mountain god dance

Baigu clutched the snake egg and walked away, looking for something to drill out of it, he forgot even the bracelet, and walked all the way back to Fangshu Cage Qin Zhan.Looking up, I saw his brother was feeding grass to the cow with his sleeves rolled up, the bubble tree was blown by the wind, and he was covered with tiny white flowers with apricot and yellow pistils, the dark fragrance was unintentionally hidden in the plain blue and white clothes.

Baigu leaned over to smell him: "Brother Jiuzhen is so beautiful."

Jiu Zhen scratched his nose like he did when he was a child: "Have you played enough? Let's go."

He helped Baigu sit on the back of the ox, and as he went out, he tore the cake into pieces and fed it into his brother's mouth: "When it's cold on the mountain, the cake is frozen, let's try more at this time. "

"You're going to buy this." The pastry is so sweet that Baigu squinted his eyes, "It would be great if brother could go with me."

"You're still playing." Jiuzhen looked at him: "In the future, you may want to wash people's clothes in the icy water on the mountain, and chop firewood as a coolie."

Baigu became sad again: "Why did you mention this, I was very happy at first..."

Jiu Zhen blamed him: "Can you forget this too? Forget me one day."

Baigu hurriedly lowered his head and kissed him on the face, his sitting posture was not straight, and the cow mooed in protest.

After walking a few steps, I went back to the tea shop. This time the crowd was even more noisy, with several loud Mohe people shouting.Sitting on the bull, Baigu looked high, and saw the old man holding something to bid for the price from a distance, and his heart skipped a beat: I guess he sold his bracelet.

I thought it was a thought left to the old man when he was young, but he didn't seem to cherish it, so he immediately pawned it off. At that time, he looked at the silver jewelry seriously, but in the end it was just to estimate a higher silver price.

"He made up stories to coax me?" After Baigu explained to Jiuzhen, he immediately jumped off the bull's back to ask for an explanation.

Jiuzhen pulled him: "He doesn't admit it now, can you still grab it? There are so many people, maybe it will make you unable to get down."

"What should I do?"

"I'll go instead."

Before there were any more actions, someone found Sumi in the noisy place. They exchanged winks, gradually quieted down, and opened up a path.

The tea growers saw him packing his luggage for the long journey, and they asked one after another: "Master Shanmi, are you going to leave just after arriving yesterday, and will you come again next spring?"

Shan Mi led Baigu to say goodbye to everyone: "Xiaoxian and his brother are going up the mountain from here, maybe they will come back, maybe they won't."

People worry: "What does it mean not to return?"

He smiled and replied: "People don't come back, spring always comes back. The peonies in Luoyang, the roses in Dayue, and the tea trees in Shuntiao. Flowers will bloom and rain will fall if they don't wait for me."

People looked at each other in blank dismay, the heavy tea tax was just the time when Shan Mi was needed, fearing that he would disappear if he disappeared, wandering around the world like his master, and they didn't know what to say to keep him.

Jiuzhen searched among the crowd, and seeing that the old man was holding Baigu's bracelet, he cupped his hands and asked:

"Before leaving, Xiaoxian has something to ask the old man for help. The thing in your hand happens to be the same pair as my brother's. Can you buy it and make a perfect pair?"

The eggshell in Baigu's arms was broken several times, before he poked his head, he was peeping into the world through the cracks, and saw that the old man had the aura of old knowledge.

"You are not my god." The old man said to Shan Mi: "Why don't people recognize you, and won't sell you."

Baigu snatched the words: "It shouldn't be sold, you stole it, you should give it back to me."

The old man: "Hey, is that what I want? Didn't you stuff it into my hand?"

"Just let you take a look, and return it to me after reading."

"You didn't say you'd give it back."

"You!" Baigu couldn't think of any curse words, held back for a long time and looked at Jiuzhen: "Sure enough, you have reneged."

Someone whispered next to him: "Does this old man want to sell us the stolen goods?"

"Stealing from Sugiya's house is going to cause trouble..."

Shan Mi still smiled gently, and said to the old man: "It turns out that He Er who does not grow tea as a career naturally does not value the good harvest brought by Shan Mi. God who does not believe in God should not interfere with himself... Yes How about this?"

The old man insisted: "Yes, you have never entered our village, I have never received your kindness, and I have never seen each other since I was young to withered, of course it has nothing to do with you."

Sugi lowered her head: "It sounds reasonable..."

Seeing that his brother was wavering, Baigu muttered: "What's the point? Don't let people care about doing evil things?"

