Of Mountains and Rivers

According to Nanshan's confusing interpretation, Chu Huan's understanding of the "shock period" is a period of instability.

In those days, the location of the Liyi Clan was like a seesaw, sometimes it was on this world, and then it was on that world, and when it was shaking in the middle and not touching each other, it was the shock of the little monsters suddenly appearing and leaving collectively It's time.

During these days, the Liyi people sometimes look at flowers in the mist, sometimes in the wilderness, sometimes in Jurassic Park, sometimes in Walden Pond, in short, they are erratic, showing a sense of fear that the world will change.

Among them, the patriarch's scepter and the human bones that silently burned around the settlement have never been extinguished no matter day or night—it is said that the bone is the thigh bone of the gatekeeper.

Chu Huan now feels that those places guarding the gold mines and jade mines are really weak compared to the people of the Liyi tribe who guard the mines.

By this time, Chu Huan was basically immune to the word "gatekeeper", and it is not surprising that any parts that come from them are really so.

Even if someone told him that the gatekeeper had no father or mother and was born through mitosis, he felt that he could accept it.

Of course, Chu Huan, who had little knowledge at this time, didn't know that he had even guessed this right.

But the unattractive patriarchal scepter made Chu Huan puzzled.

After burning for many days in a row, there is no "wood" that is not even an inch short. Is that thing still wood?

Is that fire still a fire?

In order to verify this point, Chu Huan secretly poked the flame on the patriarch's scepter with his hand when no one was paying attention, and a series of tragic blood bubbles were scalded, so he believed the true identity of Huo Miao.

When the vibrations were frequent, the old elder who was hard to find the fairy trail on weekdays also had to come out from time to time. His attitude towards Chu Huan was full of twists and turns. At first, he was defensive, thinking that he had a plan in his heart, so it must not be a good thing , and then disliked him again, suspecting that he had used some rhetoric to confuse the patriarch, so that the patriarch tried to keep him despite all the arguments, and finally heard that he dared to refuse the blood exchange ceremony, the elder finally didn't know him Behavior of any kind outrageous.

Chu Huan poked Nanshan, and whispered to him: "Can I talk to you old man? Every time he looks at me with that look, I feel that 'you are a big fool' flashes in his eyes."

Nan Shan diligently imitated the tongue: "Stupid...silly..."

Chu Huan quickly interrupted: "You don't need to learn this sentence, just take it out of your mind, and forget it quickly."

Nanshan understood—with the deepening of his studies, he now understands more and more things.

Nanshan: "By the way, I've always wanted to ask, how do you usually call your best brother?"

Chu Huan recalled it carefully, combined with his own life experience, and gave him a very down-to-earth answer: "Bitch."

Nanshan memorized it after reading it silently for a few times, and happily called out to Chu Huan: "Bitch!"

Chu Huan: "..."

He thought he was just "average", but he didn't expect the progress bar to drag to the end, and he had become "best" unconsciously. Now the water is hard to recover, he really doesn't know how to correct his mistake, he can only secretly rejoice, Thanks for not saying "grandson" just now.

And the thing that made him vomit silently was still to come - Nanshan, as a qualified patriarch, of course never kept it private, and it didn't take long for him to share what he had learned with other clansmen.

Since then, the "big king" who can be seen from a distance and cannot be played with has become a kind "slut".

Every evening, Miss Chun calls softly and benevolently from a distance: "Bitch—people—eat!"

The children discussed in private, feeling that "brother" should not be called indiscriminately, and it is inconvenient to use the same address as the elders. In order to show special respect, they pioneered and created a word by themselves, called "Brother King".

Every time the clear and crisp child's voice shouted "Bitch King" reverberated in unison in the mountains, it would shake Chu Huan's body.

But this is not easy to stop, because if someone calls him by an honorific title, he can still pretend to be modest and refuse, but others just express intimacy, so can he pretend to be noble and glamorous to keep others from getting close?

This story is probably the so-called "crime for a reason".

And the folk saying "People who are cheap have their own harvest".

In the beginning, during the shaking period, the white mist of unknown composition and the monsters popping up everywhere would only appear once every three or four days, then it became a day or two, and in the end, the Liyi tribe was immersed in the thick fog almost every moment. place.

In the spring, they took out the complete poison sac from the throat of the mad dog Mutai, reinforced it with leather, and let Chu Huan hang it on his waist. At the same time, they gave him a small bottle of detoxified blood.

If you find something wrong with him, poke him with a knife dipped in poison, and then pour a little antidote.

