Legend of the Great Saint

The Orient is faint and the sun is shining.

The white gulls flew in groups over the diminishing ocean.

Two rays of light crossed the sky and landed on an island on the horizon.

This is just one of the most common islands on the South China Sea, and the only special part is that there is a volcano on the island.

Volcanoes are small, or small, only two or three hundred feet tall, with a black smoke column, sometimes erupting, causing the whole island to vibrate.

Like standing on the white sand beach, looking up at the small volcano, slowly removing the mask, the look is a bit complicated, as if in a long memory, with unspeakable pain and happiness.

Li Qingshan looked at her quietly.

He asked Xiao 'an to return to Caveman Mountain first, accompanied his heart to the east, and came here. Along the way, she was silent and he was accompanied by silence.

Take a deep breath and smile a little reluctantly, "Follow me? Though there's nothing to see. ”

Li Qingshan: “Lead the way ahead. ”

As her heart went deep into the forest, Li Qingshan followed her closely, watching her extend her arms like a child, and sliding her fingertips past the tree next to her. One leaf of Napu's ordinary seemed to bear distant memories.

All of a sudden, the horizon was wide open, and a clearing of space suddenly appeared between the dense woods. Said it was empty space, there were just no trees. In the deep weeds, in the oblique sun, a cabin was set, covered by moss, and the vines were wrapped around it. It was already broken, but still rarely felt a kind of sophistication. Its original owner must have ruined a lot of his mind.

Looking back, he seemed to confirm that Li Qingshan was still behind him. The look on his face was like a lost child, with indescribable weakness and confusion. Li Qingshan's heart was tight. She held her hand tightly in front of her. It was cold and boneless.

Following a pebble trail submerged in wild grass, the two came to the front of the cabin door, which was locked tight and already rusty, but there was still the spirit of magic to protect the cabin from the beast.

Like reaching out your hand, gently touching, shouting, broken door lock, spiritual energy, door holes open, dust sealed memory surfaces...

As if her heart had become a jade beauty, she stood in front of the cabin door, motionless.

The cabin was small, everything was neatly arranged, the old owner seemed not to be in a hurry, it was just a long trip, and I was hoping to be able to return one day, but that thick layer of dust was silent, no one had ever returned.

Li Qingshan stopped wanting to talk, somehow it was better, I felt more headache than facing the flaming giant god.

A long time later, Rusheng softly said: "I'm back.” Tearful eyes smiled at Li Qingshan: “It's not as hard as I thought! ”

“What is this?” Li Qingshan rubbed her tears with his rough big hand. Though he wanted to be gentle, it didn't work very well.

“Don't touch it!” Push his hand away like a heart: “Where I was born, that is my home. ”

“Do you think I like to touch? Hard as a rock! Your family is really poor. No wonder you're running away from home and living in Qingzhou! ”

“Poor old man, you don't know shit! ”

Li Qingshan laughed: “As a samurai king, I don't see it like a poor ghost. If you want to say anything, just say it. I'm in a hurry! ”

“Even if you beg me, I won't tell you!” As his heart glanced hard at him, his eyes turned red in the blink of an eye.

Li Qingshan sighed slightly, and then sighed slightly, "I beg you, like a big sister, just tell me! ”

"Well, since you're begging me, it's just an old story, you already know that I'm not purely human, and half of them are firemen, from my father. Don't look at me like that. How do I know what went wrong?" It's not easy to give birth to offspring with their pure, obvious, and homogeneous descendants. I don't know what the hell God's joke is, huh! ”

“So you're the spark of water I was looking for?” Li Qingshan had some certainty that the only medicine to blend the water flame was in her hands. It is almost a miracle that the human and the burner are innate spirits of water and fire, able to reconcile water and fire, born as hearts and minds.

“Do you have a hole in your head? I told you, sparks don't exist. I'm a man, not a flower!” Roaring like an invisible heart, it startled a flying bird.

Li Qingshan touched his nose, Ling Turtle Town Hai, I tolerate!

As the idiot scolded, he explained: "My mother has searched hundreds and thousands of undersea volcanoes, none at all, the legend is false. ”

“Your mother looked!?” Li Qingshan was slightly surprised.

“Do you think it's easy to reconcile water fires?” When the mind speaks of distant childhood with the utmost serenity and indifference, the voice cannot but sink low.

A long time ago, a child born in this cabin, dying from the day she was born, was tormented by two forces, and coldness and fever took turns, almost killing her.

Perhaps she was not the first hybrid to swallow a fireman and a maniac - “bastard," in her words - but none of them grew up to be known to the world.

Fortunately, her parents were strong enough to reconcile her with time and longevity. Whenever a fever occurs, it sucks the fingertips of the mother and feeds on sperm blood, and vice versa, it survives.

“Parental love is great indeed!” Li Qingshan couldn't help but feel the emotion. His heart moved. “In the psychotropic medicine you refined, it won't be...”

“You can call me Mama.” as faint as a heart.

“Fuck you!” Li Qingshan suddenly lifted his heart and laughed. “Good baby! I'll cut off his head for anyone else but me! ”

When the mind was silent for a moment, the mood was much more relaxed.

Li Qingshan said: “Come on, let's clean this place up. Tonight we will make a cave to comfort your parents in the spirit of heaven. ”

"You're in a hurry, aren't you? To comfort your grandfather! ”

At last, the sad atmosphere was lightened up a little, such as entering the house, packing up, wiping away the thick dust, a living appliance, and becoming fresh.

Li Qingshan didn't help either. He held his arm against the door frame. "Say no, are you still quite honest? ”

The voice went down, a pottery jar smashed over, “Get the fuck out of here! ”

Li Qingshan held his head with one hand and held a pottery can with one hand. Sitting on the stone steps at the door, his mouth blew gently. The weeds broke apart and the wind swept him to the sky. The courtyard became bright as he climbed, revealing wells and streams, and countless green insects spread their wings and flew away.

Suddenly he frowned and stood up, placing the pottery next to him, feeling a familiar breath approaching him:

“What's she doing here? ”