Yunmeng Mountain.

It seems to be a very ancient mountain, and the residents at the foot of the mountain don't know why it's called Yunmeng Mountain, they only know that their elders call it that, and their elders also call it that.

In the autumn season, the foot of the mountain is yellow and clear, and the wheat is rejoicing because of this harvest season. Halfway up the mountain, it's already a little white, and the people at the foot of the mountain seem to have been used to this scene, but at the foot of the mountain is autumn, but the mountainside is winter.

People were strictly ordered by their ancestors not to climb the mountainside, and honestly farmed at the foot of the mountain, married wives, gave birth to babies, and then farmed and married again......

It's just that the long years have passed, and the strict orders of the ancestors are blown into the wheat field and buried in the ground like autumn leaves.

Dead leaves can be turned into nourishment, but the strict order guarded does not have any "nutrients", and after a long time, it is difficult to even talk about this strange strict order.

Year after year of boring days, there are always people who want to live a new life, and young teenagers put on winter clothes in autumn and set off towards the snow-covered mountainside.

One day, seven days, one month, three months...... Many years ago, those teenagers became the negative teaching material for disobeying strict orders.

After many years had passed, several young people had come down from the mountain.

Looking at the villagers who I didn't know at all and the ruins, looking at those vaguely familiar faces, after several inquiries, Fang

It has been more than 100 years since I knew the world.

A big dream, it has been more than 100 years, the family is ancient, and the old friends are hard to find.

The old young people seemed to feel the pain of losing their parents and friends, and they set up wooden houses on the way up the mountain to guard the mysterious mountain.

"Young man, but you want to go up the mountain?" Xu Changan nodded at the young man who looked about the same age as himself.

"Do you know how many conditions you have to go up the mountain?"

Xu Changan didn't know anything about this mountain, he just came here with a map, how did he know what requirements were needed.

Looking at the young man with a serious but old-fashioned face, Xu Changan asked tentatively, "Do you want to pay the money?"

The old-fashioned young man sighed, it turned out to be another young man who didn't know the height of the sky.

"If you want to go up this mountain, you must have no relatives alive, no wife and children by your side, no friends to think about, and no thoughts about this world. ”

Xu Changan was stunned and said, "Are you sure you are not talking about dead people?"

"If there is such a person in the world, then he is different from death. The young man said, picking up his broom and sweeping up the fallen leaves.

Xu Changan didn't know what to say, but he could feel the depression in the young man.

For a moment, he thought of Uncle Shi, who had left him, and his parents, whom he had never seen. At this time, he is like an orphan, shuttling through one small city after another all the year round, and there are few friends he can afford.

The young man was stunned, shook his head, put down his broom, and closed the door.

Xu Changan raised his feet and took a step.

The mountain in front of him had an indescribable and irresistible attraction for him.

The transition from autumn to winter seemed so natural, the leaves on the path became less and less, and slowly there was a thin layer of hoarfrost on the ground, and the surroundings were extremely silent, as if this was the world of trees, and there were no other creatures except trees.

The wind gradually became stronger, and a thin layer of frost formed on Xu Changan's thin robe, and there was a crisp sound on the trees on the side of the road from time to time, which was the sound of ice breaking on the trees, and gradually the snow on the ground became thicker, and every step was creaked.

The wind and snow gradually became stronger, so big that I could hardly see the road.

Xu Changan relied on his previous memories and walked towards the cave in front of him step by step.

Approaching the cave, Xu Changan grabbed the hard hair in front of his forehead and wiped his eyes. I finally saw the two big words "into a dream" clearly.

There was no ice in the hole, there was no wind, and it was even a little warm, just a little dark, Xu Changan staggered, reached out and touched it, it seemed that there was a hole in his head, but it was too cold before, and he didn't feel pain.

Stumbling all the way, Xu Changan touched a flat big stone, which could no longer be supported, and lay down, quickly snoring evenly.

