Li Shuishan was thin and weak, holding a small bamboo pole in his hand, and learned from them to find different mulberry leaves in it, and where the mulberry leaves fell, they were all yellow and green. He grabbed a mulberry leaf between his fingertips, put it between his nose and sniffed it, and hurriedly held it in his hand. This is the first all-green leaf he found, representing the artistic conception of cyan.

He blocked the old man's view, and his children and grandchildren pulled him away along his shoulders, leaving a large space that would all be crowded together.

This is the last cigarette closure in a year, because of the shift of the sun and moon this year, there is one more opportunity to show here. This opportunity is set for today, and today is the winter color, only the anxious summer.

"We all missed once, and this time we all had to cast a piece. ”

This piece is their life's prayer for Taiping Town and Taiping, and it is also for their future life to be smooth and smooth, and there are not too many bad things to happen.

They were all in a hurry, and for some reason, they all became more impetuous than before, and said more directly and exaggeratedly: "We are all the descendants of your protection, and we bless our family with a lot of wealth." ”

When the old man heard this, he immediately taught his children and grandchildren, and said one by one: "If I die, don't fight for my family property." I had all my clothes gone, and I had a title deed left in my house. I took it. ”

A group of descendants knelt on the ground and watched the old man gradually close his eyes, his son ran out, rushed into the crowd, picked up a handful of mulberry leaves and threw them in the smoke stove, looked at the old man smiled and closed his eyes, and turned to ignore the cigarette man's scolding.

A few steps away from the old man, he knelt down in one step, a few lines of tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, and he muttered in his mouth: "Dad, let's go." ”

The old man was like a Taoist who had come out of his shell, and there was an extra confused figure on his body, and his soul was flying, Li Shuishan turned around and smiled at this soul.

There was a hint of ignorance in the old man's soul, and he nodded and flew away.

"Your father is gone, you don't have to kneel. ”

The old man's son cried and said, "Where is my father?"

"Went where he wanted to go the most, it was quiet. The old man's son did not calm down, and continued to kneel on the ground, listening to the words of the smoker, which made Li Shuishan very clear.

The older generation of Taiping Town is here to be cut off, and after he leaves, this place is like an emptiness, and no one remembers what the older generation said under the tree.

They had a hard time all their lives, and they migrated here and settled down with great difficulty.

But he has not seen how bitter the bitterness in their eyes is, like a boat on bitter water, or a person who has seen through the mountains. The root cause of everything is just that the lord of Chushui Kingdom advanced into Zhoushui Country with his army, ten thousand horses broke through the iron gate, and Jingzhou was unguarded. Those who do not adapt to the water and soil here will surely die violently in another country.

Maybe they're all just looking for a chance to fight back here with a lot of enthusiasm. Here, it is a pure land, and it is also a place where the corpses are abandoned with a murderous atmosphere.

This place does not belong to the Water Zhou Kingdom.

"The country of Shuizhou is really a country of powerlessness. He couldn't help but think that the national capital of Guotai and Min'an was now afraid that it was a place to bury corpses, and he thought about several of the different era names.

One is the Mulberry Year, and the other is the Taiqing Year.

This mulberry year has been called here for decades, and the Taiqing year is a fixed number, moving with the time migration of Chu Shuiguo.

Three flowers become a water and wood Qinghua, one flower is primitive, two flowers are the founding of the country, and three flowers are Taizhi.

The three flowers have been presented, and all that remains is peace.

Li Shuishan understood a little, took the old man's son by arm, and said to him: "In the future, you can follow the old man's last wish and make your own career in Taiping Town." Instead of the size of the demand, he walked out of Taiping Town, don't forget your identity. ”

The old man's son was stunned, not knowing what the young man was talking nonsense.

And he got up and bowed down to him. This worship knows that this person is a middle-aged man with knowledge and some etiquette.

Li Shuishan is more like an ugly, sven teenager, saying something to these people who are dozens of years older than him, causing the people around him to stare dryly.

He patted his head and walked away.

He went to a secluded place, where there was no one there, and only the sound of cicadas under the trees could be heard in the distance, mixed with some incomprehensible currents, and he forgot a little about the things in Taiping Town, and gradually blurred his eyes. He reached out and groped for himself for a long time, but could not find any scrolls.

Gradually, I was a little disappointed.

On Xiangshan, the leaves were messy, and a figure rushed in the distance, this fat body, provoked by the black tail, blocked Li Shuishan's way. At first glance, he didn't recognize the shadow, but when he saw the cat's face, he said to it, "How did you become so obese?"

The smoke of the flower cat was completely dyed black, and he listened to his words: "Grandma, the master has been waiting for you for a long time." ”

This sentence made Li Shuishan's face darken, just like the color of this cat's coat, and he exclaimed: "When will you be able to speak human words?"

