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The snow is falling, and the cold mountains are far away.

The mountain loop turns around, and the snow leaves a place for horses.

Li Bichen saw the village behind Xiaozhongshan, the sky was dark and the sun was gone, and there was a wooden wheel squeaking in front of him.

In the cold winter years, it is difficult to stop the children's play, just like when I first saw Zhang Mujian, in that village, the Qingjiang River is full of people, and the peach blossom garden is envied.

However, at this time, the village in front of him is extremely sparse, and it is naturally not as good as Zhang Mujian's hometown.

There is no Qingni, there is no little tiger, there is no white butterfly, and there is no red butterfly.

The past flashed in his heart, Li Bichen's body shook slightly, and the dragon horse carried it, all the way to the extreme north and the west.

The creaking of the wooden wheel was getting closer and closer, and the sound of the ox's hooves kicking began to chase the horse's hooves, and the dragon's nose spewed out white qi, and when he raised his head, he saw an old cow pulling a wooden cart on the dirt road not far away, coming slowly.

Li Bichen's eyes were closed, and he shook his head gently with the creaking of the wooden wheel, as if he had fallen asleep.

Sigh, sigh!

There is fire in the wood, and there is life in the dream.

.......

"Dao Chief, do you want charcoal?"

The cow's hooves caught up with the horse's hooves, and I don't know if the old ox quickened his pace, or the dragon horse slowed down his journey.

Li Bichen turned his head and saw the old man sitting in a sheepskin fur on the ox cart, and there was a black and swarthy thing beside him, stacked up, and it was quite high, it was a pile of charcoal.

It was dark and dreary, like night.

Li Bichen raised his gaze: "Where is the old man going?"

"Eighty miles away, there's a bazaar, I'm going there, I can't help it, it's all to make a living. ”

The old man's hands were hidden in the fur fur, his body shrank again, he looked at Li Bichen, but he stretched out another hand, put down his five fingers and grabbed a piece of charcoal, handed it to Li Bichen, and said, "Xiaodao chief, do you want charcoal? ”

"Xiaodao Chang's clothes have never been dirty, I want to come to the view is not far away, the place where I want to go is not far, bring a charcoal fire, light a talisman, you can spend the night in peace, whether there is mana or not, always with a point, after all, it is good. ”

The old man took the big charcoal and sent it to Li Bichen.

The old man's hair was gray and unkempt, and the sheepskin fur on his body was also fried, and even black burn marks could be seen in some corners.

His face was covered with dust, the color of the smoke and fire, the hand holding the charcoal was very close to the color of the charcoal, and the old skin was full of wrinkles, showing a bitter appearance peculiar to an old man.

Li Bichen took the charcoal and blew it, so the snow on the charcoal fire melted, and the old man was still chattering, muttering in a low voice: "It's been burning for a long time, this is definitely good charcoal, if you want, a copper plate, give you seven pieces of charcoal." ”

"A copper plate and seven pieces of charcoal, old man, this one is the size of a fist, and you have sold all of your cars, how much money can you have?"

"For takeaways, it's five pieces of copper plate, if they are all sold..... I can have a penny. ”

The old man looked at the car, and the charcoal stacked up behind it was like a hill, and this thousand catties of charcoal fire was just a hanging of money and a thousand copper plates.

But this is going to cut wood, but I don't know how long it will take.

Throughout the winter, he survived on these three hanging money.

Li Bichen said: "A hanging of money, food and clothing, and forage for the old cow, is it enough?"

"Enough, enough, there is no one in my family, only me, one person to feed the whole family and not go hungry. ”

The old man smiled: "It's just that I'm old, and I can't sell my strength like in the past, go up the mountain to chop firewood as a woodcutter, and now I'm old, if I encounter a wild beast, it will inevitably be invincible, and I can only chop some small trees and burn some charcoal fire in exchange for money." ”

"If it's all sold out, I can go back, this winter, it's comfortable, and there is still a little charcoal at home, saving a little burning, enough for me to last until spring." ”

He fiddled with the charcoal fire, Li Bichen looked at the old man, and suddenly smiled silently.

