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- Pale White Cloud Mountain is towering, and Baiyun Mountain is surrounded by clouds and mist all year round. Old people say that Baiyun Mountain was once lived by gods, and the clouds and mist here are the fairy aura left by the gods when they left. Although it is a legend, it has always been deeply believed by these simple villagers who are isolated from the world.
At the foot of Baiyun Mountain, there is a small village named Yunyin Village. A winding river flows through it, raising generations of mountain people in Yunyin Village.
After the heavy snowfall, the village is covered with white snow, with curls of smoke from cooking stoves, broken earthen walls, native dogs running past wagging their tails, the ringing of ring bells as they drive home the cattle, and the old man sitting on the threshold, blinking with half-squinted eyes. Looking at the pipe that has been with him for most of his life, all of this outlines this peaceful rural scene.
"Third Aunt, Uncle Zhang!" The child, carrying a burden, walked along the snowy village road and greeted the people in the village enthusiastically.
"Little frog, come here!" The middle-aged village woman smiled and waved.
This child¡¯s surname is Fu, Xiaowa, which is a rare surname. Even the old people in the village don¡¯t know where his ancestors come from. There is no Fu surname even in Qingniu Town. People in the village only know that more than ten years ago, on a snowy night like this, a baby cried, and an orphan named Fu was born in the village.
¡°Here we come, Auntie!¡±
"Take this steamed bun!" The village woman took out a yellow steamed bun from her arms and gave it to the little frog.
"No, Auntie, you can keep it, I still have food at home!" Xiaowa pushed the nest. Although it was a very precious thing to him, he knew that the people in the whole village were not rich.
"Oh, you kid, just take it when I tell you. You help my family carry water every day, and you still need this steamed bun!" The village woman forced the steamed bun to the little frog.
The little frog could not refuse and accepted the gift gratefully. The warm feeling of the steamed bun in his hand spread all the way to Fu Xiaowa's heart. These were the villagers who had been taking care of him. From the moment he had no father or mother, the villagers became his parents. This family had a ration of food, that family had a piece of cake, and they stretched the little frog like this. Big, and Little Frog has lived up to the hopes of the villagers. He has known to use his own hands to support himself since he was sensible, and he has tried his best not to bear the burden of the villagers. He actively helps the villagers with work on weekdays. These are his A great benefactor, he likes the uncles and sisters-in-law here. He likes the people here just as the people in the village like him. He has long regarded the people in the village as his parents.
"Uncle Zhang, is your waist feeling better?"
The old man at the door smiled and knocked on the welding flue: "It's much better. Thanks to the herbs you collected on the mountain, although this old problem cannot be eradicated, it can now go to the ground. Thank you for your hard work!"
"It's okay. Anyway, we went up the mountain to chop firewood. I'll help you pick some today!" Bo Xiaowa picked up the pole and hemp rope he was carrying.
"Be careful!"
"Well, I'm leaving!"
Fu Xiaowa¡¯s thin body disappeared at the entrance of the village and on the mountain road leading to Baiyun Mountain
??The mountains are covered with heavy snow, and the snow shadows are thousands of miles away. In the vast white snow mountain forest, a goshawk soars in the sky, spreading its clear cry throughout the empty valley.
In this quiet snowy valley, the sound of chopping could be heard clearly, and with the trembling of white snow, a tree branch fell down.
Fu Xiaowa patted off the ice and snow falling from the branches on his head, and took a breath of air to warm his cold hands. He has repeated work like this countless times, spring, summer and autumn, year after year, day after day.
The valley is still empty, only the sound of chopping wood echoes in the valley, with the eternal rhythm, the never-ending years moving forward.
The weather is still cold, chilling into one¡¯s heart. Even under the bright sun, the hands and feet still cannot get enough warmth. He breathed in the heat from time to time, trying to provide the insignificant amount of heat to his hands.
With skillful movements, he bundled the chopped firewood into a load. Yes, he could exchange this load of firewood for the food he needed by transporting it to Qingniu Town more than ten miles away.
Fatigue and hunger are like lingering devils, and the physical recovery brought by a night's rest is not as good as the sound of thunder from an empty stomach.
He gritted his teeth and, with extraordinary perseverance, cut two pieces of firewood and tied them into one load. Before the sun went down, he sold the firewood in exchange for some food.
