Chiwuxing

Chapter [-] - Peeping at the Heavenly Secret Under the Monument of Fu Chen, Ni Xiangyu Rescued the Solitary Son

But it is said that time goes by, several times in spring and autumn.

There is a saying that "there is no carabiner in the mountains, and the year is unknown in the cold and heat." In the unnamed mountains, the four seasons are similar, and they are isolated from the secular world. Eight years of time are nothing more than a fleeting gap.

Zhuwu is the same as in the past, the dust on the tables and chairs is often cleaned, and it has been kept clean for eight years.

At this time, I saw a young man sitting at the table in the room, randomly picking up an ancient scroll with an old cover from the shelf, and the broken corners showed that he had read it many times.

A book of unofficial history chatter about the change of dynasties, and young people seem to read it with gusto.There are many assertions in the fine brushwork of the history books. The young man sometimes purses his lips and nods, and sometimes shakes his head and frowns.

When he was young, he only learned a few words from the little brother next door, and he didn't have much chance to read books and grade papers.When I opened this history book for the first time, I felt dizzy, like reading a book from heaven, and immediately put it back to its original place.After a long time, and the mountain was really boring, this book still reminded him that he used to live in a place full of people, which was completely different from this mountain, and he was afraid that his previous memories would disappear.And once you make up your mind, the so-called difficulties will gradually disappear.No one forced me to read leisurely in the mountains, corresponding to the rumors of various folk miscellaneous books I heard when I was young, and finally I can slowly chew them down.Occasionally, there are places where the teeth are bent, and it is not fun to ask for a deep understanding.

The days in the mountains are loose, the forest springs are beautiful, the books and anecdotes, the company of the two still nourishes a beating heart, as long as there is vitality, there is no end to death anywhere.

The young man carefully closed the scroll, flattened the bent corners, and placed it on the bookshelf again.

A few birds chirping, the young man opened the window with a smile, and the sunlight was pouring on his curly hair.

He looked at the sun with his eyes bent, and his pupils were also dyed with a golden color, and his spirit was high.

"call out--"

The young man pressed his thumb and index finger on his tongue, and a crisp whistle came out.Soon, a black shadow rushed towards the window and landed steadily on the young man's shoulder.

Still in its infancy, Haidongqing has not yet fully fledged, but its advantage is that it is black all over, and its shiny feathers seem to have been washed by the clean snow on the mountain top, and it has begun to take on the majestic appearance of an eagle king.

The young man stroked the feathers around the eagle's neck and stepped out of the room.

The eagle held the snake's body in its beak, struggling and twisting in the mud.

The young man stepped forward and held a sharp object to shine on the snake's body seven inches wide, piercing the black snake's venom sac.

Hai Dongqing saw the snake was dead, flapped its wings and landed on the young man's shoulder again.

The young man cut off the snake's head neatly, and the corner of his mouth curled up slightly, and he tied the wrist-thick snake in a knot and hooked it around his wrist.On the other side, he stroked the neck hair of the young eagle on his shoulder, and the latter spread its wings upwards and flew into the hidden mountain forest.

Then, with both hands supported, he turned over and jumped down from the big rock on the edge, stretched out his hand and hung on the vine branch of a towering old tree, a few leaves fell, and he swung half a circle after him, and then fell down in a half-hanging, half-hanging posture. Throwing, was throwing the snake at the entrance of a cave covered by branches and trees.

"Cuckoo."

The young man moved his lips together, imitating the song of a bird.

After a while, a few brown-red pups in the cave sniffed the smell and came to the entrance of the cave, tearing at each other the dead snake that had been tied into a knot, half pushing and half pushing it into the cave.

Seeing the success, the young man raised his foot to support the tree trunk, and with the strength of the vine branch, he swung back to the place he had just stood on.

He breathed a sigh of relief, sighed and laughed, and walked up the mountain as usual.

The climate on the top of the mountain is gloomy and cold, even if the sun is shining, it is still difficult to melt the solitary snow on it.

People can never get rid of the influence of the external environment, even a slight change in temperature can cool down the steaming heart.Whenever the young man walked up the mountain, the rocks in front of him turned into pictures that reminded him of his memories.As long as the temperature drops, he has to repeatedly beat himself, he is still alive, the eight years he lived in the county with his mother were not dreams, those unresolved doubts cannot be given up and forgotten.

