Of Mountains and Rivers

Yuan Ping was stunned for a moment, and after a while, he came to his senses and said with a rather strange expression: "Chu Qingsheng, if you don't go to the Lord, what's the use of telling me?"

Chu Huan leaned on the rock behind him, stretched his waist swaying from side to side: "I am such a serious person, don't you think it's almost meaningless to say such nasty words to people in person? I just casually make a tree hole , I see you are rounder."

Yuan Ping: "..."

Can I still have a face?

"Say hello to your patriarch for me, I'll stay with you for a few days," Chu Huan stood up, waving at Yuan Ping without seeing anything else, "Help me keep it a secret, don't tell others."

Yuan Ping looked blank: "Why?"

"Don't be so cold-blooded," Chu Huan glanced at him, "Has our friendship come to an end?"

Yuan Ping's expression was mixed with disbelief: "When did we have a 'friendship'? Is it the unity of the people of the world?"

Chu Huan paused when he heard the words, thought about it, and had to use his trump card: "By the way, I'm going to have a good meal before I leave-the barbecue grill is still there anyway-I plan to invite a few friends together, but there are too many people It’s quite troublesome to make it, so if it’s not a friend’s, forget it.”

Facing such coercion and temptation, Yuan Ping felt ashamed and indignant: "In your eyes, am I the one who sells himself for food?"

Chu Huan said hypocritically: "Then how could it be, you are very principled."

Yuan Ping's expression fluctuated back and forth, and gradually turned from shame and indignation to hard to let go. Finally, when Chu Huan raised his leg to leave, Yuan Ping couldn't help calling him: "Wait!"

Chu Huan coughed very artificially, pretending to be listening attentively.

Yuan Ping seemed to be forced into prostitution, with a face full of reluctance and resentment, he said angrily: "We have known each other since we were young, if you want to say it, then let it go."

"Then if someone asks, just say I'm not here, friend." Chu Huan raised his chin at him with a smile, and emphasized the last two words.

Yuan Ping had a solid experience of what is meant by "the helplessness of being coerced by fate", he gritted his teeth silently, and then remembered that he would be on duty to guard the mountain gate at night, so he picked up his bow and arrow, and left with sorrow in his heart.

Chu Huan guessed right, that night, Nanshan did go to his residence to stay, but after waiting for half a night without catching anyone, he knew that he was a cunning rabbit and ran away again.

Nanshan walked around the door of Chu Huan's residence a few times, thinking about where he could go.

In terms of life, although Chu Huan was able to make do with it, when he didn't have to do it, he wouldn't treat himself badly, and he wouldn't spend the night casually in places like forest caves.

The few people in the clan who had a lot of contact with him were either already married, or had a mother who was not considered old at home, which was inconvenient. A single man, Chu Huan, would not rashly come to disturb him.

As for the elder—he will probably ask Chu Huan to sleep in the woodshed.

Considering all the above, Nanshan had to come to a conclusion awkwardly: Chu Huan probably went to the gatekeeper Yuan Ping.

His heart suddenly turned top-heavy, sour like vinegar, burning with jealousy, so he put on a whole body like night cool like water, and hurried down the mountain.

In the middle of the night, Yuan Ping was replaced by his fellow clan and was about to go back to rest. He was yawning as he was walking, when he bumped into Nanshan who had a gloomy face as if he was catching a traitor down the mountain.

When Nanshan saw him, he seemed to take a deep breath indiscriminately. He obviously used great restraint, so restrained that his tone of voice became a little stiff when he spoke, so he barely maintained the usual attitude that the patriarch of the guardian of the mountain should have.

Nan Shan: "Brother Yuan Ping, is Chu Huan with you?"

Yuan Ping thought about the friendship imposed on him a few hours ago, and the promise of "not to speak out". After hesitating for a second, he decided to obey his heart, and replied: "He said he was not here."

Nanshan: "..."

This statement is really great, even Nanshan was stunned for a moment.

Immediately, Nanshan seemed to have heard some kind of signal behind his words, stopped, and asked Yuan Ping tentatively: "You... told me last time that he has been running to the elders all the time, can you tell me what happened to him? What do you want to do?"

Yuan Ping sighed: "I just promised that others will not be owed, so you can ask—Nanshan Patriarch, I advise you not to inquire, this is embarrassing me, there is a famous saying on the other side of the river, called 'A humble man is invincible' , you can't beat him."

