mountain god dance

The ground produces salt, and when the sun shines, white flowers float up from the soil, and when it rains, it melts into the soil again.

Nothing can grow, and one or two types of weeds stand tall and sparsely. The sheep herders have to walk dozens of miles a day to feed the flocks.

At that time, the previous generation of Shanmi implanted Eucommia in it, and it gradually grew and became more and more magnificent, making Jiangbu Nanshan an oasis from the sand dunes, where swallows nested, and rare rainwater gathered a green pool on the sandbar. This became the gathering point of deep land.Lanjian passed through this place on a north-south trip, and was surprised by the change. Seeing Shanmi cast a spell, he fell in love with him, and helped him lead the clouds and rain, and then became friends.

The two agreed to meet each other on the ninth day of September every year to discuss various matters. Up to a dozen years ago, Shan Mi became ill and aged within twelve months, and changed from a handsome young man to an octogenarian.

"Why is this?"

When Lan Jian saw him for the first time, he was shocked and puzzled, and refused to accept the teacup he handed over: "What did you do?"

"I want to go back with the wind." Shan Mi smiled, wrinkling her face: "There is a time for spring and a time for winter, and the way is natural. The well-being of future generations should be entrusted to future generations, and I don't plan to care about it."

Lan Jian's eyes flickered: "Just so casual? Then, where are you going?"

"Look at me now," Sugi stroked his beard, "isn't it just like the old loofah that has not been picked at the end of the season, and has stored countless seeds. As long as I bear a fruit, I will go to the place where I should go. Lu wow."

He knows that plants and trees should change in four seasons, peaches and plums are thankful and their own flowers are blooming.Withering is not desolation, and harsh winter is not misfortune.The state of life is stronger than frost and wind, the moon also shines on flowers and snow, and after all, it follows the shadows of generations.

Lan Jian felt choked up in his heart: "The road you said you haven't done is also the road of no return. If we accumulate virtue in our generation, we can ascend to the Heavenly Palace. Don't you want to go?"

Old Shan Mi closed his eyes: "My friend, every year I have been practicing the Tao, I have always wanted to turn this world into a heavenly palace, so that ordinary people can see more of the beautiful scenery of the mountains and rivers. Look at the tourists at the foot of the mountain. When the clouds in the valley are misty and misty, they also sigh that they are as light as flying immortals, don't you feel happy for them?"

The sky is blue, Jiangbu Nanshan attracts countless tourists from other places, and the mountain kingfisher sings, and I don't know where the fairy is.

Lan Jian sat down with him with a stern face: "I thought I had become a fairy, and I don't want to worry about the passing of the sun and the moon, but now I understand the truth that time is ruthless."

Shan Mi smiled: "Time passes by like water, the mountains don't turn and the water turns, you don't like big rivers in the mountains, so you really always get into trouble with your brother."

"It was he who made trouble with me."

"He treats you very well, but he just likes to wander around, so it can be said that he has left his traces in his heart."

"Then which one do you keep? Is it the heart or the trace?"

Shan Mi: "How do you talk and turn to me, I won't try to persuade you to fight in the future, okay."

Lan Jian bowed his head: "Then, on the ninth day of September, who should I drink with?"

Old Shan Mi looked at the mist in the mountains, the branches and leaves were covered with damp water droplets, and finally admitted: "Oh, yes, my friend, I am sorry for you."

Lanjian watched the tea in the cup gradually cool down.

The old man is gone... Who is the man in front of him?

Whether it's the elder brother who conceived with the same spirit, the gods he knew, or the child he met on the grassland, why can't he stay a little longer, he must be replaced, he must leave, he must be like Jindian, who waves the world, regardless of returning .Like a dream, when you wake up everything is empty.

A new generation of tea god stands in front of him. This person has learned all the talents of old Shan Mi, and has also inherited his golden elixir. His temperament is more and more similar to that of his old friend.

"Xiaoxian has something to discuss with the God of Wuye." He said so.

This situation and this situation are inhuman and inhuman.

