At the beginning of March, the snow in the mountains is gradually receding, and it may not be yet spring, but it is not far from the recovery of all things. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

These days and nights, heavy snow covered the mountains, from darkness to dawn, from dusk to sunrise, Jiang Xing secretly waited for a long time. Even in that timeless dream, he always thought about the mirror flower hermitage in Lianyun Mountain, as well as the rivers and lakes......

'Initiation:

Father-in-law, stepmother, Yue'er.

No need to worry.

gone, wandering the rivers and lakes. ’

It took more than ten days of hard work, at the old Mr. Songzhuang, Jiang Xing learned these words, used a carefully selected piece of charcoal, wrote crookedly on the rough-edged paper, put it at the head of the bed, and left at night.

The big bird that can ride people, the long dragon that travels thousands of miles on the earth every day - if it were not for the magnificent world in his dreams, maybe he would still live his duty to live a life of relying on the mountains and eating the mountains. Born and lived, he didn't want his life to be so boring and bland.

He's going to roam the rivers and lakes.

Jiang Xing was lightly dressed and simple, only bringing a change of clothes, two days of dry food and dried meat, tiger skin fur, and hunting forks and firewood knives for self-defense, which were all indispensable.

Listening to those second-rate sons in the village, in addition to the thin waist in Shu, the most worthy of seeing in the world is Qinhuai Fandai, Yangzhou Thin Horse, Suzhou Girl and Datong Mother-in-law. As the name suggests, they should all be women. Look at their eyebrows fluttering, with a look of longing, I haven't seen it with my own eyes. Jiang Xing also likes good-looking women, which are pleasing to the eye, for example, every time he sees Aunt Li and Li Yue, he will be in a good mood. Not only with the idea of learning skills, but also wanted to be like the ranger in the book, go to the end of the world with a sword, and see the prosperity of the world.

Under the starry night, with a glimmer of hope for the Jinghua Nunnery, Jiang Xing glanced back at the gradually unheard Songzhuang archway, and then walked firmly and walked towards the depths of Lianyun Mountain;

Maybe adults can't see anything, but playmates who get along day and night can always feel some clues.

Walking and walking, Jiang Xing suddenly felt very melancholy.

Thinking that his father-in-law and stepmother really treated him like his own in these days, and left like this, I couldn't help but feel lost. And that sister, clenching her fists, Jiang Xing secretly thought: "Soon, I will be back." ”

I have never traveled overnight in Lianyun Mountain, although it is not far from dawn, but I hear the wolf howl that sounds from time to time, and ordinary people will really be creepy. However, Jiang Xing didn't say that he knew all kinds of beasts well, and he wouldn't be afraid if he really encountered them. It's just that this deserted night mountain forest road is more difficult than he imagined, the shrubs and grasses that are tangled in the dark, and the wind blows, whenever this happens, Jiang Xing must concentrate on raising his vigilance, afraid of any jackals, tigers and leopards. Every step is more careful, the dead leaves cover the ground, and he must be steady when he steps on the ground. And if you are bitten by a poisonous snake, you can only sit and wait. After all, being bold does not mean that the nerves are big, so take off the burden, cut off a piece of cloth with a firewood knife, wrap it around the dead branches you picked up, and blow the fire on it, and the darkness will be forced back by the firelight.

The road ahead was difficult, Jiang Xing held a torch, walked briskly, and never thought of giving up.

He is now like an ant blown by a strong wind on the duckweed in the lake, and the greatest horror is nothing more than life and death. Only by following the tide to the rivers and lakes is that this is his life. On the contrary, what is the point of living, it is better to die and accompany Grandma below.

I didn't go around a flatter long road, and went straight to the winding birdpath. In early spring, it was still a little cold, Jiang Xing was angry with white air in his mouth, and he was not in a hurry or slow. He knew that he should not be anxious on the mountain road, he should rest, he should slow down when he encounters a steep slope, and he should not rush forward with enthusiasm. Otherwise, in the end, you will only be exhausted and the gains outweigh the losses.

Time is like an arrow, the sky is gradually opening, and Lian Yunshan slowly stretches his body.

