The true qi on Chen Qing's body had been exhausted, and even if he used the "Nine Yin Wind Wood Technique" to recover, it would take a while, and in this moment, how could he be able to stop those stone generals and lava soldiers?

Chen Qing raised his hand, not surrendering, but struggling to block the falling knife of the stone general.

Chen Qing was mentally prepared for his arm to be chopped off, but when the knife fell, the huge impact did not make Chen Qing retreat.

I only heard a "bang", and the knife fell on the "Bronze Tiger Talisman" held by Chen Qing in both hands, and with a strong light, Chen Qing came to another world.

A world outside the story!

Late autumn is coming, and the qi of heaven and earth is hidden in the earth. Most of Luoshui has flowed to all continents and seas. Therefore, the left bank has that "strange rocky" scene, the bottom of the rock is eroded by the river water into a strange appearance, can not help but let the people born on the bank of the Luoshui River feel awe, when the Luohe River is full, the surface is like the little lady next door, thousands of charming. But once she revealed her true colors, she became Luo Shui like a beast.

At this time of year, people living on the left and right banks of Luoshui "honor" the river god with the most abundant grain of the year. People living on both sides of the strait have had a similar name for generations

Zolo people.

Youluo people.

Although the two tribes are separated by the Luo River, they do not interact with each other. Only on the day of the Luohe sacrifice that has been handed down, they looked across the river from each other.

This is not a look of sympathy, but a monstrous hatred. If eyes could kill, then the Luo people might have become the mud and sand under the Luo River a long time ago.

The left and right are like fire and water, and this has been the case since ancient times.

The strange thing is that although there is a deep blood feud, none of the Zuoluo people have ever been to the right bank, and the right Luo people have never been to the left bank, which has become a conventional rule, and it is a natural law for the Luo people on both sides of the strait.

Of course, the first to question this law of nature was a left-bank teenager whose name was Hooligan.

On the first day when the water receded, he came to the bottom of the river and found a large stone where he was lying comfortably, and sat on it from time to time, his eyes falling on the right bank. Sometimes he lay on it, propped his head with his hands up, and opened his eyes to the clouds in the sky.

When the wind and clouds dispersed, he looked in his eyes, but he didn't pay attention, because his heart was always on the other side of the Luo River.

The people who grew up living with him on the Left Bank thought he was really boring and unprofessional. talked nonsense behind his back, but he never cared.

He only cares about the world on the right bank.

He is a left-bank man who always thinks about the right bank.

It was another early morning, and the hooligans came to Luohe, and lay down on the big rock with a familiar car, and just closed their eyes, when they were suddenly frightened by a shout and fell off the big stone.

"Hooligans!"

He slowly got up from the ground and saw the girl who had been hiding on the side of the big rock for a long time and was playing a prank.

He rubbed his ass with a resentful look in his eyes.

The girl is dressed simply, her eyes are smart, and she smiles and smiles. Like a happy finch, it jumped on the big rock at once, followed the example of a hooligan, supported its chin with one hand, and looked sideways at the hooligan lying on the side of the stone, with an irrepressible smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Hooligans, why are you here again?"

The hooligan did not answer the question, but stretched out a hand and gently pinched the girl's cheek, and also jumped on the stone, pillowing his hands, looking at the clouds in the sky, thoughtful.

Seeing that this childhood sweetheart who grew up together ignored herself, the girl was a little annoyed, and pulled up the green silk on both sides of her sideburns with her hands, and the tip of her hair gently scratched the cheeks of the hooligan, itchy.

At first, he could endure this slight friction, but gradually it turned into wantonness, and the scoundrel finally couldn't help but laugh. After measuring his body, he pinched the girl's cheek again, but this time he deliberately increased his strength.

Maybe it hurt the girl, she turned over on the horse and rode on the body of the hooligan, and the two of them frolicked on a big rock, but they forgot the problem just now.

Teenagers don't know what it's like to be sad, and only at this age can they really know how to be at ease and carefree.

"Cai Wei, Cai Wei, Father is looking for you with the priest, you hurry up and take a look. In the distance, a child stood on the bank of the river and shouted loudly, he didn't dare to go down to the bottom of the river casually, he would be beaten by his father.