"Human words?" The cat jumped into a pool, swam in it for a while, turned around, and took a look, but in Li Shuishan's ears, it was heard as "refreshing", Li Shuishan couldn't help but think about whether this was revenge, or a punishment for ignoring his time.

"It's really human talk. Li Shuishan was really frightened, and he knew that this was like a "demon" in the book. But it all changed so quickly that he was a little uncomfortable.

He returned to his "Aoi Cave" and pulled out two scrolls, one was "Broken Mess", and the other was the book that the storyteller gave to Zhiwei. He spread it out, a little tired in his heart, these words were a little tired just after he saw them, not to mention that this one had tens of thousands of words.

Hua Mao's words became words that Li Shuishan couldn't forget all night, and he immediately talked to Hua Mao and said, "You say, do you want to leave here with me?"

The cat licked her cat scratch and said to him, "Is it possible that you still want to let me look for food in the mountains." Maybe I don't want to. ”

"Why don't you want to?" Li Shuishan said disgustedly.

"You're too poor to support me. ”

A drop of cold sweat slipped from the top of Li Shuishan's head, this flower cat has been by his side for a long time, and he has become so smart.

He shook his head and said, "No, if you go with me, there is nothing, just my body, if you are hungry, gnaw me!"

The flower cat took a nap and didn't listen to him, and he didn't want to take the flower cat to suffer together, maybe it really became a demon as this book of Zhiwei said. Such a wise demon is just a little pitiful, and he didn't find him a female cat to accompany him.

There are still a few families in Taiping Town, but they don't know male and female.

"You're still a little fascinated by me. He was fascinated by the experience of the cat, but the strange things that happened to him had completely paralyzed his mind, and he didn't even know if he could become a wise being in the minds of others.

"Wisdom?"

"What is wisdom?"

As the book says, wisdom represents everything when the sun and the moon change, and the secret that has been known in the human heart. It is as if this wisdom is the natural law that can be comprehended between the birth and death of all things, and it has seen through the nature of life, but it is far from reaching the state of perfection. ”

This wisdom may be the understanding of the relationship between the two beings and nature, but it is not through a wisdom that comprehends nature that the Taoist gives birth to a transcendent and transparent mind, grasps the laws of time and all things, and understands the realm of survival and cultivation, the purpose and result of which are extremely important, and thoroughly understands the principle of existence. ”

He seemed to understand something.

But he still shook his head.

Because he understood, the tragic fate of the cowherd boy in his dream, he hesitated, he didn't know what choice to make, he looked at the starry sky at night, "What I see is different from being human, am I the one who was chosen to be the one to bear?"

"Why did you choose me?" he wanted to be ordinary, but with the reflection of starlight in his eyes, he was not willing to be ordinary.

The first time he saw the reflection under the tree was in the water, and what he saw in his mind was that the tree was not just swaying in the wind. And by the tree, a drunken man sitting.

A drunk person just can't see his face clearly, only one nose, two eyes, and fluffy hair. The woman walking around, carrying a lantern, was looking for the drunken man, and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, scolding him for his incompetence. couldn't give the woman the life she wanted, but fell to her knees again and kowtowed to the woman a few times.

A man has gold under his knees, so why not?

If you don't kneel, you're sorry for the ambition in your heart, and kneeling is a denial of the first half of your life.

Coming back to his senses, Li Shuishan felt this inexplicable feeling, that is, this feeling that could be controlled by nature at will, but this feeling was not flexible and could not be arbitrary. Only when he settles down and thinks quietly.

He smiled bitterly and realized the surprise of the flower cat.

It's not that it has become a demon, but that it has become a different mortal itself.

He turned his head to look at everything in the room, lost in thought, he forgot about a person, he forgot about a newly married couple.

No matter how you think about it, you just can't remember the faces of the three people, you can't remember their names, maybe they really don't exist.

"Why can't I remember?"

"I seem to remember ....."

"Really, not?"

.......

.......

Outside, the storyteller, who had been staring at the faint light on the mountain, sat alone, holding in his arms a long sword wrapped in cloth, which glittered in the dark night, and was sometimes polished by the storyteller with his palm, with a hint of respect, but sometimes with a hint of bitterness.

The sword is so lonely.

The young man he saw, the lantern worms that looked like fireflies hanging in the air above his head, were the only ones he could see, and no one could see that these things really existed in the world in the books he wrote.

Not mortal.

It's a monk.

I have completely mastered the power of cultivation, and I won't get angry with mortals here easily, but unfortunately it's not.....

He himself is An Qian.

Historian of civil and military affairs.

.......

Recommend Yu Dada's book "Night Horror Coffin"!

Inside there are square huskies, triangular phones...... It's funny, it's scary, it's more immersive than you can imagine.

5 star recommendation!