The sudden wind and sand are fascinating to the eyes.
Then I felt like the wind and rain were dark.
This place is located in the south of Xiasongzhong, and is a famous loess plain. It is shrouded in layers of wind and sand all day long, with long ravines and scattered heights. It seems to be more messy and deeper than the palm prints of an old monk who has experienced autumn and summer in his thirties and fifties.
During the dry seasons of spring and autumn, this piece of loess land often goes without rain for several months, and only strong winds blow up the earth. It is even more difficult for passers-by to stop in this piece of land. The wind carries traces of soil and hits the top of the face, causing pain. Moreover, the soil was extremely loose and it was difficult for horses to pull out their hooves. Except for some cattle with wide and strong hooves who could walk slowly on the slope, there was no other way to move.
For the people here, the rainy season is even more difficult. Heavy rains fall continuously for three to five days. The steep soil slopes are washed away by the rain. Large pieces of loess are carried down by the water flow and collected in low places. It is very easy to cause disasters and floods. Fields that took many days to plow. Moreover, it is extremely difficult for trees to grow in this loess land boundary, so most of the people live in mud houses. It is common for the mud houses to be destroyed.
If it suddenly rains outside in the middle of the night while you are sleeping and you are not awakened, then if water flows down the eaves and walls, a section of the earthen house will be destroyed in a short time. It will not be bad to repair it in the future, but if your wife, children and children are injured, , that will really make you worry for a long time.
Xia Song is rich and prosperous, but Tuyuan is not among them.
An old woodcutter slowly climbed up to the ridge of the soil and looked into the distance, but he did not cover his eyes. He was not worried at all whether the yellow sand blown by the wind would be lost in his eyes. He just spat twice in his mouth. The soil is fine and the expression is bored.
It's been a long time since I've been here in Xia Song. I've seen green forests, green bamboos, and waterfalls in the mountains, but I've never seen such a barren land. Don't talk about staying here. Just passing by here makes people feel depressed and can't see it. A little bit angry.
No one knows why an old woodcutter with a hatchet and ax on his waist came to this rugged land without forests today.
Who would collect firewood and woodcutters in such a place where no vegetation grows? But the old woodcutter often took out his hatchet and ax from his waist and wiped it with a rag, always looking eager to try, as if there was a lush green field in front of him. Lao Lin.
"They say this place is magnificent and majestic, but I don't know where the magnificence lies. It's not as good as the Taoist temple on the mountain. At least there are many rare objects." The old woodcutter shook his head and stretched out a finger to test the ax blade on his waist. After seeing more white marks, he was somewhat satisfied, muttering and walking forward slowly.
Like a piece of cracked rice paper standing upright, a very tiny ink dot left by the person holding the pen without moving it rolled down lightly.
Walking fifty miles up the Loess Plain has never been an easy way to make a living, but this old woodcutter, who looked quite out of shape, walked not fast, but he never stopped and walked alone in the huge yellow wind.
Fifty miles of Loess River has continuous ravines and layers upon layers. Viewed from the side, the scenery is colorful. It can be said that there are hundreds of gradients back and forth. Looking at it for a long time, it is indeed a unique beauty.
Within fifty miles of entering Huangtuchuan, you will find Hutou Mountain. Among the hundreds of miles of Loess River, there is only one corner of the land lined with huge boulders. There is neither loess nor wind and sand, and the wind calms down and the clouds stop.
It is named Hutou Mountain because of the stone top of a hundred feet in the middle. From a distance, it looks like a giant tiger lowering its head to drink from the stream. The yellow wind has slowed down, and the atmosphere is majestic and majestic.
The old woodcutter walked out of the wind step by step, then slowly walked around to the foot of Hutou Mountain and looked towards the top of the mountain.
"People say that the wind follows the tiger and the clouds follow the dragon. The yellow wind is rolling here, but it's a pity that there is a dog lying on top of the tiger's head, which greatly ruins the scenery." The old woodcutter was very old, but at this moment, his laughter and curses were full of confidence, echoing in the In the stone forest, it lasts forever.
