It is said that Feng Wanli left his disciple Shi Qinghua and galloped towards the southwest alone, looking at the loess plateau with ravines and crisscrossed beams and valleys under his feet, his eyes were blank, and his feelings were bitter.

After picking up the courage several times, I wanted to dig out the word "right and wrong" from the depths of my heart, but it was difficult to reach. Occasionally, I reach it, but I feel that my strength is not enough, and the thing of "right and wrong" is not only deep-rooted, but also stubborn.

Feng Wanli knew very well in his heart that right and wrong was a knife on his head, and he could slash at others on the surface, but secretly he was slashing at himself.

The martial saint Zhao Mingxiu sent him to Yanzhou Mansion to assassinate him, and in order to fulfill the promise of "obeying the teacher's orders", he went. But when he came to the outside of the mansion, he couldn't pass the conscience in his heart, and he happened to be invited by Bai Yutian to eat a reason, so he chose to leave Yanzhou Mansion without doing anything.

Riding the horse and whipping all the way, listening to the sound of the horse's hooves, he began to have fantasies, fantasizing about being a peacemaker, not only to dispel the idea of the master's assassination, but also to be like Bai Yutian said, forever to protect the blue lake in the rivers and lakes and martial arts.

Is there really such a good thing in the world?

He Feng Wanli really didn't know.

Even if he knew, he probably didn't have much confidence or confidence.

The master wanted him to harm others, but he couldn't make up his mind.

Bai Yutian wanted him to save people, but he suffered from gains and losses, and he felt that his ability was not enough.

Is such a person good?

What good can it be, except to make a fool of others, it is to play a trick on yourself.

The reason is simple: a good person does not say that he is a good person because he has stopped doing evil, and a bad person does not say that he is a bad person because he has given up doing good. Good people can't do it, bad people can't do it, that is, there is no distinction between good and bad, so let's die quietly in loneliness.

Waiting to die? OK.

But even if he Feng Wanli is waiting for death, he can't be lonely, he has to be like other suffering people struggling on the loess plateau, raising his head and roaring songs, wrapping all the joys, sorrows, and sorrows of the loess people into the rough and high-pitched singing, which can be regarded as a question to the sky.

Can he sing?

May sing.

He thinks that he is a loess man, and the vast loess plateau has already made him like other loess people, with a rough and bold personality.

The loess people indulge in singing on the criss-crossing mountain beams of the loess plateau, just like recording the ordinary and simple life of the loess people with sound, and at the same time, it is also like this endless loess earth, barren, desolate, vast, but not lacking greenery and vitality.

No matter how hard it is, as long as you have this yearning for a better life in your heart, life will continue in beauty.

So he reined in the reins of his horse, opened his mouth and sang, letting out his cry, which had been silent for decades.

But before he could finish a word, he stopped.

Why?

It turned out that he found that there were too many ravines in front of him, and no matter how loud and full his voice was, he could not fill the criss-crossing ravines.

With disappointment, he chose to retreat and fell silent.

He was about to raise his horsewhip and rush forward when a voice came from a mountain beam, and someone sang loudly.

Pleasant, uncomfortable, Feng Wanli took back the horsewhip and looked up.

The man was walking forward, but suddenly he shrank back, and disappeared as abruptly as a high-pitched and rugged singing.

Feng Wanli was very strange and a little worried, just because the singer seemed to be a porter who drove the spirits.

What is an animal?

On the Loess Plateau, for thousands of years, the Loess people have depended on each other with their domestic mules, horses, cows, donkeys and other animals. For them, these animals are not only livestock, but also spiritual, and they have been survival partners for generations, and have become the spirits that they recognize in their hearts.

As soon as the autumn harvest passes, the wind blows, and the winter comes, when the earth becomes desolate, the animal spirit becomes the boat of the plateau for the loess people to go out. The twists and turns of the ravines, the wide and wide stretching of the earth, the people who drive the spirit of the animals walk on this barren and lonely loess plateau, through the gods, into the Mongolian land, down to Yan'an, into the customs, these plateau boats to the yellow earth of red dates, mung beans and leather freight to the outside, and then bring the outside cloth, salt, tea back to the plateau.

