Shan He Biao Li

Each race will accumulate unique cultures and concepts in the long history. For outsiders, when they come into contact with these things, some of them may resonate with others, and some are completely incomprehensible. This is nothing, but others call it "Holy "Something is usually not tarnished.

So Chu Huan ’s first reaction was to quickly apologize: "Sorry, sorry, this is not intentional ..."

But he died before he finished this sentence. The moment he saw the drop of blood falling into the spring water, the white foam spewed up, spreading from a point, like a small explosion, After this hustle and bustle, a pale human body slowly rose from the water.

Chu Huan felt a spasm of nervousness because he didn't know what the **** would come out.

At the next moment, the man completely surfaced, the blood dripping into his eyebrows, and his open eyes met Chu Huan's narrow eyes.

When Chu Huan was struck by lightning, he forgot all his words in an instant.

It was supposed to be familiar ... but because of the inaccessible time and insurmountable life and death, the strange face appeared, and the water vapor of the Holy Spring gently covered it. The person in front of him was like a real person who couldn't be more real. Dream.

Standing in the water, the man first looked at the cave spring and himself in surprise, then turned his doubtful eyes around, and finally cast it on Chu Huan. After watching it for a moment, he frowned and said stiffly, " It's you?"

Chu Huan felt that his throat was blocked by something, and there was no speech.

The man seemed to feel a little frustrated when he saw this grave-faced expression on his grave, so he said sharply, "Hey, who is your sad face to be hung from?"

Chu Huan didn't even think about it. A hoarse voice blurted out uncontrollably: "You didn't cry your mourning, can it?"

The two of them were like a pair of flammables, and three or two sentences were rubbed with sparks-although it was a fight.

Chu Huan's words fell, and his lower abdomen was already heavily punched. He fell short of the defense room and almost stumbled back. He stumbled back a few steps, and came back with a fierce intimate contact with the mountain wall. Chu Huan felt dull in front of his chest and back, and Shao Shuo in the middle of the mountain and rock fell into a ball with a flutter.

Chu Huan suddenly raised an unknown fire that didn't know what day and night, raised his fist and greeted the other person's face.

When the uppercut hit the center, the man groaned, turned his face to the side, bowed his head to cover his face, and then spit out a blood foam. He glared fiercely at Chu Huan, and his inexplicable hatred was looming. He sweared that he would not share his hatred with the enemy. He roared and said, "How dare you dare to hit Lao Tzu's face! Did my mother touch you? Chu, we are not finished today! "

Chu Huan's words were answered quickly, as if to depreciate the other party is his instinct that never degenerates: "Slap your shoehorn face to give you a facelift."

The man listened to the remarks as if he had heard the horn of the war, no matter whether he was still naked or not, he would fight with him if he rushed up-it was obvious that the face was more important than any shame.

The fist was stopped by a hand extended midway.

Nanshan frowned in front of Chu Huan and pinched his opponent's fists in a hurry.

Looking at it this way, Nanshan found that this strange new goalkeeper had thick eyebrows. Although his skin color was as pale as other gatekeepers, he didn't have the water ghost-like group temperament of the gatekeeper. He raised his eyebrows. A glare, full of sternness and beating.

The new goalkeeper stared at Nanshan: "Who are you, buddy?"

The surprise on Nanshan's face flashed through. He had been the patriarch for so many years, and he had never seen such a goalkeeper who did not take the unusual path. No matter who I am, hitting him is hitting me. "

"Who is that, can you still make a face? Find a helper ..." The freshman gatekeeper squinted his eyes, but when he carefully looked at the "helper" Nanshan, his expression suddenly became confused, gradually, He put away the hedgehog-like hostility and seemed to whisper very uncertainly, "Are you ... a mountain guard?"

The last thing he blurted out was actually the standard Lithuanian language. Chu Huan was stunned for a moment.

Nanshan once said that the people who came out of the holy spring, no matter how they looked, were not the same ones.

His head of lawsuit was poured into the air by a pot of cold water, and it instantly froze into ice, and then he felt the burning pain in his abdomen.

Chu Huan lowered his head, leaning his back against the cold and wet cave rock walls, bending his waist into a shrimp.

Ruger came over, first glanced at Chu Huan with a very complicated look, and then asked the new goalkeeper: "What is your name?"

"... Yuan Ping."

Ruger held out a hand at him.

The new goalkeeper stood there for a while, took that hand, and then slowly returned to his taste, whispering, "You are the patriarch."

Ruger nodded: "Come on, find a dress for you."

The new goalkeeper followed Luger out, and Chu Huan suddenly called his name like a whisper: "Yuan Ping ..."

Yuan Ping took a step, looked back at him, and his anger ready to punch the crown seemed to have fallen back on his head. He felt that perhaps he should habitually agree to "Grandson, why call Grandpa." Speechless.

He was even a bit confused, and felt like he should be someone, not like it, and the world seemed to be the original, not like it.

But having said that, which one is the "original" world?

He was so ignorant that he was taken away by Ruger, and Chu Huan heard the whispers whispered by the mountain guards and gatekeepers around him, and it seemed that there were "books", and there were too many unfamiliar nouns. , Second, I was not in the mood to listen.

