[Original God_Zhong Li's personal orientation] Changhe

The fisherman walking along the shore has aged for many years. His face has a rock-like outline, and he is holding a tattered fishing net in his hand. It doesn't seem to matter whether he wears a pair of shoes on his feet. He walks in the muddy water.Behind the old man, followed another old man, an old jade craftsman from Qingcezhuang, walking on the slightly dry muddy ground with nothing in his hand.

The two old men walked slowly, slowly and silently, like two cypress trees being swept by the rolling river.

In addition to their two old cypress trees, there are still a few stone beasts soaking in the long river. There are traces of the mud soup drying up on the stone beasts, and a thin layer of yellow mud crust has condensed on the surface of the rock.The red cloth smeared by the mud was still hanging around the neck of the stone beast. The red color was no longer red, as if it had melted into the earth.

In fact, there was a young man behind them, but the young man couldn't get into the conversation of the two old men.

It was a young blacksmith who came out of Liyue Port. He reached out and pulled his collar.In the summer of Liyue, the river bank is hot and humid, and mosquitoes are flying around.

The fisherman stopped, looked around, and talked about the old story.

The old man who fished for a living said: In some corners of Liyue, the ancient stone beasts we saw in front of us will wake up in the cold autumn night, look around this world that is gradually becoming strange, listen to and respond to this land. The frogs on the ground croaked and insects croaked, and they let out a vicissitudes of life from their petrified throats.Then, they will walk slowly on the land of Liyue, inspecting the land that they once guarded.

The old jade craftsman opened his hands, holding a wide hand, as if he was holding a carving knife.

But his hands were empty, and he added: "It is said that these stone beasts are fairy beasts who have followed the emperor in battle, some of them went to the mountains and forests, and some begged the emperor to turn his body into an eternal rock, so as to protect the land of Liyue for a long time. "

Behind them, the young blacksmith said: "I only know that there are indeed many stone beasts on the land of Liyue, but aren't they built by Liyue people for the sake of good weather and stable rocks?"

It was like being splashed with a ladle of water from the back of the neck on a hot summer day. The fisherman shook his body and was amused by the words. Is the rock stable?"

Then, the fisherman raised one foot, stepped on the mud on the river bank, and said mockingly: "Man, I am so insatiable."

Before the blacksmith tried to refute, the old man who carved the jade said lightly: "There are many times in the history of Liyue. There are records about earthquakes. But that doesn't refer to this kind. Blast through, these guys who don't listen to advice will destroy this place sooner or later."

As soon as he finished speaking, the ground under his feet trembled violently, shaking and bumping, and the three of them were poured back and forth like gravel in a bottle.

After a long while, the terrifying scene of the earth shaking and the mountains shaking can be regarded as stopped.

The two old men raised their heads, the mountain in front of them was still green like this, and the sunrise was still the one with only one head.That stupid blacksmith of the Han family is still the same stupid.

The old jade craftsman hissed: "Look, blowing up a hole in the mountain with explosives is not destroying the mountain? It is said that the jade veins have spirits. The beautiful jade in this mountain has been frightened away, and it will not grow again. .”

"The rocks cracked, the rubble fell into the river, and the fish scattered in all directions. Like children without a home, they couldn't find their way home. Even those of us who lived by the river couldn't catch fish. At my age, I can’t go to sea.” The fisherman tightened his hand holding the fishing net, “I got up this morning, and there were no fish in the net, but broken rocks. Sharp stones pierced my net, but I have no choice. I will move those stones out and put them on the shore. Lord Yan, does Lord Yan know these things?"

The blacksmith whose feet were submerged in muddy water whispered, "But this is what the Liyue Seven Stars... those adults mean. It will be more convenient when the road is cleared, and everyone won't have to go over the mountains. This is not destroying the mountains." ah."

"The stones have nowhere to go and fall into the river. This year, the water level of the Bishui River is so much higher." The fisherman stepped on the mud again. "I walked on this road in previous years, and it was all dry here."

