Meng Xiaoshan saw the old man's back follow the judge's strokes across the sky, and his heart was dull for no reason, and a feeling that he couldn't let go of welled up in his heart. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe corners of his eyes were already soaking wet at some point, he just didn't know. Uncle Xia left, and the people who searched for them also chased after them, but Xiaoshan couldn't do anything.

It was night, and the biting cold wind was blowing, and from time to time it struck, as if it couldn't wait to announce that 'my winter has come'. Yes, winter did drive out autumn, wantonly showing its ruthlessness.

Meng Xiaoshan looked around the cave again, his mind was blank, not ruthless, but the memories were blank when they flooded into the depths. He didn't dare to stay any longer, and took advantage of the night to go into the depths of the dense forest. Although it is winter, the Yunqing Mountains are extraordinary, and the vegetation on them is still lush. No matter what, Xiaoshan still had to be cautious, worried that the immortal would chase after him again, and he didn't want Uncle Xia's sacrifice to become worthless, so he Xiaoshan had to live no matter what, and he had to live well. Although Uncle Xia confessed not to let him take revenge when he left, Xiaoshan couldn't forget his revenge, no, he shouldn't let it go. In a corner of my heart, the saying of the original world has been echoing: "It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years".

It was much easier to descend the mountain than to go up, and as soon as you lifted your feet, you took a loose step. At the dawn of the day, Xiaoshan had reached the foot of the mountain. Seeing that I was about to see the crowd, my mood was a little down.

The scenery under the mountain is a piece of earthy yellow, everything presents the sadness unique to winter, and the early morning wind blows on the face like a knife, Xiaoshan can't help but tighten his clothes. Some of the leaves on the trees turned yellow and floated down, and some of the leaves turned red. He continued walking, intent on finding the so-called human population. However, even if the combination of internal breath and true qi was not enough to continue to maintain his pace, he was so tired that he had forgotten about hunger.

He knew that the people were still far from here, but he was really tired, and he could not move the barren grass with no road, so he simply sat on the dry grass, and persuaded himself in his heart that he was just resting, yes, resting······

A pheasant crowed, Xiaoshan opened his eyelids in the warm sunshine, he knew that he was asleep, his sore and numb arm made him uncomfortable for a while, he sat up and stretched his body, and the tiredness was swept away. "Gollum, Gollum..." It's just the feeling of hunger that prevails. What can he do if everything is desolate?

In the barren mountains and wilderness, where the grass is dead and dead, there is not even a trace of a mouse, Xiaoshan does not dare to hope that he can find food by hunting. So, I had to tighten my belt and continue walking.

The fragrance was rich, the fragrance was overflowing, and the sudden smell surprised Xiaoshan for a while, and he thought that there was some strange fruit tree, he took the road to look at it, and was stunned for a while. I saw that it was a different scene, and I had to praise the sentence "what a plum blossom scene".

There is a poem as proof:

Bai Ben is a couple, and Huang Zhong is self-fidelity.

Looking at each other, it has been reformed and led by the four seasons of spring.

In this withering all over the sky, in the lamentation of all things, plum blossoms appeared, standing proudly here. Her tall, slender branches are not affected by the winter cold in the slightest. Freezing cold and frost. Blooming in the winter, full of pride, standing upright, let the wind and snow blow......

Plum blossoms are the most selfless flowers. It is willing to be lonely and indifferent to fame and fortune. Plum blossoms also have been blown by the cold wind to stagger, swaying left and right, whenever this time, it always bears silently, never shouted injustice, never called aggrieved. It is not annoyed by missing out on the beautiful spring, not frustrated by the absence of butterflies to dance with, and not frustrated by the lack of companions. Don't learn the delicate peach blossoms to chase the water, not more than frivolous catkins flying all over the sky, just blooming in the world without regrets, and working hard to decorate the silver world. The plum blossoms left the spring to others, and the unbearable cold to themselves.

Although it does not bring the joy of fruit, it is as if I have met a good friend who is in the same condition.

"Boom..." A loud bang came, startling the sad Xiaoshan. Walking through the plum blossoms, looking for the sound, I saw a city in front of me as if it had been hit by an atomic bomb, and a huge mushroom exploded. Then came the ruins.

There are also people in the city who fly out of the magic weapon, needless to say that they must be cultivators, but the strange thing is that what happened to this mortal city?

"Fellow Daoist, what's going on ahead?" Xiao Shan stopped a cultivator who was not too high and flew extremely low.

The man was still panicked, and said, "What else can I do?

"Extinction?" Xiaoshan asked strangely.

"Exterminate mortals, don't you know? It's the massacre unleashed by the immortals of the upper realm against the mortals of our world. ”

"The Holocaust? Why kill mortals?"

"Alas, who made them immortals? Lawless, they regard the lives of mortals as if they were a mustard, and slaughter mortals when they are not happy, even the cultivators are sometimes not spared. ”

"How can this be?" Xiaoshan was surprised and furious.

"Well, don't talk about it. If you don't escape, don't stop me. The demonic immortal is in front, if you want to die, you will go yourself" The Dao man was obviously impatient and said in a hurry.

Xiaoshan had no choice but to let go. The monk fled in a panic.

"Oh my God, what's wrong with this world?" Xiaoshan muttered to himself in distress.

(Lao Tzu's "Tao Te Ching" has the words: "Heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are used as dogs" - ordinary people criticize Lao Tzu's sentence as insidious, mean, and too thorough. For they interpret the meaning of this sentence to say that heaven and earth do not care whether they are benevolent or not, but they give birth to all things and play with them as dogs. This is a misunderstanding of Lao Tzu's thought, or a deliberate misinterpretation for humorous purposes. Lao Tzu's original meaning of "digging a dog" is a dog made of grass. In ancient times, dogs were originally sacrificed for sacrifices, and in ceremonies such as sacrificing ancestors and heaven and earth, such as the current cold pig's head, cow, sheep, etc. Later, due to the evolution of social customs, real dogs were no longer used, but a dog shape was used to tie grass instead. It is equivalent to the future generations when worshipping, using a pig's head made of flour to replace the real pig's head. After the dog is ready, before it is used for sacrifice, everyone attaches great importance to it and does not dare to touch it casually, and when the sacrifice is held, it is thrown into the garbage heap.

Heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are used as dogs, and saints are unkind, and people are dogs. Between heaven and earth, it is still like a dragon

Void but unyielding, moving and getting more and more. It is better to be in the middle than to be poor.

It means:

Heaven and earth are merciful, they have no benevolence, they treat everything like a dog, and they let everything die on its own. The saints are also unkind, and they treat the people like dogs, leaving them to their own devices. Isn't it like a bellows between heaven and earth? it is empty and not exhausted, and the more it stirs up the wind, the more it grows. The multiplicity of decrees is even more confusing and unworkable, so it is better to remain quiet. Note: I didn't quote this sentence!)