super hill god

Chapter 2 Anecdotes about the Countryside

"Ooooh-"

As soon as it was dawn, Chen Yang was aroused by the crowing of his big rooster. He rubbed his sleepy eyes with his hands, and yawned. A carp straightened up, jumped up from the bed swiftly, and walked out of the back room.

It has been seven or eight days since he returned home, and the noise of the city has long since fallen from Chen Yang's body. The peaceful life in the countryside is like a clean spring, washing him completely, and his body is more relaxed and comfortable than ever before, like being in a In a piece of pure land, the tightness in the chest has also been relieved a lot, although there is still some dull pain from time to time!
"Yangyang, wake up, today I made your favorite pork dumplings."

Walking out of the back room, Chen Yang saw the figure of his mother busy on the stove for the first time.

Seeing his mother's slightly hunchbacked back and old face, Chen Yang calculated carefully that his mother is 55 years old this year. The ruthless years have carved lines of wrinkles on his mother's face, premature gray hair on her temples, and rough, sallow skin. , with silver hair.

Mother is really old.

Chen Yang picked up the steaming snow-white ceramic sea bowl on the table of the Eight Immortals, and the freshly baked pork dumplings in soup filled his nostrils with a strong aroma of meat and oil.

My mother’s homemade pork soup dumplings are really amazing. They are bright in color, soft and fragrant, and the tender pork belly melts in the mouth. The fragrant juice is wrapped around them. There is a little bit of oil in the sun, and the smell of meat is tangy. You can't wrap your head around it, and you can't stop immediately after taking the first bite.

This is the feeling of home, like a warm harbor, allowing Chen Yang, a small sampan, to have a repaired and sheltered place after experiencing the storm and tsunami outside.

Chen Yang has a bad habit, perhaps because he has five older sisters on his head, and there are many people in his family. If he doesn't grab food, he will be hungry. Two disappeared.

After hurriedly saying hello to his mother, Chen Yang took meteor strides and was about to leave the house in a few strokes. At this moment, a big black shadow rushed towards him, and a pair of giant claws rested on Chen Yang's shoulders.

Stick, the watchdog of the Chen family, weighs more than 100 kilograms, a purebred Caucasian shepherd dog, given by the leader of a foreign expedition team when Chen Yang's father was a mountain guide a few years ago.

It's only been a few years. It's inconceivable that the thin, fragile puppy has grown into such a giant.

In addition, according to the gossip in the village, Bangchui has long been the king of cats and dogs in the village. With a loud roar, all stray dogs and domestic dogs in the whole village will move on hearing the wind. Not to mention Huangtujing Street, it is also a hundred dogs Welcome, there is no second in power and prestige.

He patted the head of the mallet, and removed the pair of giant claws from his shoulders. With a weight of nearly two hundred catties, the strength is really not ordinary.

Life in the countryside is quiet, without the noise of the city, without the bustling traffic of the city, it looks very clean and peaceful, only the sound of chickens and dogs.

Strolling on the winding trails in the mountain village, Chen Yang's heart, which has been weather-beaten in the city, has gradually warmed up. There is no intrigue or intrigue between people, and there are only simple rural customs. The relationship between them is very simple, at least the smile is sincere.

Without paying attention, Chen Yang walked out of the village unknowingly. The spring breeze brushed against his cheeks, itching and warming. He hadn't felt this way for many years.

Inadvertently, Chen Yang recalled when he was a child, digging out bird eggs from trees, fishing fish and shrimps in rivers, breaking sticks and digging sweet potatoes in the fields, and having barbecue parties with his friends, the last lingering fragrance in his mouth seemed to be right in front of his eyes. .

Forget it, the past can't be traced, I don't want these old things anymore.

I don't know how long he walked, Chen Yang looked around, except for a few birds chirping and dog barking, he couldn't see half a person. Then he had a thought, the surrounding scenery changed drastically, and a tall white marble archway appeared not far away. Atmospheric, carved dragons and painted phoenixes, engraved in the center are three large characters drawn with iron and silver hooks - Xuanhuangjie.

