Just after the thunderstorm, night followed.

There is a biting chill on a starless night.

In the depths of the West Mountain, the Dayan River, which is surrounded by mountains, has a large temperature difference between day and night, and a thunderstorm seems to bring the Dayan River back to early spring.

The last drop of eaves water finally fell into the broken clay pot under the eaves.

This drop of water has been accumulated for a long time, and it has been growing and sinking on the eaves, shaking and falling several times, but it is still stuck in place.

I don't know how long it took for the drop of water to be big enough to break free from the eaves of the roof, and it splashed down in the crockpot.

Compared with the time it took to drop water, the boy who looked to be only four or five years old on the big stone slab under the eaves spent a much longer time observing and figuring out the phenomenon of dripping water from the eaves.

From the time this drop appears on the eaves to the time it finally falls...... The child kept looking curiously, not in the slightest irritation from the long wait......

The water in the jar was so full that it was about the same level as the crockpot. The boy stared at the ripples in the crockpot that had been layered by the splashing of water, his eyes focused on not blinking.

"Squeak-"

The wooden door was like an old man, let out a long old moan, and a girl walked in from outside.

She glanced at the emaciated boy with dark curly hair under the eaves, his small eyes glowing with curiosity, his fleshy mouth slightly upturned, and his face was round without a trace of blood...... The boy was still staring intently at the broken crockpot in front of him.

The girl knew how long it took to fill the crockpot drop by drop, and how long it would take for this silly boy to lie here and observe.

Several small lines of water splashed on the boy's forehead were gathering and descending, and the waterlines and sweat merged into a large drop of water, breaking through the layers of resistance, and slowly sliding off the bridge of the boy's nose. At this moment, it was hanging at the very bottom of his slightly collapsed little nose, and from the side, it looked like morning dew on the tip of the immortal pine needles of Eagle Cliff.

In order to keep this precious drop of "morning dew" from falling, the boy not only wrinkled his nose, but even his long eyelashes tried to keep his gaze untiring, and his two eyes unnaturally locked on the "morning dew" on the tip of his nose at the same time, so cute that he became a cross-eyed.

As soon as the girl saw it, she guessed that he had been in such a position for a long time, that he had forgotten himself. The girl couldn't help but laugh, two rows of white teeth peeking out from the corners of her crescent-like mouth.

The cat bent on her waist, she approached the boy step by step, took advantage of his unpreparedness, and slapped the boy's shoulder with her fingers, and the "morning dew" on the tip of her nose fell down in an instant, shattering on the big stone slab.

"Hey, one less, is the old man asleep?" asked the girl quietly.

"Goo, you bastard! Are you sleepwalking, I just had half of my dream!" He snorted and scolded.

He didn't forget to answer Gugoo's question, tilted his head, and motioned with his eyes for Goo to listen. Sure enough, there was a snoring sound from the inner room.

Shao Yi took the blue cloth coat left for him by the divine doctor from the back room and walked out, he had a boning knife stuck in his waist, and a soft leather bag on his back, and Geng Ding's large wine gourd was tied to the strap of the leather bag.

Shaoyi and Gugu have been like the same family for five years, and they are used to playing and laughing, and they are both very "talkative" on weekdays, but at this time, when it is time to say goodbye, they are relatively speechless.

Goo Gu could see his reluctance to this home from Shaoyi's expression, and she asked, "Don't you really need me to accompany you up?"

"No, I don't. Shaoyi replied firmly.

......

During the day, the elders of Dayanhe Village decided to let the five-year-old one go to the West Mountain to experience 9981 days before returning to the village to complete the "instrument of hair binding" of hanging hair.

After learning about the elders' decision, he planned to leave in the middle of the night.

His little face was tilted up, trying to unfurl a manly smile for Gollum. Goo's eyes turned red and he took him in his arms.

The two grew up together, eating in a pot, and hiding in a tree house, but they hugged each other, but it was the first time......

Goo is three or four years older than Shaoyi, but she is a whole head taller than him, and her chin is pressed tightly on the top of Shaoyi's head, which is simply a suffocating rhythm.

He pushed her away and said, "I'm only going to walk for a few days, and you look like a big bad wolf is going to take me?!"

He handed the amber tassel and hosta in his hand to Googu's hand. I went to Xishan just to exercise and grow, so how could I carry a spiritual weapon as an auxiliary.

In the end, it was a child, and as soon as Shaoyi was in a somewhat depressed mood just now, he left the hospital gate, and immediately refreshed and cheerful the cool and fresh night.

......

Under the cold and cold night, the entire Dayan River seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep.

Shaoyi was the only one who was ready to leave the village at this time, and he walked deep and shallow along Ganhua Creek to the depths of the valley.

I couldn't see my fingers, and there was no torch to light the way, but the less one walked very steadily. After all, climbing the West Mountain in the dark is one of his various naughty attempts in the past two years.

On weekdays, the cold qi and blood in Shaoyi's body always compete with another hot qi and blood, and the body temperature of Shaoyi will be moderately coordinated due to the external environment. In summers like this, the cold qi and blood will slightly defeat the hot qi and blood, and the body temperature will be lowered a little.

