"Wouldn't it be that I cursed Yu Erniang for not dying well, so I suffered retribution and ruined my character?"

Ping An was angry, so he had to sit on the top of the mountain and be depressed.

Reading is not smooth, absorbing the essence of plants and trees is not successful, and there is no interest in playing with friends, so I will look at the scenery.

When you think of it, you will do it peacefully.

He climbed a large tree, sat on the treetops, and slowly opened his heart as he looked out toward the town of Xima below and the mountains beyond.

Guizhou Province, located in the Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau, is the poorest and most backward province in the land of China, all the surrounding towns and villages, are surrounded by mountains, the residents here do not go out, you can see one mountain forest after another, one after another, it seems that there is no end to it.

Cities like the city and county are fine, but remote towns like Xima Town are completely surrounded by mountains and rivers.

There are mountains in the town, and there are mountains outside the town.

There are rivers in the mountains and fish in the water, which raises the fierce temperament of the mountain people.

Poor mountains and bad waters come out of the people.

But how do good people know how good they are?

Ping An has never felt unfortunate because he is a baby in the mountains, but is complacent about it, how good the green mountains and green waters are, not only can support people, but also stay away from the noise and fast-paced busyness of the city.

Without intrigue and mercenary views, you can naturally enjoy life slowly, without showing off like competition, and naturally without the crazy struggle like self-destruction, you can better think about life and the meaning of life.

Just like now, Ping An looked at his hometown surrounded by three mountain ranges, and couldn't help but think of a poem by Mao Weiren:

"There are so many delicate rivers and mountains, and countless heroes have bent their waists. ”

And when Ping An saw the two mountains on the left and right sides of the town, and the mountain in the center of the town full of tall trees and vegetation, a pattern similar to gossip that he had seen on TV suddenly appeared in Ping'an's mind.

"This is a treasure land that combines feng shui and aura. ”

Peace has a feeling that this place is indescribably precious.

Moreover, peace often comes from the mouths of the elderly, and these three mountains seem to have their stories and their guardians.

Let this place feel mysterious.

Ping An thought for a while, but he couldn't figure it out, and he didn't have anything to gain today, so he had to go down the mountain and go home with a depressed mood.

The mountains of Guizhou Province are undulating, there are many hills, there are grasslands, there are cliffs more than ten meters to hundreds of meters high, there are cattle and sheep grazing grass, and there are also birds flying by, leaving a chirping song.

Just when Ping'an passed by an abandoned stone factory in the corner of the mountain, he unexpectedly saw Li Xiaowei and them.

A few bear children were busy in a forest and grass above the abandoned stone stepping factory, holding sticks, knives and pieces of iron in their hands, giggling and arguing, while digging something in the grass?

This kind of thing has been done safely, they are digging ginseng, a plant whose roots are very similar to ginseng, and it tastes crisp, sweet and fragrant, and the old people say that this is a small ginseng, with high nutritional value, and stewing with chicken is the most nourishing.

At this time last year, Ping An didn't dig less, took it back and asked his grandmother to stew meat for him.

"Wang, come and take a look, my ginseng head is bigger than the one you dug just now, right?" Li Xiaowei held a ginseng head the size of an adult's middle finger in his hand, laughing and shouting happily, happy and excited.

"Let me see how big it is. ”

"Let me see first, he will compare with me. ”

In the forest, there was a quarrel.

Seeing the crazy appearance of his little friends, Ping An played, ran towards them with his feet scattered, and shouted: "Let me come and see, I will be the referee for you." ”

Hearing the voice of this long-lost partner, the friends shouted strangely: "Peace, come on, there are a lot of people in the forest, hurry up and dig it!"

Li Xiaowei was at the peak of his life, and he wanted to show off his "achievements" in front of Ping'an, and took the initiative to run towards Ping'an at the foot of the mountain.

In his excitement, he didn't see the road under his feet clearly, and accidentally kicked his foot on a wooden stake, and fell directly into a dog poop, and then the person immediately rolled down the slope like a rolling gourd, and let out a miserable howl like killing a pig.

This poor baby, the top of life is not so easy to climb, it will fall down the trough of life, isn't it just a ginseng head, what's so good, it's good, it is estimated that this fall is not light.

Just when Ping'an felt pain, he saw Li Xiaoweiren's 360-degree rotation, he immediately adjusted his posture of rolling down, and then seized this fleeting opportunity, Li Xiaowei's buttocks slammed hard, his legs popped out flexibly, and then kicked hard on a stone on the slope, and immediately stopped the rolling body.

"Good. ”

Ping An shouted loudly and praised, he would also learn this trick "carp jumping door", he learned it from an old man in the town, a boy as big as Ping An almost all learned kung fu from the old man for a few days.

"Peace and careful. ”

Suddenly, the voice of a small friend sounded in the woods.

Ping An was stunned for a moment, and that bad premonition came to his heart again. Immediately, he saw that the big stone kicked by Li Xiaowei actually kept rolling down the slope, and finally fell heavily from the cliff more than 20 meters high above the abandoned stone stepping factory.