Hutoushan shouted angrily: "How dare I be so rude!"
The woodcutter sneered, "Unfortunately, there is no food in my grandfather's belly. He is so hungry that his liver and spleen are almost shriveled. He only has one brave man left. No matter what kind of god, Buddha, dragon or python you are, you dare to challenge him."
On top of the tiger's head, a man stood up and shouted condescendingly to the old woodcutter, "We are from the Mimen of the Eastern Islands. We want to go to the West to gain more experience in the Three Kingdoms. The old man has extraordinary aura, why are we like this?"
When the speaker had not stood up, his figure was almost hidden by the tiger's head on the top of the mountain. Now that he stood up, only half of his body was visible. His hair was combed, and a straight knife with a long and narrow sheath was slung around his waist. His face was indeed extraordinary.
Three people also walked out after hearing the sound at the foot of the mountain. They were all dressed in the same way and looked bad.
Mimen has been passed down for a long time, and its origin is unknown. Especially when the five religions of Daqi were honored, it spread most widely, and its disciples were as wide as mountains and seas. Most of them scattered. However, after all, Mimen has a very long heritage. Moreover, he does not often do good deeds and mostly uses ruthless methods. Therefore, everyone in the world avoids him.
"It turns out he is from Mimen." The old woodcutter seemed a little timid and took two steps back. But before the four people showed their sarcasm, the old man added, "They all say that Mimen is a man." Most people are extremely short. When I saw them today, I have to say that they are as short as my grandma."
"It's natural to go to the West Road to gain experience in the Three Kingdoms, but the formations around you are so sinister. Are you really here just to gain experience?"
After finishing speaking, the old woodcutter pulled out the hatchet from his waist and slashed it in front of him.
The formation suddenly shattered into pieces.
The old man picked up the hatchet, curled his lips and said, "You guys in Mimen, I'm afraid you are just trying to harm others. I know that there are still leaders in your Mimen who will succeed you from generation to generation. I heard people say that you are very clever and capable. I will calculate it carefully, if I am not old and unwilling to take a boat to the island easily, otherwise I will definitely chop your Mimen leader to pieces."
Before he could finish his words, a stream of light had already appeared from up and down Hutou Mountain, and in an instant, it was in front of the woodcutter.
It turned out that the four people had already joined forces, forced out the powerful inner energy from their palms, blended together, and headed straight for the old woodcutter's door.
In ancient times, there were forests and myriad phenomena, but now there are gods and gods.
The stream of light and electricity is like the wind, as if a big gun is pointed directly between the old man's throat, and there is a faint vitality flowing continuously.
But where the old man stood, smoke and dust rose up, and the stone forest thirty feet away turned into powder in an instant.
The old woodcutter stood up straight and spat vigorously on the ground, with a look of disgust on his face, "The soul has broken through. Today's Mimen is really ashamed of his ancestors."
But before the four members of Mimen changed their moves, the old woodcutter frowned and said to himself, "I originally remembered that I once taught a boy how to fly a sword, which seemed to be using a hairpin. Dai Jian, now I don’t have a sword in my hand, let alone a hairpin, what should I do?”
Then the old man glanced at his waist and burst into laughter.
"It doesn't matter, I'll fly my sword with my nose, or I'll fly my axe."
The sound of wind and thunder suddenly rose, and the strong wind blew up in Hutou Mountain.
Secretly, three people stepped out of Mimen again, and the seven of them worked together to force out the Tao, which is like an ink flowing light. The flowing light is shaped like an ink python, as strong as a mountain, with nine heads in its body, and it grinds its teeth to suck blood.
In the essence of Mimen, this style is called Jiuyin.
However, the glory around the old man's waist comes and goes, comes and goes.
The strong wind has not moved, but the ax has returned to the palm.
All six of them were killed, and the leading man was killed along with the top of Hutou Mountain.
The ax breaks the tiger's head.
