Of Mountains and Rivers

Beside a river, the four people are all in the image of drowned chickens, only the patriarch's scepter is protected safely, motionless as if intending to shine forever, the burning scepter makes a quieter "beep" sound, and the flames are dazzling again, If alone.

After an unknown amount of time, Yuan Ping suddenly said abruptly, "So..."

As soon as he uttered two words, he choked up. He always felt that each word in this sentence weighed more than a thousand catties, and was pressed heavily in his throat, making it difficult to vomit blood.

"So... the children on the plain, the villagers in the valley, they will all turn into a pile of powder in the end like that wizard, right?" Yuan Ping slowly raised his eyes, he has a pair of round eyes with double eyelids , although the green years have passed, but when the eyes are wide open, there is a vague sense of innocence-it seems tiger-headed and tiger-headed.

The whites of Yuan Ping's eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, and his thick eyelids trembled slightly, as if he had been greatly wronged: "We thought we saved people, but in fact we saved them into a pile of powder. "

Chu Huan was upset by what he said, and waved his hands anxiously: "What did I just say? This is all speculation, speculation without any evidence."

Although he claims to have excellent self-control, although he occasionally smokes, he has no cravings, but when he is particularly irritable, Chu Huan will habitually twirl his fingers. Sweeping saw that a craving for nicotine had already arisen like a conditioned reflex.

Yuan Ping scratched his messy hair and sighed heavily: "It would be nice if there was smoke."

Ruge heard that the stern gaze of the dean slowly fell on Yuan Ping, and Yuan Ping's neck was sore just with his gaze, and he immediately flinched as if he should go to the corner to write an inspection.

Luge looked indifferent, like a clay sculpture, and continued: "Whether it is conjecture or true, it is useless for you to regret it now."

Nanshan knew that the patriarch of the gatekeeper was not a cold-blooded and ruthless person, he was just used to being self-centered, he was too clumsy in dealing with others, had no wink, and always didn't know how to take care of other people's emotions, so Nanshan could only rub his forehead a little tiredly, He interjected and interrupted Ruge's outburst: "How far are we from Shen Xing Island now?"

Ruge paused, and after a while, he slowly understood what Nanshan meant, and walked down the steps sullenly: "Oh, it's been more than half of the way."

Nan Shan hung up his bow, arrows and weapons, stood up and said, "Go, keep going."

His voice was hoarse, but firm: "Now that we have reached this point, what else can we do?"

"Sharpening a knife is not a mistake for woodcutters. The road is still long, and you are still wobbling. Sit down," Chu Huan said expressionlessly, "wait for a rest before starting the road."

Nan Shan lowered his head, glanced at Chu Huan's chapped lips, and felt a sudden longing in his heart, wanting to fish him up and kiss him, to absorb some precious warmth, but he was afraid that the short-lived happiness would drown him in it and make him lose The courage to grit your teeth and move forward.

In the end, Nanshan just froze for a moment in silence, sat down obediently next to Chu Huan, hugged him sideways, buried the tip of his nose into the socket of his shoulder, and stayed there nostalgic.

Nanshan couldn't help thinking, what would happen to him without Chu Huan?

He probably won't go out and enter the sinking land even if he dies, right?

Maybe he will bring his unreachable desire to see the outside world, and finally sink into the shadows with the mountain of God and his tribe?

Even with the patriarchal scepter by his side, how long can he last?

"It's okay, I can still walk." He let go of Chu Huan, pretending to be relaxed, "You have said so much, is there anything about the mountain gate? The situation of the guests and the swallowed people in the cave So like, do you think they might also be related to the Fallen Land?"

Chu Huan was stunned for a moment, and just about to analyze and think carefully according to his words, he heard Nanshan go on to say: "When we really defeat 'it', the border over there may disappear. Can you take me to the sky to fly?"

As soon as Chu Huan heard the second half of the sentence, he immediately understood that Nanshan didn't expect an answer at all. He didn't want to discuss anything seriously, but just talked about his wishes in a rambling manner.

Chu Huan smiled: "Yes, yes, but the pile of knives, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks on your body... It seems that you can't take it with you."

Nanshan became excited like a big child, and said in a loud voice: "It's okay, if you don't let me take it, don't take it——Can we fly all the way to your original home?"

Chu Huan raised his eyebrows, and asked meaningfully: "My original home?"

Nanshan talked fast for a while, but he didn't expect to be defeated by Chu Huan, an unscrupulous thing, and suddenly became nervous—he stuttered when he got to the point of his mouth: "You... you are now my... a member of our clan Yes, of course it’s the original home.”

Chu Huan didn't make a sound, just sneered.

Nanshan didn't know what he meant by laughing like this, and after thinking hard for a while, he still didn't come to any conclusion, but felt inexplicably that he was being molested.

The face of the patriarch of the mountain guard was slightly red, so he had no choice but to find something to say in a panic: "Are there really that many people in your place?"

