Of Mountains and Rivers

Chu Huan: "When you jumped down from the big rock on the top of the mountain, didn't you see a dazzling white light?"

Yuan Ping looked at him almost incredulously: "Dazzling? Isn't that the sun?"

The two looked at each other.

That white light could never be sunlight, and Chu Huan felt that even if he was insane, he was still so confused that he couldn’t tell the sunlight—either Yuan Ping misread it, or... it was that weird light and Like those whispers, only he can feel it.

But why?

At this age, Chu Huan has never found out that there is anything different about him from ordinary people. He may have been a little depressed for a while, but he thinks it is not serious, and he has basically returned to normal recently.

So what are that white light and those hallucinatory voices?

While pondering, Chu Huan picked up a small stone from the side, squeezed it in his palm to play with, and waved his hand at Yuan Ping absent-mindedly.

Since Chu Huan brought two bloody holes into the territory of the Liyi tribe who guarded the mountain, he hasn't had time to trim his hair. Even though his hair grows slower than ordinary people, it can't stand the accumulation of time. Si almost covered half of her face.And after several days of fleeing for his life, Chu Huan's clothes and accessories, which were originally quite exquisite, were rotten all the way, and now he has completely returned from being a beast in clothes to returning to basics.

His unrecognizable appearance, thoughtful expression, and the inexplicable question just now made Yuan Ping tremble with fear—Yuan Ping observed Chu Huan's whole person, and thought that there was a kind of insinuation from the inside out. Crazy, crazy, and then related to the fact that this person broke up in love, I couldn't help thinking wrong.

"Hey, really, are you okay?" Yuan Ping couldn't help but walked back again, stopped a few steps away, and asked hesitantly.

In fact, Yuan Ping could say a lot of words such as "Where is there no fragrant grass at the end of the world" as a comfort, but when he remembered that the other person involved was the patriarch of the mountain guard, he couldn't say it again.

For some reason, Yuan Ping can make fun of Chu Huan without any psychological pressure, but when facing Nanshan, he can't help being more solemn.

As soon as he was solemn, Yuan Ping ran out of words, and it was rare for him to feel a little sympathy for Chu Huan.

Soon, Dashan called someone in front, and they were about to set off.

The sound of water in the cold pool of the mountain stream is from far to near, and it is like a song. This place is surrounded by mountains on three sides, and dense forests on one side.

Yuan Ping was walking in front, but after talking with Chu Huan just now, he suddenly became a little worried.

As if he was afraid that Chu Huan would be overwhelmed for a while and throw himself into the water without anyone noticing, Yuan Ping turned around and stayed with him at the end not far or near.

Just as the thin branches of the pool were approaching, Nan Shan suddenly waved his hand, blocking the way of the crowd: "Wait a minute."

After speaking, he squatted down and pushed aside the grass in front of him, only to see a row of hidden and messy footprints in the wet soil.

"This is Mutai." Xiaofang leaned over to take a look, and her expression changed immediately, "This is wrong, why is Mutai here?"

Xiaofang is the guide. He patted his chest and vowed that flat people cannot go into the water. There will not be groups of Mutai in the mountain pool that needs to be waded through. What he said now slapped his face. Xiaofang followed Nanshan around, and explained anxiously with a pale face: "Patriarch, do you think there are a few left alone?"

Nanshan shook his head solemnly, stood up first, pushed aside the bushes in front of him, and walked into the woods.

The woods in the wild is a place where people tend to get tense. None of them said a word, they subconsciously walked lightly together, and tiptoed around looking for clues.

Soon, they found a very thin whip-like mark on the soil, and there was a wooden stick that was cut in half and thrown there. Chu Huan also picked up an unknown fish scale.

"What is this?" Chu Huan asked Yuan Ping while pinching the scales.

Yuan Ping is a bastard who can't speak well. If you ask him anything, he has to seize the time to show the gatekeeper's sense of racial superiority, so Chu Huan will never ask him if it is not a last resort.

