The boundless swamp is full of human-tall aquatic plants. An ancient road in Kusama stretches to the sky, and there are dense pools of water on the side of the road.

The sky was dark and cloudy, and there was no midday sun to be seen. A cold wind blew, and the two short figures on the ancient road trembled slightly.

These are two teenagers, about fourteen or fifteen years old.

The young man on the right is relatively strong, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a black shirt covered with blood, and shoulder-length black hair dancing in the wind. He had a firewood knife hanging from his waist and a girl on his back.

The girl's face was flushed, about eleven or twelve years old, her head rested on the back of the teenager, and she was already asleep.

The young man on the left is slightly smaller, with a white face and beautiful eyes, and is unusually handsome. A milky white silk shirt was elegant and comfortable, and her silky hair was tightly tied up by a white hosta, which was still not scattered in the wind. He also walks smoothly and impartially.

The black-shirted young man's name is He Wei, and he is the son of He Wangyuan, a woodcutter in Yuanlu Village. At this moment, he walked with heavy steps, and he couldn't help but think of what happened five days ago again.

It was the sixth day of the first month. He Wei took a firewood knife and rope early in the morning and went to the Divine Finger Peak with his father to chop wood.

Shenzhi Peak is one of the main peaks of the Roselle Mountains, this peak is thick and densely forested, only the peak mountain cliff stone is more and less trees, the name is called the finger head cliff. The Finger Cliff is steep and difficult to climb, but there are many treasures on the mountain. The fragrant wood that the father and son are looking for today is one of them, which is the best raw material for making incense in rich and noble families and famous temples and ancient temples.

The father and son climbed to the foot of the stone cliff and went their separate ways to find the fragrant wood.

He Wei just turned a big stone, and felt the bun in his arms and chewed it happily. After a few sips, he still felt uncomfortable, and drank the water in the gourd on his waist.

Recalling the wine stolen from Wendao's house the day before yesterday, He Wei silently recited the sentence, "That wine is so fucking delicious, but the bottle is too small!" ”

The boy looked around intently, and saw an old tree on the top of the cliff in the distance, with an occasional red light among the green leaves, shining in the early morning sun.

"This old tree bears fruit? Still ripe? "This old tree has grown on top of this cliff for as long as he can remember, but he has never seen it bloom in all these years, let alone bear fruit.

The mountains are bitter, and sweets and sweets are never seen. So every time I go up the mountain, I have to think of something to eat and go back to tease my sister.

The cliff was too steep for him to climb a section and it was difficult to continue, so he had to take out the rope around his waist, and his father tied a wooden stick to the end of the rope and threw it at the old tree.

Finally panting and climbing up the tree, He Wei couldn't wait to pick a fist-sized red fruit and stuff it into his mouth. "Juicy and tender, sour and sweet, I don't know what kind of fruit it is, but it tastes really good."

While he was eating happily, the surroundings suddenly became unusually quiet, and the originally harmonious bird calls and cicadas had all disappeared.

He Wei noticed something was wrong, looked around carefully, and found that the leaves that were originally moving with the wind were not moving at all. He opened his mouth to call his father, but found that he couldn't make any sound anyway. I wanted to shrink down from the tree, but I found that I couldn't move my body. Fear that he had never felt before weighed down on his heart, and the boy lay on the trunk of the tree, his mouth wide open.

Suddenly, the boy's eyes widened, and his already wide mouth seemed to be a little bigger.

I saw a big hand covering the sky stretched out out out of thin air, and stretched out to the finger cliff at his feet, and the two thick fingers hurriedly pinched the finger cliff and quickly retracted into the sky.

This giant hand is no different from an ordinary hand in shape and color, the only difference is that it is extremely beautiful.

He Wei was lying on the tree on the top of the cliff, and he clearly heard the sound of the cliff tearing, and he fainted in a trance.

I don't know how long I slept, but when I woke up, I saw that the entire finger cliff was full of cracks, large and small, horizontal and vertical. Looking down a crack in the root of the tree, his gaze stopped. There was enough crack to hold a man, and there was indeed a man lying inside.

The man was wearing a coarse cloth shirt, and his gray clothes and pants blended in with the color of the cliff, making it difficult to notice. But those wide eyes are unusually conspicuous, and you can't forget them at a glance.

He Wangyuan, the best woodcutter in the village, the father who has never traveled far but has traveled all over the mountains and rivers with his son, he just lay quietly in the cracks, his wide eyes full of endless sadness and reluctance.

He Wei quietly looked at the people in the cracks, and the people in the cracks seemed to be looking at him quietly, one in the tree and the other in the pit, one big and one small.

"Dad", the boy felt that his voice had never been so hoarse, so hoarse that he didn't even know it.

There was no movement, the boy did not shout again, and prepared to climb down the tree. But his hands and feet trembled so badly that he could only rush down indiscriminately. The disobedient hands and feet still ran over his head, and the boy fell from the tree to the bottom of the cliff in an instant.