"Okay, I'll give you a penny, and you'll give me five pieces of charcoal, and I'll kick it in the package, and when it's cold, I'll use a dozen of them to keep warm. ”

When the old man heard this, he laughed: "Okay, I'll give you two more yuan, and count you cheap." ”

He took six pieces, wrapped them, and counted one piece in Li Bichen's hand, which was exactly seven pieces of charcoal, and Li Bichen took out a copper plate and put it in the palm of the old man's hand.

"That's the opening. ”

The old man laughed, his exposed hands were red from the cold, and his skin was cracked.

"When I get to the market town and sell all the charcoals, I can go home. ”

"Xiaodao chief, I'll go to the market town, where are you going, let's see if it's going well, let's go together, I also have someone to talk to. ”

The old man got a copper coin, and when he said that it was open, he was happy, and Li Bichen said: "The place I want to go should be on the way with the old man, and what I want to go is Yu Yuan." ”

"Yu Yuan, what kind of place is that?"

There was a question in the old man's cloudy eyes: "Compared with the eighty-mile market town, which one is closer?"

He asked, but laughed again: "No, I'm confused, it must be Yu Yuan who is closer, maybe in other directions of the market town? Maybe halfway through, the little road chief is about to leave." ”

"In my life, the farthest road I have walked is the market town, eighty miles of slow and long road, the small heavy mountain behind our village, it is said that there are also eighty miles long, but the mountain road and the flat road can not be confused, there is heavy snow on it, it is difficult to cross. ”

"It is said that there are countless bones buried in it, all of whom died three hundred years ago. ”

The old man sighed: "Poor, if a person dies, his body will be cold, and he will be buried in the snowy mountains, and it will be difficult to bake the fire." ”

"I have never walked out of the market town in my life, and I wanted to go out when I was young, but my father at home cannot be left unattended, and when my father dies, I have to make ends meet to beg for a wife, and when I am now, I dare not go out. ”

"Just have something to eat, the world is so big, if I'm not afraid of death, I won't do the work of making a living, Xiaodao Chief, I'm a rough man, and when I was a child, I heard two lectures from the gentleman who went to the market town to study, but what I said, isn't it right?"

"People like us, if we have something to eat, we are content and happy, the world is so big, there are always people singing and riding horses, and there are always people like my old man, guarding the tattered stalls and living in the house of rotten wood, but when the wind and snow come, the charcoal fire is together, the light is bright, the steaming is steaming, there are chickens crowing in the house, there are cows in the yard, sitting in the house and napping, this is the most comfortable thing. ”

The old man painted a picture scroll, which made Li Bichen's eyes appear that beautiful scene, and he began to laugh as he spoke, and began to cry when he laughed.

"People are born to be bitter, the little Taoist is a cultivator, and sooner or later he will also become an immortal, I, to be able to walk with a person like you is a blessing to cultivate for half a lifetime. ”

The old man said a lot, and Li Bichen said: "Why is the old man crying?"

"I rejoice because I am walking with you, and I cry because although this charcoal is hot, it also needs a fire to light it, but not everyone can light this fire. ”

"Ordinary people's homes, copper coins are saved to spend, and I generally, the whole winter is only three hanging money, in fact, it is already excellent to have a hanging of money, if there is no big family to buy, this winter, I will not be able to go back. ”

"The Taoist chief gave me a penny, this penny, even if it was the charcoal fire given to me in winter, made my heart warm, and some people said that if you don't have a penny of copper money, it is difficult for a knight to do, not to mention us ordinary people?"

The ox and the horse walked side by side, and the old man talked a lot to the Taoist, until the wind and snow rose, and the sky and earth fell into twilight again.

The old man disappeared, the ox cart was gone, the darkness separated everything, Li Bichen sat on the dragon horse, and sighed at this time, so the wind and snow in all directions gave way to the road, day and night and yin and yang also kowtowed, and a road appeared in front, bustling, and there were countless pedestrians.

