There are many mountains in the south of Jiannan, which are continuous and continuous. It strangles Kunlun, the ancestral vein, connects the hundreds of thousands of mountains, borders the plateau and leads to rivers, controls the southern border and leads to the pass. With the power of encirclement, it rests on the source of Jiuzhou, contains the homeland of Bashu, and protects Tianfu.
The northwest peaks belong to the Qingcheng Mountains. There are no towering ancient trees on the top of the mountain. Even in this season, the bare branches of the trees are crisscrossed, blocking the sky and blocking out the sun. There are layers of fallen leaves under the trees, as soft as cotton blankets. I am afraid this scene will not be possible for hundreds of years.
There is a cottage halfway up the mountain, with dozens of households. From guardrails to residences, all kinds of buildings are made of local materials. They are all wooden houses, and the mottled spots also show their age. The village gate is wide open, and a winding path leads directly to the bottom of the mountain. The fallen leaves on both sides of the path are as tall as half a person, which shows that this place has been sheltered from the world for a long time.
At the gate of the village, a fair-skinned child with hair pulled back by a small wooden knife, with white teeth and red lips, carved like a porcelain doll, folded his arms and looked mature and solemn, pacing back and forth, looking at the village from time to time. Inside, it seemed like it was waiting for someone.
First there was a half-grown child with runny nose, his little face was red, he took a few steps to suck the runny nose, but it didn't stop it from flowing to his mouth again.
"Brother, hoo, my dad is gone!"
Then there was a girl with two braids pointing upwards. She ran erratically and couldn't speak well.
"Dade (brother), my beloved (mother) also went."
Then came a child who was older than them all, more than two heads taller than the tallest fair-skinned child. He ran over swaying, knelt down on one knee and cupped his hands in a decent manner.
"Brother, my father is gone!"
A few others trotted over in no particular order and gathered in the empty space at the entrance of the village, just to report on the movements of their parents at home, as if they were playing house and joining the army.
The fair-skinned child had a serious expression, still as calm as if the mountain had collapsed in front of him. He counted the dozen or so people in front of him and asked, "Where are the xiaolongbao?"
A baby who had just lost two front teeth shouted loudly among a dozen children: "Brother, eldest sister is watching your mother's whereabouts!"
The sound was so loud that the fair-skinned child was so frightened that he suppressed his voice and waved his hands, "Mom, keep your voice down."
Fortunately, all the adults in the village had already gone to the ancestral hall at the back to discuss matters. In such a large village, only this group of children playing house was left.
The fair-skinned child who was obviously the leader of this group pretended to rub his chin. I guess it was not uncommon for adults to do this. Who knows what kind of things could come out of this little head. He waved his hand with a general demeanor and said : "No wait, go to the ancestral hall!"
A group of about ten children ran up the back hill, making loud noises, which caused some women who were busy in the house to stick out their heads and tell them to "slow down", and a few men passing by carrying game shouted at them. "Xiaohu's pants fell off", which caused a burst of laughter.
It's like a paradise in the world, and it's really fun and enjoyable.
The ancestral hall mentioned by the Bai Jing children is on the cliff not far from the village. It should be a naturally formed cave, like a raised mouth, opening wide, as if it wants to swallow up the world.
The fair-skinned child raised his little hand, and a group of half-grown children behind him stopped in an orderly manner, without taking a breath. The child with a snotty nose followed closely, bumped into the fair boy, and wiped his snot on his back in a very unclean manner. The fair boy didn't care and motioned for everyone to be silent. This group of children's preparedness is also vividly displayed, but they are also full of laughter.
A little girl wearing a bright red cotton robe and two tangled hair ran out of the cave. She had a pink face and rosy cheeks, and was as cute as a New Year painting doll. However, she was now in a panic that was inconsistent with her age. "Xiaobai, Xiaobai, It’s over, it’s over.”
