After walking for half a morning, Lingwa came to the foot of the North Mountain again. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Seeing that the firewood that was placed behind the mountain temple last night was still there, I was steady, and I wanted to pick up a little more today.

The main thing is to see Uncle Cripple and give him ducks, as long as he is happy, he can teach me kung fu. So I didn't take a breath and went straight up the mountain.

When I walked to the fork of a mountain, I saw a few big men sitting on the ground crying at the bottom of a cliff in the distance? I wondered, what are you crying early in the morning? How can you bury the dead so early? Bury the dead, and there must be many people present, where are there only a few people?

He didn't care about them, thinking that it was none of my business to be a child, so he better stay away from them;

Running over, maybe it's the bad guys, and the duck in my arms is theirs. didn't dare to look twice, and continued to bury his head up the mountain.

At this time, it seemed that someone over there also saw him, and someone was waving at him, and shouted, "Child, child, come here, come here!" Lingwa was even more frightened, thinking that she was not here to rob me of something, right?

"There's a ghost, come down, there's a ghost on the mountain!

The man continued to scream. Ling Wali ignored them, thinking, "Are you ghosts?" Everyone here hates me and bullies me, so where is anyone who treats me well?

Halfway up the hill, I saw that no one was chasing after me, so I slowed down, and then looked down the mountain, only to see those few figures, in a circle, as if there was a person lying in the middle?

After climbing for nearly two hours, I finally reached the top of the mountain.

Seeing that everything in front of me is similar to yesterday, surrounded by barren grass, dwarf and miscellaneous trees, I can look up at the distant mountains, but I can't see the near distance, a path I cut yesterday, the traces are still fresh, but I don't see the lame uncle?

Lingwa held her clothes with one hand and wiped the sweat off her body with the other, but she didn't wear a shirt, only a worn vest worn by an adult, and went up the mountain shirtless.

I wondered in my heart, why didn't I see anyone? Say goodbye today?

He wanted to scream, but when he saw the barren mountains and ravines in front of him, he was afraid that if he alarmed the tiger or lion, his life would be over.

I have no choice but to wait, where can I find the barren mountains and mountains?

He put the clothes wrapped in ducks on a large rock, untied the bag from his shoulder, took out his machete, walked to the place where he had chopped wood yesterday, and continued to chop.

Hey, hey, hey, one, two, three, cut down one and pull it out and put it aside, leaving a path in the middle. I ate enough last night, and today I am full of energy, Lingwa cut fast, and the small trees with thick wrists fell down one after another under his knife.

As he was chopping, he suddenly heard a voice from the pile of miscellaneous trees in front of him? I don't know what it was? I was scared and clenched the machete tightly in my hand. If you listen closely, it's the whirring snoring!

"Ah, somebody sleeping? Is it Uncle Cripple?"

He was shocked.

"Probably not, how could Uncle Cripple sleep in a pile of trees?

Thinking of this, I was scared again, "This mountain is high and dense, and there is no human figure in sight, it can't be some beast or tiger or something, right?"

I thought to myself, I still don't bother it, and quietly walk away, right? No wonder no one is coming to this North Mountain, if there is no danger, where is my turn to chop wood here?

Thinking of this, he took the machete, quietly retreated, walked back to the stone, quietly took back the clothes wrapped in the duck, held it in his arms, and continued to retreat up the mountain pass.

I hadn't gone far when I heard someone talking from behind me, first stretching his waist and then saying:

"Aha--this dead boy, it's almost noon, and he hasn't made it up the mountain yet?another liar, a little liar? it's all his M's liar-"

Then, he shouted "Phew!" again.

When Lingwa heard this, she immediately turned her worries into joy, turned around and climbed on the big rock and shouted:

"Uncle, uncle, I'm coming, I'm coming!"

When the words fell, I saw the woods in front of me shaking, a long gray hair, fluffy and messy, a few yellow leaves on his head, and a dark and wide old face, with an obvious knife mark emerging from the forest.

It's him, Uncle Cripple!

"Uncle, it's me, I'm here, here!"

"Oh, stinky boy, don't call me when you come!

The lame man glared at him, cursed as he stepped out of the bushes, and limped towards the spirit baby.

walked to Lingwa's side, didn't say a word, and stretched out a blackened dirty hand: "Bring it!"

Lingwa hurriedly gave him the clothes wrapped in ducks.

He took it and opened his clothes, and Lingwa looked excited, looking at him waiting for praise.

"I want a chicken! Why did you get a duck up? Cheng thought I'd be angry with me, didn't I?"

