"The sky is above it, the earth is under it, Pangu is in between, the sky is one zhang high, the earth is one zhang thick, and Pangu is one zhang long, so eight thousand years old. The number of days is extremely high, the number of places is extremely deep, Pangu is extremely long, and the height of the circumference is far more than 6.57 million zhang. ”

Shi Ji stood at the foot of Buzhou Mountain and looked up at Buzhou, she was still as small as dust, and Buzhou still supported a world. With a sigh of relief, she was going up the mountain.

After a hundred years of westward travel and three years of preparation, she is finally going up the mountain.

Shi Ji helped Taichu on his back, reached out and clenched December's little hand, raised his feet and took the first step of mountaineering.

She didn't look back, even if there were dense witches gathered behind her, earth witches, heavenly witches, great witches, Xiangliu, candle flames, Xingtian, Yibei, Qingya, Xuanyu, what should be said, what should be explained, in the past three years, it has been said.

From this point on, she will forget about what happened before and after her.

There is only thoughtfulness in the eyes, and there is only Pangu in the heart.

She wants to walk up from the feet of Pangu step by step, feel step by step, and move step by step.

She wants to use the cleanest heart, the most pious heart, and the most persistent heart to take every step and keep it the same.

She studied witch literature all over the world, read through witch spells, she watched all witch god sacrifices, composed twelve witch god movements, it took three years and 28 days, she integrated witch literature through witch spells and cast a broad witch heart.

She is good at reading witches, she is good at listening to witch spells, she can understand all the witch's voices, the witch's heartbeat, the witch's pulse, the witch's breath, the witch's breath, if Pangu is also a witch, she can also hear, hear everything she wants to hear.

The wind was strong, but she did not dare to whimper in her ear, the snow was so heavy that it fell silently, and she walked slowly, but straight, as straight as her spine.

December walked easily, perhaps because Shiji didn't take many steps, and December walked quietly because she knew that she couldn't make noise to her aunt, which was important to her aunt.

The witches under the mountain bowed down to see each other, and the great witch praised the father, the great witch punished the sky, the great witch sandfly, and the great witch screened...... All so, for her fearlessness, for her courage.

She is more than lucky.

Heaven and earth are connected by a mountain, the witch is at this end, and the demon is at the other end, except for the two lich wars, the two sides are not blocked, and the upper and lower sides are not connected.

For thousands of years, no one has climbed it.

Today, she has to walk step by step, and walk through this only road to heaven in the wilderness.

She farther and farther away, like a speck of dust, blending into the light.

Qingya burst into tears, Xuanyu's eyes were hot, three years of getting along day and night, and three years of earnest teaching......

Facing the wind, stepping on the snow, there is always a sound under the feet of light or heavy into Shi Ji's ears, the light sound is the sound of the soil of Buzhou Mountain, the accent is the stone sound of Buzhou Mountain, she stepped on the Buzhou Mountain and listened to the mountain language of Buzhou Mountain.

A piece of soil and a stone, all of which are not thoughtful, she reads the mountains little by little, and the wind and snow cannot hinder her steps, nor can they cut off the sound she wants to hear.

She walked from day to night, starry sky, and from night to day, golden crows rose in the east, day and night alternated, she didn't know how long she walked, and finally her eyes were happy.

She let go of December's hand, untied the primordial, sat on the ground, the long qin rested on her knees, her hands stroked the qin, the sound of the qin jumped out of her fingertips, and the sonorous witch spell was chanted in her mouth.

The sound of iron bones is loud, and the sound of gold and stone is choked.

......

"Listen ......"

"The luthier's harp. ”

One by one, the witches guarding at the bottom of the mountain held their breath and listened.

It wasn't until the last note dissipated that the sorcerer spoke: "It's the Golden God Sacrifice of Lord Harvest!"

"It's a golden god sacrifice...... It's the Golden God Sacrifice ......"

One by one, the sorcerers rejoiced, they heard the harp of the luthier, they heard.

......

After playing a song, Shi Ji couldn't come back to her senses for a long time, she went from the skin to the reason, found the bones, the bones of Buzhou Mountain, the iron bones, she listened to the bone sound, felt the bone rhyme, and on a starry night in a month, she woke up.

December crouched next to her and collected snowballs, a circle of snowballs that surrounded her in the middle.

Shi Ji stood up and put the piano on his back, dusted off the snow on his body, and wrapped December's cold little hand in his palm.

The rabbit jumped up to Shiji and happily rubbed Shiji's arm.

It's cold in the heights, and it's really cold at night in the mountains.