In fact, it was just a punch, did it hurt so much?

For Chu Huan, there is obviously nothing.

But he just kept coughing against the wall, as if all his internal organs had turned over.

Nanshan raised his shoulder worriedly: "Are you all right?"

Chu Huan grabbed Nanshan's hand: "Don't you say that the gatekeeper came out of the water? Doesn't the gatekeeper need to have the memory of the spring? What is the memory of the spring? What is the gatekeeper? I don't believe that the gatekeeper can be without Produced at random, I ... cough ... "

His words were interrupted by his cough. After a while, Chu Huan slowly let go of his hand. Nanshan ’s wrist was gripped by an obvious red mark. He looked at the red mark for a moment, and then lightened Gently waved his hand: "I'm sorry, my mind is not sober."

Nanshan hesitated, reached out tentatively, and gently lifted the hem of Chu Huan's shirt. Seeing that he had no objection, he rolled up the hem completely.

On Yuan Huan ’s belly, Chu Huan ’s lower abdomen was shot, and Nan Shan was unhappy just to glance at it, and even his voice cooled slightly: "Who is he?"

Chu Huan: "One ..."

He couldn't help but pause, what's that?

friend? A friend who is pinched into a black-eyed chicken every time he meets doesn't seem very ridiculous.

A rival? Alas, it was eight hundred years old Huang Li, the heroine has become a child.

So ... be a colleague?

Nanshan may not understand what a "colleague" is.

However, he hadn't had time to answer, but Nanshan suddenly blessed his soul, and suddenly asked, "It's that ... fierce hairball?"

Chu Huan only remembered the nickname he gave to others. He didn't expect to say casually that after such a long time, Nanshan still remembered clearly, so he nodded because of his laughter.

Nanshan's brows tightened even more.

He was very uncomfortable, as if there was no ribs in it, so that he was not in a good mood, and he could not find the crux of the problem for a while. Nanshan couldn't help but think that Chu Huan had never fought with others in the family. The elder was so rude to him and never saw him lose his temper. Why is that person alone special?

He was so keenly aware that there was something different in the atmosphere where the two men were struggling. Chu Huan must have a deep entanglement with this person, deeper than everyone else, there must be countless others between them. Detected, only the parties have a tacit understanding of the past.

Nanshan suddenly realized the jealousy.

He had grown so big that he had never been jealous of others. The first time he tasted it, he felt like he had a fire in his heart, burning him upset and dry.

He lowered his eyes and touched his fingers gently against Wu Qing on Chu Huan's abdomen. The warmth on his skin suddenly jumped over his fingertips. He hadn't had time to realize that Chu Huan had responded and avoided him. .

"Don't touch itchy ... hiss ... it hurts and itches."

Nanshan's fingers shrank back in shock, feeling more blocked in his heart.

Fortunately, the elder came at this time, and his procrastinating footsteps made Nanshan recover.

The elder looked at Chu Huan unpredictably and said, "The gatekeeper has continued for several generations. It has been some time since no newcomers have joined."

Then he turned to Nanshan, and the corners of his mouth drooped, showing an unhappy picky look from the boss: "Is the person mentioned in the holy book really this? The holy book must be old and confused."

"Elder," Chu Huan sorted out his clothes and asked, "Isn't it that the person who came out of Shengquan must have the memory of Shengquan? Then how could there be Yuan Ping? He is just like an outsider, when is he?" Have you been here? "

The elder glanced at him faintly, and the broken wood crutches he chopped lightly hit the ground, echoing "Dada" in the cave, and then he said slowly, "I live so big, anyway. Have seen this person. "

He said, squatting down strenuously, holding the water in the holy spring with both hands, and the water surface had calmed down at this time. The soft fluorescence was still crystal clear, and the water leaked from the elder's old fingertips I do n’t know if you found it. The clan people dripped their blood, only you were found by the Holy Spring. "

Chu Huan had completely calmed down after the brief shock and confusion. He turned his head to look at the pool of water. After listening to the elder's statement, he suddenly felt a little bit panic-as if the water was alive and able See through his heart.

Chu Huan: "Why are Holy Spring looking for me?"

The elder glared at him, as if he felt a little disrespectful.

Suddenly Nan Shan said, "My family has always had a legend that there was a large stone that fell in the sky on this mountain, which wrote the holy book of my family. The holy book said that we will go from unchangeable to decay, and then A person who can 'communicate the past and the future, connect the present and the last days' will cross the river and bring us changes ... The elders in the tribe thought that my dad was that person. "

Chu Huan didn't know, so I didn't hear what this had to do with his doubts.

Nanshan added: "You may not know that from the perspective of the gatekeeper and us, it is the Holy Spring that maintains the" past and future "."

Chu Huan froze for a moment, and then responded to the other party's implication. He pointed to himself with surprise: "You don't say that person is me? Can I communicate with the Holy Spring? But, but I didn't say anything to it. "

"What kind of person have you been thinking about in your heart? That must be the one you are willing to exchange with your own life." The elder said quite indifferently, "If Holy Spring can hear what you miss, then you can It has its 'memory'. "

Chu Huan's face was strange, but the cloud on Nanshan's face was almost frozen.

