Eight thousand mountains. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The mountains are scattered on the earth, the thousands of peaks are showing, the **** is endless, and as far as the eye can see, the boundless seems to be connected with the sky.

Ninety percent of the eight thousand mountains are Luo Wu people, and legend has it that since the two emperors of Yan and Huang, there is a shadow of the existence of Luo Wu people.

Thousands of years ago, the Central Plains War, wolf smoke everywhere, almost wiped out the Luo Wu people moved to the 8,000 mountains to multiply. Most of them do not have contact with the outside world, and do not covet the glitz and splendor of the Central Plains, but just silently cultivate in the mountains, enjoying everything that God has given them. Simple, kind, and brave are the accurate character portrayals of Luo Wu people.

The difference between the Luo Wu people and the four major dynasties of the Central Plains is that they sneered at the three schools of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, disrespected Rulai, did not worship the three immortals, and did not believe in the Jade Emperor. The Luo Wu people have their own beliefs, have their own gods in their hearts, they believe that it was the god of grain who created the heavens and the earth and gave them food, and the messenger sent by the god of grain to the world is the legendary son of God - Lord Shiraishi.

A tall mountain stands tall and looks down on the mountains, and in the middle of this peak, there are several stone caves scattered throughout the mountainside.

The stone caves are made of tens of thousands of catties of thousand-year-old granite, and the vast and huge project is even more magnificent in the depths of the mountain. Although it is artificially made, there is no half of deliberate rigidity, each stone has been carved to smooth the edges and corners, and there is no slightest gap in the joint, so that each stone cave looks natural. On the exposed stone wall, carved with all kinds of totems, there are monkeys, tigers, dragons, rats, oxen, and even a few wine pot patterns, each totem has been exposed to the wind and sun for hundreds of years, and the background color has become pitch black, which looks ancient and vicissitudes.

And Hua Wuyan is lying on a bamboo bed in a stone cave at this moment.

Hua Wuyan has fainted for a day and a night.

He slept for so long, not only because of that sharp hand knife, but also because he witnessed the pain of losing his teacher. In the most difficult moments, people always subconsciously hide themselves, whether it is to cover their ears and steal the bell, or to deceive themselves, human nature is like this.

Hua Wuyan's middle finger moved slightly, slowly opened his eyes, and dimly, he saw a pair of dark eyes flashing less than a finger away from his face.

What the heck!

Hua Wuyan, whose head was still dizzy, was startled! I thought that I had entered the Yama Hall and met demons and monsters.

It doesn't matter if he "jumps", he and the owner of the eyes are too close, and with a "bang", the two heads hit each other straight.

In an instant, poor Hua Wuyan only felt as if his head had touched some hard iron object, and the slight difference was that the iron tool still had a trace of body temperature on it.

The hapless guy fainted again......

He had a dream.

I dreamed that I had returned to my childhood, when he had not been struck by lightning, he was still a stupid boy, with two big snots running down his mouth; Brother Da Chun still didn't know how to practice martial arts, so he ran around with his back; Niuniu's front teeth didn't grow out, and he smirked at himself; Master E was still full of swearing, and he shouted so loudly that the whole village could hear it; Master Du's back was not so bent, and he always stood straight every time he taught himself to practice calligraphy.

This is Hua Wuyan's happiest years, and it is also the years he misses the most.

What a dream.

It's a pity that a dream is just a dream after all, and there is always a time to wake up.

Hua Wuyan, who had been in a coma for half an hour again, opened his eyes and did not see those dark eyes again. As far as the eye can see, I can see the stone wall above my head that is as smooth as jade, carved with various complex patterns, and the palm of my hand is cold, like a wooden bed made of bamboo, and between my mouth and nose, I breathe and breathe, and the fresh fragrance of plants and trees is particularly familiar.

Hua Wuyan was stunned for a while. The heart said: "Still in a dream?"

A clear, beautiful voice came into his ears.

