The beautiful landscape hidden by this fog was displayed in front of the eyes of Guansong and others. The old farmer stood by the side of the road with a flower hoe in his hand, "Boys, you will remove the grass with me today. Guan Song and the others hurriedly followed when they heard it, the old farmer planted the moon season, which was pleasing to the eye!

The flower field is divided into blocks, the field is neat, the moon flowers are blooming vigorously, and there are some small wild grasses and parasitic vines that make a comeback and wrap around the moon flower branches. There are many parasitic vines, and the thin roots of the vines are difficult to pull out, and the stems are easily pulled out. You can only dig deep into the soil, but it is very deep, sometimes even under a lot of hoes, continue to go down, the roots have always been there, you can only pull it by hand, I really don't know how deep it is, and then dig it, the moon flowers will be dug out. There are many small thorns on the branches of the vine, and the hands are often cut. The old farmer has been watching from the sidelines, and also asked them to loosen the soil for Yueji. After loosening the soil, slowly shaking the roots of the vine is much more effective than pulling it out directly. This is really the experience of the old man, time goes by in labor. Two or three hours later, the thin vines on the moon season flower have been pulled out of several large and small piles, although the moon season is still the original moon season, but the plants are bright and bright, it looks extraordinarily refreshing, and it shows its original appearance. The original flowers of the moon season are some delicate under the cover of parasitic vines, and they can't see the whole picture clearly, but now after finishing up, the flowers are either upturned or covered, in a thousand postures, showing the natural perfection.

When it was time to eat, the old farmer cooked white rice porridge and ate it with pickles. After dinner, I went to sleep at night, after seeing what time of starlight! I got up in the morning before sunrise and worked, and I worked hard all day and night, and the years were safe and undisturbed! On weekdays, I weed and watered the flowers, and I rested at sunrise and sunset every day, and I didn't know it for several days. The days have not changed in particular. Guansong and the others lived peacefully and happily, and they did not notice anything abnormal. Living in a quiet and peaceful dream, several people in the hut on the top of the mountain are still asleep. I don't know when I'll wake up, I don't know how I'll realize it's a dream. Is it a dream in a dream, or is it a dream in a dream? It seems that there is no difference and there is no difference!

After hard work and sweat, on this day, the moon season flowers bloomed, with a wide variety of colors and rich floral fragrance. The cuckoo watched the flowers swaying in the wind, the flowers nodded shyly, and the fragrance of the wind blowing through the moon made her feel familiar, inexplicably familiar; the old farmer raised the flower hoe and loosened the soil for the moon season, the same movement, the same posture, "as if I had seen it." The cuckoo couldn't help but speak, and the old farmer smiled slightly, and glanced at the cuckoo, which seemed to be full of deep meaning! After a few days of hard work, in exchange for beautiful eyes and hearts, everyone sat on the ridge of the field to watch the flowers, the scene was like going to the top of the mountain to see the old farmer watering that day, everyone sat in rows! The meal was sweet potatoes, cooked and roasted very fragrant and delicious, "It seems that I have eaten somewhere." The cuckoo felt very familiar, and he didn't know where this familiar feeling came from, and what kind of memory stayed in his mind. I just can't remember. After dinner, Guansong wanted to walk around the village, the cuckoo followed, the houses in the village were next to each other, the fields were neat and clean, the roads were also very clean, there were many cattle and sheep, but there were no people, and there seemed to be no popularity. "Young master, don't you think it's strange that there seems to be no one else in the whole village except us. Du Juan and Guansong said. Guan Song nodded again and again, but he couldn't say anything. "And, a lot of times I find it weird. But I can't say why. The cuckoo didn't go any further. She didn't feel anything, just frowned. Guan Song looked at his little scholar, in fact, he sometimes felt that some people and things seemed to have happened before, as if they had encountered them before, and they were very familiar. Can't say why. He smiled: "Girl, don't think about it, it's time to go back to dinner later." "For dinner, I ate sweet potato porridge, lumps of sweet potatoes, thin porridge soup, and the cuckoo habitually picked up the spoon and took a sip, wondering where he had eaten it, but he couldn't remember anything. I always feel like I was happy and satisfied when I used to eat sweet potato porridge, a very warm feeling, tears actually flowed from the corners of my eyes, so familiar, so warm, when? With whom? Why can't I remember? And why did I shed tears. The cuckoo vaguely felt that the tears were because there were still people around him, but the people around him were not the same people as they are now. The cuckoo stopped his chopsticks, not knowing why he couldn't eat, but he felt as if he was in a fog in his heart, and he couldn't figure out what the problem was. I always feel that the current stable and regular life is very unreal, as if I am in an illusion. She went to bed with doubts, and thought about why she thought the old farmer and the flower hoe had seen before, but she couldn't tell the reason. The next day it was white, the rooster crowed, and everyone got up. The cuckoo picked up the spoon and rinsed his mouth and face, as if he had seen the spoon somewhere else. The cuckoo shook his head, wondering if it was the cause of his lack of sleep yesterday. She didn't think about it, after washing her face, she was a little thirsty, drank a sip of mountain spring water, and habitually handed it to the people around her. Watch as everyone takes the scoop one by one, rinses and drinks. At this moment, a flash of inspiration appeared, at the top of the mountain, he and Guansong were also like this, drinking water one after another, it was such a scene, exactly the same. Everyone drank the water handed by the old farmer and fell asleep to the old farmer's storytelling. Everyone is sleeping in front of the hut on the top of the mountain, and it is they who sleep, and they are not at the top of the mountain now, this is in a dream, this is the life in a dream, no wonder it is so familiar. The cuckoo suddenly realized, just looked up, and saw Guansong looking at him with focused eyes, Cuckoo stepped forward and whispered a few words to Guansong, and Guansong nodded again and again. Qing Chong and the others ran to the stove to light a fire and were busy making breakfast. The old farmer sat next to him and took care of the flower hoe, and when he looked up and saw the crown pine and the rhododendron standing in front of him, he immediately understood it, and he smiled. The old farmer stood up and changed his body, but it was a white bear with pink moon flowers on his body. The white bear leaned over the ground and motioned for the cuckoo to sit up, and the crown pine beckoned everyone to sit down, and the white bear flew up, flew over the flower field village, flew into the sky, passed through the chaotic sky, and landed in front of the hut on the top of the mountain. Guansong and others woke up one after another, the old farmer stood at the mouth of the thatched hut, the old farmer stretched out his hand, and the white bear shrunk into pieces, which turned out to be a piece of white paper!