Bang.

Flying sand and stones, the mountain stones smashed a larger stone in the waste rock factory, the force was very large, and immediately let some small sand and stones loosen, rolling down, straight to Ping'an.

"Run, run. ”

Wang Du above suddenly screamed, and the other friends also screamed.

They saw the boulder that had been hit by the rocks from above, and after shaking it a few times, it rolled with the sand flow, and Ping An stood below.

Ping An also found the rolling boulder, which rolled more and more rapidly, getting closer and closer to him, like a torrent of storms, rushing with an unstoppable momentum.

Ping'an's face changed greatly, looking closer and closer, at least there was a boulder weighing a thousand catties, with a stream of sand whistling towards him, his keen perception appeared, just like yesterday when he faced Zhao Xiaojun's murderous aura, Ping'an clearly captured the traces of the boulder's rolling, and even slowed it down, slowed down, slowed down again......

It's a pity that Ping An couldn't dodge it at all, because his body couldn't keep up with his thoughts, and he couldn't make a single move of his thoughts, and he had to face the rolling boulders......

That's when it happened.

Just when Ping'an's mind was buzzing, and he was overwhelmed with fear.

Something wonderful happened, and the opportunity he was waiting for suddenly appeared.

The golden gourd in Ping'an's body also appeared in his mind at this moment of life and death, shining brightly. Then, with a mysterious impulse, Ping An subconsciously shouted out a familiar, unfamiliar, quaint, and distant and mysterious sentence:

"Please turn around, baby. ”

Airplanes!

The golden gourd trembled in Ping'an's mind, and its small gourd mouth suddenly spit out a ray of golden light, which was the light quenched by the golden beans.

The light as small as the tip of a needle flew out from the center of Ping'an's eyebrows, turned two or three times in the air, turned into a sharp golden light, and fell on the boulder with a poof, like a sharp knife cutting tofu, the boulder immediately broke from the middle, like a watermelon cut by a knife, fell to both sides, and finally rolled down from the left and right sides of Ping'an's body.

The golden light flew back into Ping'an's body in an instant.

"Are you okay?"

"You're so lucky that the stone actually cracked and rolled off you. ”

The friends came down from the mountain one after another, surrounded Ping An and shouted, Ping An stayed in place, seemed stupid, stunned, stunned!

In his mind, the "Fengshen List" he had watched suddenly appeared, and he remembered Jiang Ziya's words:

Chopping immortal flying knife, hidden in the gourd, seven inches and five minutes long, with feathers and wings, sharp, invincible.

It is actually the number one killer weapon in the "God List".

While Ping An was excited, he only felt cold sweat flowing all over his body.

Just a little bit, just a little bit, when he was about to be hit by a thousand catties of boulders, the immortal slashing flying knife hidden in his body suddenly jumped out, slashing the rolling stone away, saving his life.

If there was no golden gourd, no golden beans given to him by his aunt to refine the golden gourd into an immortal flying knife, if it were not for Zhao Xiaojun's oppression of him yesterday, he would definitely end up with broken bones today.

Thanks to my aunt, thanks to the golden beans, and thanks to God for letting him pick up the golden gourd.

While Ping An thanked everyone who could be thanked, the same thought also popped up in his head, the Immortal Cutting Flying Knife can cut the stone, so does it mean that if Zhao Xiaojun dared to make a move on him yesterday, would he be killed by the Immortal Cutting Flying Knife?

"Is this possible?"

Ping An clearly remembered that the moment the needle-tip-sized immortal flying knife sprayed out of the gourd, the terrifying edge contained in it, it was estimated that it was an easy task to cut people.

"Ping, are you scared silly?"

"Ping'an, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I really didn't mean it......" Li Xiaowei was frightened, crying, his little face was pale and pale, and he was really scared.

"What a hemp-tailed lion, you want to murder me! Lao Tzu will never play with you anymore, you are all Diao people, and you all want to murder me. Ping An suppressed the idea of turning the river and the sea in his heart, raised his middle finger at a group of friends, and dropped a sentence to flash immediately.

In fact, Ping An was very excited, he watched a lot of Grandpa Jin's martial arts dramas, the 84 version of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", Andy Lau's version of "The Legend of the Shooting Heroes", and Tony Leung's Xiaoyuer, envying Guo Jing's "Eighteen Palms of the Descending Dragon", admiring Yang Guo's gloomy ecstasy palm, and admiring the hero Yan Nantian's "Wedding Dress Magic".

Now, he has the flying knife of cutting immortals in ancient myths and stories, what Yang Guo Jing, what is the Eastern Evil, the Western Poison, the Southern Emperor, the Northern Beggar, and the Zhongshen, all of them are floating clouds and bullshit, can they be defeated by the indestructible Immortal Flying Knife?

If he can control the Immortal Flying Knife as he wants, then those who fly in the sky, those who run in the mountains, and those who swim in the water, which one can escape the clutches of my peace, Zhao Xiaojun still dares to bring a group of dogs to his house to make trouble?

Wahahahaha......