Ishtoria

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Book Title: Ishtoria (Longmu)

Author: 囧 Chen Twilight

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In the fifth solar season, the Feathered Serpent God returned to the world and led the descendants of the Mayans back to the embrace of their mother, Elicia.

The ignorant boy took this ancient book and a mask, and went to the Jamille Plateau alone. In an avalanche accident, he met Mr. Mu who was practicing here.

The descendants of the Mu continent shrouded in mist hide a history of aliens fleeing and struggling to pioneer on the earth.

Content tags: Saint Seiya Science Fiction Fantasy Magic Past and Present

Search keywords: Protagonist: Mu, Gallon┃Supporting roles: Shaka, Saga, Shion┃Others: Saint Warrior, Longmu

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☆, wedge

Wedge. Sacrifice

1.

At the end of the sky, the last ray of sunset stained the dark blue of the mountains, and it became increasingly dimmer until it completely melted into the mountains.The light receded behind the sky and was replaced by overwhelming darkness.The wind, whistling, broke the peace of the day, took advantage of the night and continued to grow, blowing dry and decaying, sweeping the entire valley.

A black spot suddenly appeared on the mountain road, moving slowly.The child couldn't resist the strong wind, and his tiny body was blown to the ground.He flinched and brought his neckline together.It was a piece of clothing that was too baggy for him and didn't fit well, probably passed down from his brother.

Clothes are too shabby to maintain body temperature.The rough cloth was not washed repeatedly, it was yellow, and the wool edge was full of balls of thread.Deep in the mountains, it is not uncommon for a family to have only a handful of clothes for all the children to rotate through.

The child bowed his head and walked against the wind.In the dimly lit field of vision, there are shadows of dancing branches, like the ghost that his mother often warned him about.He was afraid, and repeated the name of the mountain god. Although he walked slowly, he didn't turn his head.

The wilderness is solitary except for the raging wind.After a day's work, people go home and gather around the table to enjoy dinner and warmth.There is only one child, stepping on the mountain road, walking forward, in order to find a lamb.

He pressed his lips together tightly.In Grandma's story, no sound is allowed at night and in the wild.I heard the call, but I couldn't answer it.Once you open your mouth, you will be discovered by the devil and become their snack.He remembered every word his mother said and believed it firmly.

As the mountain road became more rugged and the night darker and darker, he recalled his mistake in the afternoon and became more depressed, and his little heart was filled with sadness.Maybe the afternoon sun was too warm and the sky was too clean, and he fell asleep.

The child learned to count sheep from his elder brother, and he had to count them before going home.He will count from 1 to 20, which is enough for his family.Children under the age of five cannot undertake more complicated tasks, and spend all day working with sheep.

A sheep, to his family, is a considerable fortune.You can change one piece of clothing, or five bags of highland barley, or two catties of ghee.He is the sixth child in the family and the youngest brother. The not-so-well-off situation made him taste the hardships of life in advance.

His eldest brother, looking forward to the lamb growing up, exchanged the dowry to marry a wife.I heard that the bride is wearing red clothes and flowers, she is very beautiful.The child was lying on the grass, and the lambs were scattered around him.One, two, three... Liu Yun changed his posture and floated past his head.How great it would be if you could count the sheep of heaven into your own pen!Thinking like this, he unconsciously forgot his troubles.

He didn't wake up until the strong wind cut his face.The weather changed suddenly in the afternoon, which was unprepared.Blasts of wind battered the valley where the children were grazing.For a while, the sky was dark and the earth was dark, sand and stones were flying.The lamb was at a loss and fled in all directions.The child stepped forward with a pair of calves, ran, waved, and drove the lone sheep back to its side.

The head sheep got the order from the little master, raised its head and shouted loudly, and stood firmly among the sheep.The other sheep have to be ordered to put their heads together and tie them into a circle.They use collective strength to resist the wind and sand.The child skillfully picked up the last scattered sheep.He dashed back and huddled with the lamb, sharing their courage against the storm.

This is not the first time he has encountered such a situation.The climate on the plateau is changeable, sometimes the sky is clear, and sometimes the wind and sand are billowing.The young shepherd has mastered a lot of abilities to fight against nature.If it wasn't for oversleeping, the following things wouldn't have happened.

