Zhong Sheng received a letter from his classmate Zhang Qingxuan last month, he recommended Zhong Sheng to rush to Gangneung Mansion after the Mid-Autumn Festival to serve as a shogunate, because his mother was seriously ill and needed to take care of a few days of delay, so he wanted to cross Shenlong Mountain and take a shortcut to Jiangling to take up his post.

Zhong Sheng inquired about the way up the mountain at the teahouse at the foot of the mountain, and the tea guests at the foot of the mountain advised Zhong Sheng not to take risks: "This mountain stretches for hundreds of miles, no matter how anxious the son is, he can take such a dangerous risk!" "Yes... Oh, yes... How many people went in to collect medicine and hunt, but they didn't come back..."

"Thank you for your kindness, Xiaosheng wants to go to Jiangling Mansion to seek an official, because his mother is unwell and delayed for some time, he has to take a shortcut......." Even though many people persuaded him, Zhong Sheng still had a resolute gaze, he had studied hard for many years, and he couldn't wait to show his revenge, so that his mother could enjoy the blessings earlier.

He lay on a table outside the teahouse and slept all night, and the next day he set out into the mountains, where the first part of the road was opened by hunters and woodcutters, and after walking for about half an hour, there was gradually no path, and the weedy and thorny jungle was struggling.

Zhong Sheng looked at his hands that were not touched by the spring water, shook his head and sighed at the mountain full of thorns, he wanted to take a shortcut, but he was in such a dilemma, but he didn't know what to do at this moment?

'Huhu......hu' a burst of cramped sounds got closer and closer to him, Zhong Sheng followed the sound, only to see two tigers rushing towards him, he threw down his backpack and climbed to the tree, the tiger stood under the tree with saliva and roared.

Zhong Sheng thought to himself: "Is it going to die here today?" recalling his years of hard work, his mother's expectations, years of hard work, will be reduced to the tiger's mouth, has always been self-sustaining and resolute character, at this time can only cry in grief on the tree: "God is unfair, God is unfair...... The sound of wailing resounded through the mountains and forests.

Unexpectedly, his heart-rending cry attracted a hunting team, and more than a dozen people shot arrows at the tiger, saving Zhong Sheng, and the hunters all smiled: "I can hunt two big tigers this time, and I have to thank this scholar for bait!" "No, I haven't hunted a tiger for many years......" "This time I'm lucky......"

Zhong Sheng shook his head and sighed with a smile: "Ordinary people 'useless are scholars', scholars can still be used as bait to hunt tigers.....

The hunters gave some food to the scholar and persuaded him to have a chance to go out or take the official road in the future, but Zhong Sheng insisted on taking a shortcut, and the hunter told him that the barren mountains in front of him were the Shenlong Mountain Range, and the mountains were extremely dangerous, although there were not many beasts, but there were many big snakes and birds of prey, and no one had rushed to the depths.

And Zhong Sheng insisted on crossing Shenlong Mountain to take a shortcut, and the hunters had no choice but to give up when they saw that he was extremely persistent, so they gave him some male yellow snake repellent, and also gave him a firewood knife for self-defense.

After saying goodbye to the hunters, Zhong Sheng struggled to cut down the thorns that stood in his way, and walked slowly through the barren jungle, as if no matter how difficult it was, he could not stop his faith. It was indeed strange along the way, there were no rabbits and squirrels or other small animals, not even flying birds, maybe the small animals were really eaten by snakes.

He didn't see any rumored poisonous snakes and beasts at all, so he walked more and more energetically, and his clothes and skin were cut by thorns, but he seemed to be completely unconscious, and he wanted to rush to Gangneung Mansion as soon as possible to take up his post, and even felt that the hunters and the people at the foot of the mountain were alarmist, or maybe they had the smell of male yellow on their bodies, and the snakes were hiding.

After walking for most of the day, he crossed a mountain and came to the valley where the two mountains were connected, Zhong Sheng felt very tired, found a flat place to sit down and eat some dry food, and fell asleep unconsciously.

When he woke up, he was surrounded by snakes of all colors, large and small, spitting out letters, forming him in a circle, and the snakes did not dare to approach him, and he could not get out.

Zhong Sheng is not afraid of snakes, he also had a small snake when he was young, but at this moment, he is still trembling in the face of countless groups of snakes.

He saw that the little snake was so destined for himself, so he secretly took the little snake to the desk in the school and raised it, and then the snake grew bigger and bigger, and the desk could not be hidden, so he had to exile the snake, and he wrote a 'king' on the snake's head, hoping that it would be able to survive in the wild in the future.

He sighed and said, "Hey, be a full ghost." So he took out all the food and ate it all......

Slowly the sun went down, and the hunters said that there were no people in the deep mountains, so he had to give up calling for help.

He laughed... Looking up to the sky and smiling, there was bitterness in the laughter...... Ha...... Ha......

He took out his father's relics, and the brass flute, which his father had spent years teaching him only one tune, blew the tune.

The song is sad and melancholy, at this time his heart is chaotic, his mother raised him with hard work, for him to study, he is going to die here before he has fulfilled his filial piety, should he hate God for injustice, or did he create something evil in his previous life?

At the end of the song, he looked at the snake around him and shook his head and sighed, bit his tongue and prepared to end himself, but he retracted in pain, thinking: "Biting your tongue and killing yourself is only recorded in a book, or it is not feasible, find a stone and break it, it is better than being bitten to death by a snake." ”