Hearing his words, the jade craftsman threw away the freshly lit tobacco in his hand and watched the fire gradually extinguished by the muddy water.The old man raised his head and said, "Xian Dianyi will be invited soon, Lord Yan will take care of it."

The young blacksmith didn't answer either. He remembered that a few days ago, he brought a vermilion "firewood stick" to the master of the Hall of Rebirth on the "Hanfeng Ironware" shop.A lively girl with plum blossoms on the brim of her hat, she said she hoped to recast the Goma Staff, only that it was almost time to use it.When she said this, she didn't have the happy look on her face as usual, everything was very light.

Han's blacksmith said yes, no problem.Their ancestors have been Liyue's "Han clan" for generations, and they are all Liyue's craftsmen.

On the land of Liyue, there is no weapon that he cannot repair. As long as it is a utensil born by the hands of Liyue craftsmen, it will leave traces in his blood.

Even this goma stick that communicates life and death, past and future.

Even if Master Hu said that he wanted to use "the purest things in the world" to repair it, the blacksmith was willing to give it a try.

The old jade craftsman didn't continue talking.He squatted down and stroked a rock brought by the river.He has also been living with jade minerals for generations. The mountains of Liyue not only have jade veins for survival, but also the bones of relatives.The land where his flesh and blood are rooted is his hometown.But here everything is changing and everything is being destroyed.

The old man cursed suddenly: "This is the retribution of being skinned and eaten sooner or later."

The fisherman ignored him, but the fisherman knew that the jade craftsman was talking about snakes.A thing without bones, a thing that can only crawl on the ground with its heels torn off.

The young man opened his mouth and objected because of some thoughts: "This is for the future."

"The future, the future?" one of the old men repeated, "I can't see the so-called future."

The better-tempered jade craftsman bid farewell to the two of them first, saying that he wanted to find out if there were any good jade veins in the mountains.The wordless fisherman left second, looking for a place to mend his nets.While the blacksmith stood there, looking at the river water that was no longer clean and clear, he also wanted to go to the mountains to find "the purest thing in the world".

When turning around to leave, the blacksmith had some associations with "pure things": for example, in the legend, the rock king Dijun cut out a long knife handle with gold amber without impurities.

Is there really impurity-free Kimber in the world?

One must know that even in the collection of Lord Ningguang in the "Liyue Seven Stars", the stone amber she holds has lines inscribed on the rocks.

"some."

Others' answers were as light as a bird's feather, slowly falling on the blacksmith's shoulders.

A man in a white robe stood barefoot under the tree, holding on to the trunk, answering the blacksmith's question.

When the sun in this land has not yet fully risen, in the drowsy world, only the man's eyes are shining like golden amber, shining like sparks when forging soldiers.

For Liyue people, the existence of immortals has never been unique to stories.Since their childhood, immortals and gods have always accompanied this land.

When the man in white robe appeared, the blacksmith realized this: this was his "fairy fate".

Just like: Grandma Ping in Liyuegang staring at Yujingtai for a long time, a girl with antlers running in the streets and alleys to mediate, and a huge boulder salvaged every month.

The blacksmith made a salute, trying to keep his voice steady: "Immortal, I seek the purest thing in the world to recast a weapon. Does the immortal know where it is?"

The white-robed man was standing by the tree, with a jade pendant hanging around his waist. He was puzzled by the blacksmith's question. The man asked: "What you are asking for is not for yourself, why?"

"Being entrusted by others, it is natural to be loyal to others." The blacksmith replied in a deep voice.He does not seek foreign wealth and longevity, but only seeks what can be called "pure" in the vast world.

He suddenly smiled, scratched his head, and added with some embarrassment: "Actually, I don't want anything now. My life is good enough. When what Qixing said is realized in the future, my life may be different." Even better. It’s just something Hall Master Hu told me, I really don’t have a clue.”