Lanjian came back to his senses and allowed him to say.

"I'm new here, so I'm sure I won't be able to defeat you if I try to forcibly break through. I don't want to hurt both of you. My master once said that you and him are old acquaintances. I can't explain to him this time. Therefore..."

He bowed his hands to Lan Jian: "Shangxian took my brother up the mountain, can you help him when he is in trouble, or if not, please let me know."

Lan Jian disagreed: "Why do you want to help you turn against Dai Ye? I don't care if I am against you."

Shan Mi slowly put down her hands and said: "I know that many people look down on the 'God of Tea' and regard it as a demon spirit in the wilderness. See further than these people."

Shinsugi Ya has only been in office for more than five years, and he dares to speak eloquently in front of Arashi.

"Tea is born in the southwest, but not limited to the southwest. I followed the merchants to the ice-covered and snowy inland areas of the northwest, and also flowed from the southern country to the hundreds of islands in the ocean with ships, not to mention the vast plains downstream of the Xuanhe River, the Sanfang River, and the Lishui River."

Lanjian: "If you count the scenic spots you have visited, I also have some experiences to share."

"Offended." Shan Mi crossed his hands: "Since Shangxian himself has been to many places, have you ever seen someone come to worship the mist?"

These words are not pleasant, and Lan Jian's tone is even colder: "Lan Zhe, keep the meadows in the mountains, I am a fairy because I am "with the heaven and the earth" to block the mountains and rivers, and the mountain people live in one place for a long time, it is not like you wandering around."

Shan Mi said: "Exactly, Shangxian, my strength will only be stronger than yours in the future."

As soon as these words were meant to be provocative, Lan Jian frowned and put his hands behind his hands, the surrounding fog wrinkled and the mountain wind was rushing.Shan Mi hurriedly said: "Wait a minute! Shangxian don't need to get angry, listen to me carefully, if I still disagree after I say it, Shan Mi will retreat."

Lan Jian waved his hands: "Speak carefully, if I break the fog barrier, your talk today will be heard by Dai Ye, what will happen to the younger brother behind you?"

Shan Mi took a breath, and asked him again: "Has Shangxian ever thought about living without relying on Daiye?"

Lan Jian narrowed his eyes: "Tiger Wolf's Ci...if I'm not in the mountains, am I still called Lan?"

Shan Mi said: "The dense fog in the mountains makes the hunters worry and fear, and they all come to worship you, but the mountains will be eaten up."

Lan Jian sneered: "One hundred thousand mountain ranges with lush forests and no weight, how can people eat them all?"

"Does the Immortal know how many mountains Shihuang burned to build the Efang Palace?"

Shan Mi's thoughts are exactly the opposite of those of the previous generation: "When the mountain is barren and the people leave, the power of the gods will continue to decline. Even if you rely on the blessing of the mountain god Daiye, there is no way to grow in the slightest.

Fear cannot make believers surrender wholeheartedly. They leave the mountains and move to other places, change their bows and arrows and take hoes. In the fields of mulberry and wheat, will they still remember falling off the cliff because they were afraid of the fog? Drink a cup of tea to the best traveler, let the hungry and thirsty smell it, and they will also arouse admiration. "

After Sumi finished speaking, he asked him again: "Which one is hard and which one is easy?"

As expected of an apprentice chosen by an old friend, with the vision of a mortal, he observes the desperate situation of the immortals.

Lan Jian's heart was shaken: "Even if what you said is not unfounded worry, how can you make me leave Daye."

Seeing that he was finally pried away, Sugi told him the next plan:

"If you can take good care of Baigu and prevent him from being injured and tired, I will go to Luoyang to pass on your name and build your image, but not as the god of Wuye."

Lan Jian asked him probingly: "Then what is the name?"

Sumi smiled: "Anything is fine. When I sell tea, I will always attach a lot of stories to attract buyers. Let them spread your name to Silla, Korea, Persia and Dashi, and you will be free from now on. It's just a misty place in the mountains..."

Not just here anymore.

Elsewhere, far away!

go further afield...

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