After speaking, he threw the spirit baby's clothes on the ground next to him, and only pinched the smooth duck in his hand, and suddenly the yellow duck was pinched and blackened!

Lingwa was dumbfounded, as if she was reminding herself that she had taken it wrong, as if she was talking about chickens yesterday!

"Come down, stand for me!"

The cripple commanded the Lingwa standing on the stone. Lingwa obediently came down from the stone.

"What do you think? You kid don't know chickens? This is a duck, and its mouth is like this, flat! The mouth of that chicken is pointy, don't you know?"

The cripple continued to roar as he fiddled with the duck.

"What do you see? I've never seen you as stupid!" he repeated.

Lingwa's heart was extremely gloomy, and she felt so wronged, thinking about how difficult it was for this thing to come? You lame man still picks and chooses, do you think my family is a rich man? If my family is a rich man, I can still go up the mountain to chop wood at such a young age, listen to your lesson?

I thought so in my heart, but where did I dare to say it! I just buried my head and stood silently, listening to the lame man's fall.

"Don't count, don't count!" The cripple held the duck in one hand and waved it in front of Lingwa with the other,

"Not this time, I'll give you another chance! Tomorrow-"

After speaking, he took a big bite on the duck, and after biting, he loosened his mouth, and suddenly raised his head and looked at Lingwa without blinking, as if he found something wrong?

"Nun--raw?"

"How do you eat it raw?

The cripple roared at the spirit baby, staring at the copper bell's eyes wide, and the elongated scar on his face became more and more terrifying.

"You kid is a beast when he is a beast, if he is a beast, can you still live until now? pig-"

Lingwa was frightened by the roar and retreated again and again, at a loss.

"Why don't you take it to the fire and cook it? Ben Shuai doesn't have breakfast yet? Why don't you hurry up?"

The lame man stretched the duck out in front of the spirit baby and commanded.

Lingwa took the duck tremblingly, and every roar of the lame man made him tremble. Think this cripple is simply a madman, I don't know what he will do in the next second?

I'm only seven or eight years old, I've never roasted a duck, I've never seen this rare thing, so how can I roast it?

"Are you deaf? Hurry up and don't you hear? It's almost noon, and you're starving to death -- believe it or not, I'm going to beat you-"

Seeing Lingwa standing in a daze, the lame man pointed to a pile of dead grass next to him, and shouted again.

Lingwa was scolded and moved her legs and walked to the pile of dead grass next to her. At this time, I really want to slip away, I think that when I was alone in Xishan before, the mountains were flat, step by step, and there were farms and farmlands not far away, and the mountains and rivers were beautiful, free, and I lived more freely than the gods every day.

Now that I have climbed to the North Mountain, I am really unlucky to meet a madman like you. But I can't go, I thought, go back today, say anything tomorrow, I won't come!

Lingwa squatted beside the haystack, holding the duck with both hands, a little scolded by the lame, she didn't dare to speak, she didn't know what to say?

"What am you doing with me?"

The cripple continued to scream.

Lingwa had to turn around, look up and down the mountain, on one side is the cliff, on the other side is the primitive wilderness, the lame man scolded, he was anxious like an ant in a hot pot, never shed tears, at this time only felt a little sour in the throat! Finally, he held back for a long time, and whispered out a word "fire?"

"There's no fire, you can't give birth?"

The lame man asked with a glare, as if he had found something rare. Lingwa nodded.

"I've never seen you so stupid! You're a pig, a little boar! Wild boars are smarter!"

The lame man scolded, stepped forward with his crutches, and shouted, "Look at it—"

After speaking, he picked up two stones on the ground, aimed at the dead grass and wiped it, only to see a firelight running to the grass, and another wipe, another firelight running to the grass, two or three times in a row, a pile of dry grass in front of him gradually rose up a light smoke, crackling and seeing the red flames, burning!

Lingwa's eyes widened, so amazing, so excited!

The depressed mood just now disappeared and suddenly brightened, and a smile appeared on the black face.

"There is fire everywhere -- such a simple thing, and you are taught by this handsome?! Do you say you are a pig?"

The lame man was unimpressed, threw away the stone, and deliberately asked.

Lingwa smiled and did not speak, but when she saw the flames, she became louder, so she picked up the duck and stretched it out on the fire to roast it. The roasting hand hurt, and then I remembered that I had to find two wooden sticks to support it.

glanced at the lame man, and was glad in his heart, fortunately his brain reacted quickly, otherwise he would have been scolded again.