Nan Shan was silent for a moment: "I don't want to fight him, I just want to send him back there safely."

Yuan Ping took the big bow off his shoulders, propped it on the ground, and made a gesture of preparing for a long talk: "Patriarch, I heard that you were the one who insisted that there was a chance of survival in the fall, and you were always looking for the legendary saint. The person recorded in the book, why do you want to send him away now that you have found him?"

Nan Shan smiled wryly: "At that time, there was no falling land approaching, and I didn't know him, so I didn't think too much about it. In fact, no one has seen the so-called holy book. It's just an illusory sustenance... Besides, Even if it is destined, it is also a catastrophe for our family, why should he be involved with an outsider who has nothing to do with him?"

"That's right," Yuan Ping nodded in agreement after hearing this, and pretended to ponder for a while, then he said, "Why don't you do this, Patriarch, don't worry about it, I'll give you an idea."

Even though Nanshan already knew that the gatekeeper "can't spit ivory out of a dog's mouth" and that there was absolutely nothing serious in his stomach, he still couldn't help asking with a glimmer of hope, "What?"

Yuan Ping said solemnly: "I'll go in later, I'll tie him up for you, and then you'll be responsible for stripping off his clothes, and just turn him into a 'wife'."

Nanshan: "..."

What the hell!

Why is this kind of stuff so abundant on the other side of the river?

Nan Shan couldn't believe that he was really going to listen to Yuan Ping seriously, he stretched out his hand and pinched the center of his eyebrows, thinking that he was in a state of confusion and rushed to the doctor in a hurry.

Without saying a word, he bypassed Yuan Ping and walked towards the gatekeeper's resting place.

"Patriarch," Yuan Ping called him, with no sign of a joke on his face, "Both your elders and our Luge patriarch are hiding from you. Have you thought about the reason?"

Nanshan paused.

Yuan Ping: "I don't actually believe in any holy books, but we have reached the end of the road, don't you think about your own people? Everyone wants to see a little luck from Chu Huan, but you insist on sending him Walk."

Nanshan was silent.

Yuan Ping continued: "If a person is willing to do everything possible to take risks for you, his feelings for you must be deeper than you imagined. If you insist on resisting, is it for his own good, or is it another kind of selfishness? You can make him forget Is it you?"

Nan Shan raised his head, there was a clear night in the mountains, the galaxy was extremely clear, his expression changed a few times, and he finally fell lonely, just when Yuan Ping thought he was going to explain something, Nan Shan suddenly said calmly: "You are right. "

Yuan Ping was taken aback.

Nanshan sighed, and leaned on the rock a few steps away from him: "The fact that my clan became the patriarch, the holy spring should have been passed on to you, in fact, many of our clan are like this, closed, stubborn, desperate, and can't tolerate it." A little bit of betrayal, so all sentient beings are bound to be accompanied by jealousy and fear. It shouldn’t be like this. The people on the other side of the river live in such a big world. Everyone is relaxed, and only when they are happy can they be together , if you are not happy, it will naturally fall apart, I understand this truth in my heart, but I can't do it."

Yuan Ping didn't expect him to be so honest. In the hearts of the two tribes, Ruge was too hostile and usually unsmiling, which made people fear more than respect. Nanshan was different. Usually, he can let a bunch of annoying little brats surround him and play a piece of flute for them in a good-tempered manner.

He frankly said that he was jealous, worried and fearful, which made Yuan Ping almost at a loss.

"If there is something I can't do for him, if there is something I can't give him, I will feel powerless and incompetent, and my fear will become deeper. My heart seems to be stabbed by a needle all the time," Nanshan said, "He is now because of me. And stuck here..."

Nanshan's voice was interrupted, he exhaled slowly, his fingertips trembling uncontrollably, Nanshan pinched his fingers, and there was a "cluck" at the joints for a while, and he closed his eyes slightly, as if silently enduring some kind of pain. After a long time of torture, I finally gave a wry smile: "I shouldn't have believed in holy books at all back then, let alone bring him back, should I?"

Yuan Ping said softly: "Patriarch, if you are in a dilemma, you can actually ignore everything and let Chu Huan do whatever he wants, what do you think?"

Nan Shan shook his head without nodding, just sat silently for a while, then he stood up and walked back: "Forget it, he should have already slept, I know he is here, so there is no need to disturb him."

"Hey, Patriarch Nanshan." Yuan Ping suddenly stopped him.

Nanshan: "Huh?"