When the girl heard someone calling her, she stopped playing for a while, raised her head to look at the child on the shore and asked, "Xiaojun, what is Father looking for me?"

"I don't know, anyway, Father looks very happy. The child tilted his head sideways on the shore and said, as if he was thinking about his father.

But as soon as he left his voice, he was frightened by the voice of a majestic middle-aged man behind him.

"Boy, you're bullying my daughter again, see if I don't break your leg today. The middle-aged man thought that he was the father of the child and Cai Wei, he was tall, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and he really held a stick in his hand.

"Run, run, run. Cai Wei reminded loudly on the side.

When the hooligan saw this posture, he immediately flipped off the stone and ran away, until the man did not chase after him, and then stopped to look at what was happening over there. There were a few faint sounds of children's screams, and finally the middle-aged man carried the child on his back and led the girl in the direction of the distant tribe.

As soon as she got to the shore, Cai Wei turned her head and grimaced at the big rock where the gangster was hiding.

After they were all gone, the banks of the Luo River became quiet again, but the gangsters were not in the mood to stay on the shore.

He took a deep look at the opposite shore, where the weeds moved in the wind. Then he turned around and was going back to the tribe. He didn't answer Caiwei's question, he was on the shore just to see someone......

The leaves are pale, and the white dew is frost.

The so-called Iraqi people are on the water side.

......

The day of worship to the river god was approaching, and the whole tribe began to fall into a state of tension, which had become even more oppressive since the high priest appeared that day. Although everything is done the same on a daily basis, everything that was done before was for the sake of the tribe, and what is done now is for the sake of the river god. Therefore, every household attaches great importance to it.

For example, on weekdays, the people of the tribe rested from sunrise to sunset, and it was almost impossible to see the shamans living in the caves of Yutai Mountain, and the people below the mountain were led by the patriarch's family to bring food and living expenses up the mountain every other day. It seems that I have never seen a person from the mountain come down the mountain except for the sacrifice.

Although mysterious, these shamans are not terrifying, but they are the guardians of this tribe, and they go to the gods to pray for good weather and protect the rituals that have been passed down from Luoshui for thousands of years.

There are three high priests and nine high elders in this tribe. The three priests are responsible for the sacrificial duties of connecting the heavens, the earth, and all living beings. And the nine elders manage all the daily lives of this tribe.

He has lived in this tribe since he was a child, but he has no father or mother. One night fifteen years ago, the patriarch of the Zoro tribe, the old man who had lived for more than one hundred and twenty years, brought him back to the tribe by the Luoshui River, raised him, and became a member of the Zoluo tribe.

He is fifteen years old this year, and in another year he will be able to go out hunting with the second elder Gan Xiang and his friends in the tribe. In fact, ordinary children can already fight with jackals in the mountains alone at his age, but he is different, he is naturally lazy, those partners joke that he is timid, in fact, only he knows that he is not timid, but afraid of death.

After all, when he came to this world, he hadn't figured out what the world outside Luoshui was like, and he still wanted to keep this precious life to see the outside world and see the people on the other side of the Luohe River.

So at this time, when the strong men of the tribe were going out to hunt for the sacrifice, the hooligan and some of the women of the tribe gathered around the pond and made the idol of the god Luohe out of cut bamboo and good earth. This is a sacred thing, and the bamboo used must be covered with vitality in the morning, and the soil is also clean soil that has not been used for its fragrance, as well as Luo water from the Luo River.

The scoundrel shuttled back and forth between the clever and busy aunts and sisters, and where did he have the interest to do these things, so bored that he had to take on the task of carrying water.

Older women do things quietly, and don't dare to talk about how their men are doing when they do such sacred things, but those women who are younger and haven't married have so many scruples, and they can chat with hooligans while doing things.

He didn't have any sacred affection for the sacrifice, because he clearly remembered that there was a young lady who loved him very much, and in a sacrifice, in the midst of the prayers of the whole tribe, she wore that beautiful flower dress and walked into Luoshui, and never saw her again.

