The mountain ghost blows out the lights

Yan Jinping came under the tree and touched Jianmu's rough bark with his fingers.

Being so close, the sound of the wind, the grumbling of the grieving ghost, the sound of friction with the ground... all disappeared, as if they had never existed in this world.

There was only silence around Jianmu.

Yan Jinping's fingers are very long, although they can't be considered slender, they can't be called thick either.The bones and flesh are well-proportioned, with a thin layer of skin covering the beautiful finger bones, and the joints are not thick. For a man, it can even be said to be delicate.

It just seemed that because of the low temperature here, his fingertips and joints were slightly red, adding a little color to his pale skin.

Yan Jinping curled up his fingers and tapped the tree trunk twice as a greeting.

"Meet you again," he said. "How have you been?"

If there is no response, Jianmu may not want to talk to him.

Yan Jinping didn't care, he looked up, there was only a blood-red moon in the sky - the sky in this place is always like this, the same color, the moon is dark red and round, hanging in the same place, it never changes, there is no difference between day and night .

I can't see where the top of Jianmu leads. If you look at it from the height, there will be rumors of 'Jianmu reaching the sky', which is not an incomprehensible thing.

It's just that such a tall tree, if someone else came, I really don't know how to climb it without any risk.

Yan Jinping was already prepared, he dug carefully in his sleeve and took out a large bundle of rope.

The rope was just an ordinary hemp rope, not a special magic weapon, but it was quite different in Yan Jinping's hands.

There have always been rumors among the people that a prisoner once took the opportunity to show his skills, threw a long rope into the sky, and was able to make the rope stand vertically without any support, and escaped from prison by climbing the rope; There are also father and son entertainers, the father throws a rope into the air, and the child can follow the rope straight to the heavenly palace, pick flat peaches and come back to please the nobles, and so on.

There are many rumors, but most of them are inseparable from the content that you can reach the sky with a rope.Later generations couldn't see through the truth and thought it was a miracle, but in fact it was a 'rope technique'.

Rope skills have been handed down since ancient times. Most of them refer to the performance of tying the rope horizontally to two pillars, and people wearing exaggerated clothes, standing on the rope precariously and doing many dangerous movements.It looks strange, but in fact this is a kind of juggling, which is not fundamentally different from breathing fire and swallowing knives.

There are also some remote areas that use it to predict good or bad luck-if the juggler can complete all the actions without incident, it is auspicious, on the contrary, if the juggler falls from the rope, it is bad luck, regardless of the prayer Whatever it is, it's best not to do it.

Of course, in fact, there is no evidence in the sense of metaphysics.When everyone invites people to do it, they also choose skilled jugglers. They don't do too complicated movements.

As for the rumored vertical ascension to the sky, strictly speaking, such a technique is a type of magic.

Except for alchemists, there are very few people who know it among ordinary people, and most of them who can really learn it are not often shown in front of people, so it seems rare and novel, and if they show up once in a while, they will be sought after by everyone.

According to the ability of the caster, the length of the rope that can be fixed in the air is also different. As for the one that Yan Jinping is holding...

As long as he is willing, it can become a real ladder to heaven.

Yan Jinping checked and found that the length of the rope was enough, so he grabbed a section of the rope and threw it lightly into the sky.

There was obviously nothing above, and there was nowhere to exert force, but the rope end did not hang down softly as expected.Instead, it stood straight up, as if being grabbed by something, and jumped up suddenly, driving the remaining ropes in Yan Jinping's hand, and kept reducing the length.

The sky was dark and unclear, as if there was a vicious eye in the dark, spying on his every move.

It's just how could Yan Jinping be afraid of such a threat, he slowly let go of the rope in his hand, let it go up by itself, then turned his head and glanced at the moon again.

In fact, there was another old friend here, but Yan Jinping was not familiar with him, and he was already dead, so Yan Jinping didn't mention it.

I don't know how high the top of Jianmu is. Yan Jinping took out a large roll of rope from his arms, and put it until the tip of the tail was still in Yan Jinping's hand, and the rope trembled from top to bottom. , as if finally bumped into something, and stopped in the end.

According to the normal use method, he should climb up the rope directly now.However, this kind of behavior is not elegant on the one hand, and it consumes too much energy on the other.Yan Jinping is not in good health now. He is an old man who can sit but never stand, and can order others but never fights himself.So he only looked up, and then took out from his bosom the Eternal Light Eternal Light that contained the ghost.

