turn the mountain

Zhang Zhi waited for a while, but his father had nothing else to say, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and recite it.During the days when Mr. Yang was away, he didn't read a single word of "Dangling". What he had learned in "Dang" was already blurred, and what he hadn't learned was forgotten even more.Relying on what little memory he had left, he stumbled and finally finished memorizing it.

"Well," Zhang Zhi finished memorizing it for a while, Zhang Liu finally nodded, and asked again, "Have you taught all the sentences and interpretations?"

"Mr. Yang left after learning 'like a cockle like a cockroach, like a boil like a cockroach'," Zhang Zhi said.

Zhang Liu pondered and said, "Then I'll tell you the rest." After a while, he didn't speak again.Zhang Zhi tentatively reminded, "Xiao Da is about to die?"

"That's right," Zhang Liu said, "Small and big are about to die, but people can still walk freely. The inner city is in China, Tan and Guifang. Guifang, Guifang is here, where the wind and sand are threatening, barren and cold."

As soon as the words fell, a sharp female cry came from outside.The servant who had been silent for a long time grinned and said, "The ghost is screaming." Zhang Liu was unmoved, as if he hadn't heard it.

Only Zhang Zhi was stunned for a while, and suddenly heard Lazhen calling, and immediately opened the door to go out.Before he touched the door, Zhang stayed behind him and shouted, "Stop!"

Zhang Zhi didn't need to do anything, the door opened by itself.Outside, Lazhen's clothes were stained with blood, her expression was almost crazy, and the anger in her eyes was gushing out like a torrent.

"You are more cowardly, insidious, and lowly than a fox," she grabbed Zhang Zhi's arm with one hand, and her long hair that dragged the floor with the other, and shouted at Zhang Liu in Tibetan.

"He can live if he stays, but he will surely die if he leaves with you," Zhang Liu also said in Tibetan words.

Lazhen's hand was like an iron hoop, tightly locking Zhang Zhi's wrist, for fear of being pulled away by him.Zhang Zhi was like a kitten whose nape had been scratched, very obedient, and didn't move at all in her hands.He felt that there was a dry heat on his face, which didn't seem to be coming from Lazhen's body, so he poked his head slightly for a look, and couldn't help but yelled.In the halls and corridors outside Zhang Liu's room door, sporadic flames sprang up.The tongue of fire licked the grain and dried meat piled up in the corner, and quickly devoured them, becoming vigorous and violent.A figure with a knife stood in the flames outside.Lazhen hugged Zhang Zhi tightly, without any hesitation, she pushed him into the fire.

The black smoke from the fire dazzled Zhang Zhi's eyes. Before he felt the pain and burn, he was tightly grasped by another hand.With tears in his eyes, he saw his grandfather's side view with disheveled white hair, blackened smoke and dust all over his face and shoulders, leading him to run all the way outside.The fire ignited extremely quickly, and many black marks were scorched on the stone wall, and everything in the past was quickly reduced to ashes.When Zhang Zhi ran across the threshold, he tripped. He stretched out his hand to hold on to the wall to stand firm, but he screamed in pain from the hot wall.Zhang Ji heard it, turned his head and took a deep look at him, pulled him hard, and continued to run forward.

They ran out of the house, and suddenly a killer jumped down from the beam and stabbed at Zhang Ji's back. Zhang Zhi's mind was blank, and he could only scream "ah".Sensing the strong wind, Zhang Ji dragged Zhang Zhi to the side as if he had eyes behind his back. Somehow, he got around to the enemy's side, and stretched out his knife to slash his neck.

The man collapsed limply, Zhang Ji's face sank like water, he pulled Zhang Zhi around his body and ran out of the courtyard.While Zhang Zhi was running, he turned his head and saw that the old home had already been burned into flames. One corner of the sky reflected the raging flames, showing a bright and warm orange-red color, while the other side was still a clear, cold dark blue.

Zhang Ji ran like an old man, walking like flying, even the strongest warrior in Tubo.Zhang Zhi couldn't keep up with him, so he had to stagger after him.He didn't know where he was going, and followed Zhang Ji in confusion.The cold wind that gushed into his throat sucked the moisture out of his lungs. His legs were sore and limp from running, and he was very desperate. He summoned up the courage to say to Zhang Ji, "Slow...slower..."

