The vast land of China is not strange.

Chapter 1: Liang Shanbo

The sky was overcast and dark, the cool wind was blowing, and a few house swallows chirped and crossed the flight arc back to the nest under the eaves. The breeze lifted the long hair behind the head, and the cool moisture permeated the whole body, as if water droplets splashed on the cheeks, the coolness invaded the body, and the floating spirit gradually returned to the space of thought.

"Wow, it's going to rain, hurry up and collect your clothes!"

The young man with a delicate face hurriedly finished his contemplation and hurriedly packed up his clothes in the courtyard. The season has passed the beginning of summer, and the rainy season has arrived. A stunning brilliance was cut through the gloomy sky, rumbling thunder covered the mountain village, and the first drop of rain splashed on the jujube trees, and the rain curtain gradually became a series of pieces, overflowing the heavens and the earth...... Moisture surges.

The courtyard door was pushed open in the rain, and a woman in a silk robe stepped into the courtyard, wrapped tightly around a bag under her armpit. Because of the careful protection, the burden was not soaked by the rain in the slightest, but her entire sleeve was completely wet.

"Mother, you're back. The handsome young man hurriedly opened the door and took the woman into the house.

"Yes, I rushed to the market today, I didn't want it to rain heavily, but fortunately I met your Aunt Zhang, and she gave me a coat...... My son, when you grow up, remember to repay your kindness. The woman kicked the mud off her shoes and entered the house, where she took off her cloak and revealed the characteristic image of a village woman. She looked at the young man in front of her, her eyes inadvertently revealing a radiance of love.

"I remembered. The young man's eyes twinkled with intelligence, and he nodded in agreement.

"My son has ambitions, but I am happy. I've made you a gown, try to fit it or not?" looked at the sensible heir, a smug smile appeared on the woman's cheeks, as if the wrinkles accumulated by half a lifetime of honor and disgrace and hard work between the temples had also faded a lot.

"Mother, I can still wear the clothes on my body, why do you make clothes for me again?"

Glancing at the woman's gown from the bag, the young man was not very nostalgic. Young people have the seeds of learning in their hearts, and they are not keen on the enjoyment of luxurious clothing, and the food and clothing are sufficient.

"My son is diligent and studious, knowledgeable and motivated, but soon you will go to the academy to study, no matter what, you have to have a decent shirt, take it quickly, my mother can still handle it now, I don't care about this long shirt and pants......"

The simple temperament unique to the mountain village farmer, and the unique contentment and warmth of the mother in the world...... Just because the heirs of the family were knowledgeable and progressive, the woman sold her livestock, ordered a long shirt for the students, bought an oil umbrella, and asked someone to copy a copy of the Tao Te Ching...... In a light life, the woman has no complaints or regrets, and only wishes that her heirs will be safe in their hometown and apply what they have learned.

"Hongluoshan Academy ......"

The young man's eyes were cast through the window on the jujube trees in the courtyard, and the rain drenched the jujube trees, as if they had washed away the lead and dust, and the leaves were even more verdant, and the petals had withered, and the dates were growing.

With a delicate face and a gentle temperament, the young man does not have the stubborn posture of a child in a mountain village, he is knowledgeable and courteous, and has a bright mind. In the hazy fantasy, he longed for a full stomach of economy, familiar with the four classics and five books, read through 10,000 volumes, and enrich the spiritual connotation...... However, he didn't know that it was precisely because he was so enthusiastic about learning that in the eyes of many young people in mountain villages, he lacked a trace of "lively spirituality" - maybe vaguely muna, maybe the slightest dullness, but this was his unique bookish temperament!

Thump...... A dull sound woke the young man, and in the pupils of his eyes, there was still a trail of a black shadow void streaked across the rain curtain.

"What is it?"

The young man turned back from his mental fantasy again, he turned and picked up his robe, opened the door, and walked curiously into the rain.

The wind is louder and the rain is heavier...... The rainy season has arrived early, and the rain is pouring down.

Stepping on the muddy rain, the young man slipped step by step into the backyard, and in his sense, the sudden sound came from the backyard. But the whole backyard was empty, except for two rows of crooked footprints leading to the firewood room.

There are thieves in the house!

The young man was startled, he stared at the footprints that led to the two lines leading to the firewood room, and his heart beat slightly agitated--the first time in his life that he had encountered a vicious thief, and he felt a sense of weakness in his heart, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Lightning swept across the sky, thunder exploded in the air, and the young man was suddenly startled, and his whole body trembled...... The next moment, a strong curiosity filled his heart—what does a thief look like? What did he steal from the firewood room?