The fair-skinned child named Xiaobai said in a low voice, "Don't yell, keep your voice down. It's our code of conduct to keep your face calm and your heart not beating when Mount Tai collapses in front of you. Look at your immature appearance!"
The little girl curled her lips, but she didn't refute him. She thought that she was often spoken to by him.
"Xiaolongbao, tell me, why do you need to be so panicked? If the sky falls, there will be a tall man to hold it up." The white child imitated the adults and looked at the tallest child in the group of children, "Yes, big man" elephant."
"Daddy is talking to the ancestor about the third uncle." The little girl who looked like a New Year painting doll had long been used to the white-skinned children always talking nonsense like this, so she ignored him and told him what she had eavesdropped on in the cave. information.
This time, the fair-skinned child was in a panic. He said "Ouch" and wondered why the little girl didn't tell him earlier. He stopped paying attention to the group of "minions" behind him and ran into the cave first.
The path to the stone cave is narrow and secluded, and from time to time a torch can be used to illuminate it. There is gurgling and tinkling water in the cave, and there are actually a few shining bright stones on the high stone walls. It is also a wonderful place to be such a unique treasure.
Despite the rush of the fair-skinned children coming in, they were cautious after entering, tiptoeing and listening to the sounds in the cave.
Not long after walking, it suddenly became clear that a natural open-air cave appeared, like a sea bowl pressed into the mountain. There are strange rocks all over the place, and there are artificially carved caves on the east and west sides, some large and some small, densely packed.
The wall on the north side is mottled and mixed, and upon closer inspection, it is full of words, which seem to be carved casually, but they can still run smoothly. Some characters are round and round like seal script, such as the big word "knife" in the middle. Although it is written in two strokes, it is full and full of charm. In the corner is a human-sized "man", twisted like a willow leaf, skinny and bony.
There is another word "men" that encompasses the entire stone wall. The iron hooks and silver strokes are regular, and the words form a square circle, which also forms a square circle on its own. It covers hundreds of thousands of words, large and small, in a flat shape, seamlessly integrated and majestic.
At the bottom of the open-air cave, there is a circle of strange rocks, and the green pond in the middle is actually filled with row upon row of knives!
There are countless long knives and short knives, densely packed.
Several people, men or women, stood on the tall and strange rocks, all looking towards the south.
There, there was a scabbard hanging in the air, helpless and trembling.
The white child came in quietly and was shocked when he saw this scene, because he came in from the south.
"When the seal was first opened, there was still a group of old immortals who were blocking it. Why are they still alive after seven or eight years? It's your turn now?"
The sound echoed in the cave, deafening.
The fair child looked embarrassed. He quickly covered his ears and opened his mouth. It took him a while to get used to it.
"The Luanhui is going to be covered in dust, ancestor!"
A man on the strange rock spoke, raising his head as if looking at the scabbard.
"Old Ancestor, the Luanhuan has disappeared for three years, and now it has reappeared. It cannot withstand the torment, so please take it back!"
Another man said loudly.
A woman also spoke, "My sect has been around for thousands of years and has absorbed tens of thousands of swords in the world. We can't let the sword master be humiliated again and again. He is not from the Jiang family..."
Something flew through the air, and the woman who spoke fell to the ground, her mouth full of blood.
There was a shabby cloth shoe beside him, which had been washed until it turned white.
"Wipe it clean and bring it up."
The voice, obscured by the echo and unable to distinguish between male and female, sounded again.
The beaten woman stood up in fear and did not bother to wipe the blood stained half of her face. She carefully picked up her shoes and climbed up the stone platform piled on the stone wall.
Behind the hanging scabbard, in a small stone cave that could only accommodate one person, there was an old woman sitting cross-legged with a cane on her knees, giving off a faint evil aura.
The woman's mouth was still bleeding and she didn't dare to wipe it away. She climbed on the stone platform with one hand and handed it over respectfully with the other hand.
The old woman stretched out her feet and said nothing.
