Landscapes, something that poets often refer to. In the poem, there is nothing to do.

The winter river is particularly clear. Snowflakes fall, year after year.

I don't know how many years ago.

After the loneliness of the whole winter, I watched the ice and snow melt and the warmth of the revival of everything was coming. The diligent man stopped in the snowy wasteland, and stretched out his hand to wrap himself in a heavy robe, the thick garment he had made. In the process of skinning and collecting blood from the fierce beast, this man with stubble and a face full of vicissitudes was a little dazed and unbearable, he didn't know why he was like this, and then he realized it later, and he felt unbearable.

In this day and age, it's really not easy to survive. I can't practice like those who have already opened the "spiritual wisdom" to strengthen my body, so I can only look for those hungry beasts in this deserted snowfield, and use the family firewood knife I took before the trip to disembowel them.

Natural selection, survival of the fittest. Brutal facts.

The man pressed the felt hat on his head, and in addition to the fluff and snowflakes on the hat, there was also the warm sun that slowly revealed the sky, the white that illuminated all the sight, and the snowflakes that were still falling. The man smiled, his chapped lips without a trace of blood because he hadn't drunk water for a long time. He was oblivious to the status quo of his lips, because he was used to it. Living in such a place is not about the environment adapting to people, but about people who take the initiative to adapt to the environment.

He saw the snow glittering in the sunlight, and the man squinted his eyes and had a smile on his face.

Feeling the temperature of the sun, it seems that he is not far from himself, so when he finishes everything and walks all over the snowfield, when he goes back, the family should be almost born, right?

The man smiled, wrapped himself in his clothes, and took a step, pushing away the snow and walking into the distance.

After a long journey, I will eventually be covered by heavy snow, but I remember all the roads I have walked.

The man with vicissitudes in his eyes, with a cold winter, walked all over the wasteland and was about to go home. Looking from behind him, this ordinary man is extremely chic.

A thousand autumns into the throat, only a glass of wine is missing.

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The people of the wasteland have built a number of villages in front of the warm southern continent, and the villages are built of simple branches, covered with the skins of the animals that each man hunts, and the skins are placed on the tips of the houses built into triangles, so that the snow will slide down this inclined arc, so that the melting snow will not leak into the house, and the temperature in the house can be maintained, and the bonfire in the house will burn strongly, and it will not work if it is not good, and it will not burn weakly. Among them, the women in the village are the best at the doorway. They are good at it and have become a strong backing for the men in the village, so the men in the village are very relieved to travel.

The man who had traveled all over the wasteland returned to the village, bringing with him a lot of supplies, piles of animal skins, and many bones that could be used to make bows and arrows, dried wax, etc., which had been cut by the man with a wood knife and roughened by the man

After processing, it gradually fills with flavor in the strong wind of the snowfield. Such a flavor can be preserved for a long time.

When he returned home, he didn't expect that his child had been born, and he was lying quietly in the warm little room at this time. The little one was made by the skillful and virtuous woman, and the appearance was very delicate and practical, so the people in the village said that this man had earned money and married such a good wife. When he heard those words, the man just smiled and touched the back of his head with a blush.

The beautiful woman was lying on it, and when she saw the man, her eyes turned red all of a sudden, and all the grievances and sadness that she didn't have time to vent came out, and tears rolled in her eyes. Her smart eyes were still clear even after becoming a mother, and these eyes were also those of the baby girl lying in the baby, but at this time, she had not yet opened her eyes.

The man walked to the side in distress and took the woman in his arms, eager to rub her into his body.

"Well, the kid is still sleeping. The woman whispered. She blushed as she had when she first got married.

The man smiled and looked tenderly at the baby who was lying inside. He suddenly had a sore nose, and for some reason, tears fell.

This is my child!

When the woman saw the man crying, she couldn't suppress her crying, so she covered her mouth so as not to wake up the baby who had finally fallen asleep.

After the calm.

The man carefully touched the baby's face, it was red, it looked healthy, it was good. He turned to look at the woman, smiled and asked, "Is the child a boy or a girl?"

The woman hesitated, then said apologetically, "It's a girl...... You're not disappointed, are you?" the woman looked cautiously at the man.

The man smiled, took the woman in his arms, and said with a smile: "Whether it is a man or a woman, as long as it is my child, I will treat her well and not let her suffer the slightest grievance." He looked at the woman and said, "Don't worry. ”

Although the people in the village put the boy first, it didn't have much effect on the man, and the boy could only go to the wasteland when he grew up, which was not safe, and the girl was okay and could stay at home, so that at least it was safer and not to worry about it.

Men have always been disdainful of traditions that are too old to be older.

The woman nodded, then asked, "The child hasn't chosen a name yet, can you give her a name?"

The man thought for a moment, and then said: "The child was born by you so hard, let's ignore those old rules, in this way, let's take it together, okay?"

The woman leaned on the man's arms, nodded, and said, "You came back from the snowy wasteland, well, you have a Sichuan character in your name, I think it's very good, you can use it......"

Listening to the woman babbling a lot, the man always smiled, without the slightest impatience.

Finally, the man smiled and looked down at the woman and asked, "Then have you figured out what to choose?"

The woman thought about it,

Then he smiled: "Dongchuan." What do you think of the name?" her eyes sparkled and her brow twitched, as if she was glad that she had come up with such a good name.

The man smiled, rubbed the stubble on his chin, looked at the baby who was sleeping quietly in Kozai, and muttered, "Dongchuan, what a good name." ”

The woman leaned on the man's arms, stretched out her hand, and carefully tucked the quilt on the child, "Dongchuan, you must grow up healthy in the future, be happy, don't be unhappy, you must find a good man like your father in the future, and live happily......"