After arranging the load of firewood, Fu Xiaowa gritted his teeth and struggled to pick up the firewood, preparing to carry it on the dozens of miles of mountain road into the town.
"Children over there, come here!"
The sound echoed in the valley. It was a surprising sound. In a wilderness valley like this, it is not surprising to hear wolves howling, but it is strange to hear human voices.
Fu XiaowaLooking along the sound, on the snowy mountain road, three black figures were as conspicuous as black ink on paper. Two of these three people were adults and one was a child, which made Little Frog very puzzled. In a season like this, even the hunters in the village no longer go up the mountain, but at this time, three strange pedestrians appeared.
A stranger in a black cloak waved in the snow. Fu Xiaowa swayed and swayed to the mountain road carrying a load of firewood. When he approached him, he could see the faces of the three people clearly.
I saw an old man with gray hair and a long beard hanging down his chest, and another middle-aged man with a long black beard. Among them, the child was about the same age as Little Frog, but he was very handsome, with a rosy face, and a rich dress, but he had A cold expression befitting his age.
"What do you two uncles mean?" Xiaowa put down the firewood and asked.
The middle-aged man asked in a deep voice: "Little brother, do you know how to get to the Valley of the Clouds?"
Hearing the name of the Cloud Valley, Little Frog couldn't help being surprised and said: "This is a forbidden area in Baiyun Mountain. Even the most experienced hunters dare not go there, so it's best for you not to go there!"
"Just answer!" It was a child's raw and indifferent voice.
"You don't know the dangers of Yungu. It's not a narrow escape, but a chance of never returning. You'd better go back!" Fu Xiaowachi persuaded patiently.
"It doesn't matter, little brother, I'll come here prepared, but you're overthinking it!" the old man said.
Fu Xiaowa shook his head helplessly, and had no choice but to point to the mountain in front of him and said: "It's about ten miles ahead over this snow-capped mountain. It's very cloudy and foggy here, and it's extremely easy to get lost. If you really want to go, be sure to mark the way here. Getting lost in the snowy mountains is no joke!¡±
"Little brother, can you take us there, and we will reward you!" said the old man next to the child.
Fu Xiaowa shook his head and said: "The Valley of the Clouds is an absolutely forbidden area. No one who enters will survive. The rewards are attractive, but no matter how much money you have, you have to spend your life. I just kindly remind everyone not to go!"
"Thank you for reminding me, little brother, we're leaving!" After the three men in black said this, they still changed their itinerary and headed to the forbidden area of ??Yunbai Mountain, the Valley of the Clouds.
Fu Xiaowa looked at the backs of the three people who disappeared at the end of the snow-capped mountains, shook his head, and prayed for these three people in his heart, hoping that they could return alive.
Following the path pointed by Fu Xiaowa, the three of them climbed over the snow-capped mountains until they reached the depths of the white clouds. Baiyun Mountain is vast and continuous, and white clouds surround the mountain all year round. People entering the mountain cannot see what is in front of them and do not know the direction.
Standing in front of the mountain, with the clouds and fog no longer visible, the elder stroked his beard and said: "This mountain is full of spiritual energy, it must be the source of the treasure. The ancient predictions of our people are indeed correct. There will be something shocking in this land in the north of the Great Wall." Things come to light!¡±
The child's eyes showed hatred, and he said fiercely: "If I find this treasure, I, Leng Wuxin, will avenge me with blood!"
"Don't be anxious, young master. This deep revenge will be avenged. However, this mountain is indeed extremely dangerous. It is still unknown whether the next trip will go smoothly!"
"How can mountains of swords and seas of fire stop my path to revenge!"
"I'm afraid, we may not be the only ones making this trip!" The older man stared ahead.
I saw a black shadow floating, and finally a figure appeared in the white mist, and a masked man appeared: "The old man has good ears, he can actually detect that I am around!"
Another middle-aged man said in shock: "Heisha!"
"It seems that someone knows me. What an honor!" Heisha covered his face, but he could still feel his cold smile.
The elder remained frightened and said without any emotion: "Who doesn't know the names of black and white evil spirits? Black evil spirits are vicious and cruel, and their methods are vicious. They can kill invisible and no one can match them in their poisonous skills!"
"Is this considered a boast?"
"Maybe, I wonder why you are here?"
"You are not the only ones who know about this, even Wuqiu Zhenren is here!"
"With that said, this will be a fierce battle!"
