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The soul is a little more groaning, and the mountain ghosts are crying in the wind.

Deep in the forest, a shrine maiden riding a leopard giggles.

That peerless face, which can obviously turn the world upside down, but it appears in the mountains, like a ghost, which makes people feel frightened.

It's getting darker, and it's not a good time to come out and chop wood.

Seeing that the winter thunder is about to start, the overwhelming snow is about to fall again.

The young man muttered, walking through the mountains and forests, with a sad face.

The mountain is the holiness of great benevolence, giving birth to the ancient trees of the sky, giving birth to animals and birds, and naturally, it also nurtures the people of Li who eat in the mountains.

The mountain is also a fierce demon, it does not distinguish between good and evil, regardless of danger, everything, although it gives birth to all living beings, but it has created a cruel world, locking all living beings in it, not going out, and here, if it is poison in the well, only the weak eat the strong, there is no moral reason.

Those who can survive in the mountains must not be mortals.

The same is true of the young man, who carries a large bow and feathered arrows with three stones on his back, and is born with divine powers, and has an iron axe pinned to his waist, which is already full of polishing marks, and the branches at the handle of the axe are wound in circles and circles.

On the other side, there were two iron balls hanging from his waist, and a sheepskin pot, and when he looked behind his waist, he could see the bag of dry food he was carrying, which was something that the guests in the mountains must have prepared.

One hand holds a scythe, and the other holds some ropes.

The woodcutter in the mountains, sometimes, occasionally makes a cameo appearance as a hunter.

People must watch the fire from afar, and horses do not see a trace when they step on the mountains.

In the vast mountains, even the old horse will get lost, can't find the direction to go out, raise his head, the old wood covers the world, do not see the sun, moon and stars travel, and finally get lost in the mountain, be eaten by wild beasts, turn into white bones and die.

The boy split the dry branches, tied them with ropes, and prepared to take them back to be burned as firewood.

The mountains and forests were dense, and many creatures had hibernated, so the boy dug the rabbit nest, grabbed a few fat hares, and took their ears, and laughed happily.

However, for the hares, being captured in their sleep can be described as rabbits sleeping in their nests, and disaster comes from heaven.

But in the mountains, it is the law of the jungle, and if there is no vigilance, it will be killed and eaten.

Can a man be invincible in the mountains and forests?

No, this is naturally impossible.

In the cold winter years, hunters are afraid of waking up black bears, and even more afraid of encountering tigers, and on a drowsy night, the wolves in the mountains will come out to patrol, and occasionally wild boars with explosive tempers will appear.

In the deep mountains, in the snowy world, it is difficult to see living beings, but once encountered, then this kind of living beings must stand on the top of the mountain beings.

The boy was not prepared to stay here for long, and caught a litter of large hares, which gave him several days' rations.

The empty leash was opened, the hares were thrown in, and the boy turned around, just then the snow finally arrived.

The wind blew, and it was obviously snowy, but there was a thick fog in the mountains, so the sky and the earth were foggy, and the boy felt worried, and began to walk through the mountains and forests with his memory.

The poor and dilapidated house sits here, and since the death of his father, only the boy has been left alone in the mountains.

I can't get out, I can't see the outside world, and I don't know what the outside world looks like.

After closing the door, the boy took up his own hut and began to get busy.

The hatchet was taken out and the planks were placed.

In the forest and sea, there seemed to be a flute sounding.

The young man's eyes were fixed on the firewood, and in the light, there was a crackling sound, and there was a small hole in the window with white smoke, and he was wrapped in his tattered fur, and he gradually became a little drowsy.

But then, a sudden whisper woke him up from his stupor.

The boy raised his head, stood up, pushed the door open, and looked out into the snowy forest.

.....

You should have a saying, thousands of miles of stratus clouds, thousands of mountains and twilight snow, who does the shadow go to?

Thousands of mountains are continuous, as if they are no longer in the world.

The hooves of the dragon horse never stopped, the gentle shaking did not stop, the red dust was gone, and those big dreams were gone.

But as long as the yang world is still moving, dreams will not disappear.

It was silent, and in the mountains and forests in the depths of winter, there was not even any living creature to be seen.

Deep and quiet, the water is flowing slowly, and it has been stained with a layer of white light, and those are floating ice and snow.

The heavy snow was still falling, and Li Bichen exhaled and dissipated into white smoke.