It's just that although the voice of the person who spoke was sweet and crisp, Hua Wuyan couldn't understand a word, even if he was proficient in the rough and hard dialect of Beilin, the awkward Shu language, and the ancient Yunnan dialect that he had just learned, the woman's words were still heard in a foggy manner, and her words were stiff and stiff, not as euphemistic and mellow as the people from the Central Plains.

Hua Wuyan followed the prestige, and saw a slender girl standing in the room.

The girl is about sixteen or seventeen years old, her hair is only ear-length, her beautiful facial features seem to have been carefully carved by God, her willow eyebrows are like a crescent moon, and her white teeth are matched with red lips. Her dress is very different from that of the Central Plains woman, her whole body is just wrapped in a leather coat, which tightly wraps her torso, and her already slender waist seems to be in her hands. His limbs were bare, his hands and feet were long, and he was bronzed with the same skin color as his face.

The girl stood there like a wild little female leopard.

Hua Wuyan looked at the girl she had never met, and asked blankly, "Who are you? Why am I here?"

The girl was full of joy, took a long step, stepped to the side of the smokeless bed in two steps, squatted down, and said a long list of words that he did not understand.

Hua Wuyan frowned, and said in the purest official language: "Can you understand my words?"

The girl blinked, smiled brightly, and nodded violently, meaning to understand.

Hua Wuyan asked word by word, "You saved me?"

The girl shook her head, and then began to crackle again, saying something that Hua Wuyan didn't understand.

Hua Wuyan waved her hand to stop, thought for a moment, and asked, "Who brought me here?"

The girl smiled, and as she spoke, she made a series of difficult astronomy floats.

Hua Wuyan was gone, his head was crooked, and his efforts were no longer in vain, analyzing the ins and outs before he fainted.

Master Du died, and he was caught by the four brothers of the Yu family, no matter how you look at it, it is a dead end, I am afraid that Master E will not be able to save himself from the hands of the four brothers when he arrives. And among the people I know, the only one who has this skill is probably the old monk who was seriously injured in the Shentuo Temple with a snap of his fingers, but he doesn't have such a deep friendship with the old monk, and he won't let him come all the way to rescue him.

Who could it be?

Thinking about it, Hua Wuyan still didn't have a clue, thinking of Master Du's death, his heart was like a knife, and tears of indisputability came out of his eyes again.

The girl who was still chattering suddenly quieted down, took out a rough linen cloth out of nowhere, gently wiped it in the corner of Hua Wuyan's eyes, and comforted her softly.

"I saved you. ”

A sonorous voice came.

Hua Wuyan looked at the door, and a swarthy man like a hunter stood there, with a strong body, not tall, half a head shorter than the tall girl, he was Tuoba Baishi who was killing in the Jade Sword Gate.

Hua Wuyan looked at him carefully, and he didn't know him, but the other party rescued him from the tiger's mouth, and he quickly sat up, clenched his fists and said sincerely: "Thank you seniors for rescuing." ”

Tuoba Baishi hummed heavily, and accepted Hua Wuyan's thanks, but his expression was cold, and his stiff facial features were matched with a black charcoal-like complexion, like a coffin board used for the dead in Loujia Village.

Hua Wuyan's mind is lively, and he has experienced so many ups and downs, and he has a certain degree of popularity in knowing people, knowing that this person is probably a cold-faced and hot-hearted person, and he doesn't care about his indifferent words. He thanked him again and asked, "Thank you for saving me, I don't know the name of Engong yet, and I hope to tell you one or two, so that I can repay Engong for saving his life in the future." ”

The coffin-faced man frowned thickly, as if he hated his biting words, and replied coldly: "Tuoba Baishi." ”

Even if there was no Hua Wuyan's inquiry, the girl next to her also popped out a few words enthusiastically, as if it was her name, which sounded a bit like "Bao Chuyin" in Hua Wuyan's ears.