After a moment, Chu Huan asked confusedly: "Change? What can I change?"

Elder: "Who knows?"

Chu Huan turned his attention to Nanshan again, but the good-tempered Nanshan didn't know what medicine he had taken wrongly, and he averted his eyes a little stiffly, and then left without a word.

Chu Huan asked the elder in a low voice: "What's wrong with the patriarch?"

Elder: "Who knows?"

He snorted, and he walked away with the face of a goat he had grown up to be strong and strong, seven dissatisfied and eight unwilling.

Chu Huan sat quietly beside the holy spring. The hearts of the mountain guards and the gatekeepers did not know how big they were. He actually left him as an outsider in front of their "past and future", watching them one by one. There is no such thing, are you afraid that if he does n’t want to pour urine into it?

"People who communicate with the past and the future?" Chu Huan leaned against the stone wall and closed his eyes with his head, silently listening to the gurgling sound of water on his side, trying to receive a little brain wave from it, but he heard ears about to cocoon. He also failed to feel the desire / desire for the Qingbo to communicate with himself.

In the final analysis, Chu Huan still refused to believe everything he saw in front of him.

He was still trying to explain what was happening in front of him with the common sense he knew, but it was a half-hanger, thinking he was almost confused, and it was still a head of muddle.

Outside, the mountain guard and the new gatekeeper were cleaning the battlefield.

Inside, Chu Huan sat close to the holy spring and closed his eyes to refresh himself.

Suddenly, he heard a rustling sound, Chu Huan opened his eyes and saw that the little viper swam in somehow, glanced at him with a small triangular head, and then crept up to the edge of the Holy Spring He swayed left and right to admire his reflection in the water, and bent over to drink.

Chu Huan's eyes were fast, and he picked it up: "Don't drink it, what should you do if you drink it wrong?"

The little poisonous snake wrapped around his wrist and spit the snake letter in depression.

Chu Huan remembered this, carrying the little snake and asking, "Are you male or female?"

The little snake spit out the snake letter and stared at him with big eyes, and Chu Huan turned his tail to check it by himself.

It is a pity that he has limited knowledge of biology. After turning it over, he discovered that he did not know the difference between male and female snakes.

For such a hooligan, it was really unbearable. The little viper was finally irritated, opened his mouth to show his fangs, "ha" sounded, and wanted to bite, while Chu Huan instinctively hid, struggling to free himself Devil's Claw, running away with shame and anger.

Chu Huan laughed, and stood up and walked out of the cave. As soon as he came out, he saw a person leaning against the stone wall, as if waiting for him.

Yuan Ping.

Chu Huan stepped in.

Yuan Ping looked up at him: "Hey, is there any smoke?"

Chu Huan looked at him and saw that he had put on his pants. If he looked at his back, he looked like an authentic gatekeeper: "Can you smoke like this now?"

Yuan Ping frowned, seeming to be entangled for a second, and then said angrily: "Why don't hesitate to get it."

Chu Huan: "Oh, no."

Yuan Ping: "..."

Even though Chu Huan and he are no longer the same people in the past, the freshly released gatekeeper still firmly believes that there are no strangers in the world who are surnamed Chu.

Chu Huan walked beside him, and stood at a distance from Yuan Ping, leaning side by side on the rock: "How are you feeling now?"

Yuan Ping didn't speak for a while. After a while, he lowered his head and scratched his hair-he was the only short hair among all the gatekeepers. It looked a little abrupt: "I don't know, I feel like I should be a dead person, and It seems to be another person. Some things have been remembered before, and some are blurred. However, they all know the history of the "Shoushanren" and "Gatekeeper" clearly, and somehow know a foreign language. "

Chu Huan responded, his mood calmed down unexpectedly, and he thought to himself: "A person can't be resurrected from death, he is not that person anymore."

Yuan Ping asked: "Has both ghosts packed up?"

Chu Huan: "I didn't catch it for the first time, and I cleaned it up not long ago."

Yuan Ping frowned: "You waste."

Chu Huan smiled and didn't know him in general.

Yuan Ping paused and asked, "What about Lulu?"

Chu Huan: "My wife is gone, don't be so affectionate."

Yuan Ping: "Fuck."

Chu Huan raised his eyelids and glanced at him: "What are you excited about? People didn't marry me again."

Yuan Ping was dumbfounded for a while, then immediately became irritable, turned around and grabbed Chu Huan's collar, yelling at him and saying, "I'm all dead, you actually let other people take advantage of it, your rice bucket, you can still dry Nothing? "

Chu Huan was silent for a moment, and suddenly pushed Yuan Ping hard and yelled back with a louder voice; "Who is in her heart, don't you know? You are all dead, I chased her by myself, I still person?"

Yuan Ping was pushed back two steps by him, sitting on the ground with one butt, looking up at Chu Huan with some shock.

Chu Huan pulled the collar that was crumpled by him, and gave Yuan Ping a conclusive evaluation: "Wang Baeg."