"The mountains...there are so many jackals in the mountains. The prince is worried when he walks. After he gets dry firewood and sells wine, he puts it next to his father's room..."

The crisp mountain songs echo invisibly and invisibly, the rising sea of ​​clouds on the mountainside.

The mountains are winding, stretching for dozens of miles, like a Buddha lying across the green forest, and the birds passing through the sky, falling down in the sunset of the west, an old pine on Dufeng, combing their feathers, hearing the song from afar, blinking the bird's eyes and looking down below.

The winding mountain road, and the sound of footsteps came over. After a moment, a young man passed through the surging clouds.

"Jiangwolf... The elder brother fetches firewood and exchanges money for wine. I will be filial to my father and ask for my pen and ink. Don't let me go and kill me. I will buy meat in the next day to pay filial piety to you..."

The young man walking towards him had a clear outline. Two bundles of dry firewood were tied on his back, and a hanging mountain rabbit was struggling around his waist. The young man was singing a mountain song, looking around from time to time. Seeing the old pine welcoming there, he slowly passed by, bowed respectfully to the old tree before continuing to move forward.

"The villagers said that this old pine has a spirit. Those who go up the mountain must worship it... they don't know whether it is true or not."

The young man was fourteen or fifteen years old, with beautiful eyebrows and eyes, but his cheeks had thin cocoons blown by the wind, and his clothes were coarse cloth, and his lower body was pants that were barely reaching his calves. There were several patches. He carried two bundles of dry firewood, which were almost taller than him. He had difficulty passing the road down the mountain.

After walking a certain period of time, his route suddenly changed, and he walked to the trees with red lines nearby, extending all the way. There were many trees with red lines hanging in this way. It was not until a mountain wall that the boy stopped.

He took off the struggling rabbit on his waist and touched the rabbit's hair: "You are so cute, so let's accompany me as my master. He is full of wine and food, maybe he will be happy and accept me as his disciple."

As he said that, he put the mountain rabbit in his hand under a large green rock in front of the mountain wall in front of him, and respectfully bowed to the stone. Then he left, followed the way he came, returned to the previous road, and turned around at a turn, and the obscured vision spreads in front of him. It was a scene of a village that appeared in front of him.

A stream flowing down from the mountain crosses the front of the village like a white belt. The muddy path under the boy's feet extends straight, with fields and vegetable fields on both sides. It crosses the end of the wooden bridge. The village is surrounded by fences to guard against jackals, tigers and leopards in the mountains.

"Liangsheng, you are so diligent recently, your father promised to buy you a pen?"

".....You want to take the No. 1 pick."

Far away, before entering the village entrance, the old man sitting on the stone there smoking a dry tobacco greeted the young man who had just come out of the mountain. The old man's surname is Lu. Most of the people in the village have this surname, who are related to relatives. According to seniority, the young man named Lu Liangsheng must call the old man: "Taigong."

When it comes to buying pens, Liangsheng has always been looking forward to it. Since he became sensible, he has particularly liked writing and painting. In this day, pen and ink are the things of scholars. Even if poor people buy them, they can't afford to consume the ink, let alone not knowing a few big words. It's better to let go to the city and ask someone to write more practically.

The boy's home is in the middle of the village, with the wall of the fence, which is only as high as the waist of a person. When he walked into the yard, the woman with a few clothes hanging there turned her head and looked at the little girl who was feeding a hen, and shouted: "A sister, go and help your brother."

"Haole."

Under the eaves, the girl with small braids clapped her hands and stood up and ran over, smiling and said, "Brother, I'm saying you're saving money for marrying a wife, aren't you?"

The girl is about ten years old and is named Lu Xiaoxian. The people in the mountains are not that cute. She helps put two bundles of firewood on the ground. Two or three blood marks are scratched out of the dark skin on her arms, and she doesn't care.

"Hehe, I'm saving money for buying a pen... It's enough to spend a few less."

Lu Liangsheng rubbed his sister's head and dragged the dry firewood on the ground to a corner of the house to pile it up. The girl who helped her bulge her cheeks, shook her two small braids, and ran to the woman who was hanging clothes there.

"Mom, brother doesn't want to find a wife, our family is going to be cut off."

"The girl's house, how can you say that?" Li Jinhua held a wooden stick and hit the unfolded clothes. While her tone was stern, she glared at Lu Liangsheng there: "Your father knows, he must break your legs, and he is still thinking about buying a pen."

Liangsheng didn't refute, but just looked at the woman and laughed. Not long after, Lu Laoshi, who was working outside, came back with a hoe and saw his son glaring. He probably heard his wife's words from afar before he even entered the house.

