When the last autumn wind blows!

The last leaf on the tip of the tree falls, and winter arrives as promised!

A heavy snowfall was much earlier than in previous years, and for seven days in a row, the entire Great Xia Dynasty and hundreds of thousands of miles of Great Cloud Mountain were turned into a white expanse.

There are many small villages at the foot of Dayun Mountain, and people have hidden in their houses under the heavy snow, surrounding the pot fire to keep warm!

But there was only one exception! He was in a hurry in the snow and the bitter cold!

A young man, named Liluo, is also a native of the foot of this big cloud mountain!

It snowed heavily, and Liluo was wearing thin plain clothes, carrying a cloth bag on his shoulder, walking in the Dayun Mountain, and his shoes were covered with snowflakes. The mountain road is steep, and the mountain road after the snow is even smoother.

Walking on the road with great difficulty, he fell, and the pain of the fall could not stop his pace. He looked at the depths of the Great Cloud Mountain with a firm gaze, and for the sake of a belief in his heart, he had to go there.

"Luo'er! There are immortals living in the depths of Dayun Mountain, you have to find a way to find the immortals, let him take you as an apprentice, and teach you skills. Only when you are strong, you will gain the respect of others, people can have nothing in this life, but only can not lose dignity, grandpa and I have been cold-eyed all my life, and I finally pulled you up, I just don't want you to follow in my footsteps again, live well, live a good life!"

He didn't know where to go when he was a child, it was his grandfather who pulled him up, and his grandfather was such a good person in his memory. Good temper, sincere, kind-hearted, so kind to everyone in the village.

But for as long as he could remember, he found that the people in the village looked at his grandfather with such disgust, and every winter the two of them always had the least and the worst share of food.

Even so, Grandpa was very grateful to those people, and he never fought for anything without complaint. The food was not enough, so my grandfather went to Dayun Mountain alone to hunt, and every time he came back with injuries. He never went to the village doctor, on the one hand, he didn't have the money to see it, and on the other hand, his grandfather didn't want them to look down on him. Liluo asked his grandfather: "Why are they doing this to us!"

But Grandpa said every time: "Luo'er! Everything is grandpa's fault, it is all grandpa's mistake when he was young, and everything is deserved." “

"Grandpa, what have you done wrong?" Whenever Liluo asked, the old man always kept silent. Just tell him, "Don't hold a grudge!"

After a long time, he gradually understood that everyone would have some secrets, since grandpa didn't want to say, he wouldn't ask again, he knew that it was grandpa's pain.

Every time he hunted, his grandfather would always get a little injured, and over time, the old man left too many dark diseases in his body. This year, a sudden heavy snowfall made the old man sick and couldn't afford to get sick, and it didn't take long for him to leave!

When he was dying, the old man was still warning Liluo: "Don't think about revenge, no one in the village is wrong, it's just him who is wrong!"

Thinking of this, I am closer to the grasp of the hand!

Liluo had to bury the old man, but he had no strength as a child, so he had to go door to door, kneeling in front of them and begging them for help, helping to bury grandpa. But he let go of his dignity, and in exchange for only cold eyes, rejection, and even schadenfreude, no one wants to come out of the warm room.

If one family doesn't work, then change to another, run all over the village, see many cold eyes, and the heart of the detached becomes colder, colder than this snow. He didn't insist, he returned home alone, picked up the old man with his thin shoulders, and carried him out of the house step by step, and carried him to the back mountain. With a pair of small hands, a six-foot-sized pit was dug out of the cold and stiff earth, and the old man was buried.

He didn't erect a monument, not even a small wooden sign with his name written on it, he was afraid that those people in the village would come to disturb the old man's rest if they knew that this was his grandfather's grave.

He firmly remembered the position with his heart, so firm that he would not lose his way even if it was a vicissitude.

It was snowing heavily that day, and the old man was buried in the house, and he went back to the house and took a few things, wrapped them in a small cloth, and carried them on his shoulder, and he was going to leave this unforgiving place. There was a torch at the door of the hut, which lit the hut, and there was no need to leave anything behind when everyone was gone. In winter, the weather is dry and dry, and the fire quickly ignites and thick smoke billows.