The birds in the mountains seemed to be familiar with the young man, and they still sang softly on the branches when they saw him approaching.

He walked to the top of the mountain with ease. For several years, his desire to get out of the mountains has never been extinguished, but every time he goes down, it is like entering a maze, and it is difficult to find the way. Sometimes when he wakes up in a different place in the morning, he always feels In the sea of ​​clouds, the world is misty, could it be that he just had a big dream?

The appearance of the young man growing up in the stream has quietly changed, starting to deviate from the portrait in his mind.

Is that stranger whose eyes are often surly, himself?

When he woke up, the loneliness of being unattended had been unbearable for him.

So he had to do the opposite, seeking the existence of that moment on the narrow land on the top of the mountain.It was also in this brief moment of familiarity that he felt the joy of tranquility. Maybe this is his next life. The memories related to his mother gradually faded away, leaving only the empty and occasional emptiness. The elegant interest peeped on the birds and beasts.Or maybe he has already passed away, and now he is just wandering in some fairyland, waiting to meet his mother.

In this lost mountain, apart from the top of the mountain, only the simple bamboo house gave him a sense of familiarity and a place to return to.

The clouds and mist gradually dissipated, revealing a long-lasting stone carving on the top of the mountain, with the word "No Name" inscribed with force.

The young man climbed a protruding rock on the cliff and jumped to the square inch of the top of the mountain.

Haidongqing then circled around and landed steadily on the edge of the stone carving, as if waiting for a long time.

The young man leaned against the stele, the sea of ​​clouds reunited, his eyes were full of confusion, the young man blinked and smiled, but it was meaningless and lonely.

The top of the mountain was lonely and cold, he looked around, picked up a broken branch on the ground, imitated the writing on the stele, and scratched the word "Sheng" on the snow, unexpectedly showing a bit of romantic brushwork similar to the shape on the stele.

Many years ago, his mother told him that she named him "Sheng", which means "Bright and bright, the road is safe".When I was running around looking for a job at the border for a while, my mother said that he was her sunshine.He still remembered that he held his mother's hand in one hand and a candied haws in the other. He swallowed the sweet and sour in his mouth when he heard this, and immediately retorted: He is not the sun, he is just the light in the air that rises with the sun. It's just dust, rising with the sun, chasing the sun and going away.Mother is the sun, mother gives him the sweetest warmth...

The snow under the stele was gradually disappearing, and the young man's pen kept dancing, writing the same word, maybe it was because of too much force, the branch broke with a "click".

The young man was taken aback, and suddenly felt something was wrong. He noticed that the texture was different. The underground he was in was not dense mountain mud, but a harder material.

Feeling puzzled, the young man dropped the branch in his hand, and used his hands to push away the snow and dust on both sides. He saw a stone core similar in size to the stele extending from the bottom of the stele. What surprised him even more was that the lines on it looked like The unevenness of the wind erosion actually reveals the order of the typesetting of the text.

The more surprised he was, the young man leaned down and looked at the writing on it carefully, some places seemed to be worn away, making it unclear:

"...The clan has risen, but Yan's power is endangered and weak... There is Zisheng, who is still unknown, and has to peep into the sky—"

The young man's gaze paused, and he felt a chill on his back, his heart beating violently, but he couldn't stop the curiosity in his heart from spreading, and looked down:

"From then on, I will stir up the situation in the world, play tricks on people's hearts, and I will not speak again...Because the sins of the previous life have not been resolved, and the killings in this life are heavy, and I have already provoked the wrath of the heavens...The limit of life expectancy is only twenty-seven. In the past seven years, my eyes have gradually become blurred. , until blindness, obstruction of meridians, difficulty in speaking, loss of blood energy, black hair turning gray... the death is bleeding from the seven orifices, and birds and beasts eat it..."

The young man stared at the words closely, checked them repeatedly, his heart was shaken, and he felt unspeakably sad, and sat on the ground slumped, panicked and confused.

The sea of ​​clouds is vague and uncertain, surrounding the young man, in the dense atmosphere, the young man only feels that it is drifting rootless water, the far away unreturned people, as if his own big dream is floating, and it is difficult to see the way ahead, a vast expanse.

