The sky is cold and the ground is freezing, the grass and trees are withered, the sky and the earth are the same color, but the sky is vast.

The north wind is bleak, sandwiched with snowflakes, a group of heroic teams marching on the rough earth, one by one, no matter how old or young, raise their legs vigorously, land with sound, heroic laughter unscrupulously fly and echo on the vast earth, raise their hands and feet, every word and deed, all show the pride of the lord of the land.

Facing the wind and snow, Shi Ji walked ahead with the support of the witches, and there were witches who could speak good words around her, and they enthusiastically introduced the situation of Buzhou Mountain.

Shi Ji smiled and listened intently, nodding his head lightly from time to time, or occasionally asking questions, and the witches answered in great detail.

December clutched Shi Ji's hand tightly, and her little head spun around, not idle for a moment, as if she was curious about every word everyone said.

The matter of Buzhou Mountain is like a great river that has flowed from ancient times to the present, surging endlessly, and it can never be finished.

Shi Ji has heard different people talk about things that are not in the mountains, and the most profound one is Chang'e.

On that day, the earth shook, and a man with a snake head and nine hands looked at the northwest and wept silently.

She asked Chang'e, "What is the Houtu Ancestor Witch looking at?"

Chang'e said: "The backbone of Pangu. ”

For the first time, Bu Zhoushan had weight in her heart.

Later, she was in the Qingmiao tribe, and listened to the old witch talk about a lot of things about Buzhou Mountain, what she said at that time, she couldn't remember, she only remembered that from that moment she germinated the idea of going to Buzhou Mountain.

No, Zhou Shan, Du Er told her, Huang Long also said, the most detailed one recently, but Yu Ding inquired about the information from the Boundless Old Dao.

Shi Ji listened to the words of the witches in his ears, and corrected in his heart that he was not going around the mountain, every word was a mountain and soil, every word was a mountain and a stone, and a soil and a stone were all inconsiderate.

The closer and closer, the Buzhou Mountain in Shi Ji's heart is getting higher and higher, she looks up, she worships, she desires, the feelings watered by a hundred years of wind and rain are growing taller, reason can no longer be restrained, the body can no longer be limited, and the strong feelings surpass everything.

She looked feverishly ahead and walked faster and faster, she crossed all the witches, she unconsciously grabbed December's hand and walked forward, she forgot everything, only thoughtless in her heart, this is an unstoppable emotional torrent!

One by one, the witches were quiet, all the witches were red-eyed, they remembered their feelings when they first came to Buzhou Mountain, they were excited, they were worried, their hearts did not belong to them anymore, they wanted to see the Father, they were willing to dig out their whole hearts and hold them in front of the Father to express their strong feelings......

They are witches, children of God the Father.

They are not as pious as the violinist, they were brought by the elders, they were teleported by the witch array, but the violinist came step by step, and after a hundred years, they all understood.

The wind is getting more and more urgent, the snow is getting bigger and bigger, in the wind and snow, the green silk sleet flies south, the green robe is wrapped in agitation, and the footprints behind him are as always, the step distance is the same, and the depth is the same.

The wind and snow are unhindered, more persistent, two footprints, more sincere, closer...... It's closer......

Suddenly, she froze!

Her abundant emotions turned into two hot streams and cathartic......

With a 'boom', the Buzhou Mountain that she had built for a hundred years in her heart coincided with the majestic snow-capped mountain in front of her.

"Bu Zhou Shan, I see you!" two lines of tears, endless joy.

Shi Ji moved forward step by step, this time, she walked very slowly, she stopped step by step, bowed step by step, and made a pilgrimage to the holy mountain.

At this time, it is no longer just a mountain, but a wish.

A hundred years ago, she set out from the Wu clan and embarked on the road to the west, which was just a thought at first.

As a person of later generations, if you come to the flood by chance, if you don't even look at the first mountain in heaven and earth, Buzhou Mountain, it will not be a lifelong regret.

A thought, a wish.

She went all the way to the west, and the most she encountered was Wu, and it was also Wu that moved and warmed her, Lao Wu, Qingyu, and Xiao Ya'er...... Mu Xue, Xing Tian......

Touched again and again, a little bit warm, her heart approached Wu.

Again and again, shocked again and again, her heart accepted the witch.

Feeling again and again, one by one witch music, her heart became a witch.

Her thought gave birth to a wish, she not only wanted to see Buzhou Mountain, she also wanted to worship Pangu, with the qin as the heart, with music as the sacrifice, to sacrifice Pangu, Pangu sacrifice.

This wish, with her footsteps, went deeper and deeper, and sank more and more.

When all passion is exhausted, only persistence, only persistence can move forward with more and more heavy wishes, she has been walking, never looking back, no complaints, no encouragement, just silently walking, in one direction, nothing else into the heart.

A hundred-year-old wish has long been as heavy as a mountain.