Zhang Ji looked back at him again, stared and said, "Trash."

Zhang Zhi was furious, didn't say a word, and chased after him with gritted teeth.In the past, Zhang Liu hated the Tubo people and lived alone, so there was nothing around them, almost only a piece of wilderness, not even a watchtower to hide in.After running for a few more miles, Zhang Zhi's eyes were already darkened, and she almost fainted.Zhang Ji bent down and carried him on his back.

"No one is chasing you, grandfather," Zhang Zhi felt very disturbed as if there was only a handful of bones left in his body.

"By the time you see them, you'll be dead long ago," Zhang Ji said with a sneer out of breath.But Zhang Ji was tired after all, and with a person on his back, his speed was much slower.

The sky was as dark as iron, and as flat as a plain, except for an eagle coiling under the clouds, and occasionally let out a long cry.Zhang Zhi thought of some legends and said, "Maybe it's a whistle eagle."

"It's useless," Zhang Ji said, "I can't knock it down either. If you say something useless, I'll leave you alone."

At night, the grandfather and grandson finally arrived at the foot of a hill.Zhang Zhi had heard about this mountain, and before he knew it, they had traveled sixty or seventy miles.Zhang Ji put him down, chopped off a branch with a long knife, and held the pole in his hand.

"Follow me," Zhang Ji took the lead on the path up the mountain, and then instructed, "Be careful not to be bitten by a snake."

It was a cloudy day, with no moon or stars in the sky, and almost no light at all.It was a good thing that the weather made their tracks invisible.Zhang Ji seemed to be able to see in the dark, walking between tree roots and rocks without stumbling.After walking for a while, he suddenly boasted: "This mountain is well-grown."

"Amara said that this mountain is the descendant of Animaqing Mountain," Zhang Zhi's eyes were darkened, and she followed Zhang Ji closely, for fear of losing her attention if she was not careful.

Zhang Ji said: "I said that this mountain can hide people, what do you mean?"

Zhang Zhi gently grabbed the back of his belt and said in a low voice, "It's nothing."

Fearful of being discovered, they dared not light fires or light torches at night.In the dark, Zhang Ji really found a cave.Zhang Ji went in to explore first, and stretched out his hand to pull Zhang Zhi into the cave.This cave grows on the mountain wall, seven or eight feet above the ground, so there is no need to worry about many poisonous insects entrenched inside.Zhang Ji groped for a piece of dry ground in the cave, put his coat on the ground, let Zhang Zhi lie on it, and guarded the entrance of the cave by himself, resting like this all night.

Zhang Zhi seldom sleeps until the sun is bright, but when he wakes up, apart from sore waist and legs, he is not mentally exhausted.The two searched in the mountains and found a small stream following the sound of water.Now is the season of dry water, the stream is only a handful of thickness.Zhang Zhi was so thirsty that he knelt by the stream to drink water, wishing he could bury his face in the water.

"Wash your face." Standing upstream, Zhang Ji knelt down and soaked his sleeves.

When the two fled the fire, Zhang Ji's hair and beard had been burnt, and the scorched ends were curled up and knotted together.Zhang Zhi's body was intact, but there was a lot of soot on his face, which made him look very embarrassed.

Zhang Ji had already taken off his outer robe at night, but his inner garment was torn in a long strip at the shoulder, and blood was still oozing from the wound underneath.Zhang Zhi was shocked when he saw it, but Zhang Ji didn't take it seriously, and wiped the wound with his wet sleeve calmly.

In the past, Lazhen and Zhang Zhi told heroic stories, and many warriors used herbs from the mountains to stop bleeding.But in late autumn, everything withered, except for a few trees on the rocky mountain, there was only a piece of dry yellow grass left.Zhang Zhi gathered a pile of dead leaves and branches, felt in his bosom, and found two flints that he was playing with.When this thing was on the road yesterday, it was damp from the sweat in its arms, and it took a long time to light the dead leaves.When the fire was burnt out, Zhang Zhi reached out to pick up the black ash on the ground, and spread it on Zhang Ji's shoulders.

Zhang Ji kept silent, his body froze, as if he was not used to it.After he finished applying, Zhang Ji stood up hastily, tore off a piece of cloth from the hem of his clothes, and wrapped it up for himself.