At this moment, the sound of the flute suddenly sounded, long and long, as if it came from a distant mountain.

The young man panicked for a moment, and realized that the continuous and gentle sound of the flute was not his auditory hallucination.Having not seen anyone for many years, he quickly got up and looked around, searching for a slender white figure behind a cedar tree.

The young man approached quietly, not daring to disturb him.He has lived in seclusion here for eight years, except for the bamboo dock, he has never found any traces of people here.

He rubbed his eyes again, to make sure it wasn't an illusion of his haste. In the white mist, there was indeed a tall white figure. A certain immortal king from heaven, has he really fallen into a dream?

The sound of the flute stopped suddenly at this moment.

Bai Yi turned around, and the young man looked straight at the past.The man wore a bamboo woven hat on his head, so when he was facing each other from the front, it was a little more lively than from the back, but his pale face seemed to be covered with a layer of mountain mist, through the brim of the hat, his calm eyes were looking straight Intersect with him.

The young man swallowed and said timidly, "Excuse me, may I ask who you are?"

The voice of the young man who hadn't spoken for a long time was hoarse, like an old beast that had been sleeping for many years, with an old and deep voice that didn't match his age.

Bai Yi remained silent.

The young man felt that his question might be too offensive, so he asked, "Are you, are you my savior and benefactor?"

Still no response.

The young man knew that he might be silent, but he still didn't give up. He asked, "Have you met me, my mother?"

The expected silence did not come, Bai Yi's expression moved slightly, and he replied calmly: "Your mother lost her life eight years ago, in exchange for your life."

Bai Yi looked at the young man with red eyes and said nothing.

The young man was silent, with lowered eyebrows and eyes, suppressing certain emotions, and changed the subject: "Is, is, what is written on that stone true?"

The white clothes remained silent, and after a while he said: "Fate has changed a thousand times, and fate will follow. Believe it or not, what's the difference?"

The young man hung his head, not knowing how to respond.

"Snapped!"

An old scroll was suddenly thrown over and landed at the young man's feet.

The young man didn't pick it up, but raised his head blankly.

The figure in white didn't move, just said: "This is the map of the route out of the mountain, you can go."

The young man leaned over to pick it up, and when he looked up, he found that the place where the white clothes were standing just now was empty, only the worn scroll in his hand reminded him that just now was not an empty dream.

A ruthless blood light suddenly spread into his eyes, the young man tightly held the scroll in his hand, and shouted towards the mountain: "Since your Excellency knows, knows the truth, why bother to play tricks and trap me until now?"

The young man knelt down and beat his chest several times with all his might, before turning back calmly from the real pain.

Dazedness appeared in his eyes, shining brightly.

He has rarely shown the bewilderment he was eight years ago. During these eight years, he has learned how to help himself, how to survive, how to find the interesting difference in the sameness day after day, and how to live in the desert. Carry out spiritual communication with wolves, birds and beasts in the environment.

He thought he was strong enough to live alone in this mountain until now, and he could use everything he had learned to cover up his nightmares that occasionally flashed back in the middle of the night.But this cover was finally broken under the assertion. This return of incompetence and cowardice is like the fragility that annoyed him even if no one witnessed it when he just arrived at this unknown mountain.

For eight years, the young man wanted to get out of this barren mountain all the time. Now that he has a way out, he just feels desperate and has nothing to rely on.

Life is limited, the future is abyss, and the way out is nothingness, so where can he go?

The lower reaches of the Jin River are swaying, and a ferry is docked and moored.

Passengers loaded their luggage and luggage and got off the boat to rush to the city gate. They slipped down from the cabin and followed the crowd into a cloud of gray shadows. The merchants passing by frowned and covered their mouths and noses. I didn't bother to pursue it, I just hoped that he would go away as soon as possible, so as not to suffer more bad luck.

There were three or four soldiers outside the imperial capital guarding and checking the gate, but the dark clouds were all over the sky, which seemed to be raining, which made these people feel irritable, for fear of hitting a heavy rainy day before changing shifts at night.

"My lord, I want to ask you, you, one thing."