As soon as he heard his voice, Nan Shan instinctively turned his head to answer, but the words had already reached his lips, Nan Shan's eyes darkened again, realizing that Chu Huan was not asking him, he swallowed the words back, heavy and cold, and fell uncomfortably .

"The fish scales of the big silver fin." Yuan Ping said, "the big silver fin is a very long fish here, and the fish skin is very tough-those small flat flakes that blow the horn are not used for production, but only for fighting. Drifting around, burning, killing and looting, there is no time to stop to weave clothes, so this kind of fish skin is equivalent to the cloth they use."

"Wood, thin vines, big fish skin... So this group of flat people who are said to be unable to swim made some kind of simple stretcher and let their mad dog carry it?" Chu Huan said, Realizing that I underestimated the intelligence of the enemy, I couldn't help but ask, "How intelligent is this thing?"

Yuan Ping thought for a while, and replied cautiously: "Close to people, but also physically disabled and strong, and the people's customs are sturdy."

Chu Huan said, "That's troublesome."

In fact, in terms of combat effectiveness alone, the sound beast and the eye-eater are significantly higher than the flat-pan man and the Mutai they raised, but the eye-eater group is already a sure-fire brain-dead, and the IQ of the sound beast is obviously not beyond the stomach than the brain The reptile races in the world, even if they are grabbing territory, they all migrate out of instinct.

No one has such long-planned ambitions as flat film people.

"Yes," Yuan Pinglu gave Chu Huan a sympathetic look, "In terms of intelligence alone, they are probably a little stronger than you."

Chu Huan ignored him, pretending he didn't hear him.

Chu Huan was not a particularly lively person in the first place, and only when he was in a particularly bright mood would he condescend to tease Yuan Ping for a few words. Now that he is facing internal and external troubles, he has absolutely no such spirit.So he just explained with a blank face: "They took a shortcut here, and they are so deliberate... So they are still staring at the mountain gate?"

Yuan Ping's face suddenly changed, the gatekeeper was born for the gate, and guarding the gate is an instinct in his bones. When he heard someone's idea of ​​attacking the gate, he felt as if he had been cuckolded, and was immediately pushed to the back of his anger.

Yuan Ping stood up "for a moment" and said, "Shanmen? Grandma's, I want to kill them all!"

As expected, instinct cannot be disobeyed. Yuan Ping went to the Nanshan Mountain without looking back, and went straight to the position where the road opened. General knowledge.

The group of people couldn't care less about being cautious, they grabbed their weapons one after another, and got into the cold cave.

At the beginning, people could still walk on the shore, but as they gradually entered the hinterland of the mountain, the space on the shore became narrower and narrower, and soon dropped to a height that adults could not pass through.

Xiaofang, the guide, said: "There is no road ahead, let's get into the water."

The water seemed to be chilled by something natural, and as soon as it touched it, it made people tremble violently, and several people jumped down one after another. Nanshan turned back and said to Chu Huan: "Come in the middle, you can't see it." , I'll take you with me."

This was the first sentence that Nan Shan had spoken to Chu Huan since the day and night.

Originally, after waking up from sleep, Chu Huan's unilateral anger had dissipated, but because of Nanshan's stinky and tough temper, Chu Huan didn't want to cause unnecessary direct conflicts, so he temporarily exposed him to the other party.

Unexpectedly, if Nanshan really didn't speak, he would become a blockbuster, and he could not speak to a certain level.

Just such an understatement reminded Chu Huan of Yuan Ping's "crispy dog" and his masculine dignity that was vaguely stabbed.

Chu Huanxin said: "When I was born and died, you couldn't even speak clearly."

He didn't want to talk to Nanshan from the bottom of his heart, so he turned a deaf ear to it.

Yuan Ping heard it from the front, but turned around inappropriately, and said to Nanshan: "It's okay, patriarch, even if he can't see at all, as long as he's not deaf, it's enough, don't worry."

