Wuji Mountain Range, also known as Wuji Xu, is the first sacred mountain and the ancestor of thousands of mountains.
In today's Wuji Mountain Range, the chilly north wind with small snow grains hits us head-on, and it hurts like countless broken needles. The violent north wind rolls dense snow flakes and hits us directly.
The wind rolled the snowflakes, roaring and roaring on countless sword blades.
Thousands of people gradually gathered together, some in black robes, some in gold armor, and many strange shapes and colors.
The crowd was silent, but all of them looked at the sky with eyes like torches and nervous expressions.
"Is everyone here?" The silence made a noise in the crowd. A wrinkled middle-aged man with a mature face was as solemn as the earth. He was dressed in dark armor. The shoulder protector on the armor was sharp and upwarped. He held a huge black axe with an earth breaking sharpness.
"We are all here. We can start." Said an old man in a white robe.
The middle-aged man waved the huge axe in his hand and chopped it into the sky with thunderous roar.
The crowd began to heat up, and each person's mouth was chanting different spells. Dark clouds appeared in the sky and the sky was connected. It was chaotic. It was already unclear whether it was day or night.
The air waves of thousands of people spread into the sky like water waves, and each collision will have countless violent roars. The cold wind whistled sharply, blowing the snow on the snow mountain into huge dragons, rolling against the snow. The storm is furious, like a million lions roaring and galloping.
At this moment, a crack appeared in the sky. The crack was thousands of meters long and hundreds of meters wide, and the crowd suddenly became completely silent.
The buildings began to emerge vaguely from the cracks, and the halls and pavilions were exposed with green lights. There were open front pavilions, winding corridors, painted carvings, and quaint courtyards. The crack was accompanied by endless thunder and lightning pouring down from the billowing clouds.
"Go!" The middle-aged man roared, jumped up and flew to the crack in the sky.
Time does not allow people to think much about it. A gust of wind came, and thunder and lightning were thrown from the top of the head. In a moment, countless figures began to fly from the ground, as if that crack had infinite magic.
Endless thunder and lightning strike the figure in the sky, and the air is filled with a strong smell of burning.
Endless thunder and lightning rolled in the air, and a thick column of thunder and lightning hit the body of one of the young people. The young man had no time to dodge. It was so strong that he could get close to the column of thunder. The column of thunder dissipated, and the young man turned into blood and floated in the air.
The cracks in the sky seem really angry. The white clouds around them keep rolling and turning black until the clouds become dark. Lightning, which is even wider than before, appears in the air in a moment, and then combines into a huge thunder, splitting the crowd.
At this moment, a man is holding a staff carved with complex runes. With both fingers of his right hand, he makes fingerprints on the staff. A white light crown appears around the staff. Even the air seems to be shaking. The whole world starts to turn black and white, as if the staff is absorbing countless vitality. Suddenly, the staff becomes huge. A vortex appears at the head of the staff, facing the powerful sky thunder and breathing it in, The extremely powerful thunder disappeared.
However, the cracks in the sky have changed, and countless spirits have poured out from them, surrounding the accompanying endless thunder and lightning.
The people began to become illusory and ethereal, just like a fairy. They flew straight to the crack without looking back along the lightning.
In an instant, the crack disappeared directly, and the sky was quiet, as if nothing had happened here. A red sun rose from the east, the sky was red, and the east seemed to be on fire.
After the fierce power of the clouds, the white hot sun only left a shallow red fog.
At this time, a figure appeared in the air and fell into the infinite mountains with the snowflakes.
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After endless years
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Xiemamiao Village.
The story starts from this small Xiemamiao Village.
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A cry.
The son of the Jiang family at the end of the village was born.
A flash of lightning broke the whole sky, followed by an earth shaking thunder, which seemed to tear the whole sky apart.
The shapes and colors of people on the road are different. There are three or five people in a sparse pile burning Yuanbao wax paper on the roadside. It is still sunny in the morning.
In the afternoon, the sky became gloomy as if we had gambled with someone. The gray sky outlined people's increasingly haggard faces. The streets were filled with sadness and death. It was the Mid Yuan Festival, also known as the Ghost Festival.
In the small adobe house, the roof is like an iron pot, which is tightly buckled on the head, making people breathless.
Three men and women surrounded a somewhat shabby wooden bed on which lay the woman who had just given birth.
At this time, the woman looked very tired, and her forehead was still sweating.
The three people around the wooden bed looked very heavy instead of happy about the birth of the child.
The man on one side rubbed his hands and hurried back and forth, as if standing on a red hot iron plate.
The baby in the man's hand, his lips scorched, his face flushed, and his hands on his chest gasped violently.
The lips kept cracking with thirst, and the blood came out in a first-class way, forming dry scabs in the same place. The pale face was now as red as raw beef, the eyes were newly woven with red silk, and the belly was as fat as a frog.
