turn the mountain

Perhaps Qing Anima really took pity on them.Zhang Zhi heard thunder rolling in the sky while he was half asleep and half awake. When he woke up, he saw that there was a rare heavy rain in the mountains.Like rainwater falling on the rocks, they converge into streams of water, weaving and merging with each other, embedded in every inch of the land.Zhang Ji said with satisfaction: "In this way, they won't be able to find us even if they lead the dog."

In the afternoon Zhang Ji went out to look for food as usual, while Zhang Zhi stayed in the cave to practice sword skills.After yesterday's tossing, his shoulders, arms and wrists are stronger, and he can work hard with one hand holding a knife.After he finished practicing a set of saber techniques from memory, the rain was so light that there were only pattering drops, and it seemed that it was getting late, but Zhang Ji hadn't come back yet.

Zhang Zhi was so hungry that he ate half of yesterday's rabbit and rewrapped the leftover half.Seeing that the sky was getting darker and darker, there was still no movement outside the cave.Frightened and anxious, he put the knife into the sheath, tied it to his back, and crawled out of the hole by himself.The stones on the mountain road were wet and slippery from the rain; there was no sound of movement along the way, but the rain hit the leaves and the birds passed over the branches, and there was not even a trace of human beings.Zhang Zhi didn't dare to run fast, so he could only walk slowly along the stream yesterday.After a day of heavy rain, the water flow became turbid and turbulent, and it also carried many dead branches and leaves.

When they reached the source of the stream, Zhang Ji was still missing.This source is a small spring, which is surrounded by a circle of jagged rocks and does not receive much rain.Zhang Zhi took some water to drink, and vaguely felt that Zhang Ji was nearby.The growth of all things depends on the nourishment of water. The hares, wild pheasants, and flying animals can only survive around this stream in this mountain.Zhang Ji will not fail to understand this truth.

If the person who came to kill them a few days ago was also in the mountains, if he yelled, it would be tantamount to seeking his own death.Thinking about it, Zhang Zhi turned his heart and shouted: "Apolla!"

The sound echoed around.Zhang Zhi waited in fear for a while, but did not hear a response. He thought that Zhang Ji could not understand Tubo dialect, so he called again: "Grandfather!"

Still no sound at all.Zhang Zhi became more and more anxious. If it was completely dark, let alone looking for someone, he would not even be able to see the way back to the cave.He climbed up to the stone at the spring, looked as hard as he could, and finally caught a glimpse of a small piece of cloth in the crevice of the stone below.Zhang Zhi hurriedly turned over the stone and ran over in a stumbling manner.It is where the two boulders cover each other, which is extremely hidden.Zhang Ji was lying in the middle, his face was pale, his eyes were tightly closed, and his clothes were soaked in blood.Zhang Zhi ran over, only to feel that his grandfather's body was cold to the touch, and he didn't look like a living person at all.

"Grandfather!" Zhang Zhi leaned on him, looking sideways at the cliff on the top of the mountain.In just a few days, his relatives were all annihilated in a fire, and now he has nothing at all.But he didn't feel very sad, he just quietly thought that it would be better to jump down from the mountain and settle everything once and for all.

Having made up his mind, Zhang Zhi was no longer afraid, and still leaned on his grandfather's body.I don't know when it was completely dark, but this kind of darkness is like a kind of reliance, filling up the cliff and supporting courage.It's just that he slept for a long time yesterday and couldn't fall asleep for a while.

Fortunately, the mountain night was quiet, Zhang Zhi was lying down, and suddenly felt a very slight movement under her body.He jumped up in shock, knelt beside Zhang Ji, and called repeatedly: "Grandfather, grandfather!" Zhang Ji didn't move any more.He was so anxious that he almost cried, and shouted: "Apolla!!"

Only this time did Zhang Ji react a bit, and his body struggled again, but it was real.Tears welled up in Zhang Zhi's eyes immediately, as if all his strength had been drained.

Although Zhang Ji is still alive, if he spends a night in this slippery and cold place, he will probably be no different from a dead person.Zhang Zhi rested for a while, picked up Zhang Ji's body, and walked back gropingly.Although he is only 12 years old, he has already grown very tall.Zhang Ji's body shrank a lot after aging, and Zhang Zhi could barely carry him on his back.This mountain is mostly rocks and gravel, and the accumulated water dries up very quickly, so the road is not too muddy.Zhang Zhi listened to the sound of water, walked and rested for a while, but he didn't fall down.The short distance away from the stream is even more difficult without guidance.Zhang Zhi had no choice but to put Zhang Ji on the side of the road first, fell down and memorized the way back, and then took Zhang Ji again, half dragging and half carrying him into the cave.The cold weather in late autumn made him sweat profusely.