So the man raised his hand and pointed to the mountain behind him.

"Make a contract," he said, "there is something in the mountains that the world is looking for. If you find it, the contract will be fulfilled, and you will be promised what you want and want."

The blacksmith looked up, and the green hill was shrouded in white mist, like a pile of ashes wet with ink.

"What should I do if I lose my way on the way, encounter misfortune in the world, and encounter evil and misfortune?" asked the blacksmith.

The man lowered his eyes and answered him, as if answering to anyone in the world through him: "Know back."

"What if I insist on seeking the purest things in the world?"

The man replied: "Confirm the contract, and climb high, and ask the mountain."

When the man said these words, a boy opened his eyes at the top of the mountain.Those were a pair of eyes whose color was like the golden stone in the mountains.

"Go up the mountain." After saying this, the god disappeared under the tree.Before leaving, those golden eyes stared at the blacksmith's back. In the originally empty pannier, there was a long red staff. The staff was looming, and soon disappeared like a god.

The blacksmith couldn't know what had happened in his pan, so he continued to carry the empty pan, and bowed down to thank the tree. The immortal was no longer there, so he still thanked him, and then prepared to go up the mountain.

Across the tree, at the foot of the mountain, the blacksmith saw a golden jue resting on a rock.From his eyesight, it could be seen that this cup was made of high-purity gold, such a purity could be called a divine creation, and there was still wine swaying in the gold cup.

He didn't want to touch the cup, he just squatted down and looked at it.

The sun was getting higher and higher, and the sun opened the curtain of the night.And when the blacksmith squatted down to check, the sunlight splashed on the wine.

Hundreds of years later, when the people of Liyue talk about the past of the calamity era again, they will mention an unknown Yaksha and talk about the past of the Qianyan Army in the past.The Qianyan Army was originally a force formed spontaneously by the followers of the Emperor Yanwang. It can be traced back to the completion of the port city.Under the banner of Lord Yan and Liyue, they advance and retreat together, never giving up.

Standing shoulder to shoulder with Yaksha to resist the Qianyan army from the abyss, the soldiers who were cut off said, "Qianyan is firm, and the mountains will not move. Thousands of cities are armored, calming demons and evils."Then they also drank fine wine with gold cups. They toasted the loving and majestic Rock King for the last time, and then rushed into the abyss without hesitation.

And the marigold in front of the blacksmith, the picture on the liquor, finally stopped on the edge of the cliff.

On the cliff, the person who should be toppled by the rocks closed his eyes, the wind passed by him, the white robe fluttered with the wind, and the thousands of rocks in the world were silent.

The blacksmith blinked again, and the Jin Jue was still the same Jin Jue, but there was no trace of alcohol in it.It is a wine cup that has gone through a hundred years, and it has never been broken or rusted.

"Can this thing be pure?" the blacksmith asked himself.

The green hills are majestic and the breeze blows slowly.

"Pure. But I can't take it away." The blacksmith answered himself.

He stood up and crossed the rock where Jin Jue was placed, and this first step finally reached the foot of the mountain.

After he left, the wine gushed out again from the Jin Jue who was left alone.

The scene on top of the wine was the scene of the golden-eyed boy trying to dig a rock on the top of the mountain.The white robe on the young man was longer than his figure, and it was dragged on the ground, but he didn't care about it.This white robe occupies most of the screen.

The blacksmith walked to the foot of the mountain. There was a pond at the foot of the mountain. Sitting on a slender fist stone by the pond was a woman, dressed in a slender black robe, with a jade tablet hanging around her waist, and her eyes shone like golden amber.

The woman told him to stop, and sat on the rock and chatted with him about every vein and every jade mine in Liyue.Talking about the wonders of heaven and earth is like talking about sisters, and talking about beautiful jade and gold stones is like talking about your beloved daughter.Although it seldom talks about humanistic customs and the principles of dealing with people, the rest can be regarded as Hebi Suizhu.