The people of the village noticed the strange thing and ran out to gather around the small courtyard, and they laughed as the hut gradually turned to ashes in the fire.

How can he endure it anymore, he roared at those people: "It is said that the cold winter and the moon are the coldest, but I see that this snowy day is not cold in your heart, my grandfather is such a good person, even if he is wrong, it will not take a lifetime to punish him, right?

No one answered, only indifferent eyes were answered, and when the hut burned out, and all of them returned home, leaving them alone in the snow......

"Grandpa, don't worry, I'll live a good life, live like this, sooner or later one day I will come back, not for revenge, just for them to pay you back a fair, a sentence that owes you a lifetime, I'm sorry!" Liluo rushed to the hut, to the new grave in the back mountain, knocked down his head on the snow, and then turned around, leaving the village without any regret.

Thinking of these on the mountain road, Liluo will always shed tears without fighting, it is not cowardice, but a kind of sadness after indifference to human nature,

Dayun Mountain stretches for hundreds of thousands of miles, and I don't know where the immortals in my grandfather's mouth are, and I am looking for them with just an obsession in my heart.

It had been three days since he came out of the village, and the road was getting steeper and steeper, and he almost fell off a cliff several times, but he still struggled to get back on the road.

The figure faded away......

This way away from thirst, I picked up a handful of snow and put it in my mouth, melted it into water and swallowed it. When he was hungry, he took out the coarse grain bun from his arms, which was the only thing his grandfather left for him, and he took a bite and chewed it repeatedly in his mouth until his mouth was sour and his hunger disappeared before swallowing it.

Day 5......

Day 6......

The snow has stopped! As the sun begins to clear, the snow in the mountains begins to melt, the road becomes more difficult, and the coarse grain buns are finished!

On the seventh day, Liluo hadn't eaten for a day, and he had no strength, but the speed under his feet hadn't slowed down.

Day 8: I haven't eaten for two days, and it's taken me to see things with my eyes down, but the speed under my feet is still the same.

The ninth day! After three days of starvation, my consciousness has long been blurred, if it is not for the deep obsession in my heart, I am afraid that I will really fall in the vast cloud mountain and become a lonely ghost!

Day 10......

Liluo climbed over a high mountain, looking at the endless mountains in front of him, and his heart shook a little tired. The person took a breath of life, and he couldn't hold on anymore, his eyes were black, and his feet were weak and he collapsed directly on the ground.

"Are you going to die?" the last thought in Liluo's heart!

The sky is clear, and the white clouds are thin......

A streamer of light galloped above the sky, and if you looked closely, there was a person in the streamer, with a cyan long sword on his feet, and a silver light curtain was shrouded around his body.

This person was wearing a white robe, his hair was tied with a red crown, and several wrinkles on his face clearly recorded the many vicissitudes he had experienced, with a shallow smile on the corner of his mouth. The white clouds swept past him, and he didn't forget the pot of old wine on his waist as he galloped, and from time to time he put it to his mouth and took a sip, saying: "Good wine is hard to find!"

This is an old man with fairy wind bones!

After flying over one hill after another, he found Liluo fainting on the ground, and the figure flashed and the old man appeared next to Liluo.

"Wake up......," the old man called, pulling up his right hand and placing two fingers on his pulse. In less than a moment, the old man frowned and made a decision: "Poor doll, the loss of qi and blood in the body is so serious, the original yuan is greatly injured, and the cold qi in the body is even more depressed, and it is in danger!"

"But it's okay! I met my Qingfengzi is also your creation, seeing that you are still young, it is a pity to die, I will take a lot of effort to save you, and the rest depends on your creation!" The old man rolled up his sleeves, and returned to the clouds with his fall, and flew deeper into the big cloud mountain.

"Everything in the world is fate, doll, your fate is not shallow, you can be met by me when you are dying, it seems that your luck is quite deep! The world is like a circle, from the beginning all the way forward, until you reach the end, taste it carefully, isn't it a big circle? Who can escape? Who can see clearly? Heaven is impermanent!" The old man said the mysterious words in his mouth, and his figure quickly disappeared into the mountains.