After sleeping all night, Zhang Ji's noises became a little louder, but he started to have a fever, and his ankles swelled like bowls, and he didn't know if it was good or bad.The rain soaked the branches and leaves, making it impossible to make a fire.Zhang Zhi took off Zhang Ji's inside and outside jacket, and bandaged the wound on his shoulder.There wasn't much blood in the wound, and it wasn't as shocking as before, but it was soaked white, with little yellow pus oozing from the edge.

The only two roasted rabbits left were not enough for Zhang Zhi to eat alone.He unfolded Zhang Ji's clothes and shook them, and a lot of green fruits fell out of them, which were exactly the kind of fruits that Zhang Ji reprimanded him the day before yesterday.Zhang Zhi had no choice but to pick a raw rabbit and peel off the skin without touching the remaining roasted rabbits.Zhang Ji's knife was so sharp that he almost didn't need to use any force on his own. When he pulled it lightly, the rabbit's skin split neatly from the middle.

Precious sword, precious sword, Zhang Zhi thought, you used to be a hero and invincible, but now you can only do such things.He picked out a piece of rabbit meat and put it into his mouth.The raw meat was fishy and smelly, soft and slippery in the mouth, and had a faint rancid smell, just like a long worm.Zhang Zhi took a bite and almost spat it out.When he finally finished eating the whole raw rabbit, he lost his appetite and his stomach was churning.He shook Zhang Ji, Zhang Ji opened his eyes a little, and finally woke up.

"Apolla," Zhang Zhi put the roasted rabbit next to his head, tore off some shredded meat and fed it to him.

"What is Apollo?" Zhang Ji waved his hand away with all his strength.

"...Grandfather," Zhang Zhi corrected himself.Zhang Ji then opened his mouth to swallow the shredded pork, and said, "Find me some water."

Zhang Zhi hurriedly ran out to find water.Back in the cave, Zhang Ji had already eaten up half of the rabbit, leaving only the chewable bones and spit them out on the ground.He was in poor spirits, and he lay on his side on the ground after eating, wrapping his ripped clothes tightly.Seeing him come back, Zhang Ji didn't move, just said: "The remaining one is yours."

"I've eaten it," Zhang Zhi looked at him, never feeling that his grandfather was so old.Even if he thought Zhang Ji was dead yesterday, he was stronger then than he looks now.He thought for a while, and then said: "This one and a half was roasted the day before yesterday, and I ate two that were roasted today."

"Little bastard," Zhang Ji cursed weakly, but he didn't move the remaining rabbit.

Yesterday Zhang Ji slipped down the mountain road and broke a foot.Zhang Zhi didn't know how to heal such traumatic injuries, but he was very attentive, running around and wrapping cloth strips with branches around his ankles.

"There's nothing to do, so you go to practice sword skills," Zhang Ji lay on the ground, feeling very humiliated.

Zhang Zhi let out an "oh", picked up the long knife, and made gestures one by one.Zhang Ji closed his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.Zhang Zhi deliberately asked him: "Grandfather, I can't practice this move well."

"Is that bad?" Zhang Ji didn't even open his eyes.

"Which trick is this?" Zhang Zhi wanted to make things difficult for him, and asked again.

"The third trick is to ecstasy," Zhang Ji said slowly.

Zhang Zhi was amazed, and bent down to take a closer look, wondering if Zhang Ji was secretly squinting at him.Zhang Ji waved his hands in the air like chasing flies and mosquitoes, drove him away, and said, "I can hear it from the wind," he said after a pause, "every move you make is crooked, because you don't care about it." Sincerity, strength is not enough. I let you swing the knife every day, just for this."

"What does ecstasy mean?" Zhang Zhi asked.

Zhang Ji was furious and had no strength to reprimand him. He said, "If you slash with a knife, the enemy's soul will fly away, and he is about to die. This is ecstasy."

Although Zhang Zhi didn't even count as half a bucket of water in his studies, he could still feel that Zhang Ji was lying to him; just like his father Zhang Liu lied to him that Gui Fang was "this ghost place".The two of them have very different personalities, but in these places there is a tacit understanding between father and son.