I don't know how long I persisted, but when the hurricane was over here, I felt nothing new, so I roared away.In the air, all the unstable elements settled down, and the child raised his head, shaking, it was full of sand.He habitually counted the lambs, one, two, three, four, five...one, two, three, four, five.The child's heart trembled, one was missing? !Yes, no matter how you order, one is missing.One, two, three, four, five, one, two, three, four, five... He repeated it over and over again, hoping to point out the missing sheep, but he couldn't do it.

The child was about to cry.His father and brother work in the town, and they are out of the house for a few days throughout the year.My mother and elder sister struggled to make ends meet by farming the few acres of Susukida left by their ancestors.On the dry permafrost of the plateau, only highland barley can survive. It is a crop whose skin is riddled with holes when harvested.

One sheep, in exchange for food, can feed his whole family for a month.Even if his mother doesn't say anything, he will be scolded by his brothers and sisters.Mother, like all the simple and childlike women here, has been toiled all day long.At night, oil lamps are still lit, and the erratic dim light is used to sew and mend.Those knitwear that are used repeatedly and whose original appearance is difficult to distinguish.The little him, lying on the side of the pillow, stared at his mother flying the needle.He followed the swing of the flame and closed his eyes.

The child dared not tell its mother about the lost lamb.He could almost see the face eroded by wind and frost, the loss flowing from the deep dry eye sockets, that was his heaviest punishment.

He drove the remaining sheep back to the pen, put the fence in place, and went back to the low wall to look around.Mother is kneading noodles. Today's dinner is barley cakes. The aroma of ghee blows past his face.

The child turned and tiptoed as he left.He took off the bell from the head sheep's neck and hung it on his own wrist, hoping that the lost little guy would hear the bell and come back to him.It was a moonless night, but fortunately the sky was full of stars, and in a very close place, I stared at the shepherd boy.Bit by bit, flickering, is the only light that illuminates the road ahead.

This is the only way to enter the mountain. He is familiar with it, and he will not get lost no matter how dark it is.The bell rings from time to time in this situation, adding a breathtaking emptiness to the already barren mountains.

Children are not naturally bold, life forces him to learn to suppress fear and live with it.When entering the mountain, he hesitated, but only lasted for a short time.In a child's simple worldview, his life is nothing more than a lamb.

After walking for a long time, my legs became weak.The distance a child walks exceeds the distance that an adult takes him.After a long and endless search, there was finally a turning point.He stood on the hillside, looked down, and found a mass of light-colored things lying quietly at the bottom of the stream.In the twilight, the one protruding from the miscellaneous stones seems to be in the shape of a sheep.He rang the bell excitedly, but there was no response.

The child's little hands were groping on the rocks, and he bent down, ready to go to the mountain stream to find out.Step by step, the slope is steep and slippery, with jagged rocks.In the rare and uninhabited mountainous area, even a stepped path cannot be found.The child uses both hands and feet, shaking the body to maintain balance.He struggled to move forward, ignoring the danger of being crushed to pieces.

At this time, the child prayed for a scene.He brought the lamb back from the mountain stream, sent the frightened little guy back to the pen, got into the warm house, served hot bread, and the sisters talked and laughed.The simple big bed in the room, the swaying flames, and the mother's big hands covered with calluses, holding the needles.All this is all he yearns for, and the faint light seems to be right in front of him.

A mountain owl suddenly started up, piercing the sky with piercing screams.It fluttered and flapped its wings away from the dead branches it perched on.The child's atrium tightened, and the foot that had just stepped out stepped on the stone, and it was too late to take it back.The slippery stone made him lose his balance and fell.

The moment he rolled down, his breathing also stopped.The young heart couldn't help beating wildly with fear, and almost fell out of the chest.The child was frightened out of his wits, yelled loudly, and lost his ability to think.The powerful gravitational force dragged him into the darkness.

2.

"Am I dead?"

he asked himself, with a hint of sadness.My mother said that after a person dies, he will be taken away by a bull's head and a horse's face, and go to the palace of King Yama.I heard that they are very fierce, will they beat me like a brother?As he thought about it, he became more and more sad.

"I died, but the sheep were not found."

The child was ups and downs in ignorance, and gradually, there was a warm current flowing in the body.His body was heavy, like a rock, and he wanted to move, but he couldn't.He tried several times, but only his eyelids moved slightly, and he couldn't lift his eyelids.It took a long time before the green eyes opened a gap.The firelight that caught my eyes was like the oil lamp on my mother's bed.