He was a gentle man and couldn't get angry. He walked into the house and put his hoe down: "Liangsheng, we are just suffering. If you want to buy a pen, you have to learn to read first."

"I know it."

"You know how to tell!" The woman over there became louder voice: "Save more money, prepare a bride price, find a matchmaker, and get your marriage done. This is the important thing!"

Seeing his brother being yelled, Lu Xiaoxian covered his mouth and laughed secretly, then went over and patted his brother's arm, feeling gloating like "Brother, you can't fulfill your wish."

Such scenes are basically present every day. Lu Liangsheng has almost become accustomed to his pursuit and has never given up on his pursuit. If he can read and have a pen, he really wants to read.

What's more, a few days ago, when I went up the mountain to collect firewood, I saw a ball of purple air descending from the sky into the mountains from afar.

I heard from the father of Ergouzi's cousin next door, "There are masters in this world, and what they do are bigger than the official family." He is the only person in the village who has entered a big city like Hegu County.

Although I don’t know whether it is true or not, Lu Liangsheng followed the direction of the purple air descending and found the huge rock that had put down the rabbit today. There were obvious signs of movement on the stone. Maybe there was really a master here.

"A master should be able to read and read, right? If he can accept me as his apprentice and learn to write, he can set up a stall in the city in the future, which is considered a lifestyle."

After such thoughts, Lu Liangsheng went up the mountain to collect firewood, sometimes he would take it when he caught prey and put it there. If not, he would save his food. Without exception, the food that was placed there as a ceremony for apprenticeship disappeared, and there was no trace of any beasts around him.

This further strengthened the idea of ​​having a cave inside and becoming a disciple.

After dinner, it was already dark and the cold moonlight shone down. Lu Liangsheng broke a wooden branch and wrote and painted on the ground. His sister was right beside him, holding her chin and staring at the moon in a daze, occasionally looking at what her brother wrote.

"Brother, what are you writing?"

"I don't know either... I don't know... I don't know if it's written on the broken door plaque, reading the temple or something... I don't know."

"But it looks very good, just the same as the words on the door plaque."

"What's the use of looking good, but I don't know it."

The characters drawn on the ground were actually the word "God". Lu Liangsheng rubbed his feet a few times and swept it away. He drew a little tiger with teeth and claws at the original position. The character "Wang" on the forehead was majestic, but his big eyes were silly, which made the sister beside him clapped excitedly.

"Brother is so awesome. Is it good to draw one more, and Is it good to draw another one..."

"Okay, I'll draw another bird for you and look at it!"

The brother and sister sat under the eaves, writing and painting on the ground in the moonlight. Li Jinhua, who was sitting on the stool at the door, woven baskets. In the room, Lu Laoshi, who had been working for a day, had already snored, and the sound of playing and laughing with the brother and sister was melting into the warmth in the night.

As time goes by, the night goes deeper, and occasionally a few dog barkings come from the village. When the wind blows, the black clouds wandering in the sky gradually obscures half of the clear moon.

The shadows enveloped, and the sound of insects became quiet for a moment.

Lu Liangsheng, who was alone in the room, spoke in his dreams on the bed. His tossing body suddenly trembled as the moment the clear moon was blocked. His consciousness gradually disappeared, and his forehead covered with cold sweats appeared.

It was like an hallucination, faintly, a thin palm stretched out from the sky and grabbed it towards him. The sounds of men, women, elderly people, and children were heard in his ears.

"land……

good……

born……"

In the darkness, Lu Liangsheng shouted "Ah" and sat up suddenly, his face covered in sweat. He turned his face and the window lattice was open, and the sky in the east was white.

My mother had already gotten up early and was busy in the stove. The movements from him made him feel at ease.

"What's going on...I remember the window was closed."

I got out of bed, put on the shoes with my toes exposed, pushed open the door and went out, checked inside and outside the window, but found nothing.

"Maybe it was for me when my mother got up..."

Lu Liangsheng took a look and the smoke from the cooking stove was floating out of the stove. Just as he was thinking, his eyes turned away and his body suddenly stiffened. On the ground, where he drew his sister yesterday, there were human footprints, to be precise, men's footprints, because women's footprints would not be so big.

Someone has been here...

...The direction facing is still in my room... My window is still open...

...In other words, someone is staring at me at night??

...That dream last night.

When I recalled it in series, Lu Liangsheng's back seemed to have an ant crawling over, bursting out a layer of cold sweat. He endured his uneasiness and went forward to identify the footprints. He suddenly found that the footprints were not far away, and the soil outlined a picture of large rocks piled up on the mountain wall, and a mountain rabbit was placed there.

"It's that huge rock..."
Chapter completed!