Of Mountains and Rivers

Every race has accumulated unique culture and concepts in its long history. For outsiders, when they come into contact with these things, some may resonate with them, and some cannot understand them at all. "What kind of things are usually not allowed to be stained.

So Chu Huan's first reaction was to apologize quickly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, this really wasn't intentional..."

But he died before finishing his sentence. The moment he saw the drop of blood fall into the spring water, the snow-white foam surged up and spread from one point, like a small explosion. After the uproar, a pale body slowly floated up from the water.

Chu Huan's heart convulsed with nervousness, because he didn't know what the hell would come out.

The next moment, the man completely surfaced, blood dripped into his brow, and his opened eyes met Chu Huan's gaze narrowly.

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

It was supposed to be familiar...but because of the inextricable time and the insurmountable life and death, the face seemed strange. The dense water vapor of the holy spring gently covered it. 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 them on Chu Huan. After watching for a while, he frowned, and said bluntly: " It's you?"

Chu Huan felt as if his throat was blocked by something, and he was speechless in a daze.

Seeing his ghost-like expression on the grave, the man seemed to feel a little frustrated, so he said in a sharp tone: "Hey, who will you show your mournful face about to hang yourself?"

Without even thinking about it, Chu Huan blurted out a hoarse voice uncontrollably: "I didn't cry for your funeral, is it okay?"

The two of them are like a pair of flammable objects, sparks fly in just a few sentences - although it is a fight.

Before Chu Huan finished speaking, he had already received a heavy punch in the lower abdomen. He was caught off guard and almost missed it. He staggered back a few steps, and his back came into close contact with the mountain wall fiercely. Chu Huan felt a tightness in his chest and back, and the sand in the middle of the rocks all fell into a lump in a "rustle".

Chu Huan suddenly had an unknown fire in his heart, he raised his fist and greeted the other party's face.

In the middle of the uppercut, the man grunted, turned his face to the side, lowered his head to cover his face, and then spat out a mouthful of blood.He glared at Chu Huan viciously, the inexplicable hatred in his eyes was about to come out, and he roared with an air of swearing against the enemy, "How dare you slap me in the face! Did I fucking touch your face? Huh? Damn, we're not done today!"

Chu Huan answered quickly, as if belittling the other party is his instinct that will never degenerate: "Slapping your shoehorn face is to give you a plastic surgery."

Hearing these remarks, the man seemed to have heard the horn of war, and he didn't care if he was naked or not, and he rushed forward to fight him - it can be seen that face is much more important than shame.

As a result, the fist was stopped by a hand stretched out in the middle.

Nan Shan frowned and stood in front of Chu Huan, pinching the opponent's fist until he couldn't move an inch.

Looking at it this way, Nanshan found that this strange new gatekeeper had thick eyebrows and big eyes. Although his complexion was pale and pale like other gatekeepers, he strangely didn't have the water ghost-like group temperament of the gatekeeper. He raised his eyebrows An angry look, full of rebellion and beating.

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

The astonishment on Nanshan's face flashed across. He has been the patriarch for so many years, and he has never seen such an unusual gatekeeper. At that time, he stuck the opponent's fist, pushed him back, and said flatly: "You Don't care who I am, hitting him is hitting me."

"That so-and-so, can you still ask for a little embarrassment? Find a helper..." The new gatekeeper hung his eyes cursingly, but when he carefully looked at the "helper" Nanshan, his expression suddenly became confused, and gradually, He withdrew his hedgehog-like hostility, and whispered, seemingly uncertainly, "Are you... the mountain guard?"

The last thing he blurted out was the standard Liyi language, and Chu Huan was stunned for a moment.

Nanshan said that the person who came out of the holy spring is no longer the same person as before.

A pot of cold water was poured down on his forehead, and it froze to ice in an instant, and only after he realized it did he feel the burning pain in his lower abdomen.

Chu Huan lowered his head, leaning his back against the cold and damp rock wall of the cave, and bent his waist into a shrimp.

Ruge came over, first gave Chu Huan a very complicated look, and then asked the new gatekeeper: "What's your name?"

"...Yuan Ping."

Ruger held out a hand to him.

The new gatekeeper stood there blankly for a while, held the hand, and then seemed to slowly come to his senses, and whispered, "You are the patriarch."

Luge nodded: "Let's go, find you a dress."

The newborn gatekeeper followed Lu Ge out, and Chu Huan suddenly called out his name in a whisper: "Yuan Ping..."

Yuan Ping paused, looked back at him, the anger that was ready to rush at any moment seemed to have returned to his head, he thought maybe he should habitually agree "Grandson, why are you calling Grandpa", but for a while speechless.

He was even a little confused, feeling as if he should be someone, but he didn't, and the world seemed to be the original one, but he didn't.

But then again, which is the "original" world?

