At this time, although the autumn mood is not very strong, the leaves of the mountain trees have begun to gradually turn yellow, and the corners are showing some signs of withering.

Meng Ran and Geng Huyuan led the horses, walking among the dense trees one after the other, and the flourishing grass and trees were very annoying, which seriously affected the progress of the two.

As the slope became steeper and steeper, the two gradually moved away from Qianyuan Town and got closer and closer to the summit of Moliang Mountain.

After the terrain was raised, the most intuitive reaction was that the two of them in the mountains and forests could see the sun slanting to the west, and the warm sunlight sprinkled on the two of them through the sparse branches, and a breeze blew onto Meng Ran's sideburns.

The sun shines on the earth, painting the woods and the nearby hills a touch of gold, which is very charming. The two of them took advantage of the beautiful sunset, nibbled on a little dry food, and prepared to rest and continue on their way.

The two of them had eaten and drunk enough, and after leading their respective mounts to eat some grass, they continued to walk along the mountain.

After walking for a short time, the sun had already set over the mountain, and a thin layer of mist began to fill the forest, Geng Huyuan stopped on a flat grass and said to Meng Ran: "Young Master, we are going to sleep in the wilderness tonight, you have to be mentally prepared." ”

Meng Ran nodded slightly, and stopped talking.

Geng Huyuan patted Meng Ran on the shoulder, just busy with some things in the already not very bright sky. He first tethered the two horses to each side of the leveled lot, and then began to cut down the branches of the surrounding trees for the lighting of the fire at night.

Meng Ran looked at the busy Geng Nursing Home, and also carried a single knife to chop some small branches, and then stood there very boredly, looking at the busy nursing master.

Geng Huyuan first gathered the branches together, then put some wilted and rotten fallen leaves and dry weeds under the branches, and when everything was ready, he did not rush to make a fire, but looked for something in the woods.

Meng Ran looked puzzled and asked softly, "Uncle Geng, don't you make a fire?"

"Wait a while, find a few stones to surround the firewood, otherwise it will be easy to catch fire at night. ”

"Oh......"

Meng Ran also began to move, helping to find the right size of the stone together.

If you are in the woods on flat ground, it is not easy to find seven or eight large rocks, but this is a mountain, although it is not a particularly high mountain, but there is no problem in finding a few stones.

After the two of them gathered the firewood, they found two more stones to make a bench, and then began to make a fire.

A gray-white smoke collided with the forest fog, intertwining with each other, and a faint smell permeated the two of them, gradually spreading.

When the flames rose, a warmth lingered on the two of them.

The sky was getting dark, and the chirping of insects sounded all around, and the flames were still burning, and the yellow light illuminated the surrounding space five feet square, and the rest of the mountain forest was pitch black, and even the two horses not far away could not see their silhouettes at all.

After a while, Geng Huyuan spoke: "Young Master, help me change the wound medicine." ”

"Good. ”

Meng Ran agreed, and then walked to Geng Huyuan's side, half-squatting, and quite slowly untied the bandages he had put on in the afternoon.

He first rinsed the wound with water, then poured medicine, then took some clean gauze from the baggage and bandaged it again.

After doing all this, Meng Ran packed up his things and returned to his seat, just quietly roasting the fire and not saying a word.

The bright light of the fire shone on the side of his face, and it was easy to see that his face was full of thoughts.

"Young Master?"

"Huh?" Meng Ran raised his head slightly, looking at the figure opposite, "Uncle Geng, is there something wrong?"

"Let's talk. ”

Meng Ran didn't directly answer yes or no, but fell into silence, and after a long time, he slowly spoke, "Okay." ”

"The young master's heart is not easy either, is it?"

"......" Meng Ran did not answer.

Geng Huyuan sighed slightly, and continued: "Actually, it's difficult for you, you're only twelve years old, there are many things you haven't seen, you don't know that people's hearts are sinister, you don't know that the world is difficult, many things, you will get used to it after seeing more." ”

"Can you get used to it?" Meng Ran's voice was a little hoarse.

"Can ......"

After a pause, Geng continued, "Just like at the beginning, you would never have thought that you would be able to kill other people's lives without mercy. Now, if you encounter another thief who blocks the road and robs people's lives, will you still show mercy to your subordinates and dare not draw their swords?"

"Not really. Meng Ran sighed softly, "But there is something wrong with us doing this after all." ”

Geng Huyuan smiled, "What's wrong?"

"Without the judgment of the government, it is easy to end the lives of others, what is the difference between it and those thieves......" Speaking of this, Meng Ran couldn't continue, just because of his previous softness, which caused Geng Huyuan to be stabbed in vain, if he defended those thieves again, it would inevitably be a little too hurtful.

Geng Huyuan's face froze, and he said solemnly: "Since it's all one life, why don't you let yourself live well, and give this opportunity to others?"

