The mountain village dreams about 8 changes

There is no time in the mountains, in the blink of an eye, a year flies by in a hurry!

A lot of things happened during the year, the bridge connecting the village to the outside world was built, the hair on the little black tail also grew, and the bamboo segments that Niu Niu cut and collected bamboo leaves have been piled up into a hill.

He Si'an was also worried that Niuniu would become a classic Nezha image in later generations if she practiced like this, but the facts were shocking, Niuniu's skin became more elastic than before after a year of chopping wood, and it may be an illusion, He Si'an actually felt that Niuniu was a lot whiter than before.

Niuniu's father and Zhang Yan, who He Si'an thought about day and night, did not come back, and as for the daughter-in-law they said they were looking for He Si'an, they naturally didn't see it. And our protagonist He Si'an has thoroughly integrated the mountains and rivers during this time, and he is familiar with it!

In addition, the old man also taught He Si'an a set of breathing and breathing methods, and He Si'an has been insisting on practicing. The slightly chubby figure has also become a lot more slender, and the whole person gives people a feeling of being out of the dust. In addition, there is nothing, but the old man often drags He Si'an to ask this and that. Although He Si'an often complained that this old man did not fulfill his obligations as the 'old man in the ring', he also enjoyed it, after all, the old man was the only person he could talk to. This made He Si'an feel that there was another relative in this world.

On this day, He Si'an and Niuniu's grandfather and grandson sat opposite each other, the three of them looked serious, and on the side of the three of them, a gossip pattern was drawn on the ground, and there was a shelf on it, and the iron pot that was prepared to be tons of small black was on the shelf. The side is also full of bamboo leaves picked by Niu Niu during this time.

"Si'an, poor Dao knows that you have always wanted to go out to see the outside world, and as a teacher to observe the sky at night, you are actually mature!"

"Look at Mao's celestial phenomena, it's cloudy these days, you can't see the stars at all, and Mao's time is ripe, I haven't listened to my history, I know that if I don't go out again, those think tanks and generals will have their own masters" He Si'an complained in his heart.

"After this period of breathing and breathing, coupled with the pure heart, your body can basically withstand it, Si'an, you sit in this pot and meditate with the method taught by the poor Tao."

He Si'an and Niuniu walked to the pot and looked around the pot, and then Niuniu looked at the old man suspiciously and said, "Stinky old man, you won't stew Brother Si'an!" ”

"Don't worry, Poor Dao is just giving your brother Si'an a creation in the last time together."

"The last time we spent together? What do you mean, stinky old man? Niuniu wanted to say something, but He Si'an waved her hand, looked at the old man with a serious face again, and didn't say much, but sat cross-legged in the pot while silently reciting the pure heart, while breathing and breathing, and gradually entered a state of sleep.

"Niu Niu, put the bamboo leaves under the pot."

Niuniu complied, grabbed a large handful of bamboo leaves, put them at the bottom of the pot, and as the bamboo leaves touched the gossip diagram below, there was no wind and spontaneous combustion, and a purple flame burned fiercely under the cauldron, Niuniu was startled, and took two steps back and looked at the old man with wide eyes.

"Keep filling the bamboo leaves, don't let the fire go out!" The old man said to Niuniu with a solemn face.

Niuniu came back to her senses and hurriedly continued to fill in the bamboo leaves.

As the purple flame became more and more vigorous, a mist gradually rose in the pot, which was strange to say, but He Si'an, who was sitting in the pot at the moment, did not feel any temperature, but only smelled a refreshing fragrance.

Slowly closing his eyes, He Si'an silently recited the decision of pure heart. A little cold, but also a little noisy, slowly opened his eyes, He Si'an suddenly became a spirit, stunned by the surrounding environment.

I saw that the shouts of killing all around shook the sky, and the black-pressed cavalry in the distance was galloping on horseback, rushing towards him.

Looking around, there were hundreds of people fighting each other, and a pungent smell of blood smoked He Si'an almost vomited!!

"Your Highness! Let's go, we'll stop the pursuers!! An anxious voice came to my ears! He Si'an turned his head to look over, and saw a middle-aged general dressed in black armor covered in blood who was anxiously dragging the horse he was riding, turning his head and wanting to retreat!

'Holy! Am I crossing again? What's going on? That stinky old man! You won't really stew me!! ’

He Si'an shouted in his heart, and a scene flashed in his mind, a lewd old man, a blackened girl, and a black horse, the two of them sat around an iron pot, stewed themselves in the iron pot, and then the two of them had a smile on the corner of their mouths, holding the tableware with a left fork and a right knife, and their eyes were gloomy hehe, and then, then, there was no then.

He Si'an shook his head and forcibly interrupted his thoughts, no matter what, let's save my life first, so He Si'an, under the protection of the black-armored general beside him and dozens of guards around him, turned his horse and ran into the distance!

After walking not far, there was also a large area of black and oppressive enemy troops in front of him, He Si'an turned his head to look around, and the black armor general and dozens of people around him looked dull and at a loss.

He Si'an frowned, and suddenly felt that the scenery in front of him was a little familiar, and after careful identification, He Si'an was surprised to find that this was the place where she and Niuniu's ancestors and grandchildren had lived for more than a year, but the surrounding bamboo forest and thatched huts were gone. He Si'an suddenly thought of the gossip map marked in the map, and according to the marks on the map, he located the surrounding terrain one by one, which was when someone around anxiously asked: "Your Highness, General Zhu, what should we do?" ”

"Now that the matter has come to this, we will burn them with jade!" After speaking, the black armor general looked at He Si'an, and was about to say something with his fists, but was interrupted by He Si'an!

"Don't be noisy! Wait for my command! ”

The black-armored general was stunned for a moment, a little dazed, but he still waved his hand and shouted to the people around him: "Everyone be quiet! Listen to Your Highness! ”

He Si'an carefully observed the surroundings, and with the one-to-one correspondence recorded in the mountain and river map, he finally determined the direction. Then, with the war knife in his hand, he pointed to the southeast and shouted: "This way! Everyone follow me to rush out of a bloody road! ”

"Kill!!" With He Si'an's shout, the black-clothed general beside him rushed to the front without hesitation, while the rest of the people also turned their horses' heads and rushed over to protect He Si'an's side!

I saw the black-armored general in front of him stabbing obliquely with a black spear rung, the soldiers on the other side actually had no enemy, and actually rushed out of the encirclement of the enemy army from a bloody road, and He Si'an gradually adapted to the bloody gas in the air, and he was also holding a sword, and the rungs were split vertically, and there was a faint feeling of a generation of famous generals.

Just when He Si'an was surging in the tide, a team of cavalry was killed in the oblique stab, and a veteran in the lead had a beard, holding a big knife, and killed next to He Si'an with a cruel smile, holding a big knife in his hand, and slashed down towards He Si'an's front door!

In the face of such a powerful sinking knife, He Si'an couldn't resist at all, but a guard beside him resolutely met the horizontal spear to block, only to hear a loud click, the spear clicked and was criticized into two sections, and the big knife slashed on the guard's shoulder, and the guard shouted, stabbing the broken spear at the veteran with the last strength.

I saw that the veteran stretched out his left hand, grabbed the broken spear, and threw it hard, and the guard was thrown out heavily, and it was this delay that the black-armored general had turned his horse's head and met the veteran to fight in one place, while stabbing with his spear, while shouting: "Your Highness!" Come on! ”