The men are sharpening their weapons and stepping up inspections, while the women are even more busy. They have set up large and small bows and crossbows on the roof trees, and under the guidance of the elders, they have to deal with various corpses and make all kinds of strange things. Weird drug.

Then slaughter the livestock, grind the flour to make cakes...

It's a bit of a feeling that soldiers and horses are moving ahead without food and grass.

The original carefree atmosphere in the clan suddenly changed. The big white stone was no longer used for class. As long as there was no fog, the clansmen would fight there. Even if it went too far, no one held grudges. Sometimes two people beat each other until their eyes were red. After the beating, one of them drank a bowl of wine, and then hooked up again after a while.

Only then did Chu Huan really feel the recovery ability of the Liyi tribe, such as the worst horsewhip. Rumors in the world said that his specialty was counting rather than hands. Chu Huan didn't see the counting specialty, but he saw his skill He is really weak, every time he jumps up and down twice, he will be chopped off by his companions, and he often rolls and crawls down the field crying and crying.

But people cry and cry, and the bleeding of the bone wound stops within 10 minutes, and the scab begins to form in half a day, and it will almost heal in a day or two.

During this period, Chu Huan basically had nothing to do.

Since he could have left in order to send back the lost children of the clan, he was trapped in the clan and couldn't get out, so the little bald-headed father ran to him alone and presented him with a furry Fresh wild boar legs, patted his chest and promised him that as long as he was alive, he would never let the "good bitch" lose a single hair.

"What a slut" was speechless, and forced an ugly smile, which seemed to be his kindness.

On the second day when the entire Liyi tribe began to soak in the thick fog, Chu Huan saw Xiaofang helping Dashan to the patriarch's yard. Something grabbed Dashan's thighs, revealing two bone-deep bruises. The wound, the process of applying the medicine made me shiver with pain.

"Mad Dog"'s special effect brain ointment was applied on his body. Although the medicinal effect was excellent, the process was really not very friendly. Several people held him down, so at least he didn't let the young man roll on the ground.

"Mutai was scratched," Nanshan pressed his knee, "where did he go?"

"Shankou, there is one hiding under the water, but we didn't see it." Xiaofang said, "Oh, by the way, patriarch, there is a message from the gatekeeper."

The gatekeeper's letter is always engraved on the stone in a very retro way, and it will always be an ethereal graffiti. I don't know what channel it came from. Anyway, after entering the shock period, the clan will send people to the mountain pass every now and then. Look, look for stones with engravings on them.

Chu Huan saw a circle drawn in the middle of the stone, surrounded by deep dents, showing some kind of rule, it should be made by hand, anyway, Chu Huan could only read from it that "the glutinous rice balls are filled with black sesame seeds" this one message.

The faces of the Nanshan and clan members were solemn - they didn't know how deep the bond between the two clans would be to achieve such a tacit understanding.

At this time, Chu Huan hadn't figured out how the symbiotic relationship between the mountain guard and the gate guard was, but he thought he was an outsider, so he took a glance and looked away, ready to avoid it, and accidentally hung himself on the branch The little poisonous snake was rescued.

As a result, as soon as he turned around, the little bald-headed father grabbed his shoulders and said firmly, "You bitch, you have to stay."

Chu Huan: "..."

The little bald head's father's real name was "Sturdy Pillar", so Chu Huan decided to call him "Bang Chui" in the future.

Bangchui doesn't study hard at ordinary times, so he didn't say anything for a long time, so he finally had to use his mother tongue: "You are not an outsider."

Chu Huan smiled wryly and thought: "Then I can't be a wife either."

But since people kept their mouths open, he wasn't being hypocritical—anyway, he couldn't quite understand their conversations with all kinds of strange nouns.

"Go and invite the elders," Nanshan held the stone, "see how long it is? Then ask everyone to come and gather, one person from each family, and look after the animals and children."

The elder heard the news and came, but he didn't enter the door. Instead, he circled around a wooden pole in the courtyard of the patriarch's house.

Chu Huan didn't know what happened at this time, but he looked at Nanshan's expression, which seemed to be very serious - it's just that the elder's actions made people a little serious.

He walked back and forth around the wooden pole muttering like a great dancer. He probably finished the entire set of Olympic rings before he put his hands behind his back and said to Nanshan in a playful manner, "Tonight."

at night?

What happened tonight?

At this time, the patriarch's scepter hanging on the wall made a "buzzing" low sound, the rhythm was almost ambush from all sides, it was rapid and steep, and a murderous aura leaked out for no reason.