"......"

"There is a difference between us and the thief. The thieves just want to kill and rob things for nothing, but we are just protecting ourselves, if we don't kill them, we will die, right?"

Meng Ran sighed, didn't speak, just fell into deep thought.

Geng Huyuan didn't say anything to comfort him, but just stared at the flame with an indifferent expression, and added a few branches to his hand.

The crackling of firewood rang out between the two, as if to break the uncomfortable deadlock.

After a long time, Meng Ran suddenly asked, "Uncle Geng, why don't we go back to Deqing County?"

Geng Huyuan slowly shifted his gaze to Meng Ran's body and asked, "Go check it out?"

Meng Ran nodded and said: "Naturally, we want to find out the truth, and we can't fight with people for no reason." ”

Geng Huyuan said calmly: "What if you know? What if you don't know?"

"After knowing this, I naturally want to ask them for an understanding. Meng Ran looked right.

Geng Huyuan smiled dumbly, "How do you ask?

"Naturally... Naturally, it was asked with a knife. ”

"Don't you have to go through the government? If you hold people accountable without going through the government, if you use the knife again, you will be committing a crime. If something is committed in the city, once someone is caught, it may be a prison disaster, and if it is serious, I am afraid that the head of the master will also be lost. ”

Meng Ran was dumb at this moment.

Geng Huyuan didn't intend to let him go, and continued: "Besides, once we enter the city, we may not be able to see the group of people in the horse market, maybe the people from the government who find us first are the people from the government. Covered in blood and full of murderous faces, those who catch us quickly will probably regard us as thieves who deliberately kill people, and if they dare to resist, they will definitely be killed on the spot.

Even if we get to the horse market without being noticed by others, can you guarantee that the two of us will be able to beat such a group of people? If we are not careful, we will be hacked to death by their knives, and our bodies will be buried in a place where no one is seen all day.

Instead of going into the city to find death, why don't you leave early and stay away from this place of right and wrong?"

"There's no reason to be shouted and killed all the time. Meng Ran was a little unpleasant.

Geng Huyuan said indifferently: "Then what's not, if you don't have superb martial arts, you can only be hunted down and killed." ”

Meng Ran sighed, "After all, I have to return it, even if it's not a fight, I have to ask and understand." ”

Geng Huyuan asked, "When does the young master think he can go and ask clearly?"

"Hell knows. ”

Geng Huyuan didn't tell some inspirational stories that were not nutritious, but just said in a non-wavering voice: "Then you practice martial arts well, it will always work, and when you can ignore the law one day, you can naturally ask for clarification." ”

Meng Ran nodded, then looked at the dark surroundings and asked, "Uncle Geng, did you have this condition when you used to go to the rivers and lakes?"

"If you have money, you will naturally live in a guest house, good wine and meat; if you have less money, you will naturally live a little worse, just mix food and clothing; if you really have no money, you can also stay in the wild temple to avoid the wind and rain. If you don't have the first three, you will have to sleep in the wilderness. ”

"Don't you think it's hard?"

Geng Huyuan's expression was filled with a hint of bitterness, "If it weren't for the compulsion of life, who would want to be displaced?"

Yes, if you can be happy and stable, I don't think anyone will refuse the life of a wife and children on the hot kang, compared to those so-called successes, simple tea and light rice are the most soothing.

The book says that if you kill one person in ten steps, you will not stay for thousands of miles, and you will go to your clothes after the incident, and you will hide your merit and fame. Everyone envies the chivalrous man who wears a green shirt and fights the sword, and longs for the life of free and easy pleasure and revenge, but who understands the loneliness of the wilderness with the sky as the bed and the earth as the bed, and the heart that has nowhere to put the lonely and helpless.

The book says that you must indulge in wine when you sing during the day, and you should return to your hometown with youth. Everyone longs to return to their hometown after becoming famous, and wants a life of fresh clothes, angry horses, and bells, but Zhumen smells of wine and meat, and there are frozen bones on the road.

The book says that he plans to get drunk with a crazy picture, and he sings about wine, and he is still tasteless. Many times, we always look like we are singing happily, but how many people can listen to the sadness behind it? In the end, we can only listen to Mingyue for a moment or two. Everyone shouted to push themselves and others, and felt empathy, but only God knows how they turned their heads.

In the final analysis, it's just like a fish drinking water, and it knows its own warmth and coldness.

Whether you are doing well or not, happy or not, only your own heart is the truest thought, and other people's opinions or worldly paradoxes are irrelevant, so you don't need to care.

When you are able to ignore the world's eyes and cling to the three inches of space in your heart, then you are either already a dragon among people, or you have already realized it.

At that time, why should we care about those things that are not brought by life or death, they are just a burden on the body.

What's the most important thing in the world? It's just peace of mind.

This place of peace is my hometown, home is there, and some of them are here.