"Boom, boom, boom......"

This is not the sound of drums, nor is it any thunder, but the sound of water, rolling turbid water, roaring, rushing from Kyushu to the East China Sea, the momentum is majestic, the majesty makes people shocked and distracted, it is the Yellow River.

The Yellow River flows all the way down from the source, passing through snow-capped mountains, passing through wastelands, passing through high mountains, and then there are gradually a forest of restaurants on both sides of the river, as well as countless merchant ships.

As night fell, the merchant ships that had already been parked on the river were now brightly lit. Under the illumination of the lights, countless figures of light singing and dancing loomed, showing the ethereal silk and bamboo, and the state of strong wine and singing.

There are also desolate and barren, stubborn stones exposed under the sky in the wind and rain for countless years, washed clean and unusually brilliant by the river water, and under the scales, they are like huge scales, revealing antiquity and vicissitudes.

The lights gradually became scarce, and the noisy sounds gradually disappeared, gradually transitioning from prosperity to quiet night and quiet mountain.

In the night, there is only a lonely hut, so abruptly located on the edge of the Yellow River, far away from the mortal dust, lonely, lonely there, through the small window, the night shows a dim and unknown fire, and inside, an old man is busy with something.

From far to near.

The room was not big, a bed, a few bedding, a stove, and some utensils, and the old man looked at his hands very intently, just because his hands were dyed with a kind of yellow mud, which was full of cracks and dry hands, which the old man had scooped up from the Yellow River.

After a while, he saw that the mud was slowly forming in his hand, and a xun embryo appeared in his hand. The old man's eyes were focused on making it as round as possible, and then carefully opened the holes, and then put them in the furnace to fire.

The fire of the furnace illuminated the skin of his life

Time passed quickly, the old man estimated the time and hurriedly took out the Tao Xun, and when he saw the intact Xun body, he suddenly showed a smile, and his wrinkled face was like the bark of a tree, and the ravine.

"Woo...... Woo......"

He tried to blow.

A voice like a mournful voice slowly sounded, from low to high, from crisp to thick, alternating with each other.

The old man's face was pale, his white hair swayed casually in the wind, as if he had experienced endless years of wind and frost, and his calloused hands held a Tao Xun.

"Hum ......"

Inside the house, a protesting voice suddenly appeared from a quilt, as if to say that the noise made it sleep.

The old man slowly lowered his hand and smiled.

The cliffs on both sides were steep, and he seemed to be the only room in a radius of a hundred miles, so he sat down and looked at the night sky with a few stars, and then his eyes fell on the rushing and turbid water.

With the stars as a companion and the night as a friend, the Xun in his hand picked it up again, blowing in his mouth, but there was no sound, what he blew was not a sound, but an invisible meaning, no one heard.

It's just that I don't know if it's an illusion, because since he started to blow silently, the Yellow River in front of him seems to roar more violently, and the sound of surging water has faintly turned into a faint roar, and the water has changed from clear to turbid, from turbid to clear, just like the rhythm of the old man's previous voice.

The old man seemed to have always had that expression, at this moment, as if nothing could disturb him, nor could he be distracted, such days, such nights, he had experienced for several years.

The stars gradually dimmed, and above the Yellow River was a round of golden sun, which was fiery red, reflecting the turbid water into gold, and suddenly the river water was like golden lava, but the fiery red fell, but it seemed to be unknown blood.

"Hah!"

There was a yawn behind him, and then a round ball of flesh seemed to run over, and if it weren't for the old man's understanding, he was really afraid that it would slip and fall.

And the Xun in his hand is slowly drifting away with the wind, like dust.

Seeing this, the old man slowly raised his hand, and let the yellow earth fly into the wind and fall into the river.

"It's a pity, for so many years, I have never been able to enter the Yuan Shen again, let alone find the mud that carries my will, even the flesh and blood of the Yellow River Ancestral Dragon can only carry one song. ”

The old man sighed, his eyes a little gloomy.

Once upon a time, he never thought that he would grow old, but now, under the difference in the rules of heaven and earth and the long river of fighting, his life is like a flower that is about to wither.

"But, fortunately, soon, when those people from the other world come, I will have new nutrients and bloom again. ”

The old man slapped the mud powder that had stuck to his hands, and a kind smile appeared on his face from beginning to end.

"There is also the way of the five elements, alas, over the years, I have walked through the wasteland Gobi, walked through the vast desert, walked through the snow-capped mountains and ice fields, walked from the world to the mortal dust, and have seen many joys and sorrows, with the autumn rain to understand the meaning of the water, to the people and mountains to understand the meaning of the soil, but unfortunately, there is no clue so far, is it ...... Am I really poorly qualified?"

The old man shook his head and stood up slowly, and then snorted against the rising sun, only to see that the aura between heaven and earth naturally gathered and fell into his mouth and integrated into his body.

At his feet, Xiaohua sat cross-legged, and the aura gathered between his mouth and nose swam like a dragon, and then fell into its belly.

Until the last sink, Xiaohua's eyes hurriedly opened, and then went to look at the black and white fur color that was no longer on her body, and when she saw that it was still so dirty, her cheeks suddenly drooped, and her face was lost and depressed.

"Let's go, let's eat osmanthus cake today. ”

The old man grabbed it skillfully, and as soon as the words came out of his mouth, Xiaohua's somewhat gloomy eyes lit up.

"Hum ......"

It grabbed the old man's shoulder, whispered a few more words in his ear.

"Okay, there are glutinous rice cakes and red date cakes. ”

The old man laughed.

......

On the street, the figure of the old man did not appear until the sun rose quite high, and then came to a somewhat clean place, it was a very small storefront, and it looked like it had not been taken care of for a while, it was very old, and there was no name.

The closed wooden door was pushed open by the old man, and then raised some dust, he really hasn't been here for a while, inside are some xun, the size is not only different, even the material is different, there are bamboo, there are pottery, in short, there are a lot.

He took out a chaise longue, placed it in the shadow of the door, and lay down, and what sounded in his ears were the voices around Fang Yuan, crying, laughing, mourning, and sorrow......

At the same time, no one noticed that the tips of his index finger were actually filled with a strange aura, drawing in the void, as if he were writing something, and whenever a voice came to his ears, he would draw a stroke.

"Humph......"

In the house, Xiaohua was holding a large number of pastries larger than her size and eating happily, her face full of happiness.