Hua Wuyan didn't snub her, so she could only respond with an embarrassed smile.

Tuoba Baishi said gloomily: "In the future, you will live here." ”

"Thank you. Hua Wuyan thought about it, anyway, there was nowhere else to go now, so he had to settle down here and plan his future plans.

Of course, revenge is the first priority, but now his strength is too weak to have the slightest possibility. The Jade Sword Gate, as well as the uncle who was in charge of the Donghua Dynasty, are all mountains out of reach, and it is too early to take revenge.

Tuoba Baishi pointed outside and said in a deep voice: "Dujiujiang, at the foot of the mountain." ”

Hua Wuyan was surprised and delighted! Hurriedly asked, "My master is still alive?!"

It's a pity that Tuoba Baishi's answer was like a basin of cold water poured on his head: "Buried at the foot of the mountain." ”

Hua Wuyan smiled bitterly.

Yes, how could he still be alive in the world when he saw his master die with his own eyes? Even if there are rumors that the six realms of reincarnation are invisible, they only exist in the books of immortals and demons.

Dead and resurrected, immortal?

In Hua Wuyan's view, it is to deceive others and deceive himself.

......

......

The grave mounds in Dujiujiang are not difficult to find, and the newly renovated loess is obviously darker than the land next to it. Hua Wuyan saw that the master's yin house was a little shabby, and added some soil to put it on, which looked more solemn. But no matter how tall the earthen bag is, it is still an earthen bag after all, and it is really not worth mentioning compared with the majestic mausoleum carefully carved by the emperor and general.

Hua Wuyan knelt in front of the loess mound, slowly stroked the top layer of floating soil with his hand, and said softly: "Master, you raised me since I was a child, but I didn't let you live a good life, and the second egg is not filial." In the past, I always plucked your beard, and when I got below, I plucked one of you and returned two of you, but this time, the second egg will never be bad. ”

"I know that you loved to eat the pheasants I roasted when you were alive, and I will hunt a few roasts for you to eat in a while, rest assured, this time it will definitely not be so salty." In fact, in the past, I was afraid that you and Master E would rob it, so I deliberately sprinkled some more salt on it, and when I deceived your second elder, Niuniu and I washed the salt with water. I knew it earlier, and I honored you, and it won't be that you won't enjoy the blessings until you die. After Hua Wuyan, who kept sobbing, finished speaking, a miserable wry smile appeared on his face.

Hua Wuyan patted the grave with his hand a little neatly, and muttered in a low voice: "Wisdom and strategy, each has its own description, or round or square, or yin or yang, the sage seeks to be in the yin so it is called 'God', and it is said to be 'Ming' because of the yang.

Therefore, if you are quiet and solid, and God returns to her home, then the power will be prosperous, and the power will be prosperous, and the inner will be strong, and the inner will be strong, and then it will not be.

It is a saint who dwells between heaven and earth, stands up, resists, teaches, raises his voice, and is famous. ”

After reading these difficult words, Hua Wuyan shook his head and said with a show: "Master, those you have taught since childhood, the second egg remembers them, and I used to say that I couldn't memorize them, so I was amusing you." Your apprentice is so smart, how can you memorize it, in fact, I just want to see the way you blow your beard and stare at you, hehe, you are old-fashioned, you won't use your dreams to kick the second egg. ”

Hua Wuyan went to find a wooden sign, borrowed a knife from the black charcoal girl, sharpened it squarely, and engraved on it: "The pen regrets the five mountains, and the poem is laughing at Jiujiang." ”

Hua Wuyan smiled: "Master, what's the matter, can these two sentences fool people? ”

On the front of the wooden plaque, it is engraved: "The tomb of Jiujiang, the disciples of the unscrupulous flowers stand without smoke and weeping." ”

A pinch of loess.

A wooden plaque.

Coupled with the inconspicuous little earthen bag, this is the resting place of a generation of emperors.