After saying that, he gently touched the person lying on the ground with his toes to see if he could still move.
After a long time, Hongye said quietly: "Perhaps, he has really forgotten me?"
Bai Pu chuckled in relief, turned to look at Kunlun Nu and Black Girl, and said sincerely: "Take me to your home, okay?"
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When Yun Kong returned to Chen Xiang'er's home, he found that Chen Xiang'er was still waiting for him: "Have you found it?"
Yun Kong shook his head and sat down tiredly, feeling extremely confused.
"If you still don't come back tonight, I will go to the Gangtou Society for help tomorrow," Chen Xiang'er said. "We will search the whole town and there should be a way."
Yun Kong nodded weakly: "Thank you..." Chen Xiang'er left, not forgetting to take away his cherished "Xiang'er Notes".
Yunkong lay on the table, feeling restless and sad, and fell into a deep sleep.
He didn't fall asleep completely. He could still feel the lazy swing of the lights, and he could also feel the slight vibrations of air molecules, but his consciousness was as sticky as syrup, and his hands and feet were too heavy to move.
Suddenly, his mind seemed to rush into a pool of clear water, and he woke up. After being in a daze for a while, he realized that it was his alert instinct that caused him to notice something in the room.
Whatever was in the room was gone.
There was only a little something left on a few surfaces, indicating the fact that someone had been there.
Those were words written on the surface with a little finger dipped in plum tea.
The two words "Kunlun" slowly evaporated and disappeared from several faces, leaving no trace in the end.
Yun Kong's head was filled with confusion as he thought: "Is this Kunlun the Kunlun of "The Classic of Mountains and Seas", the Kunlun of Dongfang Shuo, or the Kunlun of the Western Regions...?"
It wasn't until the next morning, when he was fully awake, that he suddenly realized that the writing on those pages was so small and clumsy.
"Red leaves...?"
Probably more than 300 years ago from this story, there was an old Du in the Tang Dynasty who wrote a five-character quatrain titled "Eight Formations Picture". The poem said: "The contribution to the three-pointed kingdom is called the Eight Formations Picture; Jiang Liushi If you don't turn around, you will swallow Wu with regret.
The first sentence is about Zhuge Liang's "gong".
After Liu Bei visited the thatched cottage three times, the two had a wonderful dialogue, known in history as the "Longzhong Dui". In this dialogue, Zhuge Liang proposed a way to resolve the chaos in the world. First, he simplified the many forces into three, then unified them, and then Sure enough, the world was divided into three parts according to his plan.
The second sentence is his "name".
His superb military skills shocked the enemy with his skillful use of formations, among which the "Eight Formations" was the most famous.
The last sentence refers to his old age, when there are no more heroes, and all kinds of things are miscalculated, especially when the opportunity to annex Wu was lost in the key battle, the world failed to be unified, and Zhuge Liang died in hatred.
However, the most expressive one is the third sentence, "A stone in a river will not turn", which is thought-provoking and still has endless aftertaste after thousands of years.
"Chen Tomb" has been tempered by wind and sand, and Yunkong's skin is full of traces of being carefully sculpted by time.
He walked to a river bank and sat down on the bank, watching the flow of the river in a daze.
The river water is sometimes fast and slow, sometimes smooth, sometimes sluggish due to siltation and river bends. Looking at the river water from the clouds, I almost have the illusion that I am looking at my own fifty years.
He knew that there was no permanent normality in life, and nothing remained constant, but when he was observing the river, a thought suddenly occurred to him: After traveling around the world for decades, what exactly do you want?
He laughed at himself for being so stupid. Didn't he just ask for "nothing"?
Don’t do anything, do nothing, what Laozi calls inaction, Zhuangzi calls carefree, Liezi calls self-generating and self-transforming, as if asking for something is a sin.
He left the river bank and walked up the hill, looking around nostalgically. The trees, bamboo forests and yellow and fallen leaves here were all common to him when he walked around the world. But walking here and listening to the crackling of leaves under his feet, there was nothing special about it. The sound of breaking leaves is even more nostalgic than here.
Finally he came to the top of the hill, looked down, and suddenly realized in his heart that the questions that had occasionally arisen over the years were answered instantly: the scorched earth under the mountain was still there, there were no traces of people, and the fields were dead. The fire was indeed strange, burning everything.
The villagers at that time never rebuilt this place in the future. It may be that strange things happened frequently in those years, which made them lose confidence in this ominous place.
