Song Ciwan stood under the bright skylight, facing the countryside ahead and the smoke from the houses, and a sentence came to his mind unconsciously -
When the forest reaches the water source, there is a mountain with a small mouth, as if there is light...
The land is flat, the houses look like... there is traffic on the streets, chickens and dogs hear each other... the yellow hair hangs down, and they are happy...
This is where? Why does everything here seem to be as described in "Peach Blossom Spring"?
So peaceful, joyful and full of vitality, it is like a paradise!
Song Ciwan stepped into this world and heard bursts of laughter from young people in front of him. He also heard fishermen rowing on the lake at the foot of the distant mountains and singing loudly: "It's spring in March. Farmers and mulberry farmers are busy with everything, catching fish with golden scales, good weather and good weather, and the warehouses are full..."
The song floats under the bright clear sky, and the spring breeze blows slowly, blowing away the impetuousness of the world and blowing out infinite peace.
Song Ciwan stood at the moment, witnessing this scene, and couldn't help but smile a little on his face.
At this moment, I suddenly saw a group of people walking far away on the street on the left.
The leader was a seven or eight-year-old child, who was strutting down the path with his hands behind his back, followed by a group of gray-haired old men with drooping heads behind him.
As the children walked, they lectured the elders behind them, and their words were old-fashioned: "If a jade is not polished, it will not become a useful tool. If a person does not learn, he will not know righteousness. I have worked hard to teach you how to read day by day. Am I doing it to harm you? If it is not for your own good." , I want you to be able to make great achievements in the future, Master, why am I working so hard for you?"
Some of the old men at the rear lowered their heads and listened attentively to the instructions, while some covered their faces with their sleeves, feeling ashamed. There were also a few who rolled their eyes and quietly made faces at the children in front, obviously unconvinced.
The child walked forward with his hands behind his back, but a pair of eyes seemed to grow on the back of his head. For a moment, he looked back and glared at the person behind him who was making faces, and shouted: "What? You don't accept it? Dog, bite him!"
"Meow-woof!"
A vigorous figure suddenly jumped out from behind the child. It was a huge civet cat that was two feet tall.
The civet cat leapt forward, and like an arrow from its string, it suddenly pounced on the grimacing old man.
The old man screamed: "Ah! Master, Master, please spare my life, the student has realized his mistake!"
But it was too late. While he was shouting, the civet cat threw him to the ground, opened his mouth in an instant, and bit off one of his ears!
"Ah! It hurts so much, my ear..." The old man shrank on the ground and screamed miserably, but the civet cat held the ear in its mouth and returned to the child in an instant.
The child's majestic expression softened slightly. He stretched out his hand to caress the cat's plush head and praised: "What a good dog, I will reward you with these eyes..."
"Meow-woof!" The civet cat cried out vaguely, squatted to the side happily, and acted like a dog. It bit the bloody ears in its mouth and ate it into its belly with crunching sounds. middle.
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Not far away, Song Ciwan witnessed all this, and for a moment he felt as if a fog-like chaos had arisen in his brain.
The breeze in the fields was still gentle, and the sunshine in the sky was bright and warm, but the scene in front of him was so absurd and distorted that when the breeze came slowly, Song Ciwan suddenly felt a chill.
She actually felt so cold!
With her current level of cultivation, it would be no problem for her to reach the normal state of being impervious to cold and heat. But at this moment, under the warm sunshine, she felt cold... This was naturally not a normal phenomenon.
Oh, and there's something even more abnormal.
Song Ciwan discovered that her true energy and magical power suddenly settled in her Dantian meridians. It seemed that she had been severely restrained, and she could not move!
Because the true energy could not be mobilized, the problem that followed was that her holding talisman could no longer be used, and she could not contact the Canghai Cave Sky.
On the other hand, the scale of heaven and earth is not subject to any restrictions. When Song Ciwan moved his mind, he felt that he could still control it freely.
So, here... what kind of paradise is this? This must be a strange place!
Yes, this must be a special strange situation.
Song Ciwan was originally in another world. She came to Wangjiang Mountain because she wanted to return to the present world through the light curtain on the mountain.
Logically speaking, even if it is the night of a hundred ghosts on the fourteenth day of the first lunar month, Song Ciwan in the other world should not interact with the weird people in this world.
But the moment she passed through the tree wall and came into this strange environment, she suddenly seemed to have come from one opposite world to another.
It's hard to say whether it's because the level of this strange world is too high, connecting this world with the other world, or whether Song Ciwan actually returned to the present world from the other world when he passed through the tree wall——
She stood there, feeling a little confused for a moment, unable to tell what night it was.
On the other side, the tabby cat finished eating its ears, and the child continued to walk toward the field.
The group of white-haired old men behind him hurriedly followed suit. Even the man who had lost his ear and was rolling on the ground in pain quickly got up and followed the team with his broken ears covered.
The look on his face became sad and respectful, and he no longer dared to show any dissatisfaction.
The children, hands behind their backs, led the team and strolled through the slender fields. Finally, they walked out of the large paddy fields and came to Song Ciwan.
As he approached, Song Ciwan felt an indescribable coolness rushing towards her face, and there was a strange feeling of coldness that extended from the soles of her feet to the bottom of Song Ciwan's heart.
The child tilted his head and looked at Song Ciwan, and said in a childish but mature tone: "Hey, which family are you from? How come I haven't seen you before? How old are you this year? Why don't you come to school to study?"
His question had a strange charm, and Song Ciwan opened her mouth to answer - what she was going to answer was naturally her fabricated resume of Xin Meng. According to Song Ciwan's setting, Xin Meng should be twenty-five years old. .
But just when the sentence "twenty-five" was about to blurt out, Song Ciwan suddenly felt a sense of alarm in her heart.
In a flash of lightning, she saw it, she saw it through the eyes of the child opposite!
I saw the pair of dark eyes reflected, and the shrunken image of Song Ciwan was revealed in the pupils: How could this image be that of a gentle and elegant young monk? He was clearly an old man with gray hair on his temples!
Song Ciwan was immediately shocked when she saw the child opposite frowning slightly, seeming to show dissatisfaction.
He should be blaming Song Ciwan for being too slow to answer, but in a flash of thought, Song Ciwan immediately opened his mouth and said: "To tell you what to say, my little one is fifty-two this year! I...my family has suffered a disaster, and now I am the only one left. One. It’s not that I don’t want to study, it’s just that I’m short of money!”
After saying that, Song Ciwan showed an expression of shame on her face that was hesitant to speak.
(End of chapter)