A heavy fog swept in, but soon, it gently passed by Li Pichen's side.

A hut appeared on the side of the road, and it was in such a good location that it was hard to notice without looking closely.

There are mountain stones as the courtyard wall, and ancient trees as shelter for it.

It is covered by forests and grasses, and in them lies a bamboo fence that is dry and cut like a sword.

The horse's hooves trampled in the snow, Li Bichen turned over and dismounted, and at this time, there was cooking smoke rising from the house, blending into the vast white mist, and it became one.

And at the door, the dark-faced young man stood, looking at himself in a daze.

"Little brother?"

Li Bichen said hello, but the young man still looked at it directly, knowing that it was half a sound, before he suddenly came back to his senses.

"Yes.... You.... You're from ......"

The young man's tone was a little panicked, but he was a little excited, Li Bichen smiled: "I'm from outside the mountain." ”

"I never thought that in this vast mountain, I could still see a human figure, which was really unexpected. ”

Li Bichen looked at him, but the young man was a little flustered, he scratched his head, and he was speechless for a long time, before he spoke, and his voice became a little louder.

"After my dad died.... I haven't seen anyone again....."

"Outside the mountains.... Outsiders ....."

The young man was a little at a loss, stared at Li Bichen, looked up and down, and asked, "You.... What do you do?"

"He's a cultivator. ”

Li Bichen smiled and patted the robe, the color of yin and yang, black and white, reflected in the young man's eyes, those eyes, just like the robe of yin and yang, black and white complement each other, like two fish biting each other.

Black and white, obviously without color, but they are the most perfect colors in the world.

"Cultivator, what do you do?"

"Those who explore the truth between heaven and earth and know some small spells are cultivators. ”

"The truth between heaven and earth?"

The young man was stunned: "What do you mean?"

Li Pichen pointed to the sky: "Find out why the sky is cold, the earth is cracked, why there are four seasons, why there are heavy snowfalls in the sky in the middle of winter, why the sun rises in the east and sets in the west, where does it come from and where does it fall?"

The boy was puzzled: "This... What is there to pursue?"

"There should be four seasons in the sky, and the earth will be angry when it is angry, and of course the sun rises in the east and sets in the west!"

Li Bichen looked at him: "But why is this?

"Day after day, we know that time is moving forward, the years are gone and never returning, the sky is like a child's face, it will be windy, rainy, and thundering, so why does the world change like this?"

"Why doesn't the thunder rise from the earth, why doesn't the dust rise in the sky?"

The boy froze, thought for a long time, and shook his head: "I don't understand, I can't imagine. ”

He scratched his head: "It seems that you are a very learned person." ”

Li Bichen stretched out his hand, put his fingers together, and a spiritual light flew up in it.

The young man looked at the spiritual light, and at this time, the light converged, the green fire burned, and turned into a paper crane flying.

"This... This!"

He grew his mouth, almost couldn't believe what he saw, stared at Linghe, and then looked at Li Bichen, the limited words in his mind made him speechless, and said at this time: "This.... You..... Are you the same person as the goddess?"

"Goddess?"

Li Bichen heard a word, and the young man nodded, showing a somewhat frightened look: "It is a goddess, she rides a black leopard, plays a golden flute, there is a golden fire burning in her eyes, every time she blows the flute, the heavens and the earth will sink down, and the wind will howl." ”

"But this.... This is the view that appeared in my dream. ”

Li Pichen became interested: "You saw this goddess in your dream? So, why do you call her that?"

The young man spoke: "When I was young, my mother died, but I vaguely remember my mother's face, and my father told me that there are gods in this world, and those of us who live in the mountains want to visit the mountain gods." ”

Saying this, the young man was suddenly stunned, and then looked at Li Bichen, his knees were weak, and he was about to kneel down.

Li Bichen grabbed him, the young man's legs and stomach trembled a little, looked at Li Bichen, made a crying voice, as if suddenly realized, and said: "You.... You're the god of the mountains!"

"Mountain gods?"

Li Bichen shook his head and smiled, patted the snowflakes on the young man's body, and then shook his fingers, pointed to the sky, and said, "Just a mountain god, how can you show off your might in front of me?"

"I'm better than the mountain god. ”

The young man didn't refute, but said: "You are the same as that goddess, you know the flame of the mountain god, and can gather light, you say that you are more powerful than the mountain god, are you a ......?"

