The mountains and rivers are quiet and broad

In Xu Qingfeng's impression, his father Xu Kuining was always gentle and good-tempered.He would laugh at him and the other children, tell stories, and speak the truth slowly, without being harsh.

And the mother is even more gentle, always quietly by the side, every time I see my father and mother getting along, I can always feel the unceasing feelings like a stream.The so-called steady flow of water also made him feel at ease.

But beneath the surface, there is always something unknown.

During the journey from the south of the river to the capital, Xu Kuining told Xu Qingfeng a long story.

Hundreds of years ago, in the east of the mainland, there lived many tribes. Each tribe kept a certain distance from each other. They did not interfere with each other. They were bounded by forests, mountains and rivers. A very peaceful and harmonious day.

In a place with distinct seasons and fertile land, there lived a tribe with the largest population and wealth—the Zhou family.

In this tribe, there is the most powerful wizard on the mainland, who can know the past and the future. You need to consult the wizard for all matters in the clan, and you can decide whether it is good or bad.

One year, the spring came very late, and when the spring finally came, people sang and danced, celebrated day and night, and sowed the seeds of grain with great anticipation.

But this year, there was a severe drought, the grains died in the fields, and the water was getting less and less. The old people and children in the ethnic group couldn't bear it any longer. place.

The place where there is water is far away. The Zhou family has traveled a long way and met many tribes that they have never interacted with. The team going south gradually grew stronger.

As we went south, the air became more humid and the land became more fertile, but the wizard became more and more worried and ordered to stop his progress.

The wizard said: You can't go anymore, there is a catastrophe ahead.

People asked the wizard in fear, what's the matter, can't they find a place to call home after traveling so long?

The wizard shook his head: There is a terrible tribe further south of the southernmost river. Their prophet accidentally released a terrible evil spirit, and there will be a catastrophe in the world.

People whispered in panic: what disaster?

The wizard's usually expressionless face became tragic: floods and beasts rushed, accompanied by the scorching sun, and perhaps landslides and ground cracks...

—Then what should we do?

--Wait.

People had to stay on the spot, the flood came and receded, the drought happened on the north side of the river, and the migration of tribes brought news of landslides and ground cracks in the west.

——The mourning is everywhere, and the people are dying.

The sorcerer guarded the sacred stone day by day, asking the god's will, and finally hope came.The flood receded, new seedlings grew on the dry land, and the people under the disaster started a new day.

The Zhou family finally set off again, and they still went south, and came to a place with four distinct seasons and fertile land.

Father told the story with ups and downs. Even though the long road divided the story into intermittent chapters, Xu Qingfeng was still deeply attracted, and even in his dreams every night, he returned to the land hundreds of years ago.

"What happened next?" Xu Qingfeng asked curiously, impatient to know the story behind.

"Later..." Looking at the youngest son Youyou's clear and clean eyes, Xu Kuining said eloquently: "The Zhou family has lived in Jiangzhinan for a long time, and the catastrophe has long since passed, and all the sufferings have been forgotten. , people live happily.”

"Ah..." Xu Qingfeng was a little lost, the story seemed to be over, stopping at a suitable happy ending.

"The story is not over." Xu Kuining patted his youngest son's head.

Different tribes are growing stronger, without the barrier of distance, breed disputes, and thus have wars.

The war took away people's lives, but it promoted the development of society - unification, division, separatism and reunification. The inevitable trend developed along the pace of history. The Zhou family was no longer the most powerful and wealthy ethnic group in the past, but a small one of.

The wizards in the clan are no longer the most powerful ones close to God, but gradually faded away, and even lost most of their abilities, becoming like ordinary people.

Xu Qingfeng felt sorry, the wizard his father spoke of was such a powerful person.

"It wasn't until a hundred years ago that the tribes in the far northwestern region could not bear the persecution of the harsh environment and came to the Central Plains. There was a resurgence of gunpowder and a great battle broke out in Zhuqi, and the Zhou family returned to the stage of history."

Xu Qingfeng stared at Xu Kuining with wide eyes. Originally, he was only a father and told a fairy tale. He didn't expect that the Zhou family in the previous dynasty had such a relationship?

Father's deliberately lowered voice, reminiscing look, and slightly sad eyes made Xu Qingfeng feel that this was a great secret.

Looking at Xu Qingfeng, Xu Kuining signaled him to listen carefully: "The "Xu" clan is not in the south of the river, nor in the north of the river. Qingfeng, you have to remember that our surname is "Zhou", and our homeland is vast and fertile. land, we have our mission. "

Xu Qingfeng's eyes widened, and he was about to cry out, but quickly covered his mouth.The mother beside him patted him reassuringly.

——This is a big secret, a secret belonging to an entire family.

After arriving in the capital, a new life began, but Xu Qingfeng was not very happy. The easy days in the south of the Yangtze River were gone forever. There was a lot of homework to do every day, and he had to practice martial arts with his brothers day and night. Xu Qingfeng asked the question with a bitter face Mother said, "Mother, can I rest?"

