In the wilderness, the forest is sparse.

A leopard stands on a dried, low cliff, its front paws sticking out, and it is motionless in a fluttering motion.

Still, like a painting.

Beneath the cliff is a bush of thorns, in which something lurks.

It was a giant python, with a head and tail as long as half a foot, as thick as a sea bowl, and fine scales gray and black.

A leopard and a python have been facing each other for a long time, things are quiet, the wind is also quiet, and between a trace of calm, it is a thunderous killing machine!

Suddenly, the leopard whimpered, slowly bent down, and lay quietly on the cliff.

Whimper, whimper, low mourning, in the belly of the python, is its child. Only between going out to forage for food, the small leopard hidden among the cliffs and rocks has been devoured by the python, look at the bulging mass in the belly of the slender snake, it is. The skin on the head of the giant python is covered with blood, which was caught by the leopard not long ago, and the leopard licks the calf deeply, and will never let it go! The two are deadlocked, the python is between the thorns, the leopard is not allowed to enter, but the leopard is on the side, and the python is not allowed to take off.

Fang Yin stood far away, and he also watched for a long time.

Fang Yin didn't see the moment when the little leopard was swallowed by the giant python, but the scene of the female leopard roaring like thunder, fighting and killing like a giant python, was already deeply imprinted in Fang Yin's mind. Yes, in terms of body shape, if it is based on habits, the leopard will not choose such a difficult opponent. Fang Yin didn't guess wrong, it was when the little leopard was buried in the belly of the python before, and the female leopard followed it, the smell of his son's bloody breath had completely angered it-

"Woo-woo-woo-" the she-leopard was calling, her voice was short, short, and rapid, and she was calling to her young.

It's like this, the little leopard didn't die. It only thought that the leopard cub was still alive.

Fang Yin's heart was sour, and Fang Yin wanted to cry a little.

The little leopard has long since died, the python never eats live things, and the little leopard is exhausted before it enters the belly of the snake.

The hatred of killing the son, the bitter hatred, Fang Yin thought that the python would definitely not escape this catastrophe.

But Fang Yin was wrong, just as the leopard's mother thought that her child was not dead, Fang Yin would never have thought of it at this time-

After another while, the giant python slowly poked out of the thorns.

The leopard suddenly stood up, its teeth and claws about to make a gesture again, and the leopard's eyes never left it!

The python opened its mouth, slowly, slowly, and spit out something.

The black black black, wet, small mass of things, is the corpse of the little leopard.

The leopard flew and jumped down, and the lightning snapped and left!

The giant python swam away quickly, but the leopard ignored it, placed the carcass of the leopard cub on the cliff, and lay down on its side to look at the head. The leopard's eyes are only on the leopard cub, and the leopard's target is only one, that is, the leopard. The mother reclaimed her young son, called in a low voice, licked it repeatedly, until this time she still thought that the leopard was not dead, it wanted to wake up her sleeping child: "Woooo

Fang Yin turned his head away, and two tears flowed down-

"Fang'er-Fang'er-" "Fang'er, baa, Fang'er, baa, baa......" "Mother!mother!Fang'er eats, the lamb eats!" "Mother!" The voice is soft in the ears, and the sound is like a dream when I wake up. This sad and helpless scene stung Fang Yin's eyes, and his heart hurt slightly, Fang Yin thought of his mother again: "Mother, mother, Fang Er eat, Fang Er listens to you......"

In the open field, in the vast world, a person walks alone.

Sword picks up the bag.

The wind whined, the grass and trees slumped, especially the sky and the earth were far away, empty and desolate.

In fact, this is not the case, Fang Yin is not alone. There are birds and finches in the sky, pikas in the grass, life is everywhere, and there are all things in heaven and earth. Life is everywhere, but also dangerous, look at the distance a group of wild antelope, quietly grazing, unaware of a colorful tiger is waiting in the dark. The tiger came out, the sheep scattered, chased and fled, and in the dusty place, a small antelope was buried in the tiger's mouth. Yes, it is not surprising that a tiger eats a lamb, just as a python swallows a young leopard.