A bright and youthful voice interrupted the guard's gaze. Looking back, the guard saw a man with shabby clothes and a dirty face squeezed out of the crowd.He has guarded the city for many years, and he has naturally seen many beggars who tried to come to the bustling place of the Imperial Capital to fish for food and leftovers. He understood it, frowned, and said, "What?"

The man said: "May I ask you, do you know what happened to Tan County in the east? Why is there no one left?"

"Tan County?" The guard was taken aback, and he still had to respond to where he said the place was, "You came from Tan County, why didn't you ask the guards in the nearby city?"

"I have asked and passed, but I don't know the answer, I know..."

"Then I don't even know," the guard said with a little impatience in his heart, "Tan County has reached the extreme east, how can I, a guard of the Imperial Capital, know... Besides, as far as I know, the place in Tan County is on the verge of Shanze, there is no one in a small county, it is nothing more than moving to another place, what is there to study..."

"...Thank you, thank you, sir."

The guard glanced sideways at the ragged figure that was going away, and murmured to himself in a low voice: "Now this beggar has come here from so far in order to beg for more money..."

The city of the imperial capital was bustling and commotion, with endless shouts.

"Sugar-coated haws--"

A red figure broke into the bustling crowd, like a flowing fire.

"Get out of the way!" A girl in red narrow-sleeved riding clothes and a soft whip sprinted through the crowd on the street. The candied haws vendor on the road was pushed to the ground without noticing it for a while.

"Hey, you little girl—" The peddler looked at the scattered candied haws on the road with an angry face, but he couldn't find the girl just now.

Just as they were about to pick it up, a group of guards dressed in black clothes swept past the road, and several candied haws were crushed under the trample.

"You guys! Outflank this path! Block it at the end of the alley! You go to the city gate!" The head of the guards instructed, "Don't conflict with the second lady!"

So the guards were divided into several groups and dispersed, attracting the attention of passers-by in the streets.

"Ah!" The peddler sighed helplessly, and bent over to pick up the remaining candied haws on the ground.

A beggar on the side of the road also came to pick up candied haws. The peddler just thought he wanted to drop by to eat a few, so he didn't care. He just picked up the straw target and the remaining few bunches, and prepared to go back.

"Uncle, this is, it's your candied haws." The beggar caught up with the peddler and offered him some of the ones he picked up.

The beggar was quite tall, so he didn't care much when he was squatting, but the vendor couldn't help but look up at him a few times when he stood up, and said nonchalantly, "If it's dirty, you don't want it, you can throw it away and eat it as you like. "

The beggar's eyes were full of gratitude: "Thank you, thank you uncle!"

The peddler left without looking back, and the beggar shrank into a corner outside the crowd, gnawing on the candied haws in his hand.

There was another commotion in the distance, and the mighty group of guards returned again.

"Second miss, please spare the little one, the villain also obeys orders." The head of the guard who was still bossing around in the team just now cried to the girl in red beside him with a wrinkled yellow face.

"Hmph," the girl in red said disdainfully, "You listen to my father's orders, why don't you listen to mine? Who is the master? I want to see today, who dares to stop me!"

The yellow-faced guard gave a wink to the people behind him, and the rest of the guards understood, and surrounded the street next to the wall, blocking the sight of passers-by from time to time.

The girl in red stood still against the wall, untied the soft leather whip wrapped around her waist, her beautiful eyes were wide open with a threatening look on her face.

Several guards were also helpless, basking in the sun.The head of the yellow-faced guard stomped on the spot and sighed, as if waiting for someone.

"Oh? Then do you still listen to my words?" Out of the crowd came out a young man in a brocade robe with indigo cloud pattern, who described him as gentle and handsome, but steady and dignified at a young age.

"Brother," the girl in red frowned, dissatisfied, "I'm already an adult, why don't you let me go out of the house? You didn't bother me when I went out..."

Young Master Jinpao said seriously: "Xin'er, just because you are old enough, how can you still be as stubborn as before?"

"Of course I know what you are thinking, lock me in the room, and then send me out?"

"I don't!" The girl in red raised her voice, "I will never compromise on this matter!"

The streets were crowded with people, and the passers-by knew that the brothers and sisters were either rich or noble, so they didn't dare to stay longer, and they all took a detour.But I couldn't bear to see the strangeness in my heart, and I still looked back curiously from time to time.