The ghost was still working hard on the mill, and the ever-burning lamp silently shone harmlessly. Yan Jinping raised the lamp, shook it slightly, glanced at the rope, and tied the handle of the lamp to the end of the rope.

I feel that it is not firm, and I have tied a dead knot.

Ghosts are ghosts anyway, and once they come into contact with the Yin Qi outside, they know that there are many of their own kind in this place.It was thinking whether Yan Jinping had suddenly changed his mind and wanted to let him go to reincarnation. He looked up from the paper full of expectations, and saw the circle of ghosts not far away.

The ghosts are all hideous and ferocious, and they look much more terrifying than this little ghost.The ghost sighed sadly, buried his head back again, and tried his best to push the millstone in the lamp.

Obviously Yan Jinping just tied the rope, and did not make any other superfluous movements.But after he carefully tied and tied the knot, he couldn't see how the change happened, and the lamp seemed to have turned into a wooden platform.A handle protruded above the platform, and it was tied to a rope, maintaining a stable balance with a completely incomprehensible reason.

Yan Jinping's idea was exactly this.Shi Shiran flicked up the hem of his clothes, and then stood up directly - such a big movement, the platform has not turned over, it is really unreasonable.

The platform slowly rises without any external assistance.

The tree was unexpectedly tall, even though Yan Jinping's platform and ropes were of solid quality, the spells he cast himself would never fail halfway, and the wind blew violently without blowing the platform at all, but when he climbed all the way to the end of the rope, It still took a long time.

The end of the rope is tied to a horizontal and vertical branch. The branch is not long, but it looks very strong-the trunk of Jianmu itself is very huge, and the branches will not be too thin.

This branch has no forks, as if it was specially grown here waiting for someone to climb up. It has a few large leaves. The leaves are oval and emerald green, hiding a small red fruit in the middle.

The fruit is hanging on the only branch of the tree. It is the size that can be grasped by one hand. It is covered by the leaves and only reveals a little bright color. If you don't look for it specially, it will be easily overlooked. past.

The night wind above Jianmu was very strong, blowing the fruit so that it was about to fall off the branch, but it never fell off, which made people somewhat nervous.

Yan Jinping sat on a tree branch, holding the trunk with one hand, and pulled up the rope with the other hand as if drawing water from a well. The ever-burning lamp tied to the end of the rope had returned to its original appearance. He was very afraid of the height, and while pushing the millstone, he glanced out one after another, trembling twice every time he glanced, and made the lights turn on and off from time to time, and kept flickering.

Yan Jinping didn't bother to untie the knot, so he conveniently put the rope and the ever-burning lamp back into his sleeves.

He was already very close to the fruit, almost as far as he could pick it by moving his body a little further, but Yan Jinping didn't move, he just stroked the rough bark twice, and said softly: "...You should have heard it from below."

The night wind blew away his sentences, and his voice was so soft that he could hardly hear it.

The trunk didn't move, but the fruit on the top shook violently again, as if tempting him to pick it.

Yan Jinping didn't try it, he knew what Jianmu meant.

"I can't give it to you for nothing." The voice seemed to come directly from his mind. It seemed male and not female, but it seemed that he was not very old, with a little innocence and high-mindedness unique to children, "If you are really that kind Man, I just shook you off."

Yan Jinping looked down, at the height he was at, he couldn't see the details of the ground at all, the trees and the river had become blurred patches of color, and the ghosts around the roots of the Jianmu tree became a whole The ridiculous circle, the passage he opened up with the flame is still there, the flame has not been extinguished, like a broken full stop that hastily fell down before an article has been written.

"Although my seed is not a precious thing." Jianmu conveyed the meaning, "It takes a hundred years to make one, and it condenses a lot of my strength... I have to exchange it with your memories."

"Okay." Yan Jinping said, "What do you want? Take it yourself."

"I'm very bored here." Jianmu's voice seemed to come from an empty place, with some echoes, "Let me see...see what you least want to think about, the most secret, the least willing How about some memories for others to relieve boredom?"

It seemed to have predicted that Yan Jinping would panic and be very unhappy, waiting for him to refuse, shaking off the branches, and throwing him to the ground.

"I have been aboveboard all my life." Yan Jinping sat on the branch and said with a soft smile, "I have a clear conscience, just look at it."

The spirit of Jianmu let out a cheer like a child, and slid along the place where his fingers touched the bark all the way to the depths of Yan Jinping's spirit.

Yan Jinping gently closed his eyes.