The rain became heavier and heavier, and Xiao Peng stumbled to the ferry, but the surface of the stream was still white, and the fairy-like figure never appeared. He ran across the bluestone bridge again, ran past the old peach tree, and went to the half-mountain pavilion.

The old peach tree opened his eyes slightly and looked at the back of the little boy, and after a while, the figure disappeared on the mountain road.

The Mid-Levels Pavilion is located on the hill to the west of the small courtyard, on the mountainside on the other side of the mountain. When the white begonia was all over the mountains to find the way, I found this place, you can see a big river rushing away in the distance, the river bank is full of black tree trees, in late autumn, the red orange, yellow and green are like two ribbons wrapped around the blue waves, which is beautiful.

It's a pity that the beautiful scenery is close in front of you, but far away in the sky, no matter how you go, Baitang can't walk to the river, and finally can only build this pavilion in this place, named "Banshan Pavilion", talk to relieve your feelings.

He also named the river, called "Chixia River", he pointed to the Chixia River and said to Xiao Peng: "You look at the width of the water surface, I think the 'river' can't highlight its magnificence, it must be a river." ”

Every time he sat in the pavilion and looked out from afar by the railing, drinking and drinking himself, he would wonder if Yun Ze would suddenly appear on the Chixia River, and return with a lonely sail in the distance.

Xiao Peng ran to the mid-mountain pavilion in one breath, panting and sitting on the stone bench in the pavilion, the Chixia River in the distance was blocked by rain and fog, and the whole world was gray.

His heart was very confused, he didn't dare to face Bai Tang and Xiaozhi now, he was afraid that the secret he found would be known to them, but he faintly felt that he should tell them this secret. He had never been so conflicted, and he couldn't help but lie down on the stone table and cry.

I don't know how long later, when Xiaozhi found him, he found that he was cold, and his big eyes were swollen into two peaches. Xiaozhi held him in his arms, sighed, and said softly, "You've found a way to get out, haven't you?"

The children in the mountains are simple, and when they see Xiao Peng's panicked appearance, Bai Tang and Xiao Zhi can guess some clues.

Xiao Peng buried his head in Xiao Zhi's arms, and after a long time, he said in an urn voice: "Sister, ......"

As if he had made a lot of determination, he looked up at Xiao Zhi, his red and swollen eyes were misty again, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Sister, is Master really in danger? I don't want you to go down the mountain, we have never gone out, and I am afraid that you will not come back." Sister, will you take me with you?"

Xiaozhi rubbed his damp and unkempt hair and said, "You must stay here, in case Master returns, you must tell him that I have gone out to find him." With Uncle Bai here, you don't have to worry about me, he's a demon king. ”

Xiao Peng sniffed and said, "Who knows if he is a demon king, have you ever seen a demon king who loves to eat bread and farm." When Master brought him here, you saw his injuries with your own eyes. I think he's just bragging......"

"Xiao Peng, don't say that about Uncle Bai. Master's teachings that we can't speak ill of people behind our backs, have you forgotten?" Xiaozhi interrupted him, frowning.

Xiao Peng pursed his lips and lowered his voice: "I'm sorry, I'm not afraid that he won't be able to protect you?"

The rain of late autumn urged the night to come, and seeing that it was gradually darkening, Xiaozhi took Xiaopeng's hand, put the hat on his head, pinched his cold and pale little face, and said with a smile: "Then you can protect me?"

Xiao Peng's face turned whiter, pursed his lips and did not speak, and let the twigs pull him to stagger forward on the mountain road in the rain.

Bai Tang made all the noodles at home into cakes in the afternoon, piled them all over the kitchen board, and went to the mountains to hunt a hare.

Bai Tang kneaded his sore arm, kneading the dough was really hard work. chewed a bite of bread, took another sip of wine, looked at the loveless appearance of the mallet, and sighed secretly in his heart.

Wait until Xiaozhi Xiaopeng comes back, just in time for dinner.

It is rare for everyone to gather together, although the mallet can't eat, it does not delay it lying on the side of the wooden couch and flowing and laughing; Xiao Hei licks his paws and pounces on the sparks, and has a lot of fun; the taro nests in Xiao Peng's arms and stares at the cross-eyed to watch the little black pounce on the sparks; even Xiao Bai, who sleeps all day long, changes the ground, curls up by the fire, and sleeps......

Xiao Peng silently gnawed on the rabbit leg and did not speak.

Xiao Zhi glanced at him and said to Bai Tang: "Every time before the master goes down the mountain, he will ask Xiao Peng to go to the back mountain to pick red beans and fruits, Xiao Peng's hand will be pricked and bloody every time, and then the master will help him wipe the blood stains, and every time he wipes the handkerchief with blood stains, the master will hide it in his sleeve." It stands to reason that this kind of blood-stained veil should be thrown away, but Master seems to cherish it. ”

The fact that the twig uses three "each time" in a row shows that this is not a coincidence.

Bai Tang also thought that this matter should be related to the red bean fruit, and when he heard Xiaozhi say this, he found that Xiao Peng's blood might be the key.

Xiao Peng said slowly: "The last time Master helped me wipe my hands, an old handkerchief fell from my sleeve, and the handkerchief was stained with dark red blood stains, and it looked like it had been put for many years, I felt familiar, and I couldn't help but want to take a closer look, but Master hid the handkerchief in his sleeve in a little panic. At that time, I just wondered why the master kept such a handkerchief and carried it with him. Now that I think about it, it must have been the handkerchief that Master used to wipe my blood stains the last time. Maybe...... My blood can open this barrier, or rather, my blood can open the barrier when it is stained with the juice of the red bean fruit. The master kept the veil to open the barrier when he returned. ”

Xiao Peng stretched out his hand, the scar left by the last time he picked the red bean fruit had long healed, his pale and slender hand was bright and dark in the firelight, he looked at his hand in a daze, the taro seemed to feel the depression in his heart, and nestled motionless in his arms.

Although he is an eight or nine-year-old child, Xiao Peng has spent two or three thousand years in this mountain, and he is simple-minded but not stupid.

Xiaozhi grabbed Xiao Peng's hand, rubbed it gently, and said, "Tomorrow, let's pick a red bean fruit and try it first, if it doesn't work, we will think of other ways." Don't worry, I will definitely come back, and Master will definitely come back. ”

Bai Tang didn't feel good in his heart, he would rather run around the mountains and fields to find a way, rather than Xiao Peng using blood to open the way, but if this was the only way, he had to do it. He couldn't stay in this valley forever, and he never belonged here.

The firewood burned red, and gradually stopped sparking, and Xiao Hei fell asleep in the arms of Xiao Zhi, and the beasts in this courtyard knew to lean on a warm place.

There was silence, the autumn rain of the past few days had gradually ceased to fall, the mountains were filled with fog, the night was deeper, and the chill was heavier.

The raindrops under the eaves ticked and ticked, knocking on the heart.