In the third year of Zhengyang, a woman died on Ma Huipo.

When the woman died, she had a big smile on her face. When the people present saw her, they felt as dazzling as the sun, and they didn't dare to look at her directly. The man at the head buried her on the spot, and after the galloping horses, the ground could not even distinguish the color of the newly excavated earth. An old man once sighed to the juniors below: "That Ma Huipo was originally a very high mountain", and a glimmer of light seemed to flash in his cloudy eyes, as if he was recalling something shocking, "and then it became a slope completely."

In the sixth year of Yongchang, it was very ordinary, the country was peaceful, the wind and rain were smooth, and the people also had a smooth harvest. No matter how you look at it, I think it is the appearance of Guotai and Min'an.

It's just that a teenager is not very happy.

The boy lived in a small town, and it was better to call it a town than a small town. The east, west, north and south streets are vertically staggered, facing the gate of the city, almost one and a half miles wide, and most of the shops along the street are located. Slightly close to the staggered street in the middle, the southeast corner is the yamen, but there is no major event in the small town, and the bells and drums at the door are stained with a lot of dust. The northwest corner opposite is a restaurant, business is often prosperous, the people of the small city sit there when they are idle, listen to the storyteller patting the board, put the dragon gate array, whether it is an official or a businessman, regardless of the identity and family background, all gather together to talk about the world, chatting about the sea and calling the north.

In the southwest corner is a pharmacy, the old man in the hall has a gray beard, he loves to brag, and he knocks on the door, the old man of the same age he does not dare to say, for fear of piercing; the younger generation refuses to listen to him; he has to look for the little guy of the younger generation, but the group of little guys is so noisy, clouds, birds, dragonflies, and there is no shadow in a flash. The old guy had to buy a small stick wrapped in maltose, originally a two-piece he tore apart one person, a dozen little guys sat on the threshold licking the candy, listening to the old guy put his past glorious deeds, of course, most of them did not understand, but this old guy didn't care, he said to himself, if someone applauded, and gave a piece of sugar. A few older children who were still wearing slugs also screamed after they got candy.

As for the northeast corner is a textile shop, and a woman is in charge of the shop, and it is said that her man died in a robbery, and he never came back after leaving the city gate. The people are simple, which helps her more or less. When there was no one in the shop, she sat under the eaves, her elbow to her knees and chin propped up, looking tenderly at the city gates, watching the sunset, and watching the old people and children playing across the street. The old man with good things wanted to be a matchmaker with her, but she smiled and refused.

As for the boy, he lived in a small courtyard in the southwest corner. The southwest corner is mostly inhabited, and if you look at it from the sky, you will feel that the path is like a spider's web. The boy had just turned sixteen, and he had been alone since he was a child, and he was brought up by his grandfather when he was a child, but he was buried when he was only a few years old. To be able to grow so big depends on the people of the city to provide for him, the private school teacher does not charge him money, and the woman in the textile shop also cuts one or two sets of new clothes for him every year, and he grows up eating hundreds of family meals. However, the young man is in good health, and he has never been sick until now, which makes the old man in the pharmacy angry, and he always feels as if he is superfluous.

Teenagers are sometimes dull and rarely play with their peers. When I got out of the private school, I stared at some inconspicuous things, looking at the blue sky, looking at the white clouds, looking at the cornices on the heads of people's houses on the way home, looking at the mottled spots cut by the big trees in the sky, and looking at the depth in the well. I often don't pay attention to the road, and I stumble on all fours.

But the children liked to play with him, and when he looked at the sky, they looked at the sky, and when he looked at the trees, they jumped under the shade of the trees and stepped on the jumping points of light, and when he looked at the well, he took the bucket and threw it down, and dragged it up with all his might, and squatted on the ground and pouted his buttocks, and watched the water ripple under the reflection of the light, and stretched out his head one by one, thinking how beautiful it was.

But no one knew what the boy was thinking.

Although the town is small, the news is still circulating. It is said that the storyteller went out to catch the wind this time, and he caught some big events. This is passed on ten, ten is spread hundred, the restaurant business is very good, the seats are full, even the little kid who listens to bragging in the pharmacy all day long has attracted the past, the restaurant owner also gave a small sugar man, which is much more advanced than the sugar stick, one by one obediently sat in the open space in front of the storyteller, and when he was excited, no matter what, the little guy called wah-wah-wah. The old guy was so angry that he also screamed with him.

The storyteller looked at so many people and became energetic, patted the wood to stop the noise, poured a sip of good wine, and said, "Do you still know the door?"

The people below looked left and right, and the storyteller was not annoyed, and then said: "There are three religions in my Great Zhou Dynasty, Confucianism and Taoism! This is on the bright side, and there are still many things that do not enter the stream, such as the law and yin and yang. Most of them have lost their teachings over the years, which has also led to the disorganization of the various sects and their decline!

The situation of hundreds of battles is gone, but there are still three big supporting scenes, but more than ten years ago, it is estimated that Zhengyang to the early years, Taoism suddenly declined, it turned out that according to rumors, the last concubine of Emperor Gaozong was a Taoist person, you all know that the concubine is a disaster to the country and the people, Zhongzong felt that it was for its sake to destroy the good situation created by Gaozong's hard work, so he discussed with Gaozong, and vigorously suppressed Taoism after passing on the throne, when the rebellion was quelled, the country was prosperous, Confucianism and Buddhism took advantage of the situation to develop vigorously, and Taoism that stood still or even regressed naturally declined。

But now, this world is different, and the few guest officials in the officialdom present should be very clear!"

Everyone looked at it, and several officialdom people sitting together nodded, and the leader of them stood up. People recognized him as the official in charge of the yamen, but they only heard him say: "The first emperor Zhongzong passed away not long ago, and was succeeded by His Royal Highness the crown prince Li Shun, and now he has ascended the throne, called Emperor Rui, and the year is called 'Dashun'." ”

As soon as the words fell, it set off a wave of noise among the people, this news was too shocking, such a big thing happened a few days ago when they were eating and setting up the dragon gate array. A young man shouted, "Isn't it a year of Dashun after that?"

The storyteller took a sip of wine, arched himself, and said, "That's right, it's a matter of course, but do you know what's next?"

The crowd gradually quieted down, and a few anxious people began to urge, and the storyteller did not sell the guanzi, and said: "There is another country outside of us······"

Just when the whole city was listening to the storyteller, a young man was still bored at home, of course, it was not that he didn't care about it, in fact, he rarely missed the storyteller's field, but helplessly, he was blocked by something.

He said it was because he didn't know what it was. It is a half-human-tall paper crane, but it has the movements and appearance of a vivid crane, and it is white and flawless. When he flew to his yard in the morning, he poked the water with his pointed beak by the water tank, and of course, the paper mouth deflated at once. It stands in the sun, spreading its wings and waiting for its mouth to dry.

The boy thought to himself that this IQ was blistered in the head.

In fact, he understands the meaning of this crane, which has been clearly manifested after the crane came.

— or go with it.

The boy had his left hand behind his back, and his fingers were holding a three-inch paper knife.

The crane fluttered its wings in the courtyard, its paws jumping on the ground.

He walked up to it, and the crane glanced over to him.

A man and a crane looked at each other from a distance of less than a foot.

- or die.