"Am I home?"

There was a burst of soreness in my heart.After all, he is a child, how can he not miss home at night?He opened his eyes wide, looking for evidence of survival.After several failed attempts, he finally managed to support his upper body.

The sight in front of me has never been seen before.A narrow room with four walls and empty windows.Come and go as the wind blows.Fortunately, there was a bonfire burning around me, in this place that only sheltered from the rain but not the wind.The interior furnishings are simple, so you don't need to spend too much time looking at them.

The child's attention was quickly attracted by the sheep corpse.The poor little thing was huddled up, its white hair dyed dark red.It was motionless and already stiff.The empty room was filled with the smell of blood.

The darkness of the night, the ruggedness of the mountain road, the fear of demons, the pain of falling down the hillside, and the strong loneliness of being alone, could not make the stubborn child shed tears.When he saw the lamb died on the spot, grief rushed into his eyes and burst out.

Tears from the first drop or two, connected into a line, merged into a trickle.For a long time, weeping silently did not relieve the pain, and greater sorrow followed.The intermittent sobbing eventually turned into a tearful howl.

Startled by the crying, a huge figure flashed into the room.His whole body was wrapped in a loose robe.The robe was thick and black like night, making the figure sacred and noble, and it was impossible to stare at.The child eased his crying and looked at the visitor with astonishment.The man's long white hair hung down on the robe, which was particularly eye-catching.The child blinked, searching for the face hidden in the silver thread in the firelight.Wherever the eyes touched, there was only a dense mask.

In the child's short life, he has only seen villagers.The man in black robe is like a god, and a sense of awe rises in his small heart.The man walked steadily, with a dignified posture, and a pair of sharp eyes that could not be guessed. Hidden behind the mask, it was impossible to guess his thoughts.

The child was stunned, and the remaining tears flowed into his nasal cavity, which he swallowed with a grunt.

"Crying like this with a little injury, are you a man?"

The man in black spoke, it was a man.His voice was deep, old, but still powerful, and there was no lack of contempt in his words.

The child was not intimidated by his majesty, but aroused his ambition and refused to let him take it lightly.

"Sir, I'm not afraid of pain. I thought I was dead."

He was injured, and his immature childish voice changed slightly, but kept a crisp voice.

"This sheep belongs to my brother. I searched for it all night, but it died."

The child said, pointing to the sheep corpse.

The attitude of the man in black robe eased, he felt relieved for the child's courage.

"I don't think you are very old. Did you go up the mountain alone to find sheep?"

No need to ask, when he arrived at the scene of the incident, he guessed the cause and effect, and even brought back the sheep carcass at the bottom of the stream.The man just didn't want to believe that his hometown was still poor after so many years.A small child would lose his life for an animal.

Hearing this, the child choked up again.

"My family only has eighteen sheep. Without it, my brother will not be able to marry a wife, and my mother will be sad."

His voice was clear and clear, and people who had gone through vicissitudes of life did not doubt it, and sighed sadly.

"Son, don't do such stupid things in the future."

The man changed into a gentle tone.

"You are too young, even if you lose your life, you can't bring the sheep home alive. When your parents know it, they can only be sad. You will grow up, and your life is far more than the value of a sheep. A man has a responsibility, and he must also know the current affairs , know how to advance and retreat."

He just expressed his own opinion, forgetting that such truths sound like fairy tales to children under the age of five.

However, out of admiration, the child remembered all these words.In his later life, he gradually understood, experienced, and applied it to the fullest.

Seeing that the child was silent, he walked up to him and knelt down.

"It's late now, your parents must be worried, I'll take you home."

After that, he took out a silver coin from the purse he was carrying.After a pause, he put the silver coin back into his pocket, exchanged it for a bigger and thicker gold coin, and put it in the child's hand.

"When you go back, tell your mother that you are a guest at a grandpa's house. He likes your sheep and bought it with money."

The man casually pointed to the one that died.

The child couldn't believe his ears. Facing the sudden good thing, he almost agreed.He thought for a while, and put the gold coin back into the man's hand.

"Sir, this sheep is only worth fifty coins. It's dead, and it's not worth your money. My mother told me that you can't lie, you can't lie."

His expression was serious, and what he said was reasonable.