This Xuanhuang Realm is a pure land opened up by the mountain gods of the past dynasties with unrivaled magical powers, floating in the endless void, and now it has been passed down to Chen Yang.

Chen Yang looked around, this is a beautiful small world, the soft green grass under his feet is like a gorgeous blanket, green like weaving, verdant, the mountains not far away are as green as emeralds, a small river flows from afar Extended, the water is like flowing gelatin, and the humid air also feels like crystal.

A hundred meters away, there is a piece of fertile black land, black and shiny, as if dyed with ink, and a handful of oil can be squeezed out with a pinch.

Looking farther away, there is a beautiful white marble spring pool. The clear spring water is gushing, ding ding dong dong, like a jade belt floating lightly, with pearls splashing around, playing a natural symphony.

It was so shocking, Chen Yang's body seemed to be frozen, unable to move, completely immersed in this small world.

With this Xuanhuang Realm, what is money, it is not easy to grab, Chen Yang seems to have seen countless banknotes waving to him.

This is really a wonderful day. After more than 20 years of grassroots, after experiencing the ups and downs of life, weathering the wind and frost, once the salted fish turns over, a bright tomorrow will come.

Chen Yang found an ordinary place, sat cross-legged on a big bluestone, closed his eyes, calmed down, cleared away all distracting thoughts, and fell into an ethereal state.

At this moment, a golden mountain floated gently in Chen Yang's sea of ​​consciousness.

The sea of ​​consciousness, the ocean formed by the convergence of consciousness and thinking, has all the traces of the past, even the memory of the most inadvertent little thing,

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the waves are rolling, and a golden mountain floats quietly, letting the waves beat, it does not move at all. The trees on this golden mountain are dense and vigorous, with luxuriant branches and leaves. , All kinds of beasts roared in the mountains and forests, birds soared into the sky, a golden clear spring flowed from the mountains, and fishes played in the water, so happy.

This golden mountain is as small as a speck of dust, but it is more majestic than the mountains that stretch for thousands of miles in the real world.

This golden mountain is formed by the accumulation of natural energy accumulated by the mountain gods of the past dynasties, and it has unimaginable power.

The so-called natural energy is the original power of the mountain god. It exists in the sky, the sun, the moon, and the stars. It can attract wind, gather thunder, turn water, and turn into fire. It can even change into an illusion world, which contains infinite mysteries.

Chen Yang used consciousness as a bridge and thinking as a link, trying to communicate with that golden mountain. Time was like fine sand in his palm, slipping from between his fingers bit by bit, and beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on Chen Yang's forehead. The beads continued to slide down, soaking a large area of ​​the big bluestone under the buttocks.

At this time, Chen Yang saw a world different from the usual ones, towering mountains, rushing rivers, flowing clear springs, roaring beasts in the mountains and forests, birds soaring in the sky, wild flowers blooming in the fields, and passers-by walking.

When it was done, the golden mountain trembled slightly, which was immeasurably subtle, but Chen Yang still caught it. Waves of golden natural energy entered Chen Yang's body and flowed slowly through his limbs.

Immediately, an explosive force surged out, like the Milky Way bursting its embankment in the nine heavens, every inch of Chen Yang's flesh and blood seemed to be galloping like a giant dragon, with inexhaustible strength all over his body.

"Boom——" Chen Yang punched out, and there were bursts of piercing sounds, the air seemed to be torn apart, and he wailed in pain.

But after a while, the explosive force receded like a tide, and his whole body seemed to collapse. Chen Yang lay powerlessly on the ground, panting heavily, his chest fluctuating like a bellows.

Chen Yang has just obtained the inheritance of the mountain god, and he is not skilled enough in using natural energy, so he can only do this.

After resting for a long time, Chen Yang recovered and returned to normal. He patted the dust off his body, and was about to walk out of this world and return to the real world.

Who knows when, suddenly there was a loud noise in the distance.

(End of this chapter)