Taking advantage of Zhang Ji's bandaging time, Zhang Zhi ran under the tree, shook off many hard green fruits, and scooped them up with his clothes.Zhang Ji picked one and took a small bite with the tips of his teeth.He frowned, but his tone seemed to be relieved, and he mocked: "This thing can't be eaten."

Zhang Zhi argued: "There are only green ones on the tree, not a single red one. This kind of fruit can't be ripe at all."

"You want to poison me to death," Zhang Ji said savagely.

Regardless of Zhang Zhi's argument, Zhang Ji drove him back to the cave with a strong attitude.Zhang Zhi refused to stay in the cave alone, so he threw the knife to Zhang Zhi and said, "This is my old saber, if you can hold it and practice the sword skills well, I will let you out." He said proudly, "It's not bad if you can hold it."

Zhang Zhi's palm hadn't fully grown yet, and he felt sour when he barely held the handle of the knife.He took the knife out of its sheath in the hole, and suddenly felt a chill rushing towards his face.Zhang Ji watched him practice swinging the knife, which made him feel as if he had returned to the yard at home in a trance.Now, no matter how dull a person is, he should understand that all kinds of abnormalities and changes in his family seem to have started from this sword technique, and it is far from ending.Zhang Zhi couldn't express his resentment, so he raised the knife and slashed down fiercely, but he missed his aim and slashed on the rock in the cave.He was afraid of ruining Zhang Ji's treasured sword and making him unhappy, so he hurriedly looked at Zhang Ji's face.As a result, Zhang Ji left without knowing when.And when the blade of the knife collided with the stone, there was not even a single gap on it, and a deep mark was left on the rock instead.

In the evening, Zhang Ji walked into the cave with a bunch of dead rabbits.Zhang Zhi had been hungry for two days, and asked quickly, "Where did this come from!"

Zhang Ji said angrily: "Can't you see it? I beat you!"

Before the sun set, Zhang Zhi ran to the river and lit a fire, picked four rabbits, peeled their skins and skewered them to roast on the fire.In autumn, the rabbits are fat and strong, and after being roasted, they will emit oil, and the aroma and color are very attractive.Zhang Zhi gave two of them to his grandfather, but Zhang Ji waved his hands away and said, "You can keep them and eat."

Zhang Zhi was worried about his health, and was waiting to persuade him, Zhang Ji turned cold and said, "I don't understand human speech."

When it was dark, Zhang Zhi turned off the fire, scooped up stream water to wash away the traces on the bank, found a large leaf to wrap the rabbit, and walked back to the cave silently.With nothing to do after dark, Zhang Zhi lay down in her own open space very consciously.The night in the mountains was very strange, and there was a sound like weeping and howling from a distance.Zhang Ji lay down slowly beside the entrance of the cave, and suddenly had nothing to say: "Do you know what this sound is?"

"It's a monkey," Zhang Zhi said, "Monkey and Rakshasa gave birth to six little monkeys in Zedang, who are our ancestors."

Zhang Ji turned over and said harshly, "It's fine if you're a monkey, don't take me with you." After thinking for a while, he said, "This is a mountain ghost."

"What is a mountain ghost?" Zhang Zhi asked.

"There is a kind of female spirit in the mountains who rides tigers and leopards," Zhang Ji thought. "Many scholars couldn't stand their temptation, so they were sucked dry and died."

Zhang Zhi thought of his father for no reason, and didn't answer.Zhang Ji said again: "If I die, don't be tempted by them."

Zhang Ji made an exception this evening and said a lot of nonsense, which made Zhang Zhi vaguely uneasy and sad.He felt that he should comfort his grandfather, so he said: "This mountain is the descendant of Anima Qing, and will protect all things."

"What is Anima Qing, who can have this kind of ability," Zhang Ji disdainfully.

Zhang Zhi was not annoyed, and explained softly: "Anima Qing is the soul of the ancestors."

"Then tell them to protect you," Zhang Ji said, "I'll leave you alone."

During the past few days with Zhang Ji day and night, Zhang Zhi has gradually figured out his temper; knowing that he is fierce on the surface, but in fact he will not really abandon him and leave.He followed Zhang Ji and said, "That's okay, I'm not a scholar. Mountain ghosts will never come to seduce me."

This sentence was very useful to Zhang Ji, he suppressed his throat and laughed "hoho", his voice was very hoarse.