Tianshan Yihuan

【Guan Gen and Lin Yue climbed out of the cave by chance, but found themselves in a place that couldn't exist at all.

An ancient town, located at the foot of the Tianshan Mountains, named Yitao Town, where every family runs a fabric business. 】

"Tick, tick..."

The sound of water droplets lingered in my ears.

The glare of the sun came in, and I struggled to open my eyes, and my vision was all white.The halo is like a laser pointer in the hands of a naughty child, making me dizzy.

Supporting my upper body with my hands, I shook my head and sat quietly for a long time before I began to look at the surrounding environment.

The layout is simple, the windows are bright and clean, and the style may be before the Shang Dynasty. I really can't figure out where such a room would be located.

Someone opened the dark red curtain of the side door and quietly entered.

Lin Yue stepped in with clothes that looked like the relics of the ancestors in his hand, with a blank expression on his face.

I stared blankly into his eyes, and after a long time, I woke up from those bottomless black pupils.

"Put this on. There are some things we should talk about." He said in a calm tone, but his words were tight.Only then did I take another look at the young man I met that morning.

He is wearing a black crocheted straight train similar to the ones he gave me, which is very good and has advanced to the Han Dynasty.After I put on the same crescent white clothes, the scene of standing side by side with Yang Hai in the oasis lake deep in the desert suddenly flashed in my mind a few months ago.

Coming out of that hut, I didn't see the ancestors I imagined. The moment I opened the curtain, what fell into my sight was a white scenery.My intuition tells me that this may be a town in the snow-capped mountains like Medog.

Thick snow covered such an ancient town.The ancient houses with carved beams and painted buildings, mottled murals on the powder walls and sides of wooden beams, incomplete portraits, flowers, birds, fish and insects, silently tell the prosperity of the past.

The sculptures of alien animals on the ridge of the roof quietly face the distant snow-capped mountains. Ragged ice edges hang from the corners of the raised eaves. The weak daylight here makes these works of art made of ice and snow less dazzling.

"There is no one alive here." He stated the fact to me.

I thought I would be surprised, in fact, I seem to have become accustomed to these "surprises" that often appear in my life.

"I also don't think there will be any living people here." I said with a smile.

So the conversation came to an abrupt end.

There are no living people, it does not mean that there is no soul of the ancestors here.I thought so as I looked at the end of the small road in front of me that extended to the entrance of the alley, and an old man pushing a wheelbarrow full of silk satin was strolling towards us.

"I'm wondering if my life, everything I've experienced now and before is all a dream I imagined. These people who appeared in my dreams, although each one seems so real, but this It could also be a dream, right? Do you know? Ever since I thought I was Wu Xie, I have never had any dreams, and, I know, Wu Xie is the same, he never dreams "..." Like venting, like pouring beans into a bamboo tube, I spit out a bunch of meaningless words, I don't care if Lin Yue is a qualified listener, at this time, there is someone listening silently beside me I said it was great luck.

"No one can distinguish reality from dreams." He may have been unable to respond to my sudden long series of words, and there was a slight confusion in his eyes, but this situation was fleeting, and his eyes recovered. Into the original calm.

That's right, there is nothing anyone can do about it, God also has dreams.

When we followed the old man to the so-called City Lord's Mansion, my only thought might be to find Zhang Qiling.As for whether he is in this magical place, my intuition tells me that he is.

The narrow bluestone road, powdery snow particles, are easily blown by the wind on this ancient road.

After going around for a long time, what finally appeared in front of us was a temple standing halfway up the snow-capped mountain.

The old man nodded to us, then he pushed the cart away and disappeared.

There may be thousands of steps from the platform where we are to the gate of the temple. I turned my head and glanced at Lin Yue beside me. His expression was indifferent and his facial features were like sculptures.

No one spoke, and we took the first step up the stone steps at the same time.

The road is too long, the cold surrounds me, and the cold wind penetrates into my skin from every gap in the clothes.

Tired, immobile legs.I guess now every muscle in me is like a slender silk thread being stretched by a strange force, stretched to the limit, and at this moment only tingling pain comes from all over the body.

As I walked, Lin Yue walked in front of me. At first, it was only a few steps away, and then it became farther and farther away.Finally, in the howling wind and snow, I could no longer see his back.At that time, I couldn't tell the difference between pain and painless, and I lifted my legs mechanically, trying to walk to the end of this world.

Such an experience is so close to death that my fingertips are almost touching the wings of death.

snow.

In the first year of Yuanshuo, there was a blizzard in Xijing.

Countless houses were crushed by the heavy snow in the capital, and livestock and poultry were not spared either.

The caravans far away in the Western Regions have gotten used to the colder winter here than in the Central Plains. The camel caravan, loaded with silk and porcelain, slowly walked into Yitao Town, the last station in the vast world after entering the snow-capped mountains.

This small town was built at the southeast foot of Congling Ridge, and most of the residents were immigrants from the south, who were attracted by people from the Western Regions because they were familiar with distinguishing the quality of silk.

However, they all knew that they were just untouchables exiled by the Han court.

Immigrants without a sense of belonging put all their hard work and energy on the gorgeous silk. They even found a better substitute than silk and created the famous ice silk satin.

They will always miss their hometown, which they have forgotten. It is a fertile land, and the warm rain waters the full rice...

I don't know when it started, the blood of evil awakened deep in their hearts.

The emergence of ice silk satin turned the small settlement into a prosperous market town, where merchants from all over the world exchanged goods with each other, and bought the unique ice silk satin at a low price before leaving.

It is said that wearing a cloak made of ice silk satin can prolong life, which drove the rich and powerful who heard the news into madness.

Suddenly, there was no ice silk satin in the market anymore in this town, and people searched every corner of the place, but found nothing.

Local officials ordered the arrest of these southern immigrants on charges of possession of heavy goods.

When the officers and soldiers broke open the door of the first small workshop, they were stunned by the cruel and crazy scene in front of them.

There is a faint aroma of ice silk in the air.

The children who were frozen in the ice in the yard, their skin was purple, and a long catheter came out of their mouths and then came out.

On the wooden rack in front of the wing room, countless silk threads are hanging to dry.

No one could speak.

The author has something to say:

☆, wake up from the big dream