The child's answer was beyond the man's expectation. He was momentarily at a loss for words, and he was in a dilemma with the gold coin in his palm.There has never been a lack of smart and capable people in the world, and it is very rare to be talented and innocent, like pearls in the ocean.The little shepherd in front of me is honest and brave, isn't he talented and beautiful?

The man had just lost his heir, and he was stern and unselfish.I returned to the place where I preached and taught in private, feeling sad and blaming myself.

He was lost in old age and was hit hard.Maybe it was the grace of the goddess who couldn't bear his loneliness, so she sent a shepherd boy to him to inherit the mantle.

The man in black robe was a little shaken.For the first time, he took a serious look at the little shepherd.The child has bright eyes and white teeth, and the skin covered with mud cannot hide its whiteness.He has lavender hair, full cheeks, and small, delicate lips.A pair of big emerald eyes, clear and transparent, even the most precious crystals can't compare.

Although he is a boy, he has delicate features, which is completely different from the plateau residents.The man's heart trembled, and he secretly reprimanded himself for being old and dim-sighted.He remembered a past event many years ago.On such a dark and stormy night, he couldn't do anything while holding a baby that shouldn't exist.

The newborn was drooling from its toothless mouth.His stubby little hands picked up a bunch of silver wire, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed vaguely.With crystal clear eyes, one can see to the end at a glance.Unprepared, the baby looked at the strange man and smiled.

A man who fought and died in battle in his youth, his hands were stained with blood.However, facing the baby who was powerless to resist, he finally lost the determination to kill.Under the protection of the night, he returned to the plateau, put the baby at the entrance of the village, and let the isolated mountain hide the secret.

He hid behind a tree and saw the village woman taking the child away before leaving.The black-robed man recalled the past and couldn't help laughing at himself. The one who worked so hard to abandon him and the one he didn't want followed him like a shadow. This was probably God's will.So what if the king is in the world, in front of fate, he is just an ordinary person.

The child looked at him, and the long silence frightened him.The black-robed man regained his composure and returned to his original demeanor.

"You're almost five years old."

The child was taken aback. He knew everything, and he was indeed a fairy in the sky.

"Sir, you saved me, didn't you? It must be, I was going to die. I really don't know how to thank you, you are amazing, it's incredible!"

The child was incoherent when he was excited.

"I'm amazing? So are you willing to be someone like me?"

"Sir, I don't understand what you mean, I only know how to herd sheep, and my parents are farmers..."

The man cut him off with a wave.

"It's not your fault, no one can choose their own birth."

He put the gold coin into the child's hand again.

"Son, an ordinary dead sheep is indeed worthless. But as a sacrifice, let alone fifty coins, all the gold coins in my bag combined are not worth as much as it is worth. I bought it with this gold coin as a gift for the mountain god sacrifice."

The child nodded with a blank look, purely to cooperate with him.

"What is sacrifice?"

He couldn't help asking, which made the man laugh.Yes, how could a little shepherd know, he forgot again.

The black-robed man squatted beside the shepherd boy, carefully explaining to him every word.

"Son, have you ever seen villagers sacrifice?"

The child nodded.

"In order to pray for good weather and a good harvest, people will dedicate the best produce to the gods."

"If you dedicate this sheep to the mountain god, will he protect my village and family?"

"That's right, that's what it means. As the name suggests, the sacrifice exchanges its life for a wish, and it must die."

The child looked at the curled up sheep corpse, and couldn't bear it.

"Master Mountain God won't let it live?"

The man shook his head: "No, everything in the world obeys the law of equivalent exchange."

The child was silent. He liked to see the lamb running happily, grazing, and putting its head into his arms.Admittedly, he also wanted the gods to protect his poor family.

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand, you will understand when you grow up. Let me ask you a question. One day, in order to protect your family and everything you love, are you willing to sacrifice your life like it, even more precious than life? thing?"

The man in black robe pointed at the lamb in a pool of blood, his body, which had already lost its temperature, was pale and weak.The child has never thought about such a problem, exchanging his life for the happiness of his loved ones.

He experienced a brief absence, then nodded slowly and firmly.

"Yes, sir."

A smile appeared on his immature face, with a bitterness that did not belong to this age.

"During the Chinese New Year, my father came home once and gave me a picture book. He told me that there are TVs, telephones, and cars in the outside world. It is very beautiful."

He described, infinitely fascinated.

"My family is poor, it doesn't matter if I'm gone, and my brothers and sisters..."

He sighed.

