Ghosts and gods do not enter the door

"Er Daozi?" Ding Mu thought the word was familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it before.

"Erdaozi refers to Sanren." Guan Yi thought for a while, and replaced the word with another commonly used word in the secular world, "The kind of Sanren who single-handedly enter the mountain, touch gold and sell stones, are what we call Erdaozi. Daozi."

"I seem to have heard it somewhere." Ding Mu nodded thoughtfully.

"This word is not particularly rare. You should have heard it somewhere." Guan Yi said, "I only saw him at that time, and I never saw him again after that, but this person left a deep impression on me. .”

"Do you know? When I saw you for the first time, I almost felt that Ding Cheng had come out again." Guan Yi smiled, "A person who is famous in Yinshan, this kind of reputation will be quickly replaced by the next one." Moreover, the golden time to enter the mountain is only the 20 years between the ages of 40 and 20. Some famous families can only extend this time for more than ten years at most, but there is no way to extend it. Let people have enough energy and physical strength after 40 years old."

"Then..." Ding Mu thought for a while, "So this is why the father's generation was quickly covered up?"

A person's golden age is from 20 to [-] years old. If a casual person who has never been in the mountains wants to make a living by making a living, he will encounter only a lot more difficulties than those families who make a living by making money.

Experience, weapons, consciousness, etc. are all very important.

Especially experience, which is even more important than those strange talents.

"Yes, Xiao Ding, you don't know, maybe it's because of the peculiar geomantic omen of the Yinshan Mountain. Among those who enter the mountain, some specialties are normal, such as... your eyes, the blood of Big Chengzi." Guan Yi said, "Those who are talented It's easier for people to stand out in Yinshan, but their reputation is also easier to be suppressed. If that Ding Cheng hadn't had a certain level of eyesight, according to his status as an Erdaozi, it would be impossible for him to be seen by my uncle with eyes higher than the top. middle."

"But what does this have to do with me?" Ding Mu asked, "It stands to reason that my ability is not special, and I shouldn't be called that by Love."

"Your eyes are different from yin and yang eyes." Guan Yi nodded his upper eyelids, "Your eyes are unique. When I entered the mountains when I was more than ten years old, even Fan Hui's eyes could be regarded as the same. A baby holding it, not to mention your eyes?"

He frowned, pursed his lips, and said: "But in the past few years, I have obviously found that more and more people have opened their eyes. I doubt that someone will do something to these people."

"You mean someone made this kind of eyes?" Ding Mu asked.

"I have this kind of suspicion, but I... I don't dare to look into the things I discovered." Guan Yi looked into his eyes with a complicated expression, "You ask me what all this has to do with you, But I'm even more afraid that all this will have something to do with you."

Ding Mu didn't speak, just looked at him.

"I had a dream, and I've been having this dream since I was very young." Guan Yi said, "I have dreamed many things, but I didn't really see my dream clearly until I entered the Yinshan Mountain. The dream is: there is a tree on the top of a mountain, and I am looking down at the road down the mountain from this tree, I can't move, I can't speak, until a person appears in front of me, I will suddenly wake up from this dream."

"When I first dreamed, I could only see vague shadows. When I entered the mountain, I slowly cleared the fog in front of me. When I saw the man's face, it was a year ago." Yi said, "It's your face."

"But, haven't you seen my father? It might be his face." Ding Mu thought for a while, and thought it was possible.

"You are different from your father. I'm sure that's your face." Guan Yi said, "I thought it was your father at first, but I later found out that it wasn't."

It was indeed Ding Mu.

"Is there nothing else besides this?" Ding Mu asked.

"No more, I can't remember." Guan Yi shook his head, "What smell... Hiss, I remembered, I forgot about this pot!"

The smell of paste floated from the kitchen, and once the smell that was highly similar to the mountain appeared in reality, it would give Ding Mu the illusion that he hadn't come out of the mountain yet.

Even though part of this feeling was taken away by the influence of Yinshan when he left the mountain, it still made him feel a little dazed.

According to his experience of entering the mountain last time, after a few days, the condition of being affected by the Yin mountain will disappear a lot, but this time his feeling is slightly stronger than last time.

Perhaps it was because they entered Satoyama this time.

Ding Mu's peripheral vision fell on the coffee table, he reached out to touch the glass, and he saw the shadow of a knife on the glass.

There is nothing left now.

"Brother Ding, you wake up so early." Cheng Suxiang came down from upstairs wearing a T-shirt, still yawning, "My brother went out for morning exercises again? What does this smell like?"

"No, he didn't go out, the food was messed up." Ding Mu shook his head.

"I'm going, it's so foggy?" Cheng Suxiang stared at the outside, "I haven't seen such a fog in many years."

Before Ding Mu had time to stop him, he saw the child jump to the window, and he thought to himself: This is terrible.

Sure enough, the next moment, Cheng Suxiang exclaimed: "How many are these?!"

It was still seen.