In late autumn, it is getting colder, frost is turning to snow, and everything is turning yellow and almost white.
The afterglow of the pine shadows and the crow's silence still accompany the setting sun and the sound of autumn.
A hundred-year-old pine tree hangs from the pine tower on the ancient pine cliff. Pine nuts are scattered all over the ground. Uncle Liu picked a raised red rock and sat on it. There was a trace of worry between his brows. His fishing rod was lying flat beside him. The sitting posture was his. The sitting posture of Yu Zen Gong.
Liu Bo knew in his heart that Yu Liufei's trip was destined to be fruitless, so he followed him anyway.
Yu Liufei worked day and night to build a hundred-foot-long rope ladder with hemp ropes and bamboos. He used Uncle Liu's donkey to pull a full cart, bumping all the way up the back cliff of Gusong Cliff, preparing to go down the cliff to find Feng Yi and others. , or a corpse.
Uncle Liu had long said that if the rope ladder was too long, he was afraid that if he threw it down, the falling ladder would be too heavy and the waist rope in the middle would be broken, but Yu Liufei, with his elm-headed mind, just refused to give up.
After three months of fishing at the Zhuxi Pond in Duiyi Valley, Uncle Liu was tired and followed the two idiots up the mountain, hoping that the idiot's rope ladder would be strong enough to allow them to go down to the ancient pine cliff to find someone.
There was little hope, and Uncle Liu frowned slightly. A few days ago, people from the Yuling Sect of Moyun Mountain and the Li Sect of Lushan Mountain came here in turn, worshiping the mountain and throwing round coins down the valley. Quan should have fallen. Everyone on the cliff died. But in his heart, Uncle Liu still hoped that Yu Liufei's rope ladder could be completed. After all, Xiao Yu cooked a lot of noodles for himself at Liushu's tavern. Xiao Yu was quite interesting and lovable.
Regardless of whether he is Ji Ruge or not, he is someone who treats evil with evil, and has a chivalrous heart that helps the world and benevolent. He is always not annoying, not to mention worthy of admiration.
"Old man, please don't sit still. Come and help us lower this rope ladder into the valley."
Yu Liufei stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, tied one end of the rope ladder tightly to the thick waist of the ancient pine on the edge of the cliff with a few large ropes rolled into the thickness of a pole, and shouted to Uncle Liu.
Upon hearing this, Uncle Liu nodded slightly, stood up, and walked slowly to the edge of the cliff.
Standing next to Yu Liufei, Uncle Liu frowned even more, not because of worry, but because the idiot next to him had been doing manual labor for nearly three months, and he still hadn't taken a shower, and he smelled bad. People have to be tight.
Patiently, holding their breath from time to time, and enduring the smell of sweat on his body, the two of them slowly lowered a large number of rope ladders.
The two of them lowered it carefully. When the rope ladder dropped more than thirty feet, the fallen section was too heavy. Yu Liufei and Liu Bonai were both strong and strong, but they still couldn't hold back the weight of the fallen section. , their clothes have already been soaked with sweat.
If you are unable to do what you want, forcing it is useless.
Finally, the two had no choice but to let go and let the rope ladder quickly fall down with a large pile on it.
"Sass, rustle..."
"Snapped!!"
"bump!"
The rope fell one after another, making a sound on the edge of the cliff, and then there was a clear sound of breaking, and then there was a short collision sound of hitting the ground.
The rope ladder broke at the edge of the cliff, leaving only a section of about ten feet, swaying in the air in the breeze.
Upon seeing this, Yu Liufei sat down on the stone ground on the edge of the cliff, gritted his teeth, stared at the cliff, punched the ground violently a few times, and then yelled heartbreakingly into the valley, "Master!!!"
There was a hint of brokenness in his voice, almost making him cry.
"Hey, let's go back." Uncle Liu sighed slightly, looking at the hazy valley under the cliff, with an unconcealable sense of loss in his eyes.
Uncle Liu picked up his fishing rod and waited quietly for Yu Liufei to vent his emotions. He looked at this idiot who wiped away his tears several times and showed no emotion at all.
After waiting for him for a long time, Yu Liufei stood up with a curse, shook the dust off his body, led the donkey, and walked down the mountain without saying a word.
Uncle Liu carried the fishing rod and followed slowly.
Both of them were speechless, but the road down the mountain was several times longer than usual.
The next day.
The cold dew spots the frost, the wind touches the chrysanthemums, the frost touches the flowers, and the winter sun spots the morning crows.
Yu Liufei drank a lot of old wine that he had brought with Liu Bobei a few days ago. He cried while drinking. He didn't wash his face for a long time, and his face turned black and red even when he was drunk.
The thatched house was in a mess, full of bamboo scraps left by Yu Liufei when he chopped the bamboo, as well as many broken machetes.
Uncle Liu looked at Yu Liufei sitting slovenly under the eaves, and then looked at the wine jars scattered on the floor.
Uncle Liu remembered the stench on Feng Yi's body. When the wind blows, it can make people spit out the food they have eaten. It is impossible to say that these two fools are not the disciples of a chess fanatic. Fortunately, this idiot is also a serious lover. The ultimate person.
"You brat, I'm leaving, don't leave now."
Liu Boxu didn't talk much, he was simple and clear.
Yu Liufei waved his hand to Uncle Liu with drunken eyes. From the time he came down the mountain yesterday to now, he still hasn't said a word and only handed him a jar of old wine.
Uncle Liu took it, drank as he walked, and grabbed the bamboo pole that was placed under the eaves of Xiaoyu.
Uncle Liu knew in his heart the importance of this bamboo pole to Xiao Yu, because inside it was the sword of 'Ji Ruge'. The sword was named Ji Mie, with a green scabbard, a red handle, a white awn, a sharp edge, cutting iron like mud, and blowing hair. Broken hair......
Xiaoyu is very concerned about his bamboo pole. After all, he is Ji Ruge, the most feared demon in the world...
He led the old donkey and hung the fishing rods and fishing gear on the donkey's back. Uncle Liu held the wine jar in his hand and drank as he walked. He, who had always been of a quiet temper, couldn't help but feel a little lost. After all, he had very few friends, and Xiaoyu was the one. one.
Moyun Mountain, at the end of Laocao Street.
There was a pawnshop at the end of the street. The old pawnshop owner looked at the old fisherman holding the donkey and bought a hoe and borrowed pen and ink from him. He didn't know what he was going to do. He looked puzzled.
...
At the entrance of Duiyi Valley stone road, by the pine forest trail, Uncle Liu dug a small grave, solemnly placed the bamboo pole in his hand into the hole he had dug, dug up the soil and buried it.
I found a few more stones and piled them up to look like a tomb. I found a wooden board a few feet long and inserted it in front of the tomb.
The ink fountain was dipped in ink, and I looked at the wooden board. I didn't know whether to inscribe Ji Ruge's tomb or Xiao Yu's tomb.
After thinking about it, I sat for a long time, thinking about Xiaoyu's playful smile when he was cooking noodles for me. A smile of relief appeared on the corner of my mouth, and I picked up my pen and wrote down "The grave of my friend Xiaoyu, Liu Yu is buried".
Then he threw away the pen and ink, stood up, and firmly inserted the wooden board in front of the grave.
Uncle Liu scattered all the remaining wine in the wine jar in front of Xiaoyu's grave, picked up the fishing rod and led the old donkey.
Go down the mountain and go all the way north, ready to return to the seventh floor of Muyun Mountain.
At this time, the rising sun broke through the forest fog in the mountains and stretched the figures of a man and a donkey slowly away.