Blood from his forehead ran down his cheeks to his chin, and "tick, tick" fell to the flat ground, echoing in this cave.

The blood fell to the ground, like oil dripping into an oil lamp, and the flat stone slowly emitted a blue light from the surrounding to the center, and those rays slowly gathered and surrounded Xu Changan.

"Tick" and another drop of blood fell, and those rays of light suddenly rose to the sky, through the roof of the cave, and went straight to the sky.

Xu Changan was still sleeping soundly, with a "click", it seemed that something was broken, and the jade talisman on his chest also emitted a faint red light.

Shushan, welcome Panasonic.

Shi Shuzu, who closed his eyes and recuperated, suddenly opened his eyes, a fine light shot out of his eyes, and his fingers kept moving the chessboard, as if thinking about something, and suddenly threw a chess piece towards the bottom of the mountain.

Weicheng.

At this time, the rain in Weicheng came as quickly as the silver in the kiln.

It's just that no one noticed that there was one more person in Weicheng three months ago, a strange person.

He shuttled through every street and every restaurant in Weicheng every day, just sitting or standing quietly with his sword in his hand, and did not communicate with people, as if he was looking for something.

Today's rain has just stopped, and he is sitting by the window of the restaurant, and he does not order, but there is a pot of tea on the table.

The shouting of the umbrella sellers, the incessant complaints of pedestrians, and the lamentations of some hawkers all fell into his ears, and this living town also entered his ears, and he could capture the sound of the whole town, the sound of life.

Suddenly, the blue light in the sky flashed in the distance, and a rare hint of surprise appeared in his eyes. There was a strange sound in the air, hurried, harsh, like the sound of a horse-drawn carriage braking on a bluestone street.

With a wave of his hand, a piece of chess that had been rubbed into the surroundings fell quietly in his hand, and he put the chess piece to his ear, then raised his long sword and walked towards the city gate.

The sun was shining, but the valley was a little cold, with occasional winds blowing.

There were corpses everywhere, red blood pooled into a stream, there were already many worms wriggling under the scarlet rolled flesh, and a few vultures kept hovering in the sky.

A few vultures sometimes whispered, sometimes soaring, for fear of changing from predatory to delicious.

A daring vulture came to rest on a large rock, and it swooped down with speed and swiftness, pecked quickly, and flew up again.

In an instant, many vultures, dressed in black and white, pecked at the corpse with their sharp beaks, and let out a contented and cheerful cry.

A cry of "wow" sounded, and pieces of vultures rose from the ground, obscuring the sky and dispersing in a moment. Only the loud cry still echoed in the valley.

At this moment, a pair of large hands picked up the young baby from the corpses all over the ground.

In this stinking valley, looking at the stumps around him, he sighed lightly: "The world is bustling, and it is beneficial to come and go, but I only hope that you will be safe and sound in this life, and you will be called Chang'an." With that, the black-robed man picked up the child and walked out of the valley.

Xu Changan struggled to see the face of the black-robed man, and he also wanted to see the child named Chang'an clearly.

However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't see the face clearly, as if through a layer of mist, it was obviously very close, but it felt very far away.

Then, scenes flashed before his eyes again.

The final picture was frozen in an old monk pressing a finger on the child's eyebrows, Xu Changan woke up violently, only to find that there was already a layer of sweat beads on his head.

"Is that kid himself?" Xu Changan asked himself.

After thinking for a long time, there was no answer, so Xu Changan looked at the surrounding environment.

The stone bed beneath him glowed blue, illuminating the entire cave, except for one bed, with only a few rubble and droplets of water dripping from the top of the mountain.

Outside the mountain, a long sword reached the foot of the mountain, and a man came down from the sword.

Looking at the mountain shrouded in a layer of light blue light in front of him, his brows were squeezed together, and after thinking for a long time, he took out a piece of rune paper from his bag, wrote down four words, and blew lightly, and the rune paper turned into a thousand paper cranes and flew into the air.

He muttered, "Cloud Dream Forbidden Land. ”