When he arrived at the original snowfield, the swordsman couldn't help but slow down.

The ice and snow on the snowfield have completely melted, and on a flat earth, it has only been ten days of work, and the grass has already emerged.

Riding a horse and walking in it, whether it is a swordsman or a dark horse, the mood seems to be much softer.

And in this gentleness, I can't help but be stunned.

Is this the Ice and Snow Demon Country?

I still remember the scene when the earth was frozen and the wind and snow raged at the beginning, and I also remember the scene of thunder and destruction afterwards, even when I left, there was snow here.

At this time, it should really be judged as if there were two places.

There is no snow, no thunder, only life everywhere.

Is this the birth of the heavenly thunder?

I couldn't help but be in a trance for a while.

The blue sky and white clouds, the green grass, the houses exposed in the distance, the faintly recognizable official road, the divided fields, and the long-dead street trees beside the road, everything seems to have returned to its original appearance.

If it weren't for the fact that the temples on the plains were still there, and he had indeed passed the temples, he couldn't even tell whether he had arrived in the snow field.

I don't think it's February.

Maybe it's time to change the name of Heyuan back.

"Tosh!"

The swordsman shouted for a long time.

The black horse suddenly galloped wildly, stepping on the grass, and the black soil was raised under the hooves and the grass was broken.

It's just that when you walk along the way, you can also see the extraordinary features of this land—whether it is the white bones on the ground, or the huge demon body that is rotting next to it, and the huge human-shaped rubble scattered next to the body, or the deep pit that has been smashed out of the ground, and the ravines that have been plowed out, all show that there was a time when this place was no longer the border of man, and it also shows that man had a great war in the process of recovering it.

Finally, we reached the spring again.

The grass here is more abundant, and the earth has turned green, except for the spring water, which is surrounded by colorful colors, like a pair of demonic eyes opened in the earth.

A jujube red horse was grazing quietly in the distance, and the Taoist was still sitting by the spring, his position was the same as before, and his posture had not changed, as if he was the only one in this world. A three-flowered cat sat with its back against his body and sat like a human, looking into the distance.

It wasn't until the sound of the horse's hooves approached that she changed her position and got up to stare at the swordsman.

"Appeal ......"

The swordsman turned over and dismounted, holding the box.

"Sir! Fortunately, it is not disgraceful! ”

"So fast."

"Hurry up!" The swordsman cautiously walked over with the wooden box in his hand, "The mountain god told me that this is the mountain, and only let me bring it back to Mr." ”

"Got it."

Song You sat still, and reflexively took the box from his hand.

It only takes one look and you understand.

Open the box casually, there is a brocade cloth in it, there is a small stone less than the size of a palm, roughly triangular, you can see countless fine lines on it, and there are small green dots, as if a steep stone peak is not bad at all, and it is made into a thing to play with.

The swordsman watched intently.

The three-flowered cat also grabbed the Taoist's arm and cast his gaze over.

Miraculously, as soon as the box was opened, the small stone grew when it saw the light. In the blink of an eye, it was already a big circle, and if you were not careful, the original box could no longer hold it.

"Meow ......"

The three-flowered cat was stunned for a moment, and its paws were almost out of his control, and he wanted to reach over and touch it.

"Stay away."

The Taoist held the box and finally got up.

Turn around and walk out of a distance, cast a spell while walking, connect the yin and yang four-time magic circle with the spiritual rhyme in this mountain stone, and use the spiritual rhyme of the mountain stone to supply the magic circle, and then throw one of them casually.

The stone flew into the air and instantly became larger.

A dark shadow appeared in front of him.

"Boom!"

The earth trembled, and the water and dirt splashed.

By the time the swordsman and the cat came to their senses, the stone had turned into a small stone mountain with a diameter of about ten zhang and a height of about ten zhang, and it fell to the ground, which happened to cover the entire spring. The farthest splash of water and dirt happened to fall at the feet of the group.

What's even more amazing is that this hill that fell to the ground is still growing.

The dirt and grass on the ground were gradually pushed away.

The base of the hill also gradually sinks into the ground.

The swordsman stared straight over there, and when he came back to his senses a little, he saw the gentleman next to him looking at him with a smile and asking, "Is the mountain god easy to talk to?" Did you run into trouble along the way? ”

"Mr. Hui, Your Excellency the Mountain God is very talkative, I only presented the letter to him, and told him about Hezhou Heyuan, and he took this mountain." The swordsman was still a little shocked in his heart, but he still replied, "Although there are some people who don't open their eyes on the road, they can't be called troublesome, but Shu borrowed the mountain from the mountain god, and after going down the mountain, he stayed overnight in Nanhua, and heard some stories about the past of Mr. ”

"South Painting, Ah ......"

Song You fell into memory.

It seems like a long time has passed.

It didn't seem to be long.

"Let's go."

Song You shook his robe, which had been completely soaked in muddy water, and then glanced at the ancient pine on the hill that had already shown shape but looked extraordinarily small, and turned to walk into the distance: "I don't know how big this mountain is, we'd better stay away and talk slowly." ”

"Yes."

All the way away from springs and hills.

During this period, the swordsman and the three-flowered cat turned back several times, wanting to see how big the mountain had grown, and how far the Taoist was going, but seeing that the Taoist had stayed away all the way, he walked very far, until the hill that had grown to more than ten zhang high became a small stone bag in the sight, and then he stopped.

