Wubu Village is a village in Yeosu County, southeast of Liyang Prefecture. A horse-drawn carriage slowly moves along a muddy path after the rain. The driver was a handsome young man wearing a black felt hat.

When the carriage approached Wubu Village, there were many brick kilns on the side of the road that were one person tall and no longer than a foot long. It's just that all four sides of the brick kiln are sealed with bricks and yellow mud, I don't know why.

Ding Ye opened the car door behind him and said to Yun Xuelan, who was flipping through a newspaper from Tangzhou's mansion: "Do you recognize what these brick kilns are for? Why are there so many?"

Yun Xuelan, who was wearing a middle-aged mask, put down a stack of papers in her hand and poked her head out to look out the window. Seeing the brick kilns scattered on the side of the road, Yun Xuelan couldn't help frowning.

"This thing is like a grave, and it makes people feel uncomfortable to look at. Seeing that Yun Xuelan ignored himself, Ding Ye muttered to himself.

"Ran" Rin Tan, whose face had returned to normal color, softly spat out a word, his voice was extremely soft and cold, as if he was humming a breath from his nostrils.

The young man driving the car was stunned for a moment, and he stared at the cold-faced young man in a black robe in disbelief, "Isn't it, Ice Cube, the sun is coming out of the west? Hearing the words of the young man in the black felt hat, Yun Xuelan and Rin Tan pouted at the same time.

"However, what did you just say?" Ding Ye, who had recovered from his flattered emotions, realized that he had not heard the words of the cold young man before, so he continued to ask. It's just that the latter, like before, has practiced closed-mouth meditation. Ding Ye, who had long been accustomed to seeing it, turned his gaze to Yun Xuelan again. It's just that the sickly middle-aged man has some lewd smiles on his face, which makes the appetite of the young man who is still unacceptable for a few days churn again.

The carriage continued to move forward, and the brick kilns on the side of the road became more and more dense. It's just that the closer you get to the entrance of the village, the more the masonry looks like it's freshly built.

"Look, there are some brick kilns in front that are not completely built, so let's go over and have a look. Ding Ye, who was driving, pointed to several brick kiln roads not far away. One of the walls of these brick kilns was not dead, but of different heights, except that from the car it looked like the walls were black rumbling.

Just as Ding Ye was about to drive to check, Rin Tan in the car behind him frowned, and two cold rays flashed in his eyes. The young man in the black felt hat suddenly felt stiff, his hands and feet did not obey the call, and after a while, the young man in a cold sweat twisted his neck with difficulty and glared at the young man in black who had closed his eyes again in the carriage. Just feeling the cold aura emanating from the latter's body, he retracted his neck again, and then turned his head to look at Yun Xuelan aggrievedly.

"I'd advise you not to look at it, it's not a good thing to be too curious. Yun Xuelan said to Ding Ye with a rare and extremely solemn expression.

The young man in the black felt hat was shocked by the unusual performance of the two people in front of him, and turned around stupidly. At this moment, several figures from the direction of the village entrance walked towards this side with something in their hands. When the visitors saw the carriage heading towards the village, they stopped for a moment, and then they each walked towards several brick kilns whose walls were not completely built.

Because of the distance, Ding Ye only saw these people take out something from the basket they were carrying and put it into the kiln, and then took out a brick for building the wall and added a brick to the unfinished wall. When it was all done, they walked back to the entrance of the village without a word.

When the carriage passed through these unfinished brick kilns, Ding Ye, who was full of curiosity, deliberately lowered the speed of the carriage, and looked at several brick kilns with a long neck, "Did you hear any sound?" Ding Ye couldn't help but turn around after all.

Seeing that the two behind him were still deaf to his words, the young man muttered, "There is indeed a sound, coming from those brick kilns. Isn't there some kind of living creature in there?"

It's just that what Ding Ye didn't expect was that Yun Xuelan actually confirmed his guess. It's just that when he wanted to continue to ask, he saw the threat in Yun Xuelan's eyes, you don't want to take an inch.

Just as the young man in the black felt hat was wondering what kind of animal was raised in the brick kiln. But thinking of the identities and skills of Rin Tan and Yun Xuelan, the young man felt that this might be some strange things unique to the martial arts world, such as the one in Yun Xuelan's arms who was snoring loudly, looking like a briquette, but when he was called a little beast called tofu, another person came out of the village, a woman carrying a basket in her hand.