It is not an isolated mountain, it has been dragged for miles. Jiang Xing has long been confident about the terrain, and knows that there is a concave flat bottom in the middle of Lianyun Mountain, with waterfalls flowing, strange peaks and ravines, full of towering trees, and Jinghua Nunnery is built in the valley. Along the way, I saw the beautiful scenery, and I couldn't help but feel big and leave all the sorrows behind.

After an hour, he descended the bird's path and walked on a hastily gravel-paved path. It didn't take long for the flying eaves of the nunnery to finally appear in the field of vision, with red walls and green tiles, and Jiang Xing did not rush forward. All the way to this point, there is no preserved fruit, and he is already hungry. Perhaps he was born to be a person who likes to make preparations perfect, so he first found a big bluestone and sat on it. Then he opened his bags, drank water, chewed on dry food, and stared at the quiet over there.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he rested for a moment before heading to the nunnery.

For some reason, as we get closer, the carved red walls and green tiles begin to slowly color, and the overall pattern becomes smaller and smaller. I was very stunned, until I got closer, the vermilion gate was already mottled, the gray tiles and white walls, and the plaque on the door, which seemed to fall down when the wind blew. The gold paint also lost its luster without exception.

He suddenly found that this nunnery was even smaller and shabby than he imagined.

Could it be that the resplendor of the previous moment was just an illusion?

In a trance, the wooden door suddenly "creaked" open, perhaps hearing his pretended heavy footsteps, a female nun who looked like a double ten walked out, she was in a gray robe, chanted a Buddha horn, and said: "Little donor, why are you here." ”

Although it was an inquiring word, there was no hint of inquiry, and Jiang Xing only heard the meaning of rushing people. As if he had a soul in his heart, Jiang Xing said without thinking: "Why am I going?" The words fell, Jiang Xing bowed and bowed, and said nothing else.

Hearing such a sentence, the nun who was about to reach out to stop him from saluting paused, frowned, and looked surprised. After receiving Jiang Xing's salute, he couldn't help but fold his hands, chanted the Buddha's name again, and calmed down and said: "The little donor has also seen it, there is nothing you want here." Where you come from, go there. ”

Jiang Xing never felt that there was anything that could penetrate people's hearts, and he couldn't help but secretly say that she was playing tricks.

In his impression, Kagava-an was indeed beautiful, and it began to be the same as he thought. But what does it matter if he really sees such a shabby? He did not hesitate at all, with a longing for the two immortals in the smoke and rain, threw his bags aside, bowed, his forehead pressed against the ground, and said: "The mountain is not high, but there are immortals. The water is not deep, but if there is a dragon, it will be spiritual—"

"I, Jiang Xing, am willing to be a cow and a horse for Shitai, and I only ask Shitai to teach me to practice. ”

Jiang Donkey, who was so stubborn that ten cows couldn't pull it back, no matter how the nun persuaded him, he didn't move. For example, Grandma once laughed and scolded him for being a stone in a pit, smelly and hard. The nun couldn't touch him, and he stinked so much that she could only close the door and walk away without saying anything. No one came out again, Jiang Xing knelt for a long, long time, at least in his senses, the warm sun shone on his back, and he almost couldn't hold on and fell to the ground.

Fortunately, a voice attracted his attention, not as crisp and gentle as the young nun and very mature, and came from behind the wooden door: "Little donor, why do you want to practice?" Without waiting for an answer, he asked: "Do you want to be immortal, or be glorious and rich? Gold and silver treasures, or enjoy the admiration of thousands of people?

Jiang Xing's mind was blank, thinking about what the other party said, and muttered, "I don't know." Maintaining a posture, the low head is very heavy, and in the dark eyes, it seems that there is a fire in the snow, ridiculous Jishitang, ridiculous doctor. Jiang Xing thought, tried, slowly, and hesitated again: "I want to be happy with the vengeance...... but found that it seems inappropriate to talk about enmity here, and hurriedly said: "No, I want good and evil to be reward......ed" It didn't seem right, Jiang Xing gritted his teeth and simply said: "Anyway, I just want to practice, so that I can see more things that I can't see." ”

"Do you want to go to the ends of the cape?"

"Yes! That's it. Jiang Xing raised his head, his neck was very stiff, and this time it was very laborious.

He saw the wooden door open slightly.

"Come in. ”