"It's baked, call me!"

The lame man stood for a while, waited a little impatiently, and commanded!

"Don't steal it, you know? Children can't eat ducks, they don't grow up if they eat ducks!

After speaking, he turned around and wanted to rest on the grass next to him, and he didn't feel at ease when he took two steps:

"If you find that you are stealing food, you will not be spared by military law!

Lingwa didn't understand, looked at his fierce eyes, and nodded confusedly. Watching him slowly turn to the side and fall asleep again.

Burning is withered grass, not burning, the flame swept by, Lingwa carried the duck with both hands, chasing the flame, the black duck was burned by the flame, and the top and bottom were black.

Wearing old straw shoes, stepping on the freshly burned grass, I soon couldn't stand the burning, so I could only walk along the flames.

At this time, the mountain wind blew, and the flames began to spread to the surroundings against the wind, and the more they scattered, the dead grass on the ground soon burned out, and the surrounding shrubs began to crackle, and they were added by the flames, rolled up the leaves, and the smoke billowed, and flew up to the clouds.

Seeing that the fire was getting bigger and bigger, Lingwa felt that it was not fun, and it was too big, as if the main mountain was about to be ignited, and the smoke was like a dark cloud overhead, as if it was almost dark.

For a while, there were flames everywhere, and there was a crackling sound everywhere. And the lame man lay motionless on the side like a dead man, and the fire was about to roast him—

Lingwa couldn't help but shout:

"Uncle, uncle, no, no! Uncle, uncle, fire, fire—" and ran to the lame man with the charred duck.

The lame man was woken up by the spirit baby, opened his eyes, and shouted:

"Ah, fire?"

Then he quickly got up and ran, ran to the open space on the side, and looked at the flames that had burned dozens of square meters of dry grass, which had turned into a fire, and with the help of the wind, it was spreading to the west of the mountain, surrounded by a sea of fire, and the smoke was billowing out, unstoppable.

"You kid, you set fire to the mountain?ah--I'm done with you!"

The cripple pointed at the spirit baby, and suddenly scolded coldly.

"No, it's not—uncle! it ignited itself, and I'm roasting the duck, it ignited itself!" Lingwa was anxious to distinguish, and shook the black duck that was burning in her hand.

Seeing this, the lame man suddenly snatched it up, and shouted angrily:

"Why don't you go and put out the fire, do you want to burn this mountain down?"

Then a smoky roast duck aroma came to his face, he couldn't help it, took a bite of the duck, tore off a piece of duck meat and put it in his mouth, biting while biting, and stammered,

"It's not fast, go quickly-wait, wait--the army under the mountain arrives, you will die, die-"

Lingwa stood still, thinking, this overwhelming fire, now it is difficult for people to stand, I am a little child, how can I put out the fire? What can I put out the fire? The cripple is really crazy, and the madman says crazy things?

At this time, the mountain wind rose again, and the fire was burning, baking, baking, like the mighty tiger, the more it burned, the happier it became, and gradually surrounded the spirit baby!

The lame man urged Lingwa to put out the fire, and at the same time took a big bite on the duck meat!

"It's not cooked here! It's going to be baked again—it's scorched here, it's useless!"

Seeing that the fire was getting closer and closer to the two of them, the people who were starting to roast on the flames were uncomfortable, and the situation was critical.

But he seemed to remember another big thing, and suddenly asked Lingwa in a loud voice:

"Where's the wine?"

Lingwa looked at him with her mouth wide open in surprise as if she had been woken up by him!

"What about the wine I asked you to bring yesterday? How can you eat roast duck without wine?"

Then he put down the half-gnawed duck, held it in his hand, and sighed:

"Hey, dead boy, he just doesn't have a long memory, and he always loses everything he commands, and he doesn't take Ben Shuai seriously!

After saying that, he turned around angrily and left,

"If you don't listen to the old man, you'll be at a loss!

The fire was whitting, whitting, exhaling, and burning in circles, and the lame man took advantage of the fact that the fire had not yet been surrounded, and found a tree cage and bowed down and disappeared.

Lingwa instinctively wanted to follow him, but just wanted to get into the tree cage, the lame man pulled it out with a stick, and a tree-woven fence fell from the sky, blocking Lingwa, unable to pass, and could only watch the lame disappear into the forest in a blink of an eye-

The smoke and fire behind him, the moxibustion heat is unstoppable, he can't go back, he can't leave, Lingwa is crazy in a hurry, and there is a blood fire in front of her-

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