She talked about the night stone in the world, a very rare special ore that glows faintly in the quiet dark night.It is said that it is a rare gemstone condensed by the elements flowing between heaven and earth in the mutation.

Talking about the stone amber that the blacksmith once thought about, it is said that this rare spar formed by the condensation of extremely pure rock elements is often associated with other minerals, and the world calls it "the heart of rock".

The woman shared her experience and told the blacksmith how to distinguish the good ore.Those knowledge are the content that the Han family, who is a family of craftsmen, can't learn from the world.

During the conversation, the woman's hand touched the jade tablet and asked him: "Is what I said pure?"

The blacksmith said seriously: "Pure, but I still can't take it away."

"Why? This knowledge is enough to make you rich for a lifetime, and can even shade your family." The woman took off the jade plaque on her waist and held it in her hand. series of weapons, and later broke through the shackles and updated the weapons of the Black Rock series. Now, because the Yun family is still high above the Liyue Seven Stars, the Han family that once stood shoulder to shoulder with it has been reduced to the fate of blacksmithing on the street. ?"

The blacksmith replied: "I am a craftsman, and this is worth it. This is not the purity I am looking for. I will not ask for anything other than the contract."

The woman stopped looking at him and said in a tone of recalling the past: "There was once a jade craftsman in Mingyun Town. It’s done. If a customer had ordered a portrait of a hunter conquering a beast, he’d probably have received a fleeing boar.”

The past, any past event in the world is unforgettable for anyone.It has the properties of a rock, some indestructible, some brittle.

"He did not get punished for doing so because he complied with the contract and produced works with reasonable grounds."

"Others asked him why it was not a portrait of a hunter, and the jade craftsman replied: Even if a hunter who is conquering a beast does not show his face, his heroic spirit will make the beast frightened."

"If a customer orders a jade carving of a high-ranking person, they will probably receive a gorgeous throne. If you look into it, the answer is roughly the same: a high-ranking person has only held power for a hundred years, and he may not be as powerful as the seat itself. Come live long."

"And one day, someone asked him for a jade tablet with the portrait of King Yan engraved on it."

"The guest said, but you can't carve the face of the rock god out of imagination, you must use what you have seen with your own eyes as a template to carve a real portrait of the rock king. Otherwise, I won't pay a mora."

Holding the jade tablet in her hand, the woman continued to say, "The two agreed that the term will be three days."

On the first day, the jade craftsman only cared about feasting and discussing with his friends.Any entrustment will not be accepted.

On the second day, the jade craftsman went out to climb the mountain to visit jade, and did not receive any guests all day long.

On the third day, the jade craftsman began to carve the rough jade behind closed doors, and from early morning until late at night, he finally completed it in one go.

She handed the jade tablet in front of the blacksmith. The sacred tablet carved from beautiful jade was exactly the image of a woman.

She repeated on the stone the answer of the jade craftsman a hundred years ago:

On the first day, I asked all the wise and learned people, and learned how the principle of the rock king works.But this is just the skeleton.

On the second day, I went to the mountain in person and spent a whole day observing the rocks, listening to the growth of the elements, and speculating on the creation of the rock king, but this is just flesh and blood.

On the third day, I covered my eyes and carved and cut the rough jade as I wished, starting and stopping as I wished.This is the soul.

The black-robed woman raised her finger to herself, and asked, "Master of the Han family, do you think I am the emperor of Yan Wang? Is the answer given by the jade craftsman correct?"

The blacksmith returned the jade tablet, shook his head, and replied, "I don't know. But there are so many people in the world. Maybe I haven't seen anyone who has this knowledge. If you are Lord Yan, then I would like to thank you You. If not, I still want to thank you for being willing to tell me these things."