"It took many days to wake up. Life is the same as dreams, life is like dreams, dreams are just life, and people can't grasp any moment in it. It wasn't until the cuckoo drank water and finally realized that the overlapping resemblance had taken place that he came to his senses. But after all, he still broke the dream array. The old farmer said with a smile. "Now go down the mountain. ”

Guansong and they walked down the mountain, unintentionally attached to the mountains and flowers on the mountain, for fear that one would accidentally fall into a dream. At the foot of the mountain, a scholar was reading aloud with a book of sages, and when he saw them, he called them to follow him.

It is said that his home is not far from the foot of the mountain, which is indeed very close, and there is the word "forget the machine" hanging in front of his house.

This should be the seventh formation, and the name of the formation is "Forget the Machine".

There is only one room in the scholar's house, and the four walls of the room are lined with bookshelves, which are filled with bamboo slips and books. There was a table and a stool in the room, and nothing else. There was a book hanging in the air on the table, large and thick, and everyone felt very strange, and they all rushed up to inspect it. Before he stood in front of him, the book shone brightly, and a whirlpool was formed in the light, and the six teenagers were sucked into the book, and they were not seen for a moment. There is Yan Ruyu in the book, there is a golden house in the book, there is also heaven and earth in the book, and there is also a Jin Ge Iron Horse in the book. The young man's feet fell to the ground, he was already dressed as a general, on the horse, in the rain, in front of the battle, he was already defeated, retreated to the city, the city gate was closed, and the banner on the city wall fell in the rain, and there was no spirit. Some of the wounded soldiers were leaning against the corner of the wall and bleeding, and several of them were huddled in a heap, shivering wet, and there was no doctor to treat them to stop the bleeding, as if they were waiting for the fate of death. Guan Song was defeated, and he retreated into the city, shouting and closing the gates. Watching a few wounded soldiers close the city gate, and then seeing the blood of the rain, he couldn't bear it for a while, but he suddenly felt that he had already experienced a hundred battles, as if he was used to seeing life and death. He shouted for them to stand up, to wipe the blood from their bodies, and not to look like they were dying. However, it didn't work, the lifeless rainy day was in stark contrast to his hoarseness. At this moment, dark clouds rolled through the sky, thick clouds made a dull thunder in the air, and several lightning bolts streaked across the sky, like hideous cracks in the sky. Wherever the clouds went, the wind blew, and the rain fell heavier and heavier under the clouds. A raging storm swept through the entire city ramparts of the failed city. The wind leaked through the stone walls, blew through everyone's wet clothes, and the cold clung to everyone's skin, and with the wind, the muscles shivered for a while.

"General, there is not much food left, we are retreating one by one, where should we retreat? With so many wounded soldiers, the men and horses can't go fast. The enemy will also set up a ladder to climb the city wall at night, and there are not many rolling stones left on the city wall, and the stone steps are slippery in the rain, and the stone hanging baskets are not convenient, so we might as well put up a white flag and surrender. ”

"Life and death are small, and failure is big, and this Furong City must not fall into my hands. Guan Song's face was firm.

The man who said he was going to surrender knelt down, "For the sake of the lives of the people and so many wounded soldiers in this city, we will put aside our personal honor." "This person is Qingchong. Guansong waved his hand again and again, "No, we can still fight, Furong City has stood here for thousands of years, and the Rose Country has no choice, I will guard this city for a year, and I will be in this situation." If you want me to surrender the flag, I can't. As soon as the words fell, a soldier ran in a panic, "General, the enemy fires many cold arrows, which have entered the city countless times, and there are letters of persuasion on the cold arrows. Guansong rushed into the rain, and saw the arrows and letters shot into the rain in the city of Furong, the streets and alleys, everywhere, some old, weak, sick, disabled, women and children, were opening the notes and looking at something. Guan Song wiped the rain all over his face, tore down a note, and handed it to Qing Chong on the side, "Read." "Tell the soldiers and civilians of Furong City: take the initiative to surrender, do not hurt a bit, if it is stubborn, the soldiers will be killed, and the people will be slaves, there is nothing to say. ”