A few people sat down on the green grass.

The swordsman looked into the distance, and couldn't help but look at the grass beside him, lowered his head and pinched one, and then said to Song You: "Coincidentally, Shu went to Nanhua and found an inn to live in, which is the one where Mr. and Sanhua Niangniang once lived. ”

"But the Jingfu Inn?"

"Exactly!"

The swordsman couldn't help but feel funny when he said this: "Sir, do you remember the soup cake painted by Nan?" ”

"Naturally, I remember."

"When the gentleman was leaving, did he say that he would eat again in the future?"

"Seems to have said that."

"Then it's true that Mr. is full of praise for it."

"It's true."

"It's just that Mr. must not know that after Mr. left, the legend of Mr. was circulating throughout Nanhua County. The shop of the Jingfu Inn even gave their soup cake a name, called fairy noodles, and I heard that many shops selling food in Nanhua City began to follow suit and renamed the soup cakes as fairy noodles. The swordsman couldn't help but smile, "I heard from the innkeeper that the county guard was newly appointed before, and he heard the fairy story of Mr. He also came to Nanhua and ate a bowl of soup cakes at the Jingfu Inn. ”

"It's funny."

Song You couldn't help but smile.

"I am willing to wait for Mr. to return to Pingzhou in the future, passing by Nanhua, the streets and alleys of the city are selling soup cakes." When the swordsman said this, he paused, "By the way, Shu remembered that when he left, the mountain god of Pingzhou had asked Shu to bring a word." ”

"Huh?"

"The mountain god said that this mountain peak is a gift to Mr., and there is no need to return it, but now the old road in Pingzhou is becoming more and more deserted, so let Mr. pass by Pingzhou in the future, remember to go to him and drink another cup of tea."

As soon as the words fell, a voice sounded next to him-

"Bitter Tweeting ......"

When the swordsman heard this, he immediately lowered his head and looked at the cat.

The cat was looking up at him, too.

One person and one cat seem to feel the same way.

"That's nature."

Song You laughed and said slowly.

This mountain god is also thick and fine.

Suppose this mountain wants to suppress the Snow Demon King here for 500 years, during these 500 years, the mountain god will naturally continue to burn incense. If you want to return it, it will naturally be these five hundred years of incense, if you don't need to return it, after the snow demon king here doesn't need the suppression of this mountain, the mountain god can still continue to enjoy the incense of the people of Hezhou, maybe thousands of years.

It's just that there are natural calculations, and human favors are also real human favors, and they can't be faked.

Song You should owe Pingzhou the mountain god once.

In the future, I should go for another cup of tea.

"Then have you ever heard of the nunnery outside the South Painting City from the shopkeeper?" Song You continued to ask.

"I've heard of it." The swordsman understood, and immediately said, "I heard that there were originally several nuns in the nunnery, but now they are not in the nunnery, and the nunnery is also abandoned." However, I heard that the Li officials were ready to pay to convert the nunnery into a school, and they also took out the land and used it as a school field. Some of those nuns are now weaving their own cloth, and some are doing small businesses in the city, selling pickled vegetables. ”

"The cloth painted by Nan is a must."

Song You glanced at the three-flowered cat beside him.

It's a pity that Sanhua Niangniang is a three-flower cat today, and since she realized the magic power of changing clothes, she has never worn the three-color clothes made in the south painting, but Song You still kept the small clothes, and kept them under the quilt bag, reluctant to throw them away.

Later, when Sanhua Niangniang turned into a human form, no matter how thick or thin the clothes were, they were basically three colors, and the style was similar to the three-color clothes in the southern painting.

I thought of the cloth and the little clothes of the three flower girls, and then I thought of the pickled rape flowers that night.

"The pickled rape flowers painted by the south are also distinctive, and when you go, the rape flowers should be in bloom, and there is one in the nunnery who is doing a good job."

"Then I missed it." The swordsman smiled, and without much regret, he continued to narrate, "That Li Daguan has become a well-known good man in Nanhua County, and his family has opened a cloth village, specially inviting women from poor families in the city to work, treating them very well, and making cloth is also very good, and people from all over the world are willing to buy cloth from him. Originally, he had an official position in the county, and I heard that the new magistrate not only didn't mind the wrong things he had done before, but attached great importance to him, and he was a little courageous. ”

"It's a good thing, too."

Song You said this, but he was very emotional in his heart.

The world is really unpredictable, and in just four years, the old things and the old people have changed.

In the middle of the conversation, the distant mountain has grown a little longer, but now it is very large, and the distance is far away, and the increase is not as shocking as before.

It's also obvious to see.

It was getting dark.

The demons of Heyuan have been ambushed, the snow has melted, and the grass has been drilled out of the soil, but the birds and beasts have not returned to this place for a while, and the night is silent.

In February, it is still cool.

Song You hadn't slept for a long time, but now he fell down, cushioned with felt, wrapped in a blanket, and slept solidly.

Even dreams couldn't bear to disturb him.

When I woke up, it was early in the morning, and it was dark, and it was still dark overhead and in the west, but there was already light in the east. Barely moments after he opened his eyes, a ray of morning light shot out, slanting from the edge of the flat earth to the sky overhead, a vibrant red.

The morning light slowly descended, staining the stone mountain.

Overnight, a majestic stone mountain appeared on the ground ahead.

(End of chapter)