"I'll see you later, see you in the Valley of the Clouds!" Heisha's figure swayed lightly and disappeared into the thick fog without a trace.
"Elder, what should we do about this?" the middle-aged man asked worriedly.
The elder sighed softly: "Whether it is a calamity or a disaster, it is all decided by God!"
The three of them looked ahead. The clouds and fog became thicker, as thick as a pot of porridge. A journey full of blood and murder was about to begin
Qingniu Town, this ancient town still stands immortally under the ice and snow. Today is a surprisingly good weather. The sun shines on this town in the middle of winter. The deserted streets are bustling with people basking in the sun and quilts. Yes, gossip is common at the door. People are enjoying the warmth of the sun in the cold winter. It is hard to imagine that yesterday was an extremely bad snowstorm night.
cities and townsNext to it, there are crowds of people and noisy noise. This is the market of Qingniu Town. The snow on the ground has been trampled into a bit of mud by people going to the market. People walking through the cold breathed in hot breath, forming white mist in the air.
The weather is very good today, and the market is very lively. There are chickens with grass tags, and there are people selling radish in bamboo baskets. The cries are endless. Qingniu Town has a population of tens of thousands, and goods are easily exchanged here. People going to the market are in the market. Find what you need online.
In each trading area of ??the market, vegetable sellers gather in rows, and meat sellers gather in rows. Fu Xiaowa carries a load of firewood to the firewood and charcoal shop. The firewood and charcoal sellers gather here all year round, and they have been forming a row for many years. , firewood buyers also know that they can buy firewood here.
The carbon firewood area here is surprisingly lively today, and the heavy snowy weather has increased the demand for it among the people in the town.
There were many people buying firewood that day, but the firewood sellers had sold out early. Now there was only one person left, a middle-aged woodcutter. At this time, a group of firewood buyers had already gathered around the woodcutter, and the firewood buyers were asking questions. price.
"Master, how do you sell firewood?"
"Seven cents a load!" The woodcutter knew that he would raise the price at the right time. You must know that the firewood is only sold for five cents on weekdays.
"Okay, I want it!" A buyer rushed to pay for it. In this cold day, he didn't care about the expensive two cents.
Seeing that the firewood was about to be bought, the people nearby hurriedly raised the price: "I will pay eight cents, and the firewood will be sold to me!"
"I'll pay you nine cents!"
"I'll pay you ten cents!"
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In the end, the firewood that usually costs five cents was sold for more than ten cents. The woodcutter sold the firewood for a good price and left with satisfaction, thinking that he would take a piece of pork home to enjoy.
An old man shook his head and returned empty-handed, muttering that the firewood was so expensive, maybe he didn't have enough money in his pocket.
At this time, Fu Xiaowa happened to arrive, and the firewood buyers crowded over there rushed to Xiaowa's side.
"Little brother, how do you sell this firewood!" the old man asked.
Bo Xiaowa raised his head and looked up, he saw a skinny old man with a face full of vicissitudes, some patches on his cotton-padded jacket, and wrinkles all over his face and hands.
"Five cents, sir, do you want it?"
"Ah?" The old man replied that he heard wrongly, and quickly took out the money and said: "I want it, of course I want it!"
"I'll pay you ten cents!" Someone immediately paid the price, for fear that others would grab it again.
"I'll pay eleven cents!" Someone immediately raised the price. In this cold day, there were not many firewood sellers. At this time, cheap things are also hot commodities, and you can't cook rice without firewood.
The old man put his skinny hand into his pocket and took it back. It seemed that the firewood was useless again. He couldn't help but sigh. At this time, the little frog said again: "Master, do you want five cents?"
The old man was stunned for a moment.
"Do you want it?" Xiaowa confirmed again.
"I want it, of course I want it!" The old man gratefully fumbled out five cents.
The little frog took the money, then picked up the firewood and said: "Where is your home, I will help you deliver it!"
"No trouble, no trouble. My son is shopping for groceries over there. I'm waiting for him. I can just take it back later!" the old man said hurriedly with a grateful face. He found that the clothes on the child were in tatters. He had such a thoughtful heart. This is the first time he has encountered a child in his more than seventy years of life.
"Oh, that's up to you!" The little frog placed the load of firewood in front of the old man.
"This poor kid, you're stupid, you don't want five cents for ten cents, you're sick!" Immediately, there were mutterings from all around, and the disappointed crowd dispersed. ``````````````
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