When he grew up, he always wanted to find the young lady, but he couldn't find it, and the patriarch's grandfather told him that the young lady had become the god of Luohe, and she would bless all the Zuoluo people and multiply. Since then, the rogue has appeared in his dreams countless times.

Maybe that's why you love Luoshui.

After a while, the hooligan felt bored, she hadn't seen Cai Wei's girl for the past few days, probably because she was strictly disciplined by her father and didn't let her come out to mess around. Remembering that before the start of the sacrifice last year, the two of them carved their names behind the statue of the god Luohe, and were shocked by the people who found the entire tribe afterwards, and only made a new statue day and night the night before the official sacrifice, and that time he was beaten for the first time, and now I think about it at that time, it was really stupid.

Why do you engrave your name?

When the sacrifice came, the whole tribe was very lively, only one of them seemed to have escaped from there, and came to the big stone by Luoshui, he had not been here for a few days, and today he suddenly found that Luoshui seemed to be missing something.

Yes, it seems that the whole aura has gone and turned into a stagnant water.

Such an important thing is only a hooligan who has not thought about it carefully, but it feels strange and does not have any doubts. But he didn't want to face this deathly Luoshui.

The hooligan was a little depressed, lying on a big rock and looking at the sky, and before he knew it, he fell into a deep sleep.

He had a dream in which he remembered a world that had not appeared in his memory for many years and was about to be forgotten, and he remembered a word from that world.

You stand on the bridge and look at the view, and the people watching the view are watching you from upstairs. The bright moon decorates your windows, and you decorate other people's dreams.

In the hooligan's dream, he was decorated with an invisible shadow, and when he woke up, he forgot whose dream ornament he should be?

Unconsciously, the hooligan wiped the tears left on his face, "I can't go back." He said to himself, desperate.

"In that case, let's live well. ”

It seems that there is no causal relationship in a sentence, but it actually makes a lot of sense.

He got up and left this place, he knew that he would not come to this place again until the day of the sacrifice, what he didn't know was that two words appeared on the big rock where he had just slept after he got up and left

"Roselle. ”

When he returned to the tribe, he saw the joy on the faces of the two oncoming teenagers. One was tall and mighty, the other was also very muscular, and they were dressed in animal clothes with red sashes on their heads.

The grandson of the four elders has no phase, and the grandson of the seventh elder is Yun Zhong.

"Hooligans, it's a shame not to have you today, do you know where Father took us to?" Wuxiang ran all the way over, putting one hand on the rogue's shoulder.

"Isn't it common to go to Muye for hunting? Could it be that you went to Wudang Mountain?"

"Hooligans, you're really amazing, you've guessed it. This is the first time my father has taken us, and my heart has been beating since I entered Wudang Mountain, and it hasn't stopped until now. As he spoke, he took one of the gangster's hands and put it on his heart, and sure enough, the gangster could feel the power coming from that body.

The hooligan was even more depressed, he knew that he was going to Wudang Mountain today, but it was a pity.

Seeing the frustrated appearance, Wuxiang couldn't continue to talk about what happened in Wudang Mountain in the afternoon, but the young man named Yun Zhong just looked at these two partners who grew up together with a smile on his face, and he was very happy.

"By the way, hooligan, have you seen Cai Wei's girl recently? I haven't seen her for a few days, this girl is usually crazy, wherever there is excitement, there is her shadow, why has it been quiet these days, and I can't even see a figure. Mo was either sick or grounded by her father. ”

He shook his head, "I don't know, she hasn't shown up in days. I'll go to her house tomorrow to see if she's really sick. ”

"Good. Wuxiang nodded, then patted the scoundrel's shoulder and pointed to the campfire in the distance, "Let's go, have a good drink." ”

He looked into the distance and shook his head with difficulty.

Wuxiang smiled and said, "It's the Du wine brewed by the fifth elder grandfather himself." ”

"This...", the scoundrel thought thoughtfully.

Then the girl ran towards the bonfire, and Wuxiang laughed and chased after him, leaving the stupid big man scratching his head in place, he didn't understand what these two people said just now, but he could feel the happiness of his partner, so he was also very happy, and chased after him.

A night of bonfires, gold bottles to the moon.

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