"It would be great if they could go down the mountain and live a prosperous life."

In the eyes of children, there is nothing more tempting than walking out of the mountains.

"You will not be with them, you must die."

The man reminded him to think clearly, not to show off his courage and make bold statements that cannot be realized.

"It's okay. If I don't get it, I'll leave it to others. What you said just now is fair."

The black-robed man was speechless, as an adult, he even felt ashamed.Such noble words would come from a shepherd.After a long time, he slowly spit out a few words.

"Remember what you promised me just now."

Hearing what he said, the child's eyes were red. He thought he was going to die, but he was really sad.The man was secretly funny when he saw it, pure and kind, he was a rare good embryo.It would be even better if it was an ordinary child.

"You think I am majestic and want to be such a person, I will give you a chance. But you must pass the test on your own strength, and I will tell you how to do it."

The child squeaked and couldn't answer, and he had no confidence in the face of a god-like man.

"Just do as I tell you. I'll take you home in a while, and come to the tower early tomorrow morning and bring a piece of wool felt."

Unexpectedly, his request was so simple.

"Is it okay to go up the mountain alone?"

The child doesn't care.He dared to climb Yeshan Mountain for a sheep, not to mention having a god to rely on, so he was even more fearless.

"But sir, I don't know which god you are. When I see you tomorrow, what should I call you?"

The man in black robe nodded in approval.

"The education is good, but etiquette needs to be strengthened. I am not a god, just like you, I am an old man, and it is too big to be your grandfather. Since you call me Mr. Shi, please call me Mr. Shion."

It turned out to be a powerful grandfather, and the child felt a sense of closeness in his heart.

"Good Mr. Shion!"

After a while, he asked again.

"Mr. Shion, do you know my name?"

"unnecessary."

Shi On waved his hand to stop him.

"The name is just a code name, let's talk about it after you prove yourself."

3.

That night, the shepherd boy returned home accompanied by old man Shi On.He was worried, worried that he would be reprimanded for his late return tonight.Shi On snorted, didn't take it seriously, told him not to worry about anything, just go back.

He whimpered and entered the house.Hit by my sister, took a glance and walked away.My mother was sitting on the bed doing needlework, and she didn't even look up when she saw him come back. What happened at night seemed like a dream.He twisted himself, it hurts!Looking back for Shi Ang, he had long since disappeared.In the yard, only the shadows of the branches blown by the wind are swaying.

Shi On came out of the tower the next day, the sunlight hurting his eyes.He turned back into the shadows, acclimatizing to the bright sun outside.How many years have not blown the wind here, how many years have not been exposed to the sun here?The sky was blue and cloudless.

More than ten years ago, he tested another boy here. That boy was very talented at a young age, and he had always been Shi On's pride before he defected.Will this little shepherd be stronger than him?Judging from the blood source, it is indeed possible.

The Jamil Demon Realm is located on the border, with an altitude of more than 6000 meters. It is a death zone that locals dare not visit.Breaking through the illusion and passing through the Saint Cloth Cemetery is the proof of being born under the fate of Aries.If he fails, his life can only be an ordinary child, an ordinary shepherd.If they die, there will be mediocre and poor people everywhere, so it is not worth pity.

Shi On talked about whether the child could pass the test with great interest, and a crisp bell rang in his ears.In addition to the child, a group of lambs followed him and appeared in the field of vision. "Ding Ling Dang Bang", the head sheep curled up in the arms of the little master, and the bell on its neck swayed with the master's steps.The other sheep followed the track of the head sheep, lined up in a straight line behind the shepherd, and approached the stone tower.

The child recognized Shi On's mask, and the corner of his mouth curled up into a small arc. His small face, as bright as white jade, was reddened by the sun, brimming with joy.

"Morning, Mr. Shion!"

He greeted the old man respectfully.

"I have found them according to your order. If these sheep do not follow, they will be taken away by mountain eagles. Please forgive me."

Seeing the bleating flock of sheep, Shi On was only surprised.

When he assigned the task, he didn't tell the child the name of the place and its horror.He worried that speaking out would scare him away.However, the child passed through the phantom easily, without even feeling a little bit.It should be known that a considerable part of the people buried in the cemetery were saints.

"Son, didn't you see any monsters on the way here?"

he asked curiously.

The shepherd boy nodded without any fear in his eyes.

