Yang County was called Youxin in ancient times.
As early as the Neolithic Age, there were ancestors living here, and in the tribal era it was the place where the Xin family lived.
During the Xia Dynasty, the branch was granted the title of Zhizi in Xin, which belonged to Yongzhou, and the Shang Dynasty was responsible for it.
It was not until the second year of Emperor Jing of the Western Han Dynasty that Shayang County was established. At the end of the Qing Dynasty, the name of Shayang was changed to Yang, and it was called Yang County from then on. Today, the older generation still calls it Shayang or Heyang, but in the county annals And the name has been changed to Yang County in the land records.
Yang County borders the Yellow River to the east and the Dayu River to the west.
The terrain within the territory is complex, with crisscrossing ravines, and is known as "one beach, two ravines, and seven points of plateau".
It is a plain and less mountainous landform.
The only one, because it is close to Fangjiayuan, so it is also called Fangjiashan.
It is said to be a mountain, but in fact it is just a continuous forest, with the main peak no more than 100 meters tall.
However.
For Yang Fang, even though he has stepped on countless mountains over the years, they are far less than this hill.
After all, in his twenty years of memory.
I spent most of my time here.
Carrying too many childhood memories for him.
From the moment I have the impression, no matter whether it is spring, summer, autumn or winter, there are every plant and tree on the mountain, and I can even walk through it with my eyes closed.
A group of people followed him.
Enter the mountain from the southern foot.
Not long after.
In the distance, in a bamboo forest, I saw an ancient building in a small courtyard.
There is a vague feeling of being a secluded person on Zhongnan Mountain that day.
"Master."
"Here we are..."
"Yang Fang is sending you home!"
Sitting on the horse, looking at the familiar little building In the hospital, Yang Fang's eyes suddenly turned red.
It has been uninhabited for many years.
Lost popularity.
The two wing rooms in the backyard collapsed.
After the heavy snowfall, many of the ancient bamboo trees fell down and hit the courtyard wall.
The courtyard is overgrown with weeds, and the stone road paved with bluestone has almost been buried. Two vegetable gardens on the left and right, an ancient well, and wooden formations for standing stakes can still be seen faintly.
Just looking at these, the memories of the past are rolling in my heart like clouds.
He once lived here.
The picture is real and clear, just like what happened yesterday.
I thought silently in my heart.
Yang Fang jumped off the horse, carefully took down the bamboo basket, walked through the withered weeds, and walked to the pavilion outside the ancient well.
The simple stone