"Actually... well, actually, I really shouldn't have said it," Yuan Ping scratched his head for a moment, "but...forget it, anyway, I sold Chu Huan so many times, quite a few times—he plans to Walk."

Nan Shan was startled suddenly.

"Go?" His heart suddenly jumped wildly, "Where are you going?"

Yuan Ping struggled to glance at him, and said in a low voice, "The ground fell."

Nanshan heard a "crack" at that time, and the string in his mind snapped. He left Yuan Ping aside and rushed in.

He lost all reason and melancholy in his heart, and there was only a bloodbath left. Nanshan almost gritted his teeth, and deliberately grabbed Chu Huan and strangled him to death, so as to save him from going to such lengths to seek death by himself.

But Nanshan turned the gatekeeper's residence upside down, but he couldn't find any trace of Chu Huan.

When he found Yuan Ping again, he was like an enraged lion.

Yuan Ping trembled a little when he saw it. In his impression, the patriarch of the mountain guard was always gentle and mellow, and he had never been so obsessed.

Yuan Ping began to wonder if his mouth was really too much.

Nan Shan struggled to utter a few words: "He's not here."

"Not here?" Yuan Ping was stunned for a moment, "Uh... Then, he might have expected that I would betray him. Well, it's not unusual. Really, didn't I tell you that Chu Huan is cunning and cunning? - or else, patriarch, you rest with us for a night, and wait until tomorrow..."

Nan Shan bit the tip of his tongue hard, and the bloody taste barely suppressed the anxiety in his chest, and said dryly, "I can't close my eyes."

"Don't worry, the things he wants to bring are still ready. It will take a day or two, and he won't act rashly tonight." Yuan Ping patted Nanshan's shoulder cautiously, "Wait until tomorrow morning——Patriarch, trust me This time, I guarantee that he will come out by himself tomorrow morning, it’s rare to play tricks on me, if he doesn’t come back right away to show off, then the peacock won’t be named Chu!”

At this time, Chu Huan was actually still near the mountain gate—in view of the fact that Yuan Ping’s policy towards him has always been only the words "double-faced and three-sword", and he would pull it out and sell it when he thought of it, without any psychological barriers, so Chu Huan never trusted him at all. He, Chu Huan, ran to the edge of the holy spring with a suitable temperature, listened to the sound of Lingling water, and slept with the snake on his pillow all night.

Chu Huan had a very long dream. He dreamed that a strange middle-aged mountain guard walked up to him in a hurry, bent down and said something to him.Chu Huandan saw his lips moving, but couldn't hear anything. There was a white noise-like, noisy whispering in his ears.

The middle-aged man picked up the small walnut on Chu Huan's chest, then stretched out a finger, and touched Chu Huan's forehead, lips and chest respectively, as if he was afraid that he would not understand, and spoke at a very slow speed What, is the language of the Liyi tribe.

The man said it three times in a row before Chu Huan struggled to make out the words on his lips. He was saying - "Tinder".

Tinder?

Before Chu Huan had time to think about what that meant, suddenly the back of his head hurt, his vision went dark, he opened his eyes in a daze, and found that his "pillow" had run away by himself.

The poisonous snake Xiaolu is a biological alarm clock. As soon as the o'clock came, he dropped Chu Huan's head, climbed to the edge of the holy spring, and stretched his neck to drink water.

Chu Huan rubbed his eyes and sat up, only to see that the body of the snake emitted a piece of fluorescence that was exactly the same as that of the holy spring. Looking at it from a distance, the snake was as translucent and smooth as the fine chalcedony illuminated by the lamp, moist but not dazzling. Every scale is shining brightly.Chu Huan couldn't help but leaned over and reached out to touch the snake.

Chu Huan: "So you drank this to grow so big?"

The poisonous snake curled up the tip of its tail comfortably and licked his wrist.

Chu Huan put his hand into the holy spring, the water was not cold, it was as gentle as the body temperature, gently rolled over his skin, like a mother's hand.

Chu Huan couldn't help having a sudden thought in the low blood pressure in the morning: "If I take a sip, will I still be able to grow a few centimeters taller?"

But immediately, he restrained his curiosity—who knows whether this pure natural nutrient water promotes vertical growth or horizontal growth?

After the snake drank enough water, Chu Huan also cleaned himself up. He stretched out his arms to let the little snake climb up, intending to wake up his gold medal partner.

Unexpectedly, before he could find him, Yuan Ping was already sitting at the gate of the mountain waiting for him.