The woman who had always been gentle and pampered him rejected him: "No. Don't forget, we have our mission."

But what the mission was, his father never told Xu Qingfeng, he just strictly urged him to study.

As if suddenly remembering something, Xu Qingfeng pulled out the necklace from under his collar, held the small white stone and asked his mother, "Mom, is this a divine stone?"

Xu Qingfeng has always been obsessed with the wizard in the story, and even secretly fantasized that the white stone on his chest is the sacred stone, and that he himself has great power to protect his clansmen.

Mrs. Xu pursed her lips and smiled softly, "Silly boy, this is just an ordinary stone. Your father begged at Xiangguo Temple to keep you safe."

Xu Qingfeng's face flushed slightly, but he still let out an "oh", feeling a little disappointed.

As the days passed, Xu Qingfeng was no longer an ignorant child. At the age of 14, the boy's mind has just matured, and it is the age when he is eager to try everything, and he is calm while rushing.

On that day, his father suddenly took him to Xiangguo Temple.

That was the first time Xu Qingfeng went to Xiangguo Temple.The entire Xiangguo Temple has been immersed in a solemn and solemn atmosphere, Xu Qingfeng only felt that he was breathing carefully.

"Father, what are you doing here..." Xu Qingfeng asked in a low voice, Xu Kuining quickly signaled him to keep silent, a little dissatisfied with his impetuous state.

Xu Qingfeng had no choice but to adjust his attitude again, stop looking left and right, concentrate on walking, and show the appearance that everyone's son should have.

Someone was already waiting for them, and it was Abbot Huifu of Xiangguo Temple who said to Xu Kuining, "Amitabha."

Xu Qingfeng stood obediently by the side, imitating his father's way of clasping his hands together and saying hello.

Hui Fu sized him up several times, and said abruptly, "Young Master Xu is blessed with a long life. It's just a pity, it's a pity."

Xu Qingfeng was taken aback, wondering why this monk was so direct?This is the first time we met, just like those fortune-telling masters on the street, as if the next sentence is "Quickly let me do a fortune-telling for you, as long as ten taels of silver, all disasters will be eliminated."

Xu Kuining smiled, turned his side slightly, made a gesture of invitation, and blocked Huifu's gaze.

Huifu didn't care, and led them around the main hall and went to the back.Xu Qingfeng glanced quietly into the main hall. The hall was filled with monks chanting scriptures one after another, and he could feel the Buddha's light soaring into the sky from a distance.

Listening to the conversation between Master Huifu and his father, Xu Qingfeng knew that today is the anniversary of the death of Master Huixin, the last abbot of Xiangguo Temple.After hearing the name of Master Huixin, Xu Qingfeng put away his indifference and became submissive.

Huifu led them into the wing room, and the two had something to discuss, so they sent a young novice to lead Xu Qingfeng around the temple.

Xiangguo Temple is very big and beautiful, but the atmosphere is too depressing and the sky is gray. After walking with the little novice for a long time, Xu Qingfeng was a little tired and suggested to take a rest.

The little novice scratched his head in some embarrassment, and then said cleverly: "Mr. Xu, there is a peach grove in front, it is very beautiful, let's rest there."

Xu Qingfeng naturally agreed.

The world is full of fragrance in April, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple begin to bloom.Xu Qingfeng happily walked in the forest, and was about to say a few words of praise, but when he turned his head, he found that the little novice had disappeared at some point.

"Little master? Little master?" Xu Qingfeng tried calling a few times, but no one answered.

He had no choice but to walk forward by himself, not realizing how big the peach forest was, and he still couldn't get out after walking for a while. No matter how beautiful the peach forest was, Xu Qingfeng had no intention of lingering.

Even if the little master ran off on his own for fun, if his father couldn't find him later, he would inevitably go to war, and that would be bad.

Going a little further, I saw a faint figure.Xu Qingfeng happily went forward, but found that it was not the little monk.

It was a young man, wearing a black robe, standing alone under the peach tree.

The sky was still gloomy, layers of twilight seemed to gather on his folded eyebrows, there was no sorrow on his face without a smile, only peace.

The peach blossoms were blooming so well, but he didn't look at them. He didn't know what he was thinking. After a while, his expression became gentle, as if the haze had dissipated and the sunshine appeared again.

--Recipe, Shining.Obviously Xu Qingfeng was not looking at the peach blossoms, but somehow he remembered this poem.

Later, his father told him that the man was King Ren, and also told him the mission he was carrying, together with the plans for the next few years, unfolded in front of Xu Qingfeng.

Xu Kuining has his own plan.Maybe Xu Qingfeng's encounter with King Ren was part of his plan, maybe not.

But on such an important day as the anniversary of Master Huixin's death, Xu Qingfeng wandered all over the mountains and temples. How could it be such a coincidence that he met King Ren?

Whenever he recalls this day, Xu Qingfeng can't help but be moved by the romance of his youth, and he can't help lamenting that when he saw King Ni, he missed his life, and he was never able to see through the beginning and see all the entanglements later.