Northwest Hubei Province, an unknown mountain range. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

A peak in the mountains, at the bottom of which there is a winding and rugged ridged path leading to the top of the mountain, and on the path covered with rocks and weeds, a young man is stepping up to the top of the mountain.

The boy was not tall and a little thin. The blazing eyes were like a scanner, scanning some flowers, stones, birds, beasts, and thorns and trees on both sides of the road from time to time along the way, as if they were looking for something.

A gust of wind blew, and from time to time a few yellowing dead leaves fell from the woods.

The trees in the mountains and forests swayed sharply under the force of the wind, and all the branches and leaves on the whole mountain range whined and whined under the rhythm of the wind.

It sounds like the branches and leaves moaning under the spur of the wind, and it looks like a beautiful performance specially arranged by God for the boy who is climbing to the top of the mountain, and there is an inscrutable melody in the performance.

Accompanied by the irregular howling of the wind and the melodies intertwined with the crisp and melodious sounds of birds, the boy finally reached the top of a mountain.

The boy stood on a boulder at the top of the mountain, under a thick green pine, slowly closed his eyes, slowly stretched out his arms, and felt the wind howling on his back, breathing in a fresh and pleasant breath.

Everything is so easy, so beautiful, so natural.

In the heart of the young man, he is now like a thriving green pine, on the stone cliff on the top of the mountain, he is integrated with the entire mountain range, and he is integrated with all things around him, being the most primitive, simplest and most harmonious part.

The boy's surname was Fan, and his name was Qingsong.

The name was chosen by his parents, although it was nothing special, at least Fan Qingsong didn't feel bad.

Heavy snow presses down on the green pines, and the green pines are straight and straight. You must know that the pine is high and clean, and wait until the snow melts. This poem has always been Fan Qingsong's life motto, hoping that he has the noble and pure spiritual quality of Qingsong.

Fan Qingsong usually likes to climb mountains, I don't know when I like the feeling of walking alone in the green jungle, enjoying the faint fresh breath, and I will also think that I can find some hidden things in the mountains, jungles, and mountain rocks, maybe strange stones, or some kind of flowers, birds, and beasts, in short, I just want to find something valuable in the mountains that I can't touch in life.

People have three urgencies.

After feeling the beauty of nature on the top of the mountain for a while, Fan Qingsong began to feel the urge to urinate, jumped down from the boulder under his feet, and found a place next to him that he thought was suitable for peeing and began to boo.

Perhaps because he drank a large bottle of mineral water after climbing to the top of the mountain, Fan Qingsong's soak of urine was really a lot, and he deliberately aimed at a crack in a cyan rock under his feet on the empty mountaintop.

Woo...... Woo......

The wind was still howling, and the whistling wind was mixed with some inexplicable mockery.

There were a few more inexplicable clouds above the sky, and the sun seemed to be preparing to hide in the depths of the clouds, as if he didn't care to see this scene at this moment.

After Fan Qingsong finished urinating, he closed the zipper on his pants, lowered his head, and inadvertently locked his eyes on the inch-wide gap on the bluestone that his urine had just hit. The scanner-like eyes widened, as if something suspicious and wonderful had been scanned, and the scanner-like eyes began to run at high speed at this moment, emitting an efficient light, illuminating everything in front of them, staring at the bluestone gap under his feet.

The sky above the mountain peak, the sun has completely hidden in a slowly darkening cloud at this moment, and the wind on the top of the mountain has also stopped the wind direction at this moment, condensing into a static arc wind array, everything seems to have stopped with Fan Qingsong's eyes, waiting for the next moment...

The bluestone crack after the urine impact revealed a small piece of black glowing metal with rust marks in the dirt between the urine and the rock.

At this moment, Fan Qingsong's heart began a fast-paced heartbeat without warning. At this moment, maybe the idea that has been cranky in my mind is right, or maybe something of value will appear at this moment.

Fan Qingsong slowly kicked down excitedly, casually folded a branch the thickness of a little thumb, and stirred the dirt around the small black glowing metal body, and slowly the soil scattered under the provocation of the branch, revealing a metal body like a sword hilt.

"It's supposed to be a sword, but the engraving on the hilt is a bit weird. ”

Since this sword has been here for a long time, and it is hidden in a crevice in the rock, then this sword should be valuable. Fan Qingsong thought of a news reported in the newspaper not long ago: the farmer inadvertently dug up two bronze swords from the **** period in the field. There are many similar news, Fan Qingsong thought of this, and his heart was a little sad and excited at the moment.

"Maybe this sword is the traces left by a certain era in history, but how can this sword appear on the top of this deserted mountain, and it is inserted in the hard bluestone, is it done by man, if it is the so-called manpower, I am afraid it is a little unscientific, could it be that it flew from the sky and was inserted here? It is not scientific, at least Fan Qingsong's simple logical thinking does not conform to scientific common sense. "The best explanation is that the sword should have some value, that's for sure.

Regardless of that, pulling this sword up to see what is going on, Fan Qingsong held the hilt of the sword and was about to try to pull the sword out of the gap.

What Fan Qingsong didn't notice at this moment was that the moment he held the hilt of the sword with his hand, the sun, clouds, and wind in the sky had begun to brew a kind of fantasy fusion, the sun began to become dim, the black clouds rolled in, and the wind began to whirl and roar.

With a strong pull, the sword body finally pulled out more than half of it. Fan Qingsong found that the black and shiny sword had a mark on the body that was even more strange than the hilt, and thought that this sword should have a great and magical value in a sense. Under the influence of curiosity, the branch in his right hand also began to stir quickly at the gap, and his left hand pulled the sword in the stone crack even harder.

Soon, there was still an inch of sword tip left in the bluestone gap, Fan Qingsong's nervous and strained expression finally dissipated, and his face showed an indescribable comfort.

Part of this comfort comes from the persistence in the heart, and I have often run into the mountains alone, although I didn't find anything valuable, but it is also a way to exercise my body and cultivate my sentiments, so every time I feel hearty.

In contrast, this time it was different, this time a sword was found, at least something tangible was found, something of a certain value.

At the moment when the jet-black sword body completely exposed the bluestone crack and appeared completely on Fan Qingsong's hand, in an instant, above the nine heavens, the top of the black clouds, the swirling wind, began to brew a huge vortex of lightning and fire that was strange and impermanent. There was a loud bang in the whirlpool, and a streamer of light struck towards the mountain peak where Fan Qingsong was, and the blue light grid woven by dense lightning instantly shrouded Fan Qingsong's head, and a thunderbolt with a thick arm took the lead and fell on the sword in Fan Qingsong's hand...