"Gravel falls into the river, making the river turbid, but time will pass. After a period of time, the gravel will be deposited, the river will be clear again, and the fish will come back and forth," the woman said. "After the passage is formed, the mountain The rocks will be stabilized again, and the mountains and valleys will coexist with people in a new way.”

She said: "Liyue, it is a place destined to be accompanied by mountains and rocks."

The woman played with the jade tablet and did not give the blacksmith a chance to answer. She smiled and said, "As for these questions, it's not yet time to ask the mountain. Let's go up the mountain, to a farther and higher place."

Their conversation lasted all day.From sunrise to now almost sunset.

The high mountains cover the sun, sinking a line of bright red.The blacksmith blinked again, and there was no trace of the other party in front of the pond. The clear water in the pond reflected the soft red clouds, and there were a few moras at the bottom of the clear spring, which quickly disappeared with the water.

Those Mora were picked up by someone. It was a man with a big sword on his back. The big sword had no sheath and no front, and there was a faint light.

"Are you going up the mountain?" the man asked him.

The blacksmith nodded yes.

"I advise you to turn back when you are lost. This mountain is not something ordinary people like you can climb." The swordsman sneered.

As if seeing through his thoughts, the swordsman continued: "This is Liyue, but this is not the Liyue you think."

"What do you mean?" The blacksmith was taken aback for a moment.

"Let's go to a high place and ask the mountain," the swordsman began to practice his sword, saying, "The way of the sword is difficult, and you can only see the end if you persevere. The same is true for you. Keep going when you are ready." He is also a weirdo. Only after sunset did sword practice begin.The swordsman likes to wander the mountains and fields during the day, always saying that the beautiful scenery in the world is not enough.

When the blacksmith was making fun of himself and taking a step forward, he suddenly heard the swordsman behind him declaring loudly: "You must remember my name, my name is Gu Hua, and I will become the greatest swordsman in the world!"

Those Mora were thrown by Gu Hua, and the blacksmith caught them in embarrassment.

The swordsman waved goodbye to the blacksmith, full of chivalry, walking in the mountains and forests with a sword in his hand, his robes were hanging down, and his eyes were sharp.

From the foot of the mountain to the mountainside, the blacksmith heard the voice of someone speaking, low, slow, and lonely, as if mixed with the tears of all beings.

"After this flood, we have to leave from Guiliyuan. The dangers and trials facing a piece of land are far more than we thought. Severe drought, flood, heavy rain, hurricane, earthquake, tsunami, fire, severe disease... ..."

"I have split into thousands of incarnations and lit the stoves of every family in the wilderness."

"And after the flood receded, I also accompanied all sentient beings across the barren plains to the current port, built houses and lit fires..."

This section of the road is very lonely, except for this voice, there is nothing else.Even if the green hills are still there, the green trees are evergreen, the mountains and rocks are silent, and everything is desolate.

When the blacksmith almost reached the mountainside, when he looked back, the sun had already set.There is no light in the world, and the evening crows can't find their way.

There are fires on both sides of the road, just like the first night light in the world is also lit up in this gesture.The way the blacksmith climbed the mountain was also illuminated.

The fire was behind the blacksmith, and the light made the shadow extremely long.The shadow arrived halfway up the mountain ahead of the blacksmith.

Beside him is the lamp that is often seen on the side of the mountain road, and it is called "the lamp for retreating evil spirits" by everyone.Legend has it that a certain yaksha once pretended to be a traveling merchant, carried a bag, hung two lanterns from a shoulder pole, and traveled at night in dangerous places to lure evil spirits and kill them.

But what about the years before this Yaksha?

He thought of the voice that accompanied him through the lonely mountain road, so who is guarding us?

The blacksmith wanted to know the answer so eagerly, so he raised his head and asked the mountain: "I would like to climb the mountain to find out the purity in the fire."

At the end of his shadow, the man in white robe held a small lamp and looked straight into his eyes.

"Why? This is not what you asked for. You don't have to know the answer."