Ryoma stopped, and Li Bichen looked at a corner of the street, and saw the old man wrapped in a sheepskin fur, already sitting there.

The old cow was much thinner than he had seen before, and so was the old man, who was nibbling on the dry bun and looking at the pedestrians who came and went, and there were many servants from large families, but as he had feared before, there were many people in front of the charcoal train.

The charcoal fire is cheap, and the body is cold, but he mutters that if it is colder this day, someone will buy his charcoal.

The sheepskin fur was tattered and tattered, and he couldn't protect his body, and the old man's eyebrows were stained with frost and snow.

The snow under his body melted a little, and it became extremely muddy, and a pair of feet stepped on it, and his cloth shoes were full of rotten water.

Pedestrians were in a hurry, and the old man was puzzled, why no one came forward to buy charcoal?

Li Bichen stood far away from the old man, did not step forward, and in his eyes, the light of yin and yang flashed.

So there was a change in the streets.

A long street turned into two sides, one yin and one yang.

The two old men sat with their backs to each other, separated by a gray wall.

On the right is yin, and on the left is yang.

.....

[Yin Street].

No one cared in front of the old man's charcoal train, until the snow fell, he shrank and remained motionless, and the old cow beside him lowered his head, and the sheng qi began to pass until the flesh and blood became extremely pale.

"Frozen to death, frozen to death, another one to death, dragged away. ”

A patrol soldier came over, and when he saw the old man who froze to death on the side of the road, he waved his hand in disgust, but then sighed again, and dragged his body out of the market town with the others.

The ox cart remained where it was, and the charcoal fire on it tumbled down and lay down in the mud.

.....

[Yang Street].

The weather is getting colder and colder, and as the old man muttered, some people began to stand it and came to buy charcoal.

He laughed, his face full of wrinkles crowded together, and there were more and more people on the side, and the old man counted the copper coins, which were not many one by one, but they all made him happy in his heart.

Then the servants of the big family came, and brought a piece of red silk to take his charcoal cart.

The old man naturally refused to change, and the servants came forward to punch and kick him, and finally, the cart of charcoal was taken away, and the old man fell in a pool of blood, and the old ox on the side was so thin that it arched his back, but it was difficult to wake him up.

A piece of charcoal fire fell with the copper coin and rolled to the ground.

.....

[If it's all sold out, I can go back.......]

Yin and Yang II gradually merged into one, and Li Bichen stood in the distance of the long street, looking at the old man who was now sitting in the mud.

So he took a step, got off the dragon horse, and walked forward.

"Old man?"

Li Bichen leaned down, the latter's eyebrows stained with white frost and snow trembled, his cloudy eyes opened, and when he saw the comer, he was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Xiaodao Chief, why are you here?"

"You've already been .... What did you mean by Yu Yuan?"

When the old man spoke, the first sentence was to ask, Li Bichen smiled: "I haven't gone to Yuyuan yet, I'll come to see you." ”

"Look at me? ”

The old man laughed, and Li Bichen's face suddenly became extremely calm, and he said softly: "The charcoal wants to be on fire but there is no fire, and the dream is made by people but no one." ”

The words fell, and a flame rose on the charcoal fire of the whole car.

The old man was stunned when the light burned, and then his face became extremely pale, and he roared, and hurriedly slapped the snow towards the fire.

"My charcoal!

He almost cried out in a hurry, but no matter how much snow was piled up, the fire continued to rage, and grew stronger and stronger, until it began to spread in all directions.

The old man sat on the ground with a puff, and the whole person was lifeless, staring at the firelight with stunned eyes.

"My charcoal... My charcoal.... My ......"

"Charcoal?"

The old man trembled and raised his hand, but the moment he saw his hands, he was suddenly stunned.

It was a pair of swarthy hands, no longer flesh and blood, but made of charcoal.

His face was full of dust and smoke, and his temples were pale and his fingers were black.

He touched his face, the feeling that it was not flesh and blood, the old man raised his head tremblingly, and saw Li Bichen standing in front, and the original burning charcoal pile had disappeared, the flames separated, a great avenue appeared, and those wind and snow were melted.