The man was a little jealous and said, "If you have a marriage partner, you must take it home for me to see, if you don't pass the test, I won't agree." ”

"Then you are like this, how can the child get married in the future?"

"I don't care, this is my child, and I can't just give it to someone else. ”

"You're ...... Big fool, elm head, this is a child's business, you won't be able to take care of it when you get old in the future......"

“...... I don't care. ”

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At the foot of Zhenling Mountain.

Zhao Jingzhi suddenly fell backwards, startling Luo Mei. When Luo Mei was about to reach out to catch Zhao Jingzhi, she was suddenly blown by a gust of wind, and when she came back to her senses, she found that Zhao Jingzhi had been gently held in her arms by the young man in Mai who suddenly appeared on the battlefield, and he looked at her with a gentle face, as if he couldn't see enough.

Luo Mei looked at Lin Futian, the latter nodded, and then Luo Mei temporarily allowed this strange man to hold Zhao Jingzhi, but she was still a little uncomfortable.

Anyway, it's the first time we've met, isn't that a little too fast?

The battlefield had been cleared, and Lin Futian sighed as he looked at the stiff corpses on the ground that were alive before.

Sometimes, right and wrong are really not that simple, and killing people is never such a happy thing, no matter what noble the reason.

glanced at Murong Qingshan and Shao Li in the distance, and it seemed that they still didn't give up. But it doesn't matter now, if you don't enter the mountain now, you may lose a lot of "opportunities", and the dragons in the distance are not ordinary "momentum", vaguely covering the entire city.

Lin Futian looked at it and frowned.

The dragon in the past, but there has never been such a down-and-out and humiliating time, in that era when everything is seeking "life", the dragon clan, magnificent as a big hanging in the air, stabbing the rest of the world is difficult to open their eyes, on the avenue, only the dragon clan is far ahead, they are in a state of mind, like a divine beast in the divine domain, full of gods.

Nangong Qixi looked at Lin Futian and seemed to ask him what to do now. Lin Futian said: "Let's talk about it first." ”

The group turned to Zhenling Mountain.

Lin Futian pulled out the Moon Pot Sword, and the dark gold at the tip of the sword was lightly dotted in the air, and a little golden light "small grain" appeared in the air, and then slowly opened, forming a huge golden light curtain, enveloping Lin Futian and them in it.

Distance

Murong Qingshan and Shao Li were beyond words, and the shock in their hearts was beyond words.

The golden curtain of light is like a door separating the two worlds, opening the door, it is another world, closing the door, and it is the current world.

The meaning can only be understood, not spoken.

After a long time, the light curtain disappeared, and Murong Qingshan and Shao Li glanced at each other, they didn't know what they had missed, but they could clearly know that they seemed to have missed everything.

As the two were about to leave, a crazy young man ran out of the dense forest, crying and laughing, not knowing what was stimulated. Murong Qingshan glanced back, then turned his head with a sly smile.

He has seen a lot of such fools.

After Murong Qingshan and Shao Li walked far away.

Qi Xiangqi stood quietly in place, then lifted his sleeves, sat down slowly, crossed his knees on the ground, he took out a piece of drawing paper from his sleeve and spread it on the ground.

He stared at the blank piece of paper, then took out a paintbrush from his other sleeve, and instead of looking at the Zhenling Mountain that he had always wanted to take a closer look at, he now wrote two lines of words in the lower right corner of the scroll.

One line is: Qianqiu into the throat.

The other line is: just one glass of wine is missing.

After writing these two sentences, the famous strange painter in Luoxia City looked at his own writing with satisfaction, and then looked up at the majestic mountain in front of him.

After reading it for I don't know how long, the young man suddenly laughed and said, "These two sentences are really well written." ”

After that, he just buried himself in painting, sometimes laughing, sometimes crying.

Sure enough, it's a weirdo.

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Inside the Zhenling Mountain.

As soon as Lin Futian and his party entered, they saw the yellow-haired monk with his hands folded.

"No Zen" looked a little strange.

When did all the monks become like this?

And the yellow-haired monk he had seen before was obviously a little strange, and he didn't seem to expect that it would be these people who came in. He smiled, "But there are demons at work after you?"

Luo Mei suddenly spoke: "Are you talking about the black-clothed people who sit on dragons? If there are demons who are doing it, it must be them, and there is no one else but them." ”

The yellow-haired monk nodded, smiling kindly.

Lin Futian glanced at the golden lotus on the ground, thoughtful. He looked at the yellow-haired monk, and it just so happened that the other party was also looking at Lin Futian. The yellow-haired monk smiled, "Don't worry, the poor monk has no malice, this trip down the mountain, in addition to appreciating the magnificence and beauty of heaven and earth, but also to get rid of demons for the people of the world, whether it is a person of the devil's way, or ...... The demons in people's hearts. The yellow-haired monk accentuated his tone on the last two words, and looked at Lin Futian with a smile.

Nangong Qixi looked at Lin Futian, holding a folding fan.

Lin Fu was speechless and said, "In that case, how have you done?"

The yellow-haired monk clasped his hands together, as if he was a little ashamed, "The poor monk has traveled all over the mountains and rivers, and has seen many beautiful scenery that he has never seen, so he is ashamed to say that he has not yet started to eliminate demons

Do it. After finishing speaking, the golden lotus on the ground suddenly disappeared, and Lin Futian raised his eyebrows, and then looked at the yellow-haired monk.

He walked slowly towards the entrance, which was also the junction of the exit, without looking back.

Luo Mei wondered, "Where are you going?"

"Exorcism. ”

The yellow-haired monk had already stepped out of the boundary of Zhenling Mountain with one foot, and turned around and smiled.