The blacksmith whispered: "I want to know who has been watching over us."

After the contract was concluded, the man explained to him: "In this land, there is a forgotten god."

"He dedicated all his strength and intellect to the earth, trying to make the rock permanent and the weather smooth. He told the rock king the emperor the mystery of the dishes and the fire that brought happiness."

And the voice that accompanied the blacksmith through the mountain road arrived here along the footsteps of the craftsman, and began to tell about the past: "When the first batch of ancestors arrived here and started to reclaim wasteland, they built a stove with stones and used The stones collided with each other and started a fire. With fire, people can cook, and with hot food and food, people have the strength to work.”

The man said: "These all come from the "stone", so what all living beings say is the gift of Lord Yan. "

The man said negatively: "No. Only when the emperor knows the mystery of the furnace fire through this god can he create flint and steel."

"This is the purest stove fire in the world, and it is also the forging fire you use to forge soldiers. It is so pure..." The man pointed to the fire, and also pointed to the voice in the fire.

Knowing the answer, the blacksmith looked at the fire and replied: "The journey to the mountain is long, I won't take it away. He should continue to illuminate the darkness here."

That voice came leisurely down the wind, and said to the craftsman of the Han family: "Then what I'm going to say next is the most important thing. In life, you have to have a full belly to go on your way."

This gust of wind pushes the blacksmith forward, stepping into the mountainside, and the blacksmith will become a climber according to the contract.

"Eating and drinking can be small or big. If it's small, you can taste it with a handful of corn and drink water from the spring on a stone; if it's big..." As the blacksmith walked away, the voice gradually disappeared.

When the people who were walking continued to go to the mountainside, the man in white robe who stayed where he was was staring at the fire, listening to the sound, and remained silent for a long time.

When the flame gradually dimmed, a bear-like guy was revealed, and the bear that fell out of the flame fell asleep on the ground.The man in white robe smiled when he saw this, put down the lamp in his hand, picked it up, put it in the shrine among the rocks, and then put the lamp beside the shrine.

Like a layer of snow falling on our shoulders, the vast expanse of whiteness.On the shoulders of the blacksmith, on the shoulders of men in white robes, and on the bellies of bears sleeping in shrines.Under the moonlight of heaven and earth, human beings and gods all sleep in the same window of moonlight.Those who remember and those who cannot remember also rely on the same mountains and rivers.

From here to the mountainside, the moonlight is soft and floating white.Looking back, the flames could no longer be seen.But the lights on the side of the mountain road were always on, illuminating his way.

The mountain-climbing blacksmith rested on the rock. At that moment, he looked up and saw a man in a black robe standing on the mountainside.

The man was waiting for him, the blacksmith realized.

He set off quickly and continued to move forward, and saw a house on the mountainside.

The blacksmith knocked on the door and was allowed to go in. When he opened the door, he saw a man in black robe sitting behind the desk with red paper and scissors in his hand.

The candle flame was as small as a bean, and the red shadow of the red paper stuck to the man's face, not as deep as the crimson in front of his eyes.

There are already many cut-out works on the desk, not like the ordinary paper-cuts in Liyue Street, but the silhouettes of people.

The paper used for paper-cutting is softer than white paper, and half of it hangs down in the hand, like the wet beach of Liyue in the rainy season, which collapses on the table.The man didn't care, he still cut it slowly and meticulously.

The man remained silent, as if he had nothing to say to the blacksmith.

The blacksmith apologized, put down the basket, and went out the door.

An old man was sitting under the eaves, smoking a pipe.The calluses on the old man's hands show that he is also a craftsman, but he is getting old.

"The people on this mountain, living, dead, active, and dying, their love, hatred, and sorrow are all rooted in this land."

"And these people we call mortals have weak blood, but they are also strong."