Day and night passed, darkness covered the sky, the light was trampled under the feet, and the shadow of the man grew long, turning into a road to heaven.

"You.... You ......"

The old man's mind was a mess, he saw the clouds rising, and he saw that the figure of the man was obscured.

Light and shadow hunting, countless illusory people appeared, the old man stood up, looked around blankly, and wanted to raise his legs, but he was entangled in mud and couldn't move at all.

In the muddy water, the old man saw his own reflection.

It was a charcoal man, black, deeper than the darkness.

He suddenly stopped his movements, just looked at his appearance, and after a long time, Li Bichen appeared not far in front of him.

"The charcoal fire has been extinguished. ”

With just such a sentence, the old man raised his head, and his empty eye sockets stared at Li Bichen.

After a long time, he sighed: "Am I dead?"

"Perhaps, it's been a long time. ”

Li Bichen walked over, holding seven charcoal fires in his hand, and shook his other hand slightly, so a little fire suddenly manifested.

"Do you want charcoal? I still have fire. ”

The immortal looked at the charcoal man, who laughed, and then cried again, until a long, long time, the fire was not extinguished, the charcoal fire still existed, and the immortal still stood in front of him.

"I'm dead...... I'm so afraid of death, I'm still dead!"

Tan Weng howled: "I remember, I've been dead for three hundred years! Ah——!h

He wept and roared: "Are you a god? Why do you wake me up! Even if the world is suffering, it is better than going to the netherworld, that long road, the sea is boundless, in my life, I have only walked eighty miles at most, how dare I go to the netherworld!"

"I don't dare die! I want to go home——! back to my house! and my cow!"

His voice was sad, Li Bichen looked at him, and the charcoal fire in his hand was handed forward.

"So, do you want charcoal? Light a fire on the road ahead, maybe it won't be so cold. ”

Tan Weng trembled, looking at Li Bichen, crying, such an old man was crying like a child, his hand trembled and stretched out, but retracted again.

"I'm going home.... But why can't I go back....."

"Where's my cow....... My charcoal ......"

"Immortals, sell me ...... charcoal"

Tan Weng looked at Li Bichen, his hands trembled, and he took out a copper coin from the position of his heart.

A large piece of charcoal suddenly collapsed.

That copper coin is the copper coin when Li Bichen bought charcoal before.

Li Bichen looked at him and sighed: "Old man, I'll take you cheap." ”

"This charcoal, I don't want money, my copper coin, you carry it with you, and.... You turn around and look, isn't that your home?"

Li Bichen handed him the charcoal fire, and at the same time, a beam of flames flew over and lit the charcoal fire.

The darkness behind lit up, and Tan Man turned his head to see the familiar room.

That's where you live, that's your home.

As if he had lost his mind, he walked towards the front, and saw that there were no more chickens and dogs in front of the door, and that the ox had long since died, and the charcoal man could not help but shed tears, but as he cried, he suddenly laughed.

"Homecoming, homecoming....."

He turned around and saw Li Bichen standing in front of the threshold, and suddenly said, "Immortal Chief, have I really arrived home? Is this a dream you made me have? Or is it ..... Am I dying here?"

Li Bichen smiled: "It's really home, don't worry." ”

Tan Weng cried and laughed, and his body staggered up, and he spoke: "It's home, it's home......"

The coals in his chest burned, enveloping him as well.

So his body shook and he suddenly collapsed.

The smoke clouds rose and turned an ancient dream away.

........

Li Bichen opened his eyes, Ryoma was still walking, he lowered his head and saw all directions.

In the lonely road of the cold mountain, in the village, the population is sparse, and a piece of black charcoal rolls in, stained with snow.

So Li Bichen leaned down, raised a flame in his hand, and lit the charcoal.

........

The cow whispered softly in the mountains, and the sheep sighed in the suffering;

I only hope that it will not be too late for people to come, and the fire in the charcoal will shine on the snow and cold.

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