Today, however, Shaoyi doesn't like to be cool as he usually does, and he's trying to walk briskly, because the little heat generated by his body is far from enough to beat the sudden cold of the outside world, and the temperature of a summer night is like winter.

At this time, Shaoyi carefully looked at the movement of the two qi and blood in his body, fortunately, tonight, the two sides did not fight.

If at this moment, these two uneasy cold and hot qi and blood in the body start a war unexpectedly, and they are fighting to win the dominance at night when no one is around, then, let alone the ideal of fighting the sword to go to the end of the world, even if he finds a tree cave cat nearby for a winter, I am afraid that when he comes out of the hiding hole the next year, he will still fight because of the two cold and hot qi and blood in his body that no one obeys, and his cultivation will be fruitless.

Shaoyi is glad that the two qi and blood are still "safe" and did not come to add to the chaos.

At this hour, dew began to fall among the grass on the ground. After a while, the inside of the young one's cowhide boots became wet, and his feet seemed to be sailing in the mud. He had to slow down his ascent to prevent himself from slipping in a hurry.

In the darkness where he couldn't see his fingers, with the guidance of the sound of the stream, he slowly walked deeper into the valley step by step.

Suddenly, from the eerie broad-leaved forest, a long, terrible wolf howl was heard.

The wolf howled, and even the wind weakened. The black and swarthy mountain reveals its back to the Great Weir River in the valley. Looking back, far away, the Dayan River at this time is already a small bright spot like fireflies.

Continuing to bury his head, dragging his tired body forward, in the afterglow, he was attracted by the faint light in the sky, and his curiosity drove him to observe carefully.

Two black mushroom clouds were merging, and behind the clouds, a faint ray of light was revealed. This ray of light gave him unspeakable strength to his exhaustion. The two feet that were sore and swollen suddenly had strength again.

However, the clouds closed together again into an impermeable wall, and the sky returned to a black rumbling. With memory, Shao Yi secretly recalled the silver light a few seconds ago in his heart, he smashed it, what kind of light would it emit from, it was so magical, and it also inspired his fighting spirit?

Could it be the eyes of a wolf?

Shaoyi chuckled in his heart, and he began to look around nervously, trying to find the silver light again.

A gust of wind rose, and countless rays of silver light flickered, not far in front of them.

It's not a wolf, yes, the light from the wolf's eyes is green, and the ray of light in front of him is silver.

One less small step ran towards the place where the silver light shone. After running a long way, Shaoyi finally found the place, and at this time, the wind also stopped with Shaoyi.

One less was in a tall, straight, unknown wood, but the silver light was gone.

After half an hour, exhausted, he no longer had the strength to look for any silver light, and he rested against the trunk of a large tree. He found that there were layers of scales growing on the trunk of the tree, and this old tree was the same as the hundred-year-old silver fir at the head of the village, the scales seemed to be hard, but they were soft to the touch, which was very comfortable......

Shaoyi didn't bother to distinguish between these, and he fell asleep unconsciously.

The wind above the forest rustled the leaves of the silver fir trees, and the reflections on the leaves were the strange silver light that Shaoyi was looking for...... However, these silver lights could not pull him out of his dream.

......

An old man's voice: "Who are you?"

He rubbed his eyes, quickly got up, and looked around nervously, but there was no one but the thick trunks of the trees.

He looked up again, and perhaps, the mysterious "old man" was hiding in a tree.

I saw that the top of my head was a network of trees intertwined with large and small branches, which was impermeable, where was there a human figure, where could I hear people's words?

"How can you sleep at my feet?!rustle-sand-" The mysterious "old man" spoke again.

"Who are you? Come out and speak, what kind of hero are you in hiding. One less plucked up the courage to throw out a sentence.

"Sha-sha-sha-I am right next to you, and you look up the trunk of the tree next to you. ”

Shaoyi listened to the old man's words, and his gaze moved up the trunk of the tree, the branches intertwined and stacked, as if a pair of wise and shining eyes were staring at him from between the branches.

Shaoyi rubbed his eyes, and what he saw was still dark.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Sha-Sha-Sha——, Cedar-Ba-Gong-"

"My name is Shaoyi. ”

"Rustle-sand-"

"Everybody calls me that, and they say that my name means one less tendon. ”

"Rustle—" The old man laughed.

There was silence everywhere. Shaoyi raised his head and shouted loudly: "Old man Sha——, Shanbagong-"

......

"Smack-"

A drop of morning dew knocked on the door of his head, and it was cold. Shaoyi remembered for the first time, just now in a dream, he had a conversation with an old man who claimed to be a Shanba Gong.

With one less body to go, he stretched out, and this sleep was even more comfortable than when he slept at home.

The scene around is exactly the same as the scene seen in the dream, with towering tree trunks that can never be seen from the sky, and even the thinnest branches are as thick as a grinding plate.

"Am I in a dream and haven't woken up yet?"