"It seems that there are many examples where what looks like this is not the same in reality. It is often said that the rocks in the world are indestructible, but they will be smashed to pieces when they are shot down from the top of the mountain; ;It is often said that the long rainbow in the sky will never end, but the emperor will penetrate the rainbow at that moment."

"You see this mountain, is it this mountain?" The old man with a pipe in his hand bowed his head and hands, turned the pipe around, and knocked it on the bluestone steps.

The craftsman of the Han family didn't speak. He looked up at the moon and then down at the old man.

Then the younger one looked the older one straight in the eyes.

"I saw the mountain in your eyes," said the young man, "so now I'm thinking, can I really climb it?"

The old man laughed because of this sentence, smashed his mouth, and said slowly with a puff of smoke: "The emperor has a good saying, those who break their promises should be punished by eating rocks."

The old man exhaled smoke and continued: "When I was young, I devoted myself to studying the scriptures, with the intention of crossing Sumeru and practicing the greatest wisdom. One day, I got a sundial by chance, and I played with it day after day. See a flaw."

"So I decided not to be a master, but to become a craftsman and challenge the master of this heavenly tool."

"The mountain you see is just a heavenly avenue that I see."

The old man said slowly: "Even the ancient and eternal rocks will disintegrate in a long time and turn into gravel and dust. And we, generation after generation, will walk on the Tiangong Avenue, trying to climb over this mountain. So am I, and so are you."

"Young students, think about it carefully, whether you should continue climbing the mountain, or retreat in the face of difficulties," the old man exhaled smoke, "Look at your embarrassed appearance, how dare you agree to repair that goma stick."

Han's blacksmith went back to the house with a sad face.

"Sleep." The man said to him.There are no superfluous words.

When he fell asleep, the scissors in the black-robed man's hands didn't stop, and continued to outline the human figure.The candlelight is small, reflecting the high mountains, the broad sea, the breeze and the bright moon, all of which are converged into shapes in the hands of the man.

That night, the blacksmith had a dream, in which he had reached the top of the mountain.But in the dream, it was a very sad thing, and he couldn't remember what it was.It's just that when he opened his eyes, the sunlight outside the window was soft, and his tears flowed out as soon as the light pierced him.

The man in black robe remained silent, still cutting paper.

The height of the stack of finished products does not seem to have changed, as if it has always been so much.

The blacksmith who has become a climber gets up according to the contract.He didn't want to think about that sad dream any more.

On the mountainside, he met a woman watching clouds and said: She used to be very scared. Looking at flowers in the most prosperous place in the world, she was also very afraid of watching clouds in the world.

"Looking at the clouds among the clouds is a very lonely thing, but that is just the loneliness of looking at the clouds alone."

"But in the world, when looking at flowers or clouds, what you see is the loneliness that inhuman things can't live in. But I'm not afraid now."

She stood up after a while, and let out a long breath.

She said: goodbye.

waving.

This goodbye is not for me.thought the climber.

He didn't even have to look back, there was only the mountain behind him.

——Later, he understood the meaning of this sentence.

It was because there were already people she was familiar with walking in the world.Like an icebreaker on a river in early spring, moving forward inch by inch, opening up the future of immortals inch by inch; like the emperor who was always ahead in the past years, the Qianyan Army will always follow him.

This worldly road... She is no longer alone.

The swordsman practicing sword at the foot of the mountain, how is his swordsmanship now?

The climber remembered this question.The swordsman said that he wanted to become the best swordsman in the world.

The swordsman said: The way of swordsmanship is difficult, and only by persevering can we see the end.

The person who decided to climb the mountain suddenly smiled, as if he was talking to himself, or as if he was saying to Gao Shan: "The swordsman said that he is not afraid of walking alone, because walking...you can see those masters in the past."

"So I'm not afraid of climbing alone."

"Whether it's the Great Way of Heaven or the end of the pure things you seek, people who live in this world for a lifetime may not necessarily have what happened to me. Come and go, you have to go."