Yun Kong stared quietly for a long time, and it wasn't until the autumn wind chilled his bones that he came back to his senses.
Turning around, he was startled again. He saw an incredible scene that he had not expected at all: there was a small cabin in the woods.
Being impartial is exactly where it was back then.
Yun Kong looked at it, his heart felt hot, and his legs had the urge to run over immediately to see if the room was the same as before.
However, he is not young anymore. Although his youthful enthusiasm has never diminished, he has learned to control his thoughts.
He slowly approached the hut and looked at the water tank in front of the door nostalgically. There was a wooden spoon hanging on the side of the tank, and dry branches he picked up from the forest were scattered on the ground.
"Khan, you need to tidy up the dead branches and put them behind you."
"Yes, mother."
Yun Kong walked around to the back of the hut, and sure enough there was a pile of dead branches.
He returned to the door, only hesitated for a moment, then pushed the door open and went in.
There was no one in the hut, and there was a subtle smell of old wood in the hut. There was a table made of random woods, which looked shaky. On it was a clay pot with a missing handle, and a pottery cup with a missing corner.
Yunkong exhaled. It turned out that the hut was only similar on the outside, but it was completely different inside. After all, the house had long since been reduced to ashes and mixed with the mud beneath his feet.
As he walked into the kitchen, he felt a sudden chill in his heart and tears burst out from his eyes.
stove!
It’s the same stove!
He was pushed into the stove, and the room was surrounded by a sea of fire, with tongues of fire flying around, trying to devour his body.
"Khan!
Shrink in! "
He was pushed in hard, and his nose was covered with cigarette ashes. He was very scared. He didn't understand why his parents did this. He was pushed very uncomfortable.
My parents were eaten alive by the fire.
He watched helplessly as his mother's black hair turned into flames, and his parents lowered their faces, not letting him see their expressions of pain, not letting him see their flesh twisting, scorching, and melting under the flames.
But he still smelled the endless smell of burnt meat.
He forgot what happened next. He forgot because he was too frightened. He forgot deliberately. Anyway, remembering too much would be harmful to the body and mind.
I only remember that two charred corpses were opened in front of me, and two Taoist priests appeared outside the furnace mouth.
"Your name is Yun Kong." said the old Taoist priest.
The stove was still the stove from back then. In the stove, where he had been hiding, firewood was burned, and a small urn on the stove was burning. He opened the lid of the urn, and, well, it was multigrain porridge.
He went back outside and sat on a rough wooden stool at the table to wait.
Who will rebuild the cabin on the ruins of the past?
Before the owner of the house came back, Yun Kong wanted to sit quietly and meditate to pass the time, but he couldn't do it. His heart was turbulent and it was difficult to calm down.
Who will open the door and come in?
The quiet forest surrounds the cabin, and even the birds are silent. The gentle breeze rustles the leaves and whispers.
The scorched earth at the foot of the mountain is even calmer, with a few wooden boards erected with the faded names of the deceased written on them.
Yun Kong heard footsteps.
Although I had been mentally prepared, my heart still couldn't help but feel a sinking feeling. A warm current of sadness ran up the bridge of my nose. I stared at the wooden door excitedly, expecting the person behind the door to show up soon.
An old hand reached into the door gap and pushed the door gently.
Yun Kong finally couldn't stop crying, her nose felt sore, and her vision suddenly blurred.
That hand!
How familiar he had been!
The old man came in, wearing an old Taoist robe and his dusty white hair, neatly arranged.
Seeing the visitor in the room, the old man was stunned for a moment, and then scolded him softly: "You kid, you made me wait for so long."
Yun Kong stepped forward and took his hand, unable to say a word and just crying.
"Boy, boy, you are not young yet, are you still so crying?" The old man gently pushed Yun Kong back to the stool, "I didn't expect that there are so many medicinal herbs on the mountain in your hometown. I picked some and boiled them for you to anneal them, okay? ?”
Yun Kong struggled to stop crying and wiped away his tears with his sleeves: "Thank you, senior brother."
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Ninety-year-old Yankong is still the same as before, rigorous but very cheerful.
When the senior brothers met, they just wished they could tell all the long-lasting separation in a few words. Especially Yun Kong, he was vying to talk about what he had seen and heard. After talking for a long time, he remembered his confusion: "How come senior brother lives in my hometown?"
"Waiting for you."
Yankong washed the herbs and said, "I guess you will come back, but I don't know when you will come back, so I built a hut here."