Li Bichen: "I'm not a god, it's good for you to treat me as a passerby, well, a passerby who is more powerful than a god." ”

White smoke curled, the young man seemed to remember something, he suddenly ran back to the house, that long and long, ran out again after a while, and said to Li Bichen: "You... Would you like to come in and rest?"

"I.... I invite you to eat meat. ”

"Really.... Rabbits, wild rabbits in the mountains, are delicious... It's delicious. ”

When he said this, the young man's cheeks were dyed a little rosy, but he became a little timid, Li Bichen smiled: "There is nothing to be afraid of, passers-by also want to eat something, then I will be disrespectful." ”

"What does it mean to be disrespectful?"

"If you refuse to accept an invitation or gift from someone else, it will be disrespectful. ”

"No, no, no, respectfully, respectfully!"

"You kid, what are you afraid of? ”

Li Bichen followed him into the house, and Ryoma stopped outside the house, his eyes looking inside curiously.

The boy was busy for a while, and brought out a bowl of rabbit meat.

Steaming, just sprinkled with some salt, and there was no extra seasoning, Li Bichen took a piece and put it in his mouth, chewed it gently, and then swallowed it, and laughed:

"It's good, it's good, your craftsmanship is really superb, a little salt, you make the rabbit meat so delicious, it's a big compliment. ”

Li Bichen said this, the young man smiled happily, he handed the plate of rabbit meat to Li Bichen, and then looked at it, asked softly, with curiosity:

"The world beyond the mountains.... How's that going?"

"Dad often said that he and his mother came from outside the mountain, which is a place that makes people happy and sad, but I don't understand, sad is sad, happy is happy, why is there a place of joy and sorrow?"

"I can't see the world outside the mountains in my dreams, I really look like I see the outside world once. ”

The young man was asking, and Li Bichen's fingertips flicked at this time, and the spirit crane flew over.

It circled around the boy, who was attracted to it, looking at the trajectory of the crane's flight, and his eyes gradually became hazy.

There are people singing in dreams, and people laughing in dreams.

"Want to see it?"

Li Bichen smiled, the plate of rabbit meat was put down, but the light of yin and yang manifested in the eyes of the Taoist.

"Then let's go. ”

The colorful splendor overwhelmed him, and the boy raised his head and looked at the towering tree in front of him in shock.

The height is not visible, only a piece of golden fire lingers in the sky.

"This is sorghum wood. ”

Li Bichen appeared under the big tree, with a hand on the young man's shoulder, and the young man turned his head sideways and looked at Li Bichen.

On the yellow sorghum wood, there are golden leaves falling, and there is a stone table and stone bench in front of it, and on the table, there is a game of chess that has not been played.

Li Bichen let go of the young man's shoulder, patted him, and motioned for him to walk forward.

The young man looked at Li Bichen, and then at the almost endless divine tree, plucked up his courage, and walked forward.

The figure stepped out, the yellow sorghum wood was scattered, the young man woke up like a big dream, it seemed to be suddenly, raised his eyes to look around, the red dust and fireworks, bustling, he was in the middle of the city, the snow was falling, but the world was still lively.

The boy stepped into the red dust, and he looked at everything, and he was amazed at how new everything was.

"It's... The world beyond the mountains?"

"It's... Daddy and Mom's hometown?"

The boy seemed to have come to a new place, and he shuttled through the red dust, watching the prosperous fireworks in the world.

This world is really intoxicating and unforgettable.

His eyes were unconsciously dyed red, and he was nostalgic for this place and did not want to leave.

.......

Li Bichen stood under the sorghum tree, this one was not the sacred tree in the sorghum township.

This is a dream realm constructed by the method of marrying dreams, Li Pichen has been able to pull living people into dreams like Wu Yanqing, and he has practiced for three hundred years without the slightest slack.

The golden leaves turned into flames and fell, burning into a rain of light in mid-air.

At the end of the day, at the end of the day, where the light could shine, a long flute sounded.

Li Bichen is exploring, searching, the world of big dreams extends out, surging towards the four seas and eight wildernesses.

And so the man appeared.

The black leopard appeared on the top of the mountain in the sky, and the black-clothed goddess played the golden flute, and her voice turned to the nine skies, which told the desolation of the eons ago.

That's a Taishang.