He rubbed his face, made a smile, and repeated Li Yue's famous line through the ages: "Hey... it's all here!"

When he returned to the house, the man in the black robe was still cutting paper.

"Don't you want to rest for a while?" The man put the cut paper in his hand into the pile of finished products, and the height did not change.

Then the man took a new piece of red paper and held it in his hand.

"I'm afraid that if I rest for too long, I will forget the way back." The person who wanted to climb the mountain sat down and looked at the other person's paper cutting, "A swordsman at the foot of the mountain told me that this is not Liyue, but this is also Liyue. "

The other party cut paper very slowly, very slowly, without pre-drawn lines, but still able to cut out the desired shape, because what the black-robed man made was just "memory".

For every memory of a person, a piece of paper is cut out.A silhouette of a person is the whole life of the person he recalls.

For mortals, all the past in this land is unimaginable.

"This is the mountain of Dijun's memory. This is Liyue, but this is not Liyue. This is the Liyue in Dijun's memory." The black-robed man said.

People in the world are bound by various things, they call it "fetters".Those threads entangled with fate are densely connected, stumbling the heels of people's progress.So people talk about the bygone years, and they stop.

And the Rock King Emperor, who bears all the memories on the ancient land, is exactly such an "unmovable mountain".

Han's blacksmith asked: "Is there a day when people can see the scenery of the sky?" He was asking about the end of this heavenly road.

The man picked up the moras from his hand. These moras were obtained at the foot of the mountain. At this time, it was a proof of a contract. He replied: "For you, you have reached the mountainside, and you can look back. .”

He asked again: "Does the moonlight here never change?" Will the moonlight shrouding the earth always look like this?Just like Emperor Yan, will he always protect Liyue?

The man replied: "Then raise your head, then stretch out your hand, then open your palm, and let the moonlight flow in the palm lines."

He finally asked: "I have a weird doubt, don't be angry when Dijun hears this... Is Dijun the purest thing in the world?"

The man paused in the paper-cutting movement, then burst out laughing, and said, "Look straight ahead, I'm right in front of you."

The blacksmith, craftsman of the Han family, and climber, got the answer, put his back on his back, said goodbye, opened the door and left.

The black-robed man sitting behind the desk smiled. He kept recalling and cutting papers. He remembered all the living beings on this land, and also remembered them who passed away.Whether it is a person who is going to the destiny, or a god who has been forgotten, he will remember.

From the mountainside to the top of the mountain, the people I saw coming and going, they all have one thing in common: they all have the eyes of God.

"Only in this place, so high, can the gods see us." One of them replied.

Another said: "It is because of my destiny that I am here that I am here."

In addition to the group of God's Eye holders, the person standing on the edge of the columnar rock is much more abrupt from a distance.

The climber took a closer look, only to find that it was an acquaintance.

The Ke Qing in the Hall of Rebirth is actually on the mountain of Emperor Yan's memories, no... the climber thinks about it, in fact, the Emperor can remember everything in this land, and it is normal for Ke Qing to appear here.

The Keqing of Xiangshengtang held a sweet-scented osmanthus in his hand, and he quietly looked at the white clouds and soft mist in the mountains.

For a while, Zhong left the mouth, as if he couldn't see the climber, and said to himself: "In fact, this mountain has a valley, but no one can see it. There is a tree in the valley, which is called Fulong tree by the world."

The climber realized that he seemed to be unable to see himself, so he said in a complaining tone: "I only want to seek the pure things in the world, so why did I end up on this mountain somehow." Even if the other party can't hear it, it doesn't seem to matter.

The two talked about their own things, and the topics were completely different, but there was no conflict.Ke Qing talked about the legend about the King of Rock, about the former Dragon King Ruo Tuo, about the sea in Liyue, and finally, he mentioned the people in Liyue.And the blacksmith of the Han family told about the bizarre scenes he encountered along the way, about his contract with the man in white robe, about the woman by the pond,