"That's right," Chu Huan said softly, "Walking in the downtown area, there will always be people coming and going and bumping into you. When the subway is full of people, you have to kick the staff inside to close the door and get off. Just squeeze it into a photo."

Nanshan seemed to find it very interesting—he would find it very interesting whatever Chu Huan said.

Ruge showed an undisguised disgust on his face, and asked Yuan Ping in a low voice, "Really?"

Yuan Ping thought for a while and found that there was nothing to refute, so he nodded with a heavy heart.

The corners of Luge's eyes twitched slightly, revealing a rare bit of affection. He glanced at Yuan Ping with the eyes of a "wandering child", patted him on the shoulder, and comforted him bluntly: "From now on, live well on the mountain. Bar."

Yuan Ping sighed: "When I just graduated, my parents asked me to live in poverty, didn't buy me a car, and made me squeeze the subway to work every day. I couldn't bear it. Now that I think about it... I think as long as I get out of here, Even if you throw me on a crowded subway, I can sleep in the independent posture of a golden rooster forever."

Chu Huan really wanted to say "me too".

He wasn't sleepy or tired, but tired, as if he was exhausted and couldn't lift his energy no matter what, but Chu Huan didn't say a word, he really didn't have Yuan Ping's big heart.

He didn't know if Nanshan and the other mountain guards were all like this, because they were single-minded, so they were extraordinarily unreserved. After walking along the way, Chu Huan found that no matter where Nanshan looked, he always seemed to keep a line of sight on himself—— This is not his delusion or self-indulgence, often times, he frowns inadvertently, without even realizing it, Nanshan has turned around to ask questions like eyes in the back of his head.

Chu Huan didn't know if he blurted out "too tired to lift his legs" as brazenly as Yuan Ping, would it disturb Nanshan so much that he couldn't even fall asleep.

Sometimes this deep-rooted bond often made Chu Huan nervous. He thought, if the monsters around the mountain came slowly at that time, if that talkative bastard Yuan Ping hadn't pretended to be smart enough to tell the truth, maybe the people here at the moment He was alone.

But if that's the case... Chu Huan thought about it for a while, and thought that he would probably carry a photo taken by Nanshan, just like the American soldier in the movie who was going to meet Brother Lincoln, and he would take it out to look at it from time to time, and then Maybe he died quietly and quietly.

It seems to be a bit miserable.

Chu Huan thought about this himself, and couldn't help laughing. Sure enough, he would alarm Nanshan if he had any disturbance. Nanshan immediately looked back at him very sensitively, and Chu Huan narrowed his eyes and blew a hooligan whistle at him. , and then grabbed Nanshan's chin without public morality or shame, dragged Nanshan who was caught off guard, licked the other's lip slickly, and kissed him forgetfully.

The two of them originally wanted to adjust it—it was too dark in front of them, but as they adjusted, they adjusted it to look like no one else was there.

Ruge made a look of watching the monkey show with cold eyes, and snorted at Nanshan who didn't even know where to put his hands: "The patriarch of the dignified mountain guard is really useless."

However, having said that, he suddenly felt a little touched in his heart, because the life of the gatekeeper seems to be so monotonous. He lives like an ascetic monk at the pass of the evergreen mountain, with no worries and no worries. Only the gate of the gate is closed every year. Only a moment of respite.

A long time ago, there was a little girl from the mountain guard's side who fell in love with a man from their side. Regardless of the dissuasion of the patriarchs of both sides, she desperately wanted to marry him. Ruge remembered that although the two people spent more than half of the year together, But it was really good for a while.

and after?

Later... both the man and the woman were old and dead, and the woman was completely dead, but the man kept looking back from the holy water in his previous life that he should have left behind.

He really can't forget it, and death after death can't erase the sweetness that is so short-lived and unforgettable. After several generations, the mountain guards as the medium no longer remember the women of the same clan, but Shengquan still saves those for him. The bits and pieces that can no longer be touched.

Since then, Luge has personally laid down the iron law - the gatekeepers are not allowed to intermarry with foreigners.

He looked back at Yuan Ping, as if he took Chu Huan and Nanshan as a negative teaching material, and said coldly: "The gatekeepers have strict family rules, you are not allowed to do this, do you know?"

"Ah?" Yuan Ping was taken aback. He felt more and more that what he was facing was a dean who would not let him smoke or even let his mother fall in love freely. What was he trying to do?He doesn't have to take the college entrance examination anymore!

Yuan Ping couldn't help but wailed: "Patriarch, isn't that an old monk? Brothers, have you been masturbating at the mountain gate for so many years..."

Ruger gave him a cool look.

Yuan Ping: "...to comfort the loneliness."

Ruge frowned, not understanding what he was suffering: "It's not like my clan doesn't have women."

"But all women are other people's wives, patriarch!" Yuan Ping was very sad, "The rest is to run to be a male mistress, or stir up the base?"