The young man in brocade robe looked more and more serious, but the girl in red didn't seem to see the embarrassment of the situation in front of her. Seeing that he still didn't intend to withdraw the guards, she pulled up a beggar by the wall regardless, and said loudly: "Today I will Let me tell you! Even if I run away with this beggar today, you will never interfere in my affairs!"

"Nonsense!" Hearing these words, the gentle man in green robe couldn't help but get angry. He was a little embarrassed because of the attention of his family in the public. Considering the inconvenience of being on the street, he gave the girl a look, turned and left angrily.

Several attendants also went back, and the girl in red was still angry, panting, and stopped leaning against the wall with her arms folded.

The few candied haws in the hands of the beggar who was pulled up just now also fell to the ground because of the drag just now. The crystal candy was dimmed due to dust, leaving only dirt and red.

The beggar leaned over to put the candied haws in his pocket, and the girl in red came back to her senses, and looked at the beggar beside her. The momentary urgency suddenly turned into shame at this moment, and she casually threw two liang of silver on the ground. Ready to walk away.

"girl!"

The girl in red stopped, turned around and saw that the beggar picked up the silver she had thrown, handed it to her, and said, "Girl, you, your silver has been lost."

The girl in red raised her eyebrows in surprise, and looked at the beggar-looking young man in front of her. She thought she was just a beggar, but now she met those eyes but hesitated. What kind of eyes are they?

It is clear and captivating, and the heroic spirit bursts out.

She is used to seeing pairs of dirty and old-fashioned yellow eyes, square blue eyes, or bloodshot red eyes among the rich and powerful in the imperial capital, but she has never seen such clear and bright eyes, which seem to go through the eye sockets , Straight to the heart.

Even if the face is covered with dirt, it is still difficult to hide the natural purity.

The girl in red couldn't help but feel ashamed for her reckless behavior just now, and said apologetically, "The little girl was indeed rude just now, and these few taels of silver are used as compensation for the young master's turnover."

The young man nodded, showing a warm smile: "Young lady, there is no need to apologize. I am not begging for food along the street. I just came from another city and have no place to stay."

The girl in red saw that although his clothes were dirty and his speech was slurred, he was gentle and polite, and she couldn't help but feel good about him: "These few taels of silver are enough for you to temporarily settle down in the guest house."

"Thank you, aunt, for your kindness." The young man didn't let go of his silver hand, "I'm just coming down, I'm here to find someone, I don't plan to stay forever."

"Who are you looking for?" The girl raised her interest.

The young man's expression darkened, and he said: "I'm looking for a relative, I just don't know where he, his family lives, what, what's his name."

The girl showed helplessness: "Then how do you find it?"

"I only know him, he is an important person in the court, and he has the word 'Zhi' in the middle of his name and surname," the young man stretched out his fingertips and drew three times in the air out of thin air, explaining which word it was, and said, "Girls, bearing super-luxury, for a person who is not vulgar, dare to ask, ask the girl if, if she understands."

The young man looked at her quietly, only to see that the girl in front of her had a strange look after a little thought, and said to him with hesitation: "From what I know, the imperial court name with 'zhi' There is only one member...the censor doctor Xie Zhixie, but...only he...has passed away a few months ago."

The young man stared at the girl in front of him in disbelief, and said in disbelief, "D-seriously? Why, why?"

The confusion of the young man in front of her also made the girl turn her eyes away unbearably, she said in a muffled voice: "I don't know the reason, you can try to ask at the prime minister's mansion, the current prime minister is Mr Xie's former student Jian Dong Great friend Tan, maybe he can help you find the answer."

The young man was still silent, and walked slowly towards the flow of people on the street.

He has been wandering for many days, and every time he looks at the noisy and bustling streets, he feels both familiar and curious. For the first time, this bustling capital makes him feel that he has returned to the world, back to the depths of long but beautiful memories, only his mother is not there, The disappearance of his father became a constant source of grief.He had already lost his mother, and God seemed to be ready to play another joke on him unsparingly.

The girl shouted from behind: "Go straight along the street from here and the first mansion is the prime minister's mansion!"