Under the cover of the qi of heaven and earth, the young man was blinded by some mind, and he did not realize at all how the thief in the firewood room came to his backyard? There were no traces of footsteps around, and the figure that had flown sideways in the young man's sight before, such a sign already showed that if the thief really entered the firewood room, how could this thief be simple?

In the corner, the young man picked up a stick, and he walked slowly towards the woodroom...... His heart was beating chaotically, the sweat on his forehead was cold, and the rain was pouring down on his coat and leaving it in bunches...... The wind and rain were silent, and the closed door slowly dilated in the pupils of his eyes.

Gently raised his feet, quietly walked, and finally approached the firewood house...... The young man's cheeks tightened, his expression nervous, and his palms were dripping with sweat. However, through the cracks in the door, he did not see the thief.

Slightly puzzled, the young man boldly pushed open the door, but his right hand, holding the club, was clenched more tightly. Looking up, there were no foreign thieves in the firewood room, except for the weeds and firewood...... The young man was confused.

Suddenly, a slight strange sound reached the young man's ears, and the weeds in the corner of the wall also trembled. The young man's eyes jumped, and his eyes were fixed on the thick pile of weeds, under which the thieves were hiding!

Time flowed in silence, and a quarter of an hour passed, and the young man did not see any other movement in the weeds...... Finally, he reached for the stick in his hand and slowly picked at the corner of the weed.

Wow, what a delicate face, clear eyebrows, and a face like condensation, what a young man.

Picking up the weeds, it was a young man who came into the sight of the young man...... He was about fourteen years old, and his countenance was still a little immature, except that his entire cheeks and forehead were covered with frost. The frost is crystal clear, containing a blue chill. The boy's whole body trembled, but he pursed his lips stubbornly, clenched his teeth, and his open eyes radiated a strange brilliance.

A handsome young man, the young man naturally could not associate him with the most vicious thief, the young man put away the stick in his hand, and the nervous heartbeat quickly calmed down. He squatted down, looked curiously at the young man buried in the weeds, and beckoned, "Who are you, my name is Liang Shanbo." ”

The young man stared at Liang Shanbo closely, and his pupils seemed to be filled with a cold chill, which made Liang Shanbo feel cold all over his body...... Ten breaths, twenty breaths, wordless gaze, slowly gave birth to an eerie atmosphere in the air. It wasn't until Liang Shanbo felt that his whole body was unnatural that the young man opened his teeth, and a cold current was the first to spit out of his mouth, saying, "May Day." ”

Ah, Liang Shanbo's body tightened, and sweat broke out on his back...... Now that the season has passed the early summer, there is no reason why someone would be so cold that their whole body shiveres and almost freezes their bodies?

"May Day, you wait for ......"

Liang Shanbo was kind by nature, and when he saw that the young man had suffered greatly, he suddenly felt compassion. He turned and walked out of the wood-chamber, where he was going to get some clothes and food to keep the boy away.

Seeing Liang Shanbo leave in a hurry, the young man's pair of pupils gradually radiated a faint blue light, the cold poison in his body was raging, his skin and body were completely covered with a layer of frost, and a pair of arms were crystal clear...... He closed his eyes, his mind was confused, his mind was disordered, sometimes awake and sometimes blurred.

Curled up, he hid in the weeds and shivered, the thick weeds could not give him the slightest warmth...... The free essence in the air was inhaled into his body, but he exhaled a cold air current—the wood room was filled with gloomy sound.

His eyes opened slightly, and in the young man's sight, Liang Shanbo, who had gone and returned, pushed a pile of clothes to himself, his face anxious and slightly worried...... The young man closed his eyes and shielded Liang Shanbo out. Trembling his body, he endured the cold poison in his loneliness.

Time passed quietly, and it was night, and darkness enveloped the entire firewood room. Outside the firewood room, the heavy rain did not decrease at all, and from time to time a brilliant lightning bolt swept through the night.

The young man felt something strange, he opened his eyes, and Liang Shanbo, who was dressed in a robe, walked into the firewood room with a lantern in his right hand and a wooden basket in the crook of his left arm...... Liang Shanbo put down the wooden basket and brought out a bowl of steaming somen noodles from it.

The young man's gaze was fixed on Liang Shanbo's cheek - an unpretentious young man from a mountain village, with a clean, refreshing face.

The next moment, the boy closed his eyes again, and darkness once again swept over his entire sensory world.