"Mom said, monsters don't catch good children. Only villains who lie and steal are afraid. You are so powerful, the monsters will definitely listen to you. They want to stop me, so I just close my eyes and ignore them. Anyway, I belong to Mr. Shion Guests. Although they were fierce, they didn't do anything to me."

Shi On laughed dumbfoundedly.Yeah, I feel horrible, wouldn't it be over if I close my eyes?Adults don't understand such a simple truth.As for sheep, the simple brain structure of animals cannot produce complex illusions.They rely on primitive instincts to avoid danger.

The child lowered his head and searched in his satchel.He dug out a piece of dry tsampa, which was his lunch.He carefully put it back and leaned to one side.Then from the bottom of the bag, I found a piece of worn-out wool felt, left over from my mother's needlework.

The blanket was very old, and the child held it in front of Shi On with both hands.

"Mr. Shi On, this is what you ordered me to bring. What's the use?"

The old man took the object in the child's hand, twisted a thread on the felt, pulled it out to a certain length, and tied a knot.Another thread was picked from the side next to this thread, treated in the same way, and tied with a slipknot.

The hand holding the thread is already old under the baptism of years, and the dry skin clings to the protruding joints.His fingers are still strong and steady.Thread picking, knotting, several coherent actions are completed quickly.

He demonstrated, handing the felt back to the child.

"Do you remember what I did just now? Come and do it again."

There is no difficulty in this work, and the children of working families can master these basic handicrafts at a very young age.

Following the example of the old man, the child stretched out a pair of small hands, rising and falling in an orderly manner, and quickly tied a slipknot, and lined up with Shi On's demonstration, with the long knots dragging on the felt.Shi On nodded, the child is very clever, and he learned it after just one reading, but this is just the beginning.

"It seems that you have learned. Now you can take all the threads out of this felt and tie a slipknot."

The felt is about the size of a child's back. Who can count the threads on it? Thousands, tens of thousands of children looked at the felt in their hands and were a little surprised.How much time does it take to disassemble the whole sheet!What is the point of such a job?

Seeing his hesitation, Shi On immediately added.

"Here, right now, don't eat if you can't finish."

After he finished speaking, he entered the stone pagoda without looking back, leaving the small figure of the child standing on the cliff.

Shi On didn't intend to explain too much.Concentration, this is the basic skill of mind power users.He used the same method to test countless children, but very few persisted until the end.He doesn't waste time on a loser.

After Shi Ang retreated to the stone tower, the child dared to observe the residence of this mysterious old man.The white stone pagoda stands abruptly on the top of the cliff, despite the howling wind, it is the only evidence of human existence in the mountains.It was higher here than any mountain he had ever been to, and breathing was more laborious.

There are some weeds sparsely scattered on the surrounding hillsides.Occasionally, eagles fly by and circle, but they don't want to stay in this land of death. The mountaintops in the distance carry ice and snow that never melts all year round.He couldn't figure out how the old man could make a living living alone here, with those few windows that didn't block the wind?He thought for a while even if he gave up, the most urgent task is to complete the task.

The child sits on the ground, with nimble fingers flying on the wool felt, one, two, three.The sun was high, and beads of sweat stood out on his small forehead.Fingers gradually feel sore due to repetitive mechanical movements.He slowed down the rhythm, adjusted his breathing, kept calming his beating heart, and silently said one, two, three...

The sheep are grazing on the hillside, and the little master concentrates on the tedious manual work and has no time for others.Fortunately, eagles are afraid of the Saint Cloth Cemetery and have no intention of hunting.

He rubbed his big sore eyes, not knowing how many times it was.I just feel that there are more and more knots, and there will never be an end in sight.His heartbeat lost its rhythm, and he tried his best to suppress his anxiety, and adjusted his out-of-shape movements again and again.

It wasn't until noon that the child completed Shi On's task.His fingers were close to twitching, a row of shallow teeth marks were left on his lips, and his sweaty hair clinged to his forehead.After finally submitting the work to Shi On, the child sighed deeply, his bones were about to fall apart.

He obtained permission to have lunch, and the dried grains were filled with ice-cold mountain springs, and choked in his mouth, it became a supreme delicacy.He was lying under the blue sky, his swollen eyelids were hard to close.Just about to take a nap and bring the lamb home.Suddenly there was a pain in the waist, and I was hit by an accident.

"It took root after doing such a little thing? Get up and finish the afternoon's work."