If a leopard preys on a small antelope, it will generally be ruthless and will not care what the ewe thinks.

It's not about hatred, it's about survival.

Yes, yes, everything has a way, it is endless, and between the vast heaven and earth, Fang Yin is just an insignificant one.

Walking, walking, walking through light and darkness, walking through life and death, walking on the never-ending road of life.

Where is this, Fang Yin doesn't know.

Where this is going, Fang Yin doesn't know.

Just go, just walk forward, most of the time absent-minded, empty in the mind, thinking about nothing.

When walking became a habit, when loneliness became a habit, Fang Yin's heart finally calmed down. In fact, Fang Yin didn't walk fast, he walked in the open air, meditated and practiced internal skills in the morning and evening, practiced several styles of Sanqing swordsmanship, and most of them were also touring the mountains and rivers and looking at the scenery along the way, and the idle clouds and wild cranes were generally free. When I met passers-by, I said hello, and I also entered the town, exchanged for a few poetry books, and read thousands of books to travel thousands of miles, and hone my muscles and bones with pleasure and temperament.

In fact, the road is not long, walking dozens of miles a day, and it will be walked all year round.

Suffering is not bitter, happiness is not happiness, happiness is in suffering, that is.

In the end, there are some things that I look down on.

Finally, there are some words that I understand.

What you can't forget is people, and what you can't forget is love.

Dusk fell, and the clouds filled the sky.

In the wilderness, under a tree, a bonfire is lit, and the fragrance is overflowing.

A hare, charred on the outside and tender on the inside, a savage, munching on it.

This is Boss Fang, who eats and drinks alone in a barbecue, and he will not be wronged wherever he goes. This is Daoist Fang, who has always said one thing and done another, obviously there is dry food in the bag, but he is greedy for appetite. It's about hatred, not for survival, who called the hare so fat and lovely, maybe it owed Fang Daoist 200 taels of silver in his last life. The real truth is that there is no reason, this is a world where the weak eat the strong, and the most reasonable thing is that people are the most unreasonable.

For example, Daoist Fang, this high-level animal.

"Amitabha, sin and sin!" said Daoist Fang with a smile as he bit the rabbit meat.

Daoist Fang remembered many monks, bald heads one after another: "Come on, come on, Brother Wuzen, please eat meat, Fang Yin has a mouthful, Wuzen has a mouthful, Wuzen has a mouthful, Fang Yin has a mouthful, Dinghai Kongwen, Lingshi Lingxiu, and there is, incompetent-" Of course, if the incompetent immortal is here, then there is no one else's share. Of course, Daoist Fang often talks to himself alone, because after staying alone for a long time, sometimes he forgets how to speak: "Yuan, Yuan, Fang, Fang, Yan'er-"

Ay!

Still, I can't forget it.

At that time, my heart was excited, unforgettable! But I can no longer remember her face.

Daoist Fang smiled and laughed, and shed tears sadly, whimpering, whimpering, feeling very pitiful. Pitiful and pathetic, pathetic and even more shameful, not human at all, human and superfluous. Therefore, Daoist Fang is a contradictory person, sometimes smart and sometimes stupid, sometimes sober and sometimes confused, and under the wild and uninhibited appearance is a fragile and sensitive heart. I can't forget it, so I will remember it! Daoist Fang tore off a piece of rabbit meat with his teeth and chewed it fiercely, and in a blink of an eye, he realized the truth.

One person has one appearance, and tens of millions of people have ten million appearances, and the description is similar to each other, and they can't remember it.

That's the case, if you think about it carefully, the people around you are all blurred faces.

It's like looking at yourself in the mirror, familiar and unfamiliar.

Delicate, only in the heart of the mirror.