The Great Talisman

　　 Time is long, I don’t know the heat and cold. Time changes, the seasons alternate.

　　The peaches of Fangcunshan Mountain in Lingtai have ripened one crop after another. Eight hundred peach trees have been transformed into ten-mile peach forest. Daoyuan and Baize are gone, as if a dragon entered the sea, and there is no news.

　　 A crystal clear knot was held in his hand, Yang Sanyang's eyes were solemn, and a touch of seriousness appeared in his eyes.

The knots are changing. One small knot is knotted every day. When the 30th day expires, after the full moon, it turns into a big knot. Thirty small knots turn into a monthly knot, and then one year expires. The twelve large knots are united again to form a larger knot.

At the end of the one hundred years, the knot returns to its original nature and merges into one, transforming into a golden knot, ten hundred years of returning to its basic nature, transforming into a transparent crystal thousand-year knot, and a rune is born in the knot, and one is uncertain. Rune of the law.

　　 Counting the knots in his hand, it has been more than 1,500 years since he left the tribe.

　　 Yang Sanyang sat alone on the top of the mountain, sensing the direction of the Baolian Lantern, facing the east where the tribe was, sitting on the bluestone without speaking.

　　 In the dark, an intermittent, choking cry came, and the old voice seemed to cross time and space into his ears.

　　 The endless thoughts, the indescribable sentimentality and despair, kept echoing in his ears.

　　 "Yeah!" Yang Sanyang closed his eyes and seemed to hear heartbreaking crying from the wind, full of desperate wailing.

　　 primitive ancestral tribe

Yeah calmly sat in the hut cooking fish soup, the stove was blazing, and the fish soup exuded a tempting fragrance. Yepan sat in front of the fire, staring at the fire, and passed by. Will walk to the small road near the pond not far away, sitting on the bluestone and staring into the distance.

　　 In the past, Pan took this path!

　　 1,500 years later, the path remains the same, but it has been weathered and mottled.

"Every day, the path must be cleaned, and the grass must not be taught, otherwise if he comes back, he will not know the way and missed me..." Ye muttered and sat in front of the pier for a while, then Start to tidy up the path and clear the weeds.

　　 "Who am I waiting for? Why am I waiting for him?" Ye cleared the path, walked slowly into the house, and then stared at the fish soup in the fire:

　　 "Why should I cook fish soup again? I'm tired of 1,500 years old fish soup, but why should I still cook fish soup?"

Ye’s eyes were full of puzzlement, and there was a hint of thought and contemplation. After a long time, he said: "Oh, remembering it, I seem to be waiting for someone, waiting for a person named'pan' to come back. Why should I wait for him? ?"

　　 After Yang Sanyang left that year, the Human Race has lost the restraint of monsters for 1,500 years. The gods are useless, the Human Race tribe is split, and the vast human tribe is torn apart in an instant.

Cottages

　　 Yeah sat quietly in the hut, with a quietly burning lamp hanging in front of him. Yeah still looked like that, but his eyes began to become muddy.

　　On the wall of the hut, there are ropes for calculating the day, and the cold north wind blows, making it even more sad.

　　I meditated for a long time. From the sun's three poles until the sun slanted westward, Yeah woke up from the contemplation:

　　 "It seems to remember it!"

"One thousand and five hundred years are here, you missed the appointment! But I don't blame you!" Ye spread the gossip map in his hand, staring at the gossip in front of him with muddy eyes, and said nothing, "Long Suanshui, you decided that year. It's wrong! After all, I haven't learned the divine literature. How easy is it to live long?

"It’s just that I’m not reconciled! One thousand and five hundred years of separation, you and I are on the same side! I’m not reconciled! You are the leader of my human race, the pioneer and riser of my human civilization, and you lead the tribe to prosperity, how about you Can fail! How can you fail!" The two lines of blood and tears slipped slowly, and Yeah was already silent: "I miss you day and night, and miss you all the time, but you never come back! You never come back! Me Not reconciled! Really not reconciled!" Ye snorted, and his voice was muted: "It doesn't matter if I die, but my only regret is that I can't see you before I die!"

　　 "Do you know that the female leader died three hundred years ago, and Yong died five hundred years ago. Yeah, living alone in this strange world, yeah, lonely! I miss you so much!"

　　 "One thousand and five hundred years of waiting, yeah, so tired! I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on to your return, so I can't cook fish soup for you!"

　　 The sound of the wind rolled up, blowing away the miss and dispelling the words.

"Yeah knows your difficulties, don’t blame you for missing your appointment, I just wish you peace and peace, and you can embark on the road of longevity as you wish in this life. I wish to turn into a dust of sand to accompany you, not with you day and night. Separation!" Ye slowly stood up, looked at the Baolian Lantern in front of him, and stretched out his hand to stroke the lines of the Baolian Lantern. It seemed that across time and space, across thousands of mountains and rivers, he touched the familiar face.

"Yeah has forgotten what you look like! Yeah forgot your voice, forgot your look, forgot your smell, I just remember that I was waiting for someone, waiting for someone I must wait, as for why yeah If you have to wait for him, Yeah doesn’t know it!” Yeah was crying, and the tears in his eyes turned into red blood, dripping onto the wick of the Baolian lamp.