Yuan Ping looked at the "long leather python robe" on his body, and asked with a disheveled face: "Where did you go last night?"

Chu Huan laughed complacently——Yuan Ping would not go to him if he had nothing to do, and someone else must be looking for him. If Yuan Ping asked this question, he must have betrayed him but failed.

Yuan Ping stood up angrily, and pointed at him through gritted teeth: "You, let that fat worm stay away, let's go out and practice alone."

The poisonous snake Xiaolu seemed to understand his words, slid off Chu Huan's body swayingly, and crawled straight towards Yuan Ping.

Yuan Ping maintained his composure with a sullen face at first, but when the snake was less than half a meter away from him, he finally couldn't bear it any longer, and rushed towards Chu Huan with a loud cry, and the two chased and fled into the forest in the mountains as usual.

The poisonous snake raised its head in surprise. It didn't know what Yuan Ping was excited about, but it quickly left the strange gatekeeper aside, shook its head and continued to walk forward, bypassing a stone pillar, and rubbed it obsequiously. The trouser legs of the man hiding there, the man bent down slowly, and patted the snake's head.

Chu Huan felt that Yuan Ping seemed to have gone too far this day, and he was almost caught by him several times because he was too aggressive.

Angry like this?

Chu Huan was clasping a bow in his hand. The arrows on the bow had no tips, and the bowstring had been drawn.

Just now, a branch moved slightly, and Chu Huan had roughly judged Yuan Ping's position. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he began to aim calmly.

Chu Huan planned to shorten the morning exercise time for this day, and "kill" Yuan Ping quickly. He also wanted to go up the mountain to find the elders and ask if the middle-aged man in his dream had any allusions.

He focused all his attention on the tip of the bowstring and arrow, and suppressed his breathing to the minimum. At this moment, a tree branch beside him suddenly sounded, and Chu Huan's fingers for pulling the bow suddenly loosened, and Yuan Ping's voice came from ahead. Crying in pain, Chu Huan ignored it, and turned his head vigilantly.

Unexpectedly, with just such a turn of his head, the back of his neck was caught off guard.

The angle and strength of this person's strikes are all just right. Before losing consciousness, a thought flashed across Chu Huan's mind: "There must be a plan, the Guisun surnamed Yuan actually set me up!"

The next moment, the bowstring in his hand fell to the ground, and he fell limply to the other side, being firmly caught by a pair of hands.

Yuan Ping held an arrow with no point, and jumped down from the bushes with twists and turns: "Hiss...the bastard who has lost his sons and grandchildren, he hits so hard—how, did he succeed?"

Nanshan came down from the tree holding Chu Huan who had passed out, and nodded at him: "Thank you."

Yuan Ping glanced at Chu Huan.

The smile on the corner of Chu Huan's mouth had not had time to completely dissipate.

Yuan Ping remembered that he had just come out of the holy spring. When he saw this person for the first time, he really felt that Chu Huan was like a flickering lonely wild ghost. Vigorous, almost a different person from before.

"Oh, you're welcome—in fact, he really likes you." Yuan Ping scratched his messy long hair, as if he didn't know what to say, but he was very emotional, so he had to search his guts for a long time, and then he spoke again clumsily. Added, "It's true."

Nanshan forced a smile with a heavy heart, adjusted Chu Huan's posture lightly, held his hands as if holding some treasure, and brought Chu Huan back to the mountain.

When Chu Huan woke up again, he found that he was already in a room.

The room was bright and clean, tidy and tidy, and the familiar patriarchal scepter was still hanging on the wall—this was the place where he used to come to find drinks when he had nothing to do, and often returned drunk...but he hadn't had time to stay overnight.

The residence of Nanshan, the patriarch of the guardians of the mountain.

Chu Huan moved his hands and feet, and heard a "crash, clatter" sound. He looked down and found that his limbs were locked by several large iron chains protruding from the bedpost.

He established diplomatic relations with Yuan Ping on the first day, but was betrayed by this treacherous villain the next day.

Chu Huan was very helpless. Judging by his posture, he must have been sold out completely.

He had no choice but to think bitterly: "Being locked on the bed by a sweetheart with a big iron chain, alas, probably can be regarded as a kind of winner in life, right?"

At this time, someone pushed the door and came in: "Are you awake?"

As soon as Chu Huan raised his eyes, he saw Nanshan, whose face was as heavy as water, walking to his bedside with a bowl of water.