Myth: Heaven and Earth

Chapter 1 Snow Night
The night sky is like the bottom of a pot, with only a few stars inlaid; the earth is like a bright hall, covered with snow.

Under the leeward stone cliff, a pile of bonfires swayed, and the branches were burning.

There was a copper pot on the bonfire, the snow in the pot was melting, and white smoke was gradually coming out.

The hunched figure was sitting beside the fire, with one hand holding the big cigarette rod and blowing out the mist, and one hand in his arms to keep warm.

The light of the bonfire shone on a face that was crisscrossed by ravines, on and off.

This is an old priest.

The bun on his head was slightly disheveled, and his pale hair fluttered with the firelight in the night wind.He was wearing a not-so-thick Taoist robe, which was dirty and greasy, and had been patched.

The old Taoist dabbled, and the smoke exhaled from his nose and mouth, intertwined with the water vapor in the copper pot, and it appeared hazy under the firelight.

Beside the Taoist priest, by the fire, curled up a thin figure.The figure was wrapped in a leather jacket, motionless.

Suddenly, the little figure under the leather jacket trembled, as if the drowned person suddenly took a breath and sat up all of a sudden!

A pair of confused and alert eyes opened.

The old Taoist glanced at him: "Awake?"

He knocked off the remnants of the pipe, took a pinch of shredded tobacco from the small cloth bag around his waist, refilled it, compacted it, and lit it again.

The one who turned over and sat up was a child with a yin and yang head, a bare forehead, and the braids on the back of his head had long been spread out, fluffy and dirty.On the contrary, he had a delicate face, especially his eyes, which were very bright.

The child shuddered and couldn't help grasping the leather jacket covering him.

"you"

The old Taoist sighed and sighed, and the smoke was full of smoke: "What child of your family is not afraid of death in the cold weather today?"

He added: "When Lao Dao saw you, your lips were cold and purple, and there was only half a breath left. I don't think your child dresses like a poor slave. Where are your parents and family, how can you be alone? stay in the snow?"

The child looked relieved, then got up, knelt down and kowtowed: "Thank you for saving my life! The Taoist has a high surname, so that I can remember it, and I will never forget it for a lifetime!"

When the old Taoist heard this, he showed a strange look: "It really isn't a child of the common people. He knows the etiquette, but he also knows kindness and righteousness, and he has read the book. The old Taoist's surname is Wei, and he has a Taoist name, which is called Heyi. Little baby, What's your name? Where is your home? How did you end up in the snow?"

The child kowtowed: "Wei Heyi, Daoist Wei, I remember it!"

He raised his head: "My name is Lu Heng, and I live at Qingshankou over Shibalipu. My parents took me to the capital to visit my grandfather. I was killed by a beard when I left Shilipu. My parents"

As he spoke, his eyes turned red.

"So that's the case." Wei Laodao was silent for a while after hearing the words: "There is really no way to get together with beards in the east of Kanto. So the little doll is alone."

For a time, as if thinking of myself, withered and remnant body, what is the difference?

Can't help but sigh.

Said: "My father and I are destined to be people on the same road!"

Seeing the water tumbling in the copper pot, the old Taoist was not afraid of the soup. He stretched out his dry hand, took out the copper pot from the flames, took out a black ball from his arms and threw it in, swayed it for a while, and handed it to him. To Lu Heng: "Have a drink and warm up."

Lu Heng was afraid of the heat, so he wrapped his sleeves and held the copper pot, hissing and grinning.

When the old Taoist saw it, he couldn't help laughing.

He took a sip of the hot soup with a hint of Chinese medicine, and the heat exploded in his stomach. Lu Heng was refreshed and took another sip.

Then he immediately handed the pot back to Lao Dao: "Dao Ye, drink it too."

The old Taoist nodded with a smile, grabbed the copper pot and poured it down halfway, really not afraid of being hot.The rest was thrown to the child: "You have frostbite, drink more to avoid the root cause of the disease."

Holding the pot, Lu Heng swallowed in small mouthfuls, feeling the refreshment of the exploding heat in his stomach washing his body over and over again, and his spirit instantly relaxed.

For a while, they were speechless.

The old Taoist didn't know what to think, and his expression was leisurely.

Lu Heng was also in a trance.

"Thanks to the old Taoist, otherwise I will die!" Lu Heng thought to himself: "In this winter in the northeast, the weather alone is enough to kill people."

In my mind, a lot of blood and fire flowed through the scene, there was a scene of happily sitting in a carriage with a middle-aged couple; there was a scene where a beard suddenly came out, gunshots erupted, and the army was in chaos; there was the couple who gave their lives The scene of saving the child, holding on to the beard, and screaming at him to go away.
These memories became more fluid and gradually became a real part of my mind.

Lu Heng really didn't expect that he crossed over in a daze, and when he arrived, he walked for a while between life and death.

He, an uncle in his early thirties, suddenly turned into a ten-year-old child. Before he understood what was going on, he was almost killed by the beard.

He was lucky to escape, scurrying around in the snow, and almost died of freezing.

This unfortunate reminder, where to say it!

However, this fainting, smoothly merged with the memory of the child, it was considered a fate, and they were called Lu Heng.One is the young master of a landlord's family in the Northeast at the end of the Manchu Qing Dynasty;

Lu Heng didn't know why he crossed over. The mystery in the novel happened to him, and there was always a kind of trance.But this is not a dream, there is flesh and blood, hot and cold, a real world.

Wei Laodao suddenly said, "It's late at night, let's sleep for a while."

Lu Heng had finished drinking the soup in the copper pot and raised his tender face: "Master Dao, why don't you sleep for a while while I watch the fire. When you wake up, I will sleep again?"

Wei Heyi knocked on the cigarette stick: "My old man is less sleepy, what are you arguing with me, you little baby. Go to sleep."

"Oh."

Lu Heng grinned, wrapped his jacket tightly, and shrunk his head in.

"It's a crazy little devil."

The old Taoist smiled happily.

Closing his eyes, Lu Heng gradually fell asleep in a daze after a while.Misty, I felt that I was flying, and I kept going up, flying, flying, flying into an endless starry sky.

The stars, big and small, exude a dim light, you twinkle and I twinkle.

He couldn't help but count.

In this vast darkness, there are only one hundred and eight stars.There are 36 big stars and 72 small stars.

Small stars surround the big stars, and they revolve around each other without stopping.

Among them, a small star is particularly bright, and the other stars are very dim, but this little star is particularly bright.Lu Heng couldn't help being attracted by it, as if there was a rope somewhere, leading him to fly to the kind star, and finally merged into one!
In an instant, two huge distorted words that he didn't know but knew the meaning of flashed in Lu Heng's heart - 'take food'!
Food: Take food of the 72 skills of Earth Sha.

Wind, cloud, thunder, fire, gold, stone, earth and wood, everything in the heavens and the earth is inedible, there is nothing that cannot be eaten, and there is nothing that cannot be transformed into a strong body. It is called taking food!

(End of this chapter)