　　 "I only remember that I was waiting for someone. He said that he must see me in 1,500 years, and he must wait for him to come back!" Yeah snorted, making a sound.

"But Ye's body is getting weaker and weaker. Ye knows that the end is coming. If you have spirit, hear my call in the dark, and don't forget the agreement between you and me!" Ye's eyes are already covered with blood and tears: "When are you coming back! When are you coming back!"

"Yeah’s memory is getting worse and worse. Yeah often forgets you! Yeah, I’m so scared! If I forget you one day, what should I do? Yeah, I am not afraid of death, but I am afraid I will forget you!"

"Yeah, I’m not reconciled! Yeah, I’m really not reconciled!" Yeah, holding the Baolian Lantern in his hand, was muttering to himself, constantly engraving paragraphs of words on the wall of the house: Inside the house, when you wake up tomorrow morning, yeah, you won’t forget you!"

　　 "Why don't you come back?"

　　 "Why haven't you come back!"

　　 "Yeah miss you so much, yeah miss you so much!"

　　 "The female leader is dead, so scared!"

　　 "Pan, I'm afraid I will never see you again!"

　　 Shocking words were engraved in the room, engraving the entire wall.

As the setting sun went down, the fire was extinguished, and Ye climbed into the bed with tears streaming down his face, wrapped in the familiar bear skin: "Your taste fades away, and your voice and smile fade away. I'm afraid I will never see you again. Up!"

　　 "This leather was left by you back then, but it can't stand the torture of the years, it has become rotten, and it has begun to age..." Ye muttered to himself in his sleep.

　　 The fish soup was frozen in the fire, the cold swept across the earth, and the Baolian lamp flashed with blood, constantly fluctuating.

　　 Lingtai Fangcun Mountain, in front of the cliff

　　 A cold wind blew in, and Yang Sanyang woke up in a trance, as if there was a smiling face in the dim starry sky facing his home.

"boom!"

　　 Yang Sanyang sat up in shock, looked at the dazzling starry sky, bright and bright moon, could not help but look up to the sky and cried out sadly: "Yeah!!!"

　　 The voice was stern, a mouthful of blood spurted from his chest, and Yang Sanyang fell to the ground.

With the gossip map in his hand running, Yang Sanyang's face was desperate, tears rolled down in his eyes, and the soil under his feet was wet: "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm really sorry! I missed an appointment! I'm sorry! I'm a bastard, I should have brought it back then. Come with you! I shouldn't take you as a burden and abandon you in the tribe alone."

　　 "I'm just a bastard! I'm a bastard!" Yang Sanyang wailed up to the sky, and the rolling sound broke the tranquility of the night sky.

　　 You will know how to cherish if you lose it! You will know how expensive it is!

　　 The repression of 1,800 years, accompanied by the vow of 1558, finally crushed his mind and defeated his character. Yang Sanyang was sitting on the cliff and weeping bitterly.

　　He wants to go back, but he hasn't learned magical powers, how can he cross the distant wilderness?

　　 As for asking the ancestor, the ancestor has not appeared for 500 years, and the ancestor is a high god, how can he go for this little monkey?

　　 "Bai Ze! Bai Ze! Where are you dead! I want to go back! I want to go back! I want to go back!" Yang Sanyang cried out mournfully, causing the monks from Fangcun Mountain in Lingtai to look sideways.

　　 Although Yang Sanyang disturbed everyone's practice, he did not come out to accuse him, but showed a look of surprise:

"That little monkey has always been optimistic~www.wuxiahere.com~ I’m very happy all day long. What caused him to be so pessimistic? I couldn’t help crying because of such a snort. How desperate?"

　　 Daoxing didn’t know when he came to the cliff. Under the moonlight, he looked at the figure crying bitterly in the wind, with a solemn expression in his eyes: "What happened?"

　　 For 1,500 years, the two of them had a good relationship. In this Lingtai Fangcunshan, they were all bullied, and they were hard brothers. At this time, seeing that little monkey was so sad, I couldn't help worrying about it.

　　 "I'm sorry! I'm sorry for you!" Yang Sanyang threw herself down on the blue stone and wept bitterly, his eyes rolling down with blood and tears: "Eternal life is difficult! Long life is difficult!"

　　 "Little monkey, you don't want to cry, you cry like this, I don't feel good in my heart!" Daoxing stepped forward and came to Yang Sanyang's body, gently stroking Yang Sanyang's shoulder.

　　 Creeping crying, tears streaming down his face, Yang Sanyang was silent.

　　 The person closest to me has finally left! Coming to this great wilderness, the people closest to him left him. In the future, I will be alone, with no relatives or friends.

"I am a wolf-hearted! I am a wolf-hearted! How can I abandon you? How can I abandon you and stay in the wilderness and in the tribe! How can I treat you as a burden?" Yang Sanyang kept hammering his head: "I I am a wolf-hearted! I am a wolf-hearted!"

　　Ps: Don’t worry, everyone will be able to practice soon. Cultivation has always been to seek survival from the dead, and the realm of the living dead in Taoist schools is called "seven days pass." Anyone who knows me knows that it has gotten faster, and there is no plot to drag...emmm. Without too much preparation, the effect of writing is not ideal. The author is disappointed, but for everyone's glass heart...emmm. Ugh……