Before he could come back to his senses, he felt a pain in his waist, and the whole person slammed into the cliff, causing unbearable pain all over his body. It turned out that when climbing the cliff, a rope tied to his waist and a rope on a tree saved his life.

Crawling to his father's side in pain, looking at his motionless father, the boy's tears flowed down in big drops. He didn't cry, he just hugged his father blankly.

The young He only knew grief for a while, but he didn't have time to understand that this was actually a death parting between father and son.

A violent shaking woke up He Wei in grief, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the entire Roselle Mountains tumbling up and down like water waves. Then the Divine Finger Peak where he was suddenly cracked, and the boy fell off the cliff again.

He suddenly looked at his father, who was falling with him, and he could only reach out and grab him. There was a sharp pain in his waist again, and He Wei was saved by the rope around his waist again, but his father fell straight down.

"Daddy......", the young man cried sadly. But in the blink of an eye, there were only thousands of cliffs and endless smoke and dust under him, and there was still a father figure.

After crying for a long time, what is the reflexive look back. I saw a huge stone pillar standing in the sky, and the old tree hung horizontally on the top of the stone pillar, and the dense roots covered the top of the pillar, and he hung in the air like this.

It turned out that the entire Divine Finger Peak had been skinned by that giant hand, and that pinch caused all the dirt and trees on the surface of the peak to fall, revealing the towering stone pillar inside.

The frightened He couldn't help but look at the strange scene in front of him. This stone pillar is full of pits, the texture is like an ordinary mountain cliff, and the rough details are like your own yard. If he could see the back, he would see a large, smooth stone slab at the top of the pillar. The slate is rectangular in shape, slightly convex in the middle, like a fingernail.

He Wei picked up the cloth in his hand, and it was full of words. This was pulled out of his father's arms when he grabbed him just now.

Looking at it intently, he still knows the words on it, saying: Watching chess Ke rotten, logging Ding Ding, and Xu Xing in the valley of the clouds. Selling salaries and drinking, laughing wildly and cultivating himself. The path is high in autumn, and the pine roots of the moon pillow are bright in the sky. Recognize the old forest, climb the cliff and cross the ridge, and break the withered vine with an axe. Harvest into a load, in the song market, easy rice three liters. There is no competition, and the price is mediocre. will not be cunning, no honor and disgrace, and will prolong life calmly. Everywhere they meet, they are not Buddhas, they are Taoists, and they sit and play games. The universe has moved through the sky, Buddhism and Taoism have turned into gods, leaving this finger to ask the sky.

What is to see, seem to understand, not understand. Seeing that this thing looks like cloth but not cloth, like paper and not paper, I don't know what material it is made of. He had no choice but to stuff it into his arms.

"This old tree is going to fall at any moment, I need to get back to the surface quickly."

He Wei looked at the roots and branches of the tree, and then at the grass rope. "It's quite sturdy, as long as you can get close to the stone pillar, you can climb down the stone pillar."

"There is at least one zhang here, and you can only swing it over." He Wei slowly shook his body, and the old tree also shook with him.

"At least five swings, I wonder if this root can withstand it?" He Wei looked at the stone pillar and silently wrote down a few uneven places on the stone pillar. Then he pulled out the firewood knife on his waist with his right hand, gritted his teeth and began to shake his body slowly.

After a few shakes, he heard a rhythmic creaking and the dirt on the roots began to fall. He kept shaking without hurrying, one foot, two feet, four feet, seven feet ....... When it was time to swing back to the pillar again, the roots of the tree finally fell off, and the whole tree fell. He immediately cut the straw rope with a firewood knife, and continued to fly towards the stone pillar.

After all, it was a little worse, and He fell down two feet from the stone pillar. Fortunately, when the body fell, it was parabolic, and the stone pillar itself was also thin and thick, and after falling four or five meters, He Wei finally hugged a raised stone.

After climbing to a pothole and resting for a while, He Wei began to pick out the uneven places of the stone pillars and slowly climbed down. Needless to say, it is naturally dangerous and painful.

The handsome young man in white is named Wen Dao, and his family of three all moved to Huili Village from other places. When his parents first arrived, they were not yet born. At that time, the two of them were in their prime and had extraordinary temperaments, with the man's aura and the woman's natural beauty.

The golden boy and the girl came hand in hand, which inevitably shocked the villagers in the mountains and fields. So much so that the confused old man called the fairy aunt, the ignorant village woman hurriedly called the young man, and even called the fairy brother and the fairy sister, making a lot of jokes.

On the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, Wen Dao finished his morning reading and meditated in the pavilion. This pavilion is located in the middle of the river in front of the village, and was built by Wenzhi and his wife.

He Wei's sister He Yiyi, that is, the sleeping girl on He Wei's back, was sitting in a corner of the pavilion, picking candied fruits while peeking and smelling.