The child suddenly opened his eyes.What, there is still life in the afternoon!no?

"Mr. Shion, I only have one piece of felt."

"Now you have to untie all the knots on this piece of felt one by one. I hope you didn't tie knots just now because of speed, otherwise you will suffer."

He threw the felt on the floor, near where the child lay.

"Do it now, don't go home if you don't finish it!"

The majestic voice sounded like thunder.

The child sat up in frustration, picked up the felt, and turned it over casually. It was densely packed with knots.Tears were about to fall from the swollen eye sockets.Shi On didn't have time to pay attention to his petty emotions, turned around and left, he had seen such things a lot.

Until the sun went down, the lamb began to fear and bleat.After the child's patience collapsed many times, he barely untied all the knots tied in the morning.The felt is covered with crooked lines, stained with the tears of the shepherd boy.

After the tears dried, two lines of marks were left on the small face.The child finally finished his afternoon work.With his hands that lost his sense of touch, he held the felt in front of Shi On.At that moment, instead of the overjoyed mood when I completed the task for the first time, it was replaced by numbness.

Shi On glanced at it, and threw it back like garbage.

"Okay, take it back. It's too slow. You still want to learn from me at your speed. It won't work if you practice for another 100 years. You don't have a lot of skills but you don't have a temper."

After a day of inexplicable hard work, I only got a few contemptuous comments.A strong sense of powerlessness eroded the child's nerves, and he bowed politely to Shi On.

"Mr. Shi On, I'm going home, it will be dark any later."

Shi On didn't mean to embarrass the child on purpose, he had no motive.If it was a man who would never be a warrior, he would be much kinder.

"At your speed, come early tomorrow."

"Am I still going to tie a knot tomorrow?"

The child's voice trembled.

"Otherwise what else would you do? Get up early tomorrow and tie five knots on the same thread."

Shi On answered him disdainfully.

"Of course, it's okay if you don't come. I've already paid for the dead sheep. You can go back to be your shepherd and live a carefree life. And I won't stay here for long .”

The child is stuck, why is he willing to continue to be a shepherd boy?The moment he saw Shi On, he had already made a choice, no matter how difficult the road would be.The next day, sure enough, earlier, the child and his flock appeared in Shion's stone tower together, stepping on the first ray of sunlight in the morning.

4.

Before dawn, the child was already dressed to go out.He picked up a random piece of dry food from the basket, opened the gate and let out the lamb.Last night, he lay on the bed tossing and turning, his little head couldn't think of the reason for poverty, so he could only accept the arrangement of fate step by step.

Tears fell silently, wet the front of the pillow, and then dried up by my own body temperature.What the child thinks about most is Shi On, his words, the glimmer of hope he promised, and the blood-soaked lamb.

The child abandoned all grievances, and everything today is his own choice.He came to the stone tower and accepted any job with peace of mind.The restless mind returned to his body, he concentrated on the movements of his hands, forgetting his fatigue and hunger.

With five knots, he took less time than the day before and had lunch before noon.The traces of joy, anger, sorrow and joy faded from the child's delicate face, and he was like a burning embers, emitting a slight warmth under the thick charcoal ash.

He didn't realize that the time he focused on his fingers was getting longer and longer.Focused gaze drives away meaningless distractions.The tasks that Shi On entrusted to him became more and more cumbersome, five knots, ten knots, twenty knots, tying, untying, entwining, and repeating.Later, a thread was densely covered with knots.You can't count without a sharp eye.

The child is calm, and the time to complete the manual work decreases with the increase of the workload.Seeing this, Shi Ang secretly admired it.With the speed at which the child progressed, he was clearly a psychomotor genius.Once, he even felt the immature small universe.

Shi On has seen all kinds of child prodigies, whether it is mental strength or handicraft, the talent of the little shepherd is unparalleled, he can shift his mind and control his emotions in a very short period of time.The small universe that the child has just revealed is still very weak, hidden under the calm, the broad and broad bearing makes this ancient soul that has gone through two centuries amazing.

He knew in his heart that this kind of strength that was different from ordinary people came from blue blood and was a legacy of prehistoric civilization.Shi Ang is very concerned about the child's life experience, otherwise he would not have to waste time and set up many obstacles to prove his worth.

He has done well, better than other kids his age.Shi On restrained his edge with the strictest attitude, after all, the previous