Sugi Ya was waiting for this sentence, and said "exactly", then his arms waved, and the westerly wind was drawn in, and in an instant, the tea seeds on the whole street grew vigorously, from baskets, baskets, shops and houses, the branches and leaves were shining Climbing up, the new leaves of Ruijin grow into light green and deep green, and become forests angrily.

For a while, the branches shuttled back and forth to block out the sun, like the claws of a dragon. The light is dim and the road is lost. Passers-by are two feet apart but cannot see them. They are all covered by tea trees.Tea farmers and smugglers outside the region have never seen such a situation, from amazement to panic:

"It's absolutely impossible, the guest house will be destroyed! God Sugi, please calm down!"

Thousands of trees are flourishing, the trees are flourishing, and the splendor is surrounded by the god of tea, Shanmi. His face is like a cloud of flowers, elegant pines and cypresses, and a soft Zhilan stands with his hands behind his back. Seeing the old man kneeling on the ground with fear, his face is full of fear.

"The gods have the way, to the king and the people. The meaning of the way is different from that of people. The way of man is all in the way of God."

Shan Mi patiently talked to him: "A person has been disciplined by his parents and teachers since childhood, and when he grows into stature, he is bound by a good friend and a good wife. Inside, conscience can be divided into right and wrong, right from wrong, and advice. If you don't want to draw a knife to help, let alone a god?"

Others echoed: "That's right, this old man sells illegal goods on the street, and anyone who knows the inside story must report to the government!"

While they were talking, Baigu noticed the abnormal noise of the snake eggs, lowered his head, and met the red eyes of the young snake in his arms.

"Yo!" He whispered, "You are willing to come out."

The young snake is silvery white all over, with dense scales and flawless, leaving a small bead on the forehead, like a blue-white moonstone.It pushes away the last restraint, and gradually crawls out and wraps itself around Baigu's hand.

He touched it: "It's so cold, so cold, Suwei."

Regardless of the route the little snake was going, he grabbed it and stuffed it into his arms, covering it against his skin: "I'll keep you warm."

The figure of the old acquaintance disappeared from the snake's sight, only a piece of snow-white skin and a faint smell of sulfur were seen.

Outside the forest, Shan Mi stretched out his hand to the old man: "...Designed, to assist the heavens, to fulfill the will of the heavens. Now, who is Sui Liang, can I take care of you?"

Sui Liang Polan lost her mother when she was young, and she was domineering all her life. Although she has regrets in old age, she has formed a habit. Since then, she was terrified when she saw the fairy art. She put the bracelet in Shan Mi's hand with trembling hands, and then lowered her head, as if unwilling , indescribable.

Seeing his distraught look, it seemed like he was bullying him.Baigu put the bag of flower cakes he ate just now in front of him: "I can exchange this with you."

He said, "I've lost all my teeth, let's eat some soft rice."

Sui Liang Polan looked at him with a complicated expression, and said slowly: "I...I didn't lie to you, my God is real."

Baigu took the little snake out of his arms: "It's true, it's here with me, I'll show you when it grows up."

The snake and Sui Liang Polan who were taken in and out were both taken aback.

"I heard that Shuntiao and the other two counties will hand over nine thousand stones of new tea next year."

Shan Mi pointed to the tea trees around him, and said to people: "This is a fairy tree that 'tends its cover', and it will wither by itself after picking enough nine thousand, and the roads and houses will return to their original appearance. This year's court offering, the villagers don't have to worry about it. Ask the people from Mi Biao to take the ferry to pick them."

After the words fell, the tea farmers thanked God, and were even more reluctant to let him leave. They went back and forth in the tea forest to say goodbye, hoping to shake hands with him for good luck.When Baigu saw this scene, he fully understood his brother: During the years when they were not together, Jiuzhen was not idle at all, traveled more than him, and had more burdens than him. Hundreds of times more.

Such awe-inspiring Jiuzheng made him happy, and Baigu rubbed against his brother's ears and said, "Brother Jiuzheng, you are so majestic."

"Huh? I came here to help you, and I blamed me for being arrogant." Jiuzhen whispered in distaste: "Forget it, I don't want this brother anymore."

"No, I have to!" He hugged Jiuzhen's arm: "Oh, so, shall I give your new tea a name?"

"No, I think You Chengqi's 'Dicui Xigu' is pretty good, if you have new tea in the future, please ask him..."

"No! You have to use mine, um, it's called Zhuangyuan tea!"

"...cheesy."

The two bid farewell to the folks one by one, and walked out with the cattle. After that, it was the last tea garden on the mountain.

The fog locks a thousand tea trees, and the clouds open myriad valleys.In the depths of the white mist, there are countless hazes.

Lan Jian just floated on the leaf tip, waiting quietly.

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