In the distance, a dilapidated bus approached slowly, its old engine humming loudly.

"Click."

"Hey! Guys! You've gotten to the place! ”

With a shoddy cigarette in his mouth and a thick dialect, the driver turned to the back seat and said to the only passenger left.

Qi Fan, who was sitting alone in the back seat, rubbed his sleepy eyes when he heard the voice, and he didn't feel awake for the first time, but was groggy.

Anyone who sits on a hard seat that has been bumpy for three hours can't stand it, let alone the bus ride that has been nearly two hours before.

"Oh, okay."

"Pedal pedal pedal blah."

"Bang dang!"

Qi Fan got out of the car, the door was slammed shut, and a black mist erupted from the tail of the bus, and a puff of smoke drove into the distance.

Since ancient times, the countryside has been beautiful, but the road under your feet is not flattering.

Qi Fan followed the memory in his mind, and walked forward with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

Daqing Village, located at the foot of Daqing Mountain, is just like its name, with green mountains and green waters, birds and flowers, and picturesque scenery in four seasons.

It's just because the road is bumpy, otherwise it has already been destroyed by tourists to the point that it loses its original style.

At this time, it is spring, and the earth is revived, and it is a wonderful scene of vitality.

Next to the old red iron gate, there sat an old man who was almost old.

The old man squinted his eyes and held a smug in his hand that was older than his age.

The bar chirped and twitched, and from time to time there were bursts of smoke that slowly drifted away.

The old man's eyes drifted into the distance, as if he was expecting something.

At this time, the smoke in the old man's hand shook suddenly, and the dotted smoke was scattered all over the ground.

A young man came from afar, it was Qi Fan, who was in the dust.

The old man stood up and held Qi Fan's hand tightly, his eyes flashing with excitement, joy, and deep longing that only the latter could understand.

Qi Fan was a little unbearable, but he still held back the tears that were already rolling in his eyes.

An old man and a young man returned to the small courtyard behind him.

The small courtyard is very tidy, and the courtyard is lined with fruits and vegetables that have sent out green shoots.

Qi Fan stepped on the path paved with cobblestones, and was in a trance for a while.

Inside the house.

Look at the window frame in front of me, which has been pasted with newspaper.

Qi Fan smiled, and the next moment fell into memory.

The window frames made of Yangmu have eroded over time, and they have erected small irregular gaps.

When I was a child, whenever the autumn and winter seasons came, there would always be gusts of cold wind from this gap.

In the event of a sandstorm, a large amount of fine yellow soil will pour in from this small crevice.

At that time, he was ignorant and always used them as drawing boards.

Later, before the typhoon season came, my grandfather always used these newspapers to glue these gaps very carefully.

Without the fine loess to play with, I complained.

"Hehe, baby, what do you want, it's time to eat."

"Ah, oh, okay, grandpa."

The wine has passed three rounds, and the dishes have passed five flavors.

The old man began to chat with Qi Fan about family life.

"Grandpa, you have to pay attention to your old cold legs, and now you are about to get sick in the spring."

"Hey! I said baby, if you don't say it, grandpa can't remember it. ”

It turned out that the year before last.

The old man thought that he would soon enter spring, and the old problem of the old cold legs was about to be committed again.

But the few money in his hand were reluctantly thrown in the hospital, thinking of saving for his grandson to marry a good granddaughter-in-law.

So, this old man, who had been hunting all his life, once again carried a shotgun and a dagger, and went up the mountain.

Coincidentally, the old man went up the mountain and found a wild ginseng.

The old man thought left and right, although ginseng does not cure the old and cold legs, how can it be a great tonic medicinal material, so he brought it back.

When winter came, as the old man expected, the pain in his legs was unbearable.

The old man had no choice but to fry the only herb wild ginseng into a decoction and take it.

Miraculously, my legs didn't hurt the next day.

I was puzzled and took it for a few more days, but I didn't expect that until now, these legs have not hurt.

On the contrary, my legs and feet are stronger, and my spirit is much better than before.

These words attracted Qi Fan's attention.

He knows the value of wild ginseng, but no matter what, it can't have the effect of curing old cold legs!

So, there must be something strange in it! The thought that something might have caused it made Qi Fan's heart tighten.

"Grandpa, where did you find that wild ginseng?"

"It's the big green mountain north of our village!"

Qi Fan's eyes lit up, and he decided to go to Daqingshan early tomorrow morning!

Mornings in the countryside always come very early, but Qi Fan got up when the sky was bright

Now we have come to the base of Daqing Mountain.

It is said that Wangshan runs a dead horse, and it seems that Daqingshan, which is not far from the village, is not so easy to walk.

Qi Fan wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, squinted his eyes, and looked at the rising sun.

The gentle light dispelled the dense fog on the mountain, and at this moment, a kind of tranquility and peace emerged in Qi Fan's heart that he had never felt before.

According to the memories of the previous life, the "taste" of the aura still has its corresponding breath, and there is no need to deliberately taste it, just get close to it and you will know it.

However, the vast Daqing Mountain, it is so easy to find a place of thin aura.

Qi Fan couldn't help but sigh in his heart, it was so painful...

Time flickered, it was already noon, Qi Fan's legs had already run thin, and he didn't find anything, so he was a little discouraged.

I hurriedly ate dry food, found a mountain spring water and drank a few sips, washed my face, and suddenly became a lot more sober.

Qi Fan sighed, gritted his teeth and embarked on the journey again.

The sun turned west, and the sky gradually darkened, and there was still no trace of what Qi Fan was looking for.

But he was not reconciled, so he found a temporary shelter and built a pair of bonfires, where he would spend the night, and planned to look for them again early tomorrow morning.

As the first day of sunlight shone on Qi Fan's face, Qi Fan once again dragged his somewhat tired body and embarked on the path of searching for aura.

On this day, he obviously felt that his spirit was not good, and his head was also heavy along the way.

Qi Fan knew that if he couldn't find it today, he would have to be forced to go down the mountain.

Gritting his teeth, Qi Fan quickened the pace under his feet.

Daqingshan is divided into east and west, with the road in the east being easier to walk and the west being more rugged.

There are also hidden natural traps in other places where you may have to give an account for your life if you are not careful.

Although Grandpa told Qi Fan that the wild ginseng he found was in the east

But judging from this day's search, it is very likely that the aura is in the west.

When Qi Fan came to this western location, he realized that the road here is difficult to walk, and it is simply a natural place for rock climbing practice.

But the hard work paid off, and finally at the moment when the sun and the ground plane intertwined.

Zimmer suddenly felt something unusual within the range of his senses.

"It's ??!"

"The smell of Reiki!".

Qi Fan was overjoyed!

Hurriedly moved in the direction that surprised him, and quickly moved over.

At this moment, Qi Fan felt full of strength!