The brotherhood among the gatekeepers is above all else. If they dare to do any nonsense things like jealousy and jealousy under Luge's nose, they will definitely be cleaned up to death. Bend yourself?Yuan Ping suddenly lost the courage to live.

At this time, seeing Nanshan and Chu Huan felt more and more unpleasant, Yuan Ping immediately threw himself into the dead group angrily, and said to Chu Huan angrily: "I said who, it's almost there? Pay attention to quality, it's really a flower. Inserted on that."

Only then did Nan Shan come to his senses, reluctantly endured his restless mood, let go of Chu Huan, and asked in a daze, "What?"

Chu Huan showed the stable psychological quality of an old hooligan. He glanced at Yuan Ping dejectedly, and replied with a smile: "It's nothing, he praised you as a flower."

When the farmer faces the loess and his back to the sky, sometimes he straightens up and looks into the distance, like a simple and mysterious ceremony.

Vision can bring strength to people.

Chu Huan suddenly had a whim, and drew an arrow back, the point of which was burning on the patriarch's scepter. He sat still, leaning on the bowstring with his back, and stretched his body to draw the big bow half a person's height, looking up and not Falling down, the waist folded into an incredible arc, and the arrow pointed at the dark and boundless sky.

Will bend its bow like a full moon—

The feathered arrow rushed to the highest point with a howl, and then fell down before it was completely burned up. The flames suddenly tore apart the terrifying shadow in the collapsed ground everywhere, revealing the hidden, real corner of the long sky.

And that arrow, like a true spark, looks out over the world in the darkest place.

The next part of the road is relatively difficult. Although several people have somewhat grasped the rules of the sinking land, and have gained a bit of tacit understanding with each other during the long and painful running-in, the sinking land seems to be ready to tear their faces apart.

During the long journey, they encountered countless wooden people who were nailed in place in ignorance, but they were of different shapes and beings.

In the same false sorrow, some people cried and yelled loudly, while others chattered endlessly like Mrs. Xianglin, repeating the same thing.And as they gradually penetrated, the trapped land finally tore away the gloomy and silent illusion, and showed violent aggressiveness to outsiders.

Those who attack them are none other than those who are swallowed down and swallowed.

At this time, Chu Huan's guess about the location of the fall was proved by two points.

First, the devoured person is not eaten by "it", but fed by "it".

Second, "it" traps the consciousness of these people in a situation in order to make them part of themselves.They are "it's" accomplices, bodies, weapons.

At this point, the four found that "whether to wake up these devoured people" is no longer a philosophical question.

The devoured people are the tools to attack them from the ground. It feeds these people and treats them as its own tentacles. The scepter is getting shorter and shorter every day. Chu Huan and the others gradually fall into the trap. I'll keep chasing after them.

Yuan Ping was chased like a stray dog ​​by a shadow. The snake-like shadow was released from an unattractive middle-aged woman. As they gradually approached Shen Xing Island, the attacks they received became more and more varied. .

One end of the shadow took root on the woman, and the other end stretched, chasing Yuan Ping relentlessly.

Yuan Ping returned his hand and burned the long knife through the flames on the scepter. He was so strong that the flames were almost extinguished by him. Using the tip of his toes as the axis, he turned around and slashed fiercely at the shadow. The shadow was too late. When he retreated, he hit him angrily in the middle of the air, and he fell apart immediately, but Yuan Ping's face was pale, and he bent down in pain and called to Chu Huan: "Hurry up! Are you okay, panting... Can't breathe, I want to go!" , to suffocate, suffocate to death..."

Chu Huan was trying his best to find loopholes in the crying that no one else could hear. Hearing this, he thought irritably: "Damn, I can't hold my breath, why are you still yelling?"

Ruge lifted Yuan Ping impatiently and gave him a sigh of relief.

Yuan Ping: "..."

At the moment when the shadow disintegrated, as if "it" had been severely injured, Chu Huan heard the woman's crying and became confused, and he immediately shouted: "Crying, open your eyes and take a good look, Close your eyes and think about it, just now you said that the man who had a hard life in his early years died, and he has been dead for 15 years, where can he betray you! Who instilled you with inexplicable ideas!"

The woman stopped sobbing: "You... who are you?"

As soon as the connection was established, most of the suffocation in the air immediately dissipated, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief, except Yuan Ping who was still cleaning up his shattered views.

Chu Huan has used his three-inch tongue to the extreme, and all the tricks and deceptions that he has never used in his life have been sublimated in the day-to-day training.

After the woman was dealt with, the four of them, like skilled workers, intercepted and killed Yin Yin who was chasing after him. Chu Huan leaned heavily on a big rock and looked at the scepter that was only half the length of the original: "We Is it almost to Shen Xing Island..."

His voice fell, and a "rustling" sound suddenly came from his ears.

Chu Huan shrank his shoulders vigilantly, stepped aside abruptly, and turned his head to look in surprise.

It seemed as if an invisible hand had carved a string of characters of the Liyi tribe stroke by stroke on the big rock he had leaned against just now—be careful!