Suddenly, a large hand swept over the Finger Cliff, and in a moment it retracted into the sky.

He Yiyi only felt a flower in front of him, and Wen Zhi and Liu Yueyao had both entered the pavilion.

The four hands of the two put their hands on Wen Dao's shoulders at the same time, and said in unison: "Dao'er, wake up!" ”。 He Yiyi had never seen Aunt Liu, who was usually casual and indifferent, so nervous, and even her tone seemed anxious.

Wen Dao opened his eyes and saw that his father looked nervous and abnormal, and his mother's eyes were even more ruddy, and he was puzzled: "What's wrong?" ”

Wen Zhi said solemnly: "Dao'er, listen well, your mother and I got into some trouble many years ago, there is a group of powerful people who have been looking for us for many years, and today I am afraid that they have noticed the breath, we need to stay away from this place immediately." ”

After a pause, he added: "The opponent is too strong, we can't take you with us, otherwise it will be difficult to protect the situation." I hope you don't blame us, for today's parting is for the preservation of each other and the reunion of another day."

Before he could react, his father continued: "After we left, you immediately went to Los Angeles to join Uncle Long Wei, and I had a lifelong friendship with him. As he spoke, Wen Zhi raised his hand and cut off a wooden board from the pavilion pillar, moved his fingers like a knife, drew a map with a few strokes, and wrote numbers in the lower corner of the map.

After doing this, Wen Zhi shook his hand and led out a bag of things from the river. Liu Yueyao also handed over a cloth bag. Wen Zhi wrapped the bamboo board with two packages into a jade plate, and said: "You can open this jade card according to the fourth volume of "Lianshan", and the contents of the bag must not be seen by outsiders, and then practice by yourself when no one is confirmed." Dao'er, your intelligence is ten times better than mine, and my father believes that you will be able to grow up safely and achieve great things." After that, Wen Zhi handed the jade plate to Wen Dao and turned around without looking at his son.

"Dao'er, my child." Liu Yueyao was already crying bitterly, hugging Wen Dao tightly and unable to speak. After a while, she forcibly stopped crying, showed a gentle smile with difficulty, and said: "Dao'er, don't be afraid, they don't know you, don't mention us to outsiders, don't look for us, let alone explore our grievances." As she spoke, she seemed to be crying again, but time was not allowed, and soon she forced herself to smile again: "Dao'er, you just need to ensure that you are safe and healthy, maybe we will be reunited soon, and my mother will pray for you day and night." ”

"Yao'er, it's time to go." Wen Zhi turned around and said. Liu Yueyao hugged her son tightly, as if she wanted to integrate her son into herself, and said with tears: "Son, goodbye." With that, the husband and wife both flew out of the grass pavilion, turned their backs to the back mountain, faced their son, and disappeared into the north in an instant.

He Yiyi understood it from beginning to end, looking at Wen Dao's pale face, thinking of Aunt Liu's expression, she couldn't help but feel sad, and cried with a wow.

Wen Dao looked sluggish, holding the jade plaque and sitting motionless on the grass mound.

After a while, he got up and walked towards home, walked a few steps, turned back to He Yiyi, who was teary-eyed, and said: "Yiyi, I'll go home and collect some things and leave, you can go back too, there are still many candied fruits in the jar, and you can take away whatever you like." I told the neighbors that our family had gone looking for relatives. After saying that, he Yiyi took a deep look, and perhaps said goodbye to the village where he was born and raised and the old folks who had been with him for more than ten years.

Hearing the Tao gradually drifted away, the waist was not bent, the back was not hunched, and it was not in a hurry as usual, and it was just peaceful. But He Yiyi saw it in her eyes, but she wanted to cry inexplicably.

He Yiyi sat for a while, and suddenly saw strange ripples on the surface of the river, and then the pavilion shook violently, and it continued to rise above the water.

He Yiyi hugged the pavilion pillar tightly and found himself in mid-air. Looking down, I saw a huge turtle floating on the surface of the river, and I don't know how the river hides such a huge turtle.

Four stout pillars rise from the turtle's back and support the pavilion. It turned out that the pavilion was built on the back of a turtle.

The big turtle's huge mouth sucked Wen Dao directly into the pavilion from the window on the second floor.

Before he could come back to his senses with a shocked face, the big turtle had begun to swim downstream along the river. It's not so much about swimming as it is about floating. This strange giant tortoise did not swim on all fours, just gliding on the surface of the water, but the speed was ten miles in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, it was out of the village.

When the giant tortoise disappeared, the majestic and tall Divine Finger Peak on the mountain behind the village began to collapse. The entire mountain slid from the outside in, and countless boulders and earth trees flooded the village in an instant. Suddenly only loud rumbling noises could be heard between heaven and earth, and only boundless smoke and dust could be seen.

The sky is stormy and cloudy, and it is a scene of apocalypse. A ball of golden light slowly appeared, and then went north, vaguely the direction of Wenzhi and his wife's escape.