The old man in the middle of the two, who was thin and weak like a thin ginseng, turned over the thick old book in his hand, looked at it while murmuring, and his right hand was counting back and forth with the words.
"Pa" shut the heavy old book.
The old man frowned one word at a time and spoke slowly, as if one word was heavy.
"The God comes to God, and all kinds of devils send people away, and life conquers all things. He is regarded as the most ominous master. If he had not died early, he would have caused endless harm to those around him, so he must be sent away as soon as possible!"
The middle-aged man beside him shook and looked very nervous. The middle-aged man was two heads taller than the old man. He was tall and burly, with broad shoulders, thin waist, and fanned chest. He sat down like a mountain and stood up like a tower.
"Then, can the salamander save his life?"
When the man finished speaking, he turned his head and looked at a pot of colorful flowers on the wooden table beside him.
The color of the petals is very bright, and it is strangely bright red. It seems that there is blood flowing in the petals. The stamen in the middle of the flower is a small black round bead, which is shiny black. In the dark room, it flickers with a little candle light.
The middle-aged man was very worried and began to speak haltingly.
The old man pushed the eye socket of his nose and looked at a potted flower on the wooden table not far away. It looked really strange. The bright red flower also dripped some blood red liquid from time to time, as if it was bleeding.
"If we can save him, we can only save him for a while, but we can't keep him alive. Let's do our best. After all, we can eat the only salamander in the world. How far we can go depends on his own fate." The old man shook his head after saying that.
As soon as the middle-aged man heard what the old man said, he immediately ran to the wooden table not far away, pulled down the flower of the salamander, put it in his mouth, and chewed it vigorously.
Then he walked to the baby in the swaddling clothes, gently picked up the baby, and fed the baby with his mouth with the chewy bits of salamanders. The baby coughed a few times and swallowed the flower meat of salamanders.
The middle-aged man put the child beside the sleeping woman, picked up the water ladle and gargled.
The old man looked out of the window and saw that the night was gradually brightening. A few families not far away also had smoke curling up from the kitchen. The smoke curled up on the roof of the farmhouse and disappeared after it dissipated in the sunny sky.
"Take a name. It's time to send him away." The old man said to the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man thought, his heart seemed to be sealed by a piece of adhesive tape and could not rotate. The brain is like a clock with a broken spring, which stops walking, and then at a glance, there is only a stem of fire salamander.
"Sometimes flowers bloom, and we meet again indefinitely."
"Jiang Wuqi"
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The sky has gradually brightened. The morning sky, which is slightly bright in the morning, lightly dyed the morning fog into goose yellow, hazy over the distant fields. Three figures appeared at the village entrance of Xiemamiao Village, where an old style Santana was parked.
The old man still held Jiang Wuqi, who was still sleeping, and motioned to the Santana that the husband and wife were sitting in front of him. With the roaring exhaust of the old cars, it gradually disappeared in the foggy village in the morning.
The husband and wife didn't say much. They just looked at the child in the old man's arms before getting on the bus. There was no redundant expression on their faces. On the surface, they were numb and cold.
In the car, the woman said to the man.
"I think he can live well."
The woman looked like she was in her early thirties, with a square face, pointed chin, round small eyes, thin lips. Although she was wearing old clothes and trousers, she was cut properly, washed and patched neatly, and her whole body still exuded maternal kindness.
The middle-aged man was expressionless, and his face was obviously numb.
"The next thing, our success or not, is related to his life and death. Do our things well, and the rest will depend on him."
The woman did not make a sound after hearing this, but hung her head silently.
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The old man did not stop for a moment. He walked alone through the fields, passing through two or three villages, and found a bus to the city.
The bus was teetering on the muddy road. Jiang in the old man's arms was still sleeping soundly for a long time, and two dimples could be vaguely seen on his childish face. After several times of tossing and turning, it has become a new city hundreds of kilometers away from Xiemamiao Village.
As soon as the car stopped, the old man got off the car in a hurry, like an obvious destination, step by step.
It has been two hours since I got off the bus, and the old man has come to the outside of a three story courtyard building. There is a huge signboard on the floor, which says "New City Welfare Home".
The old man knocked at the rusty iron door outside the welfare home of the new town.
The rusty iron door was opened with a harsh sound.
A middle-aged woman, with freckles all over her face and even on her arms, was walking towards me. I couldn't tell how old she was.
The old man and the middle-aged woman looked at each other, but neither of them spoke, as if they had seen someone they could not know more.
The old man handed Jiang Wuji in his arms to the middle-aged woman, who looked a little flustered and gently took over Jiang Wuji, who was still in her infancy.
"This is?!" The middle-aged woman seemed to have a rabbit in her arms. Her heart was trembling and she kept jumping and looking at the old man in front of her.
The old man did not speak, but nodded.
The middle-aged woman closed the big iron door at once, and then hurried into the courtyard, as if afraid of being seen.
The old man turned around and left the welfare home in a hurry.