"Stop!"

An earth-shattering shout.

The birds of the shaking forest are flying all over the sky!

Dead leaves on the trees swirl and fall!

"You scoundrel, you're angry with me!"

An old Taoist priest with a withered face, holding his hair in a bun, and wearing a tattered Taoist robe, was panting and chasing after an eight or nine-year-old Taoist boy.

Little Taoist boy, ghostly and unusually clever!

"Master, don't chase it!"

"Little bunny, you're bad too! I'm going to break your leg today. ”

Lao Dao ran out of breath, his legs and stomach cramped, and he covered his stomach with both hands.

"Master, what are you smoking today! Isn't it just a piece of broken wood!"

"I'm!"

The old-fashioned rolled his eyes.

"The statue of the ancestor is terrible! Oh my God!"

Lao Dao sat on the ground with his ass.

Howling.

Seeing that Lao Dao stopped, Xiao Dao Tong also sat down breathlessly.

"Master, for the sake of that broken wood, you chase me for ten miles!"

"Little rabbit, that's the grandfather!" said the old man.

"Master Zu has been dead for 10,000 years, and it's just a broken log!"

"You rabbit cub who has forgotten his ancestors! I have a view of the heavens, inherited for 10,000 years, and it all depends on the protection of the ancestors!"

Xiao Daotong's eyes rolled.

"Master, has Master Zu blessed you?"

"You dead child, you're angry with me! Master Zu ...... He....... Lao Dao couldn't answer.

Although the Hun Tianguan has been inherited for 10,000 years, it is now declining greatly, and it has been lost in this deep mountain, and it has been passed on by one person for hundreds of years.

"Master, let me tell you, to be a man, you have to pay attention to flexibility! You see! Who else is there in our Taoist temple besides our two masters? A piece of broken wood, if it's gone, it's gone, I'm your own apprentice! You chase me all the way, and my legs cramp when I run!"

Xiao Daotong speaks like an adult.

"Bastard! The ancestor is gone, what kind of Taoist temple is this! God, the ancestor!

The old Taoist clapped his thigh with his hand, rolled his eyes angrily, and was about to turn his back.

"Don't! Listen to me, master, don't get excited! Give you this!"

Xiao Dao Tong saw that Lao Dao was too excited, and threw a silver ingot over.

Suddenly, the howling stopped!

Lao Dao picked up the silver and rubbed his eyes with the dirty and torn robe.

"You unlucky child, you exchanged your grandfather for ingots of silver, you shouldn't wow!

Seeing that the old man picked up the silver, he was full of mouths.

"A piece of broken wood has been exchanged for such a large piece of silver, and you have made a lot of money! Master, if you are not happy, I will go to someone else to exchange it back!"

Seeing Lao Dao, Xiaodao Tong was not so excited, and walked up to him and stretched out his dirty little hands.

"Bring me the money! I'll go and get the broken piece of wood back. ”

Lao Dao hurriedly shrank back.

"Stinky boy, it's been changed, and now I'm going to come back! This makes others think of us in the sky, although our view of the sky has declined, but we have to pay attention to integrity!"

Lao Dao stared at Xiao Daotong with an unhappy face.

"Let's go, let's go back, next time it's like this, I won't spare you!"

"Master, there's no next time, except for the broken wood, no one else looks at anything!" said Xiao Daotong, tugging at Lao Dao's robe.

"Don't worry about it! You cultivate hard, master, I sell some talismans or something every day, and we can eat and drink for the two of us." ”

The two walked back to a dilapidated Taoist temple on the top of the mountain.

......。

Speaking of Xiaodaotong, in fact, his life experience is quite bitter.

That was that day a year ago.

......

The grass warbler flies in March,

Hengduan Mountain should be under the Dragon Village.

On the winding river outside the stockade, a group of laundry girls.

Frolicking, washing, and sometimes there was a burst of laughter.

Under the big banyan tree at the entrance of the village, a few old people pulled their homely routines and watched a group of children playing.

A few sleeping dogs in the sun lay in front of the village, drooping their heads.

Occasionally awakened by the sound, he pricked up his ears and looked up at the intersection.

This is a cottage on the border of the Great Qin Empire, in the middle of the Hengduan Mountains.

Due to its remote location, few outsiders come here.

In the village, there are hundreds of people, who make a living by hunting and planting.

Occasionally, there is a surplus of prey, from young adults, to the nearest Lianyun Town to exchange for some daily necessities.

The smoke of the cooking stove rises, and the children, who are tired of playing, begin to go home.

"Xiaotian, it's time to go home, it's time to eat. A beautiful woman with a white face holding her hair in a bun shouted.

"Okay! I'm back. "A little boy about eight years old ran into the stockade like a fly.

Xiao Tian's father is a famous hunter in the stockade, and he can hold the heaviest hundred-burden bow in the stockade.

Xiao Tian is eight years old, and he is already beyond the height of ordinary children, and he is as strong as a calf.

Rush into the house, grab a piece of bread and stuff it into your mouth.

"Slow down, slow down, you kid!"

"Hey, hey!" Xiao Tian grinned. "Mother, daddy hasn't come back yet?"

The woman stroked Xiao Yutian's head with her hand and said, "Your father, I went to the town with your second uncle to sell skins, and I sold the money to make winter clothes for Yutian." ”

"Yes, yes, Mom, my father is the most powerful person in the village! I have grown up, and I am just like my father. Xiao Yutian shook his mother's arm.

"Well, we little ones, grow up quickly. Grown up, he's also the best hunter!"

The woman's face was full of doting, leaning over and touching the child's head, staring out the door, and said softly.

"Mother, when I grow up, I can also pull the big bow. Go hunt big bears and come back, and give the best skins to my mother to make the warmest clothes. ”

Xiao Tian blinked his dark eyes, looking forward to what he would look like when he grew up.

"Woooo

There was a group of strangers shouting and scolding from the stockade.

"It's all out!" "Gather under the tree at the entrance of the village, and kill if you don't get it!"

The sound of running and slamming doors broke the usual tranquility of this village.

A group of soldiers in armor and dragging long knives were slamming doors and shouting from house to house.

"Oh my God, what the hell is going on!" cried the woman, and the child screamed.

"Where is Ji Changsheng?" asked a fierce soldier in a blood-red brocade robe, jumping on a big stone under the tree, looking down at everyone, and looking down at everyone.

"I'm going to town, I'm leaving early in the morning, may I ask my lords, what's going on?" an elderly man in the village asked cautiously.

"Hand over Ji Changsheng! Dare to hurt my young master, if you can't see him before sunset today, you will all die!"

The bone-chilling voice sounded in everyone's ears, and the people below couldn't help but shudder.

"Mother, they're looking for their father. Yutian quietly told his mother.

"Don't make a sound, little heaven," the woman looked around nervously and tugged at the child's sleeve.

"My lord, are you mistaken, Ji Changsheng is the hunter of our village, he is an honest man, and he has never hurt anyone else!"

"Shut up, you old thing, poor mountains and bad waters! You people are not good things!"

There was a deep sense of fear in the crowd, mixed with the low sobs of children and women.

As the sun set, the mist rose, piercing the sky with the first rays of blood. The crying and shouting were heartbreaking, and the fire in the stockade was blazing.

"No, you brutes!" came the screams of her mother's depleted voice.

There was a flash of white light in front of him, and finally he saw his mother open her arms to protect him.

A sharp pain came, and Yutian lost consciousness and collapsed in a pool of blood.

The woman had a long knife in her back, which pierced through her and pierced her son.

The woman's eyes were full of unwillingness and sorrow, and she didn't blink to death!