The woman looks about twenty years old, and she doesn't look like a peugeot, but it is reasonable compared to this kind of village woman in the countryside. The woman kept her head down all the way, walking on the dirt road with a heavy heart, and she didn't even notice the oncoming carriage.

Because the route of the women's line happened to be in the middle of this road, and the traffic in Qianmo was not very spacious, Ding Ye could not drive on one side to avoid the woman. The boy shouted a few times at the top of his voice if the girl could give way, but the girl still didn't hear it, and continued to walk with her head down.

The other party is pretending to be deaf and dumb, and no one in his eyes does not put himself in his eyes. I was still really suffering from an ear disease and didn't hear my own shouting. But the young man thought about it, and the earth dogs in the village barked wildly when they heard the loud cry I had just made, how could you, a big living person, not hear it. Thinking of this, the young man was also angry in his heart, so he simply grabbed the reins and stopped the carriage in the middle of the road. The young man deliberately tilted the black felt hat on his head to the side, stepped on the carriage with one foot, folded his arms over his chest, and pointed his nostrils towards the woman who was approaching with his head bowed.

The woman's head hung and she walked straight towards the colt, which was also bowing her head. Just when the woman's head was about to hit the horse's head, the old red horse, who was also very disdainful of the woman in front of her, snorted at the woman's head, and the woman woke up like a dream, her face full of horror. Seeing Ding Ye in front of the car, the horror on the woman's face was diluted by a touch of blush, and her eyes were full of shame and apology, she took two steps back timidly, and Xingkou looked at the young man in the black felt hat who looked at her with a hostile face.

After staring at each other for a long time, the woman's fear slowly subsided. She bowed apologetically to Ding Ye, and then got up to go around the side of the carriage. He had just walked up to the boy in the black felt hat, who stretched out his hand to block the woman's path.

"You, what are you going to do?" asked the woman, her voice trembling slightly.

"Oops, it's not a dumb person. Ding Ye said ill-intentionedly.

Hearing this, the woman was stunned for a moment, and the anger on her face flashed, and she still looked like a frightened deer. Seeing this, Ding Ye also felt that his aggressiveness was a bit excessive, so he cleared his throat, "Where are you going, girl?"

The woman was confused by this abrupt question, and after a while, she said hesitantly: "Send, send food." ”

"Can you ask the girl about something, what are these brick kilns for?" Before Yun Xuelan and Rin Tan could react, Ding Ye preemptively asked the doubts in his heart.

Hearing the young man's question, the woman's face suddenly turned pale. She shuddered, her teeth clashing into a creepy sound. It seemed that he didn't expect the other party to react like this, and Ding Ye also opened his mouth wide and didn't know what to do.

Yun Xuelan sighed and jumped out of the carriage and smiled at the girl. It's just that at this moment, the young man's face is a sickly middle-aged face with a sallow complexion, and when he smiles, he is full of obscenity. When the woman saw the middle-aged man in front of her, the fear in her heart became even stronger, she took a few steps back, dropped the basket in her hand and turned around and ran towards the village.

Ding Ye turned his head to look at Yun Xuelan, who was touching his chin in embarrassment, and the latter spread his hands helplessly. The boy in the black felt hat stepped forward and crouched down. The woman's missing basket was a bag of water, two dry steamed buns and a plate of pickled vegetables that had rolled off. Yun Xuelan, who was standing behind the young man, glanced at the things in the basket, and his eyes became a little obscure.

Ding Ye packed up the contents of the basket, "I don't know where these meals are going to go." The young man stood up, looked at Yun Xuelan and said, "Shall we continue to enter the village or?"

Yun Xuelan glanced at the brick kiln that was still gloomy in the sun and said, "You don't have to enter the village, turn around and go back." ”

"Huh, go back?" Ding Ye looked at Yun Xuelan in disbelief, "Didn't you come here to find someone like before?" Yun Xuelan shook his head. It is true that he did not come here to look for people, but when he talked with Mr. Zhongli before leaving the villa, the old man told the young man about some folk customs in Liyang Prefecture, which made the young man stunned, and the old man asked the young man to come here in person on the way to this trip. Along the way, the young man was always suspicious of Mr. Zhongli, until he saw this brick kiln, and the doubts in his heart were finally frozen by the cold chill that swept around him.