This guy's EQ is worse than Nanshan's, and he is always perfectly explaining what it means to be "rushing to find money" in his life. steady.

In fact, in the eyes of outsiders, the relationship between Chu Huan and Yuan Ping is by no means close. The two of them ignore each other most of the time, and quarrel a small part of the time. Ten sentences a day in a serious exchange is already considered. Well done.

But Nanshan just didn't like it, he found that he couldn't even see the two people talking alone.

The feeling of jealousy is inexplicable and inexplicable, and Nanshan feels that he looks hideous, so he suffers even more.But now that he has made a decision, it is impossible to go back on his word, no matter how much he feels uncomfortable - even if his internal organs are soaked in a vinegar vat, there is no place for him to speak here.

Then I couldn't help but feel "body like floating clouds, heart like flying catkins, and breath like gossamer", suffering unspeakably.

Nanshan pinched his belt involuntarily. There was an inner pocket on his belt. Through the soft leather belt, he could clearly feel the small metal ring inside. The small plain ring was something he secretly picked up from the ashes. The one that was pulled out stayed in the burning fire for a whole night, but it didn't move at all, and the brilliance was still as indestructible as a rock.

Nanshan let Xiaofang and Dashan pass, and silently kept a distance of two steps from Chu Huan in a stubborn protective posture.

In the darker and darker river, Chu Huan gradually could only see the vague figure of Nanshan, and he finally lost his temper completely.

The water in the pool became colder and colder, which wiped out the irritability and anxiety in people's hearts. Chu Huan gradually calmed down, and he understood one thing - Nanshan's attitude towards him was actually not directly related to him, even if he It's a Transformer, maybe Nanshan will also stand by with worry, waiting to remove the rust and add oil to him at any time.

That person has been responsible for the life and death of an entire race in this cracked world since he was a teenager, and he is probably used to this omnipotent and meticulous protector role.

Chu Huan had half of his mind on Nanshan, but he didn't ignore his surroundings. The more invisible the place, the sharper his senses would be. Every time the pond water around him turned around, Chu Huan would be on guard.

They walked through the narrowest place between the pool water and the rocks of the mountain above. Even if they were soaked in the water, they would have to bend down under the pressure of the rocks above their heads with the height of a normal adult man. meters, there is only a small gap between the cliff and the water surface, which is barely enough for people to expose their noses, and if they are not careful, they will choke on water, and it is difficult for the group to walk.

After finally passing through this area, before Chu Huan had time to lift his sore neck to move around, he felt the pool of water behind him surge strangely.

Chu Huan immediately reminded: "Pay attention to the five o'clock direction!"

Almost at the same time, the dagger that Chu Huanping swung touched something, and there was a crisp sound. Then, Chu Huan heard the sound of something lightly wading through the water. He turned his wrist without hesitation, followed The voice sent the short knife down, and only heard a "poof", the short knife that could cut through the wind pierced into the body of something like melons and vegetables, and it died without even making a sound.

At this moment, the long trumpet sound suddenly sounded in the narrow and long mountains and deep pools.

There's more than one flat guy guarding here, waiting to ambush them!

Dashan shot an arrow and killed the trumpeter, but it was too late.

The selection of the guard nodes by the flat film people is very subtle. It is impossible for Chu Huan and the others to go back here. Catch a turtle in the urn!

Nanshan: "Go! Hurry up, go forward! Don't stop!"

Mutai's familiar roar came from directly ahead, Nanshan grabbed Yuan Ping's shoulders who had opened the way, and threw him behind him unceremoniously: "Follow me closely, don't get lost - Dashan, blood medicine Is there any more?"

Dashan patted his chest immediately, indicating that he had fulfilled his duties completely, and did not lose any dry food or medicine.

Nanshan's first knife has already been struck, and Mutai's wind blade is coming towards him. It seems to be getting more and more fierce in the narrow passage. Several people all feel the killing intent coming to their faces. Nanshan sweeps across, the blade and a A series of wind blades fight hand to hand.