The woman adjusted her posture to stand more firmly, freeing up her two hands to gently help the old woman put on her shoes.
The twenty or so people below looked up at this scene, not daring to breathe.
They haven't seen their ancestor hit anyone for several years.
The moment the shoe was securely fastened, the old woman held a cane in one hand and held the woman's neck in the talons of the other, swooped down, and stopped in the center of the pond. She stepped on it like a solid foot, causing a circle of ripples.
"Why, it has only been three years and I have forgotten the rules of this old guy? Whose father and mother did I beat three years ago? Whose father and mother did I beat seven years ago? I have forgotten all of them, right?"
The last sentence of the sharp shout actually aroused a substantial wave of air, which spread out and shook the people around them. Several people with low cultivation levels had already fallen off the stone pillars.
Tens of thousands of knives trembled in the pond.
The fair-skinned child who was farthest away and hiding in the stone path suffered the least impact, but his face turned pale. When he saw the little girl who looked like a New Year painting doll sneaking over, he still said with loyalty: "It's dangerous here, you go first." Go out and wait.”
The little girl raised her hand and lost her mind, "Pull you down, stay back, there are no outsiders here, just be honest."
The fair child curled his lips and rolled his eyes. Although he was disdainful, he still went behind the little girl.
Who made her his sister?
One thing brings down another thing.
The old woman waved her hand and threw the woman to the shore, taking it with ease. Then he glanced sideways at the east side, then towards the west side, "I'm not dead yet, is it your turn to say something?"
No one dared to say a word.
The old woman looked around and hit the water with her crutch, making a "dong" sound.
"Aunt Wuya, but after Luan Huang followed that boy, he didn't return to his sheath."
There was a sound from the west, and a bald old man appeared and landed lightly on the outside.
"Yes, Grandma Wuyi." Another old man with a gray beard appeared. He just stood at the entrance of a stone cave on the east side and did not come down. "We can't have people like this in our sect who cause trouble every now and then. I suggest that the Luanhui be taken back."
The old woman raised her head and looked over, but before she could speak, a hunchbacked old woman came out of a hole on the east side and said in a hoarse voice, "Old lady, our funeral knife grave has always had four realms recognizing its master and five realms sheathing it, but this kid , it’s so different. How will children choose knives in the future? It doesn’t make sense to go into this grave, look at the pool of knives, and then turn to look at the scabbard of the knife owner.”
"That's right." Another old man agreed, "That boy has not asked the sword to be returned to its sheath for several years, and has not allowed the sword owner to appear. Could it be that the sword owner has lost touch with him?"
The old woman laughed out loud, the wrinkles on her face trembled up and down, and she held up the crutch and walked over one by one, "You guys, Luan Huang has been shouting about this and that from the very beginning. His surname is Ye and Jiang, and it has nothing to do with you or me. It doesn’t matter, that girl Jiang Shan decided for herself! But let alone Luan Hu, even if the tens of thousands of swords in this grave have recognized their owner, there is no reason to put them away! "
The old woman's eyes widened with anger, making the men, women, and children in the cave tremble.
"I have been holding my breath for a long time, just to see if Luan Huan will still recognize his master. I have been sitting on the ground for seven years, controlling everything, just to see how you descendants can make it difficult for the younger generation."
"Luanhu has reappeared. If you want to welcome the sword master back, I don't care. If you have the ability, go get it yourself."
"However, if you ask me to know who dares to bully Ye Xiaozi by relying on his old man, I will be very gentle. I, an old fellow, will let you see what it means to return the sword to its sheath, besides returning it to its sheath!"
"Whether it is the judges of the four families, whether they are black and white, whether they are black and white, whether they are bull-headed and horse-faced, or Mengpo Yama, you can appoint them by yourself."
"Bring it back, return the sword to its sheath."
"If you can't get it back, no one is allowed to ask for a knife from the grave for ten years!"
Every word is sonorous and inspiring.
