Qing Xuan dreamed again.

He didn't expect to dream again. However, compared to the previous dream in which Yun was killed by his own hands at will, this time the dream was much more normal, and he had indeed experienced the things in the dream.

To be precise, he dreamed of Zhedan, of the days when they were still in Juling, but that was thousands of years ago.

At that time, Zhedan was only about seven or eight years old, still a child, dressed in green clothes, full of energy, not as loose as later. In his dream, he was standing under a tree, and he cautiously reached out and tapped the white crane curled up under the pine tree, and asked curiously, "Little bird, why don't you fly? Are you hurt?"

The white crane was a very small one, its right wing twisted in a strange shape, and it was still faintly oozing blood, which was obviously broken. It looked up feebly, and then lowered its neck again.

At this time, the world is beginning to open, and there are many fierce beasts in the mountains, and they are respected by the weak and the strong, so it is common for such a small white crane to be taken away by fierce beasts.

"Then I'll take you back, I'll be able to heal your wings!"

Zhedan said proudly, stretched out his hand and picked up the white crane very gently, touched its soft feathers, and walked back happily. He was just a child, living alone in the Juling Mountains. It's boring to have no creatures around, but the appearance of this white crane can give him some comfort.

At that time, Juling Mountain was not as lush as it is now, and the trees did not grow together, and it was bare, which looked a little pitiful. Zhe Dan's identity is special, he is one of the first villains to come out when Nuwa made people from the soil, but the other villains are scattered all over the place. At this time, the land was still a desolate scene, there were too few people, he had lived in this world for seven or eight years, but he could not see anyone but himself.

At that time, there was no flower house, which he built brick by brick later. The crane remained in his cabin to recuperate. It's just that after raising it for more than ten days, it has no effect, and the herbs are almost used up, but its injuries are not good. Seeing that it was wilting day by day, Zhedan was innocent in his heart, afraid that this white crane would never be able to fly in the future, so he decided to go up the mountain to find medicinal herbs. He was worried that the white crane would be captured by other beasts if it was left in the hut, so he took it with him.

There are actually a lot of fierce beasts on Juling Mountain, and it is also a remarkable thing that he has grown so big alone. When he was about to reach the halfway point of the mountain, he saw an old man suddenly appear in front of him. The old man was carrying a medicine basket with all kinds of medicinal herbs in it, which was pressed very tightly and looked like it was not light. He walked up the hill with a firm and slow pace in his rough hand, holding a wooden cane, when he suddenly bent down and reached out to pluck a blade of grass, put it to his nose and sniffed it, and nodded with a satisfied expression. With a neat shake of his hand, he threw it into the medicine basket.

There were very few outsiders before Juling. Zhedan finally saw someone other than him, and immediately ran a few steps to catch up with him, and at the same time asked enthusiastically: "Grandpa, your medicine basket looks so heavy, do you need my help?"

The old man, dressed in a coarse linen robe, turned his head slowly, his face full of furrows, full of the vicissitudes of time. His eyes were gentle and kind, with a hint of imperceptible majesty, and he seemed to be in good spirits.

He saw that a child took the initiative to ask, so his eyes narrowed slightly, and he stroked his gray beard with a smile, and said kindly: "Child, my medicine basket is very heavy." ”

"It's out of the way, grandpa, this mountain is so high, you won't be able to bear it. ”

The old man's kind gaze gently fell on the white crane he was holding in his arms, and slowly took it back, and he was not polite, he reached out and untied the rope, and slowly handed the medicine basket to Zhedan, signaling him to put it on his back.

Zhe Dan first gently lowered the white crane to the ground and took the medicine basket in both hands to show respect. There was nothing in this medicine basket in his hand, it was light and fluttering, and as soon as it was carried on his back, it was as if the weight of a whole mountain was overwhelmed, and he was almost overwhelmed, and hurriedly held on to a tree next to him so that he did not kneel on the ground.

The old man seemed to have anticipated his reaction, and said with a smile: "Child, can you still go?"

Zhe Dan was shocked by the weight of this medicine basket, thinking that he was so struggling, this grandfather was so old, he couldn't let him carry it, and gritted his teeth and said, "I can! Grandpa, where are you going?"

The old man smiled, looked at him like this, nodded approvingly in his heart, stretched out his finger and pointed to the highest peak of Juling Mountain: "I want to go there." ”

"Okay, grandpa, let's go. ”

Zhe Dan felt that he was about to be crushed, and his shoulders were strangled almost unconscious, but he still gently held the white crane in his arms, and kept up with the old man's footsteps with difficulty, moving forward slowly.