More and more clansmen gathered around Nanshan, discussing something in one go.

The stick explained the code on the stone to Chu Huan in a low voice: "The circle represents...the dot represents...the mountain guard means...surrounded...the situation is urgent."

Chu Huan looked at him inexplicably—the plain text was written in a foreign language, and he didn't understand a single word.

Bang Chui scratched his hair in confusion, and muttered, "My son said you understand."

Chu Huan used the words of the Liyi tribe very friendly: "I can only understand some of the daily life..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, the stick died immediately. Since everyone else around him was very serious at the moment, he didn't dare to laugh blatantly, so he had to shrink himself into a ball.

Chu Huan had no choice but to have a son like his father. When he was learning languages, he was really afraid of encountering such a guy. As soon as someone else opened his mouth, he laughed like he had never heard a joke in his life. Fortunately, Chu Huan had already cultivated it. The point of invulnerability, otherwise, if you change to someone with a thinner skin, I am afraid that you will be in the shadow for the rest of your life, and you will not be able to open this mouth.

Chu Huanquan pretended not to hear his ridicule, and asked calmly, "Is it something like Mutai that surrounds us?"

Chu Huan understood Bang Chui's answer this time, and he said, "No, Master Mutai."

Chu Huan was taken aback. That is to say, besides the gatekeepers and mountain guards, there are other people in that world...or other intelligent races?

He has unknowingly accepted the setting of "there is another world beyond the mountain gate" during the period of shock, and he has accepted it faster than he himself imagined—presumably because he didn't study hard and the materialistic worldview was not established firmly.

The mallet continued heartlessly: "The elder said that our mountain gate will be turned to the other side tonight. The gatekeeper sent a message that Mutai's master has surrounded the mountain gate. Let us be careful."

Chu Huan quickly asked: "Surrounded to the gate of the mountain? What are you going to do?

Bangchu eagerly geared up his fists: "Of course it's fighting!"

Chu Huan: "..."

So the custom here is, should war be rejoiced like a festival?

But when Chu Huan looked around, he found that other people's attitudes were normal. It seemed that there was only such a stick in the whole family, so he calmed down with peace of mind.

Nanshan dispatched troops urgently and without panic, as if he had experienced countless times.

Soon, the entire Liyi Clan was ready for battle.

Chu Huan was amazed to find that this is the real "all people are soldiers". All people over the age of [-] or [-] are all equipped with weapons and hard armor, and even children who are ordered not to run around will hold special armor. knife and spear.

When the crowd gathered, Hua Guduo brought a few older children, each holding two jars of wine, and filed in to fill up the wine bowls in people's hands.

This time the wine didn't have that monstrous fishy smell, nor was it strong, and it was even slightly bitter in the mouth.

Nanshan held the wine bowl in one hand and his patriarchal scepter in the other. The flame at the top was like a gigantic gemstone, reflecting his facial features like an eternal statue of a god.

In the eyes of everyone, he stood on the high platform, and seemed to feel that nothing was superfluous, so he picked up the wine bowl and drank it down, and then smiled slightly.

"We'll be back next year," he said.

The Liyi tribe cheered loudly, and the wine poured into their veins like courage. This was like a special oath to master, and also like a very chic farewell.

Chu Huan watched Nanshan's smile from the corner, and suddenly looked forward to the incredible world they talked about.

However, things are always like this. When he has a crow's mouth, fate will definitely live up to his trust, and he will definitely make misfortunes never come singly.

When he was looking forward to something good, everything was always quite different——Chu Huan soon discovered that there was absolutely nothing to look forward to in that world.

In the evening, Chu Huan felt the restlessness coming from the depths of the earth.

If he felt something, he suddenly raised his head, and the mist entrenched over the Liyi tribe suddenly split into two paths and dispersed, revealing the pristine night sky, and two rounds of moon that were originally faintly shadowed in the mist.

Of the two rounds of moons, the originally bright one was getting darker, while the darker one was getting brighter. The moonlight was like a waterfall, making the surroundings as pale as desert. Then, the two of them began to move at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Finally, the two moons merged into one.

At this moment, the thick fog cleared.

Chu Huan heard the whistling sound of an unknown wild beast in the distance. He looked up at the sky, and was shocked to find that the valley where the Liyi tribe lived had turned up on a mountain at some point. In the lake on the mountainside, giant eagles whizzed and circled overhead.

At the foot of the mountain are densely packed "mad dogs" Mutai, there are hundreds of them.