"Then you've traveled so far and wide to hang my appetite and go back?" the young man in the black felt hat felt a little displeased. After they really entered the territory of Liyangzhou on the fifth day of the first lunar month, Yun Xuelan asked to rush to this place non-stop, not like before, they would also visit the mountains and rivers, so they missed many mountains and rivers or historic sites along the way. Ding Ye thought that the young man was in a hurry to find someone here, so he didn't complain about the fatigue on the way. The local snacks and specialties that you missed on the way only swallowed the disappointment and saliva into your stomach. Finally arrived at Wubu Village on the tenth day of the first lunar month, and Ding Ye, who was looking forward to seeing a certain master again, was poured a large basin of cold water on his head.

"It's a matter of asking my heart, and after asking, it's time to leave. Yun Xuelan's tone was extremely lonely, whether it was martial arts cultivation or the ascension of seeking knowledge and truth in a certain context of the hundred schools of thought, or the power scheme and the art of the king after entering the WTO, they all needed to cultivate the mind. Before cultivating the mind, one should ask the mind. It's just that there are some questions and answers, not only can you not break the game, but you will let yourself go into the next seemingly bigger, but extremely narrow game.

With that, Yun Xuelan took the basket in Ding Ye's hand and put it back on the ground. "Let's go, there are some things that you shouldn't take care of, and we shouldn't take care of them. With that, he pulled Ding Ye into the carriage. After pushing the boy into the car, before he could react, he glanced at Rin Tan, then closed the car door and drove away.

As soon as the carriage started, a sturdy middle-aged man in his thirties rushed out of the village with an axe. Behind him, panting and following the woman from earlier. The sturdy middle-aged man looked at the carriage in the distance, looked back at the woman with ruddy circles in his eyes and said, "Is that them?" Seeing the woman's timid nod, the man put the axe back on his shoulder, "Hmph! ”

The woman picked up the basket on the ground and glanced at the dried steamed buns and pickles in it, and her eyes became redder. She followed the stout middle-aged man to a brick kiln. The brick kiln left only a gap in a square brick, and a foul smell came from the kiln.

The stout man said coldly, "Today is the last meal." As he spoke, he picked up the steamed bun from the woman's basket and threw it into the gap in the bricks. Seeing that the woman was already in the rain, she scolded fiercely: "Crying, crying what are you crying, I've been crying for a year." The woman was not stopped by the man's words, but began to cry loudly.

Seeing this, the stout man let out a long sigh, "Don't cry, haven't you been like this for many years?" As he spoke, he reached out and touched the tears on the woman's face, picked up two lumps of pickled vegetable lumps and water bladders, and threw them into the gap.

"One steamed bun is enough, your father has been gone for three days. A hoarse and faint voice came from the brick kiln, but it was mostly drowned out by the woman's cry.

The stout middle-aged man bent down to pick up a square brick and placed it on the only notch, leaving the last ray of sunlight in the world.

The woman wailed and cried, her voice hoarse, and she lay on the ground. The middle-aged man knelt on the ground with a thud, bit his lower lip tightly, and kowtowed three times in a row. When he got up again, the tears on his face stuck to the dirt. He stretched out his hands tremblingly, touched the brick wall in front of him, starting from the first piece in the lower left corner, and slowly stroked it towards the right. The fingertips slowly slid over the brick surface and the brick joint, all the way up, until the last piece he had just placed himself, and stroked the three hundred and sixty pieces.

The man got up, hugged the woman who was crying and fainted, and walked towards the village without taking the basket.

Inside the carriage, Yun Xuelan looked back at Ding Ye, who was sleeping in the carriage, and sighed, "You shouldn't have brought him here." ”

The black-clothed young man with a cold face nodded first, then shook his head.

"Although he has been in the market for many years, he still retains a naïve attitude towards this world, so let him always maintain this sincerity. There are not many such innocent people anymore. There are really not many people who complain about this world and say that they are disappointed in this world, but in their hearts they hope that they are wrong, are willing to believe that this world is actually good, and are most willing to look forward to this world getting better and better. ”

"So is the young master. ”

Yun Xuelan didn't answer, just held the reins in her hand tightly. He had always been before today, but after today, he didn't know if he was still like this, maybe this was the second question that Mr. Zhongli gave him. Cultivating the mind is really more difficult than cultivating martial arts.

Many years later, one more punishment was given to the Great Xia, and those who did not support their parents until they died well were beheaded in half. It's just that once this punishment comes out, it will be useless. This punishment began in the Yin Xun.

The carriage headed south on the muddy road, and several crows flew over the roof of the carriage. The boy looked up, the crow was holding carrion in its mouth, and in the distance in the black nest, there were several crows of crows.