The old man walked slowly on crutches, as if he was really because of his age and inflexible legs, and he took a break after walking two steps, but in fact he was waiting for the tired sweaty Zhedan. He saw that even though the child's legs were weak and his hands holding the white crane were trembling, he still refused to put down the medicine basket or give it back to him, so he asked, "Child, this medicine basket is so heavy, why are you and I willing to help me carry it?"

"It's because it's heavy, that I have to help my grandfather carry it. He said with a skewed breath, his face already red.

The old man nodded imperceptibly, looked down and saw another herb growing on the side of the road, bent down and plucked it, tore off a leaf and put it in his mouth to chew, frowned, and threw it into the medicine basket as soon as he reached out. Who would have thought that this herb was not like a herb, but more like a piece of iron, and it seemed to use a thousand catties of weight to fall, and he bent his knees, and was directly pressed to the ground like this.

When he was about to lie down, he held his arms firmly on the ground, so that he didn't crush the white crane in his arms to death, but his arm was pierced by a sharp stone, and several cuts were made, and blood was dripping for a while. However, he didn't care about the pain, struggled to get up, and immediately touched the white crane gently, and saw its head move, so he calmed down.

The old man bowed slightly, and then asked, "Why don't you want to leave the white crane in your arms?"

"It's hurt, and I'm going to have to pick some herbs to heal it. ”

His answer seemed to be incorrect, but he had already revealed his attitude towards it, that is, he would never leave it. When the old man heard his answer, he couldn't help but stroke his palms and laugh, and for a moment the laughter echoed in the middle of the valley, sounding full of energy.

"Funny, you're really funny!"

Before Zhi Dan could realize what he was interested in, the weight on his body suddenly became much lighter, as if what he was carrying was finally a normal medicine basket. The old man looked at him with a gentle smile in his eyes, and he asked, "What's your name?"

"My name is Zhedan. He replied dignifiedly, not knowing in his heart what medicine was sold in the old man's gourd.

The more the old man looked at the child, the happier he became, and then looked at the white crane in his arms: "What about it?"

Although Zhedan was a delicate boy, a shy smile somehow appeared on his face, and he replied, "I don't know, I haven't chosen a name yet." ”

The old man then turned his head to look at the trees that were not yet lush mountains, and his eyes shone with wisdom. He looked at the clouds in the sky that had always glowed with a strange red light, and said, "Green and green, mysterious and mysterious." This was originally a crane, so let's call it Qingxuan. Come, boy, come here. ”

Before he could thank the old man for his name, he stepped forward and looked at him with some curiosity. The old man stretched out a finger and nodded a little to the white crane's forehead, and the white crane, which was originally sick, immediately opened its eyes, it gently broke free from the embrace of Zhedan, fanned its wings, and then flapped its wings and flew up to the nine skies, screamed lowly, circled, and fell to the ground again, obediently following them.

He tapped a little more on Zhedan's arm, and the few cuts that he had originally pulled out in his hand were all healed quickly.

Zhi Dan was so shocked that he couldn't say a word, and then realized that the old man in front of him could spell spells, and he was not an ordinary person, and asked excitedly: "Grandpa, are you an immortal?

The old man smiled "haha" and stroked his beard: "I'm old, and my name is just a title for me, and I don't have anything to worry about." Child, you are still young, and all you have to do is make your name remembered by other people. ”

Zhe Dan obviously didn't understand much, but he still said to the old man respectfully: "Grandpa, I remember." ”

The old man listened to his words, but he cast his eyes on the endless mountains in the distance, and sighed softly: "This world is still very young, and you young people need to change it...... In the future, there will be more and more creatures in this mountain, and if you are willing, this mountain saint will be handed over to you. ”

Zhi Dan's eyes widened, as if he couldn't understand what the old man was saying, and waved his hand again and again: "This mountain is so big, how can I be a mountain saint?"

The old man looked at him with gentle eyes, but in his eyes there was firmness and insight into everything: "You will do it, and you will do it well." ”

He stretched out his hand to untie the basket on Zhedan's body, carried it on his back, and walked up the mountain road step by step. His back was slumped, but his steps were unusually firm, as if no one could stop him from going.

[Nuwa] "Water Jing Note": "After Kuxi, there is the emperor Nuwa Yan, and Shennong is the three emperors.

[Nuwa creates people] Eastern Han Dynasty "Customs and Customs": "As the saying goes, the world is open, there are no people, and Nuwa is a man who pulls loess." The drama is overwhelmed, but the rope is drawn in the mud and raised as a person. Therefore, the rich and noble, the loess people, the poor and the lowly, and the rope people are also. ”

[Shennong] "Huainanzi Main Technique Training": "In the past, Shennong's rule of the world is also, God is not in the chest, wisdom is not out of the four domains, with its benevolent heart, sweet rain falls, five grains planted. ”