The height was unbearable, a thousand feet tall and steep, sloping on the top of the inverted cliff, beside a few lonely trees, a lonely shelter made of branches and fallen leaves, where the people of Mu Zi stood, looking at the endless mountains and rivers, hills and ravines, afraid of the breath of winter, all covered with thick wool hair, snow white, silent. The people of Muzi wore thin clothes and cloth shoes, and after a long time, they turned and stared at the slope on the other side of the mountain.

With a blue and swollen face, a shaky body, and tattered clothes, Mu Zimin couldn't help but speak, "I'm different from others", and I couldn't help but think in my heart that it was really different.

Beneath the mountain wall, in a little warm place sheltered from the wind, in two stone and timber houses side by side, a few scattered traces of smoke and a rudimentary roof were raised.

Under the living pattern of primitive tribes, they can be regarded as wealthy families who can have this living conditions, they can survive, it is really not easy, they have experienced a lot of bumps and bumps, and they can live comfortably in this situation, and they really need to grow some skills.

A huge stone slab, concave a lot, Xue'er slowly melted in the middle, the stone slab next to it was bubbling, and the water droplets in the stone slab gradually increased, and it was hot. After a few wooden spoons were full, they took turns to drink into the mouths of the four people, and Chengying whispered, okay?

Next to the ashes of the fire that were about to be extinguished, one palm picked up the loose soil on the ground, and a hole under the fire was faintly leaking, and the fragrance seemed to be absent, and Mu Zi picked up a branch in the hollow in vain, and dragged it out, and the top of the branch was dragged out between the two rectangular blocks of mud.

With a few quick slaps of the palms, the two dehaired pheasants leaked pink and tender meat. Mu Zi was busy with his white hands, his lips were slightly deflated, and he said a few words, "Do you say that the difference between the rich and the poor really can't coexist?"

Now Mu Zibai has finally experienced a wealth in vain, but is dignity really that important, Chengying, do you say that Mu Zimin is really growing up? Mu Zibai feels that people in the world are like things in the world, and they should be full of flowers. How can it be like all, but it is really different from all, alternative from the laws of heaven and earth, and it should be said otherwise, there are thousands of avenues, and different paths lead to the same end. The reason is still the same, but the path is different.

Seungying looked at the pink chicken and said, "Go your own way and let others say it." This is Chengying's life. It's also your life, just go on, don't ask whether it's right or wrong, and someone will judge it. The beauty of the ending lies in one's own heart, it is very tiring and tiring to live for others, and it is very boring and boring to live for oneself. Chengying is a light, but it is the light of the night, and Chengying is a night, day and night. It's tiny, only with those who need it.

It's not a night, it's not a day, it's the life of Chengying. But what if you know? The father's expectant face, the sigh in silence, was the whip mark on Chengying's body.

Plain dress, gray cheeks, long loose hair, a shallow smile. A soft laugh melts away the dull topic. A meandering voice reverberated through the hut: "A group of children who have never left home have a beautiful dream. "The sky outside must be blue, the outside world must be beautiful, and the moon outside is really round. Dreams are in the distance, waiting for you to pick them up! After leaving, you won't know, gentle waiting, looking forward to the rain. It's all there, it's always been there. When I know it, there is only sorrow left.

Chengying, what is your dream, can you tell us about it? Qing Suo said, don't listen to Ziying's nonsense, self-righteousness.

Chengying slowly sank into the distant expectations and dreams, and the good memories without knowing it. The yearning on his face reveals a lot of content.

Chengying said softly: "Chengying's dream is in the place of Chengying's birth, in the vast grassland, galloping horses, riding on horseback a prodigal ranger who can make the weeds around him bend and fascinate countless Turkic girls. There are difficulties, shouting the steppe ranger of Chengying. Not within the ten days of the human dagger. ”

Mu Zi couldn't help but open his mouth in vain: "What is the difference between Senior Brother Chengying's Ten Dynasties and the Dazi Dynasty, I hope Senior Brother Chengying will solve his doubts."

The Ten Dynasties of the Dagger are the dreams of all the dynasties, and everywhere the Ten Dynasties of the Ten Dynasties of the Men and Daggers go, it is all the territory of the Ten Dynasties of the Men and Daggers, and the Dazi Dynasty is only a very small part of the Ten Dynasties of the Men and Daggers, and the Dagger Dynasty is the dynasty of all the people of the Ten Clans. But it's really hard to achieve.

While speaking, the two pheasants had been cleaned up, Chengying picked up one and tore off two chicken legs, moved away from an erected stone slab, drilled out, and walked towards the slope, with different shades of footsteps, like Chengying's mood of sending meat, different shades, in his heart, full of torment, and couldn't help but think of his father's words:" Chengying remembers, you are brothers, but you are enemies, destined enemies, if you kill him, your father will not blame you, if you cripple him, your father is grateful, the world laughs at your mother Piaoyu, you can't do anything, but when it sprouts, Mama Piaoyu can only be like this, and your father's heart is still towards Chengying, but the choice, your father can only give it to yourself, and your father's is not, but that's it. ”

At the top of the mountain, the people of Muzi looked at the shadows coming from the snow. He whispered, "Where there is a father, there must be a son."

Watching Chengying gradually approach, a natural and affectionate brother voice came out of the mouth of Muzimin. "There is no need to do this, deciduous grass roots, snow water bark, will be the driving force for the people of Muzi to achieve anything in the future. ”

Chengying looked at the bent head of Mu Zimin, and listened to Mu Zimin's flattering tone, but Chengying still knew that the children who grew up in everyone's mansion should not be so simple, not to mention his father's explanation, but Chengying is older, really grown, Chengying knows, really knows, the sword, no matter when, no matter where, how can he be afraid of the growth of others, afraid of the challenges of others, this is Chengying's sword, this is Chengying's life.

It is better to take in the straight than to seek in the bend.

This is the sword of the Chengying Society.

But how can Chengying understand that in the near future, Chengying's father will give Chengying a soft sword as a weapon for his life.

Consider, Zhang Shrink, there is Chengying's character, Chengying has seen thousands of heroic stories in the glorious land of Tibetan Sword Villa, and the most proud sentence he learned is: "Twenty years later, he is a good man again!"

In a word, don't be a mother-in-law, eat it! Just throw two chicken legs at the people of Muzi.

Muzi Zimin hurriedly caught it, and still said, "Thank you, brother." ”