This is Feng Wanli's familiar figure, and it is also a song he is familiar with, he can't rest assured, and gallops away across the horse.

I saw a porter slumped on the ground, not only with blood on his mouth, but also looking ahead with angry eyes.

Feng Wanli followed the porter's eyes, and saw three or four men leading a mule not far in front, the mule was full of burlap bags full of goods, and walked towards the front happily.

Feng Wanli stepped over and asked the porter, "Old man, why are you?" ”

The old man replied, "Hey! After walking a lot at night, I ran into a ghost. ”

Feng Wanli said: "Is the donkey in front of you your family?" ”

The old man sighed: "It was my family just now, but now it's not mine." ”

Feng Wanli said: "It's your family's family's, why isn't it your family's now?" ”

The old man said: "I am a porter who drives animals, and other bandits, who only plundered my goods and did not take my life, and I am already extremely favored by God, what else is there to say." ”

Feng Wanli said: "Do you believe that there are officials and good people?" ”

The old man said: "The government? Good? When you need me, you have a government, and you are a good person who does not do evil to me. ”

Feng Wanli said: "Then I didn't do evil to you, I'm a good person?" ”

The old man smiled bitterly and said, "Except for this cheap life, you don't have a chance to be evil, even if you are a good person." ”

Feng Wanli straddled his horse and whipped after the mule, and shouted: "Four, this mule, the old man behind said that it was his, what do you think?" ”

The four men turned around together and flashed the pig-killing knife at their waists.

One of them replied, "My brother said that the horse you are sitting on is our family, and it should be returned to me, what do you think?" ”

Feng Wanli smiled: "Then you return this mule to others first, and then I will return this horse to you, what do you think?" ”

The four men were young and strong, and seeing that Feng Wanli, a man in his fifties, should be able to bully him, he replied: "Then you get off the horse, go and call the old man over, I will ask him to see if this mule is his family." ”

Feng Wanli got down very interestingly, beckoned to the old man, and the old man came over.

A man asked, "Uncle, is this mule your family?" He flashed the pig-killing knife in his hand.

The old man was a little afraid, glanced at Feng Wanli bitterly, and didn't dare to answer.

Feng Wanli said: "Big brother, this mule belongs to your family, you say it's your family, if it's not your family, just say it's not your family, there's nothing to be embarrassed." ”

The old man saw that Feng Wanli didn't care about the pig-killing knife in the hands of those men, and it didn't look like he was all the way with those four men, so he came boldly and said, "This mule belongs to my family." ”

A man said sharply: "Uncle, can you agree to it?" ”

The old man whistled, and the mule jumped up and rushed to the old man's side.

When Feng Wanli saw this, he laughed and said, "It seems that this mule is really from the old man's family." ”

A man said: "The mule was returned to him, and you should return the horse to me, right?" ”

Feng Wanli followed the man's example and said, "Since it is your family, then you call it, and it will be the most likely to agree?" ”

A man said sharply: "Look at your tone, are you going to regret it?" ”

Feng Wanli replied: "What about repentance, what if you don't regret it?" ”

A man said: "Those who repent die, and those who do not repent live." ”

Feng Wanli smiled: "Then you guys do it, I am willing to be the one who repents." ”

I saw the sword flashing, and the four men went into battle together, fell down together, and after sighing together, they begged Feng Wanli to spare their lives.

Feng Wanli felt embarrassed to kill these people, and shouted: "Get out!" ”

The four men were qualified to survive, and they were very happy to kowtow like Feng Wanli and flee in the wilderness.

The old man saw that the four men were nowhere to be seen, and whispered, "Why did you just let them go?" ”

Feng Wanli said: "I am neither an official nor a cottage, what can I do if I don't let them go, how can I not hurt their lives at will." Moreover, they have only robbed you of your finances, and their sin is not unto death. ”

The old man whispered: "This is a mess, if I run into it again when I come back, I don't know if it is so cheap to be robbed." ”

Feng Wanli asked himself if this was something he could manage, and he couldn't manage so much, so he stepped on the horse and walked away.