He was taken away by Ruge in such a ignorant way. Chu Huan heard the mountain guards and gate guards around him whispering, as if they mentioned some "book". There were too many unfamiliar terms, and he couldn't understand them at first. , Secondly, I am not in the mood to listen.

In fact, it was just a punch. Does it hurt that much?

For Chu Huan, obviously there is no such thing.

But he just leaned against the wall and coughed non-stop, as if his internal organs had been turned over.

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

Chu Huan grabbed Nanshan's hand: "Didn't you say that the gatekeeper came out of the water? Don't the gatekeeper need the memory of the spring? What is the memory of the spring? What is the gatekeeper? Restricted random generation, I...cough cough..."

His words were interrupted by his own cough, and after a while, Chu Huan slowly let go of his hand, and there was an obvious red mark on Nanshan's wrist, he stared at the red mark for a moment, then lightly Gently waved his hand: "I'm sorry, I'm not clear-headed."

Nan Shan hesitated for a moment, 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.

Yuan Ping punched Chu Huan's belly black and blue. Nanshan was unhappy after just one glance, and even his voice became slightly cold: "Who is he?"

Chu Huan: "One..."

He couldn't help but pause, what is it?

friend?A friend who turns into a black-eyed chicken every time we meet doesn't seem to be outrageous.

A rival?Alas, that is 800 years earlier, and the heroine has become a mother.

So... a colleague?

I'm afraid Nanshan doesn't understand what a "colleague" is.

However, before he had time to answer, Nanshan was suddenly blessed and asked, "Is that... the ferocious hairball?"

It was only then that Chu Huan remembered the nickname he had given to others. He didn't expect to say casually that after such a long time, Nanshan still remembered it clearly, so he nodded dumbfoundingly.

Nanshan's brows became even tighter.

He felt very uncomfortable, as if there was a muscle stuck somewhere, which made him feel uncomfortable, and he couldn't find the crux of the matter for a while.Nanshan couldn't help thinking, Chu Huan had never fought with anyone in the clan, and the elders were so rude to him, and he had never seen him lose his temper. Why is that person alone special?

He was so keenly aware of something different from the tense atmosphere between the two people just now——Chu Huan must have had a deep entanglement with this person, deeper than anyone else, and there must be countless things between them that no one else can understand. Ascertainment, only the parties have a tacit past.

Nanshan suddenly experienced a feeling of jealousy.

He has grown up so big, and he has never been jealous of others. The first time he tasted it, he felt as if his heart was on fire, which made him extremely irritable and parched.

He lowered his eyes, and gently touched the bruises on Chu Huan's lower abdomen with his fingers. The warmth on his skin suddenly rushed to his fingertips. Before he could feel it, Chu Huan had already reacted and avoided it. .

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

Nanshan's fingers retracted in surprise, feeling even more blocked in his heart.

Fortunately, the elder came over at this time, and the sound of his dragging footsteps brought Nanshan back to his senses.

The elder looked at Chu Huan with an unpredictable expression, and said, "The gatekeepers have lasted for several generations, and it has been a long time since no newcomers joined."

Then, he turned to Nanshan, with the corners of his mouth drooping, showing a picky look that the boss didn't like: "Is this really the person mentioned in the holy book? The holy book must be confused."

"Elder," Chu Huan straightened his clothes, and asked seriously, "Didn't it mean that people who come out of the holy spring must have the memory of the holy spring? How could there be Yuan Ping? He is just an outsider like me. Been here?"

The elder glanced at him faintly, and tapped the ground lightly with a broken wooden crutch that he cut casually, making a "da da" echo in the cave, and then he said slowly: "I have lived to such an age, anyway, there is no such thing as me. I've seen this guy."

As he spoke, he squatted down with difficulty, and took up the water in the holy spring with both hands. The surface of the water had calmed down at this moment, and it was still crystal clear in the soft fluorescent light. The water leaked from the elder's old fingertips: " I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but the people of the tribe are all dripping their own blood, and you are the only one who was found by the holy spring.”

After the brief shock and confusion passed, Chu Huan had completely calmed down. He turned his head and looked at a pool of water. Hearing what the elder said, he suddenly felt a little panicked—as if the water was alive and could See through his heart.

Chu Huan: "Why does Shengquan want me?"

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

Nanshan suddenly said: "There has always been a legend in my family, saying that there was a big stone that fell from the sky on this mountain, and on it was written the holy book of our family. A person who can 'communicate the past and the future, connect the present and the end of the world' will come across the river and bring us changes... Back then, the elders in the clan thought my father was that person."

Chu Huan didn't know why, and didn't hear what this had to do with his question.

Nanshan added: "You may not know that, from the gatekeeper's and our point of view, what maintains the 'past and the future' is the holy spring."

