meaningful, "Old man, let's go first." Before the words fell, Dao Mu stood up, no need to say more, Ah Meng followed, and the two of them and one beast disappeared into the endless darkness.

Hou Ye hunched his waist, took out a cigarette gun and put it in his mouth, raised his right hand, rubbed his thumb and index finger above the smoke hole, sprinkled wisps of crystal red tobacco, and snapped his fingers with his left hand, and the tobacco burned quietly.

Hiss, Hou Ye took a sharp breath, and suddenly the seven holes became smoke, entangled with each other in the air, sometimes turning into a picture of children playing, sometimes turning into a picture of young and middle-aged grazing, and sometimes turning into a picture of singing and dancing and festive.

Hou Ye smoked and exhaled cigarettes, and the eyes of fireflies stared blankly at the lifelike patterns in the air, sometimes laughing happily, sometimes shrugging his shoulders and choking.

In the end, it was just a wisp of smoke, and a gust of evening wind hit, and everything disappeared.

Under the moonlight, the rickety background is like a stone, bleak in the wind.