The sound of gold and stone came and went, and Nanshan shouted: "Where's the arrow?"

After his words faded away, the three arrows had already left the string in unison. You don't need to look to know whose handwriting it was. Yuan Ping didn't have such a tacit understanding, and Xiaofang and Dashan didn't shoot so many arrows without missing a single shot. ability.

In this environment, Chu Huan's eyes can only see the general outline of the enemy. However, as Yuan Ping said, this does not delay his shooting without fail. He pulled out three new ones, wound them up, and stood firmly in place.

He was half-blind and took over the remote automatically at this time, sound and feeling were his sharp weapons, Chu Huan just cleaned the distance, a Mutai rushed towards him from top to bottom, almost biting his neck, And Chu Huan didn't even shudder under that bloody mouth.

The big mountain on one side had already rushed up, pierced through the brain of that Mutai, and pushed it out sideways.

The roaring sounds in the entire cave became one piece.

But the rocks were hanging low, and several people were soaked in the icy water from the chest down, and what passed by was Mutai's sinister wind poison.However, Nanshan refused to slow down. The longer he stayed in this kind of place, the more unfavorable it would be for them. He opened up the road ahead, completely ignoring it.

Suddenly, Nanshan snorted in pain, and the next moment, the strong smell of blood caught Chu Huan's nose unexpectedly.

"Nanshan?"

Nanshan's arm was pierced by Mutai's vicious wind, he bowed his head hastily, sucked a mouthful, and spat out the poisonous blood casually, without even having time to deal with it more meticulously. The attack has come.

The rocks above their heads were getting higher and higher, which meant that they were about to leave the cave.At this moment, a distant trumpet sound came from outside the cave.

As soon as the trumpet sounded, the flow of water in the entire mountain and pond suddenly became chaotic, as if countless mad dogs jumped into the water in batches, Xiaofang hissed and roared at Nanshan, "Patriarch! There are a large group... a large number of mu Tai is going to turn back and enter the cave... No, they have already entered! Patriarch, patriarch!"

Nanshan swayed twice, the toxin spread across his arms, and quickly paralyzed half of his body.

At this time, a cold and watery hand supported his shoulder, and afterward, Nanshan felt Chu Huan's lips touch his wound, Nanshan was startled: "No, don't..."

Chu Huan clasped his wound tightly, sucked out the poisonous blood as much as possible, and said quickly, "Can you find a way to flush them out?"

Nan Shan gritted his teeth, and pressed Chu Huan's shoulder: "Help me, everyone back!"

A huge airflow suddenly rose for no reason, and the narrow passage between the mountains and rivers became a natural blower, the entire cold pool was stirred up, a huge vortex rose into the sky, and a passage was forced out of the water surface.

What he did was tantamount to making waves, and the big waves violently slammed the flat people on Mutai's body into the water, and those stupid and rough mad dogs suddenly became a mess, scurrying around in the water. Occasionally, those who jumped in front of them were immediately killed cleanly by Yuan Ping and the others.

The flood was turned white by the sudden eruption of Nanshan, and several people were rushed out of the cave. On both sides of the bank were densely packed people riding mad dogs, barking at them.

Chu Huan plunged his knife into the shore, and hoisted himself and Nanshan up with one arm: "Dashan, medicine!"

Dashan threw a small bottle over, Chu Huan copied it in his hand, and at the same time hugged Nanshan and rolled over the whistling wind arrow.

Yuan Ping and Xiaofang followed immediately, and took cover with difficulty. Chu Huan pinched Nanshan's chin, and rudely poured down a mouthful of detoxified blood.

Yuan Ping was overwhelmed and embarrassed: "There are too many fucking things! Why are these ugly ghosts so desperately crowded here?"

After he finished speaking, a sharp whistle suddenly came from the rocks, and Yuan Ping's eyes lit up: "Our people!"

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