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

"Whoever you have been thinking about in your heart, it must be someone you are willing to exchange your life for." The elder said without looking at people's faces, "If the holy spring can hear the thoughts in your heart, then it can Count it as its 'memory'."

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

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

Elder: "Then who knows?"

Then Chu Huan cast his eyes on Nanshan again, but the good-tempered Nanshan didn't know what medicine he had taken wrongly, so he avoided his sight a little stiffly, and then left without saying a word.

Chu Huan asked the elder in a low voice: "What happened to the patriarch?"

Elder: "Then who knows?"

He snorted, and walked away with his old and vigorous goat face, seven dissatisfied and eight dissatisfied.

Chu Huan sat quietly by the holy spring alone. The mountain guards and gate guards didn't know how big their hearts were, and they left him, an outsider, in front of their "past and future" and watched together. There is none, aren't you afraid that if he can't think about it, he will urinate in it?

"A person who communicates with the past and the future?" Chu Huan leaned against the stone wall, raised his head and closed his eyes, silently listening to the sound of gurgling water beside him, trying to receive some brain waves from it, but his ears were about to callus , he didn't feel any desire to communicate with this pool of Shiba.

In fact, in the final analysis, Chu Huan still refused to believe what he saw.

He was still trying to explain everything that happened in front of him with his known common sense, but he was just a half-assed, thinking about it until he was almost confused, and his brain was still confused.

Outside, Mountain Keepers and newborn Gatekeepers sweep the field.

Inside, Chu Huan sat by the holy spring and closed his eyes to rest.

Suddenly, he heard a rustling sound, Chu Huan opened his eyes and saw that little poisonous snake had swam in at some point, glanced at him with its little triangular head upright, and then crawled to the edge of the holy spring twisting and twisting, Shaking left and right to admire his own reflection in the water, he leaned over to drink.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Chu Huan picked it up: "Don't drink indiscriminately, what should I do if I get pregnant if I drink wrong?"

The little poisonous snake wrapped around his wrist, and vomited the snake letter depressingly.

Only then did Chu Huan remember, he held the little snake and asked, "Are you male or female?"

The little snake spat out the snake letter and stared at him with big eyes, Chu Huan opened its tail to check by himself.

It's a pity that his biological knowledge is limited, and he found out after reading that he didn't know the difference between male snakes and female snakes.

For such a big hooligan, it is really tolerable or unbearable. The little poisonous snake was finally enraged, and opened its mouth to show its fangs. With a "ha", it made a gesture to bite, and while Chu Huan instinctively dodged, he struggled to break free from his Devil's Claw ran away in shame and indignation.

Only then did Chu Huan laugh, stood up, and walked out of the cave. As soon as he came out, he saw a person leaning on the stone wall, as if waiting for him.

Yuan Ping.

Chu Huan paused.

Yuan Ping looked up at him: "Hey, do you have any cigarettes?"

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

Yuan Ping frowned, seemed to be struggling for a second, and then said angrily: "Whatever, bring it."

Chu Huan: "Oh, no."

Yuan Ping: "..."

Even though Chu Huan and he are no longer the same person as they used to be, the freshly-baked gatekeeper still firmly believes that there is no slut in the world who has the right surname of Chu.

Chu Huan walked up to him, leaning side by side on the rock with an arm's length away from Yuan Ping: "How do you feel now?"

Yuan Ping didn't speak for a while, and after a while, he lowered his head and scratched his hair—he was the only one with short hair among all the gatekeepers, and he looked a bit awkward: "I don't know, I feel like I should be a dead person, and It seems to be another person who remembers some things in the past, some of them are vague, but he knows the history of the "Mountain Keeper" and "Gatekeeper" clearly, and somehow knows an extra foreign language."

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

Yuan Ping asked: "Have you cleaned up the two ghosts?"

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

Yuan Ping raised his eyebrows and said, "You trash."

Chu Huan smiled, not as knowledgeable as him.

Yuan Ping paused, then asked, "Where's Lulu?"

Chu Huan: "I'm a wife, don't call me so affectionate."

Yuan Ping: "Fuck."

Chu Huan raised his eyelids and glanced at him: "Why are you excited? You didn't marry me."

Yuan Ping was in a daze for a moment, then immediately became irritable, turned around and grabbed Chu Huan by the collar, and yelled at him, "I'm already dead, yet you let others take advantage of it, what can you do, you idiot!" Would you like something?"

Chu Huan was silent for a moment, then suddenly pushed Yuan Ping hard, and shouted back with a louder voice; "Who is in her heart, don't you know? You are dead, I took advantage of the void to chase her, I still person?"

Yuan Ping was pushed back two steps by him, sat down on the ground, and looked up at Chu Huan in shock.

Chu Huan tugged at the collar that was wrinkled by him, and gave Yuan Ping a conclusive evaluation: "Bastard."