Looking at the back of the young man alone, she felt regret and regret suddenly for some reason, and even wanted to step forward to stop him immediately, but what she blurted out was still leading him to the opposite road.

She had seen the bright eyes getting grayer day by day, and only had a trace of hope that he would not repeat the mistakes of others because of her words.

The girl in red turned around and entered a restaurant. The woman at the door saw her early and said with a smile, "Come in quickly, it's going to rain..."

She stretched out her hand to take the thing that the woman handed over and covered her face, the smell of makeup, powder and wine from the building made her forget all kinds of worries and worries.

The voice of the girl in red was still lightly imprinted in the young man's mind. At this moment, a long-lost drifting feeling permeated the young man's heart, like cold rain, penetrating into every pore of the body.

The young man raised his head blankly and looked at the sky.

It actually rained.

Looking at the increasingly wet and heavy rain, the guards of Xiang's mansion couldn't help feeling irritable, and wiped the raindrops that fell off the skirt of his clothes.

Amidst the smoky rain, a gray-clothed figure flashed in the middle of the gate. The guards looked at his face, which was blurred in the rain, and determined that he was not a regular visitor to the Xiangfu, so he stopped paying attention.

In a blink of an eye, the gray shadow appeared in front of his eyes, and he looked at him with stern eyes: "I want, I want, I want to find Mr. Xiang."

The guard was stunned by his eyes for a moment, but he also turned back to his senses: "Go, go, where are you dumb! How can you see the prime minister at will!"

The guard squinted at the young man, saw that he had pulled off his coat, turned over a patch on the back, handed it to him, and said earnestly: "I am the relative and relative of Xie Zhi, the doctor of the imperial history, and I am here to ask, to see you Mr. Xiang, Ma, I would like to trouble the official to deliver the message for you."

The guard looked at the clothes that smelled more and more rotten after the rain, and waved his hands in disgust: "Get lost! Where did this beggar come from! Mr. Xie just passed away, where did you, a poor relative, come from!"

After finishing speaking, the guard pushed him outside the eaves, and the cold rain poured down.

Another thunderclap.

The young man faced the main entrance of the prime minister's mansion, knelt on his knees, and held a gray coat in his hands.The upper body was naked, exposing lean and tough muscles and bones, and the heavy rain washed through, making her pale as cold.

The sound of rain falling, thunder and lightning.

The more clanging heavy rain set off against the dark sky, the bayonet-like icy water cut the young man's bone skin, and the dirt and mess from his body faded away, leaving only a pair of darker eyes under wet greasy hair.

The young man stared straight at the door without moving his eyes.Under this gloomy and cold sky, like a lone wolf with flashing eyes, cold and dangerous.

The guard felt a burst of cold air attacking him, shivered, and couldn't help but gather up his outer shirt.

The young guard next to him approached him and said in a low voice: "Master, why don't we go in and make an announcement. If he kneels until the rain stops, it will inevitably make the nearby people laugh at him and humiliate Xiangye Qingyu. If he dies here , and also got bad luck for no reason... It is expected that a beggar would not have the courage to pretend to be a relative of an important official of the imperial court."

The guard nodded impatiently: "Okay, I'll go."

In the gloom and rain, the upper body of the young man has been rubbed numb by the icy rain.He looked forward stiffly, only to see the door open with a "bang", which was a bit louder than the thunder.

A dark red floated in front of his eyes, the young man was in a daze, and suddenly he saw the sun again.

The black oil-paper umbrella covered the roar of the god above, and he seemed to hear an old inquiry:

"who are you?"

who am I?

I am a child who wanders with his mother among the barbarians.

who am I?

I am an orphan on a nameless mountain with nowhere to go.

who am I?

I am an outcast with a fixed number of days and a limited lifespan.

who am I?

I am a beggar in exile in the country of Yan.

who am I?

I am... Sheng...?

There was a pause.

The young man leaned over and kowtowed, his eyes glimpsed the smoke and dust dancing with the light at the bottom of the steps, but at this moment it has been suppressed by the insolent rain demon, and he was powerlessly subdued in the earth pit at the corner of the steps.

The young man murmured a few words, and then fell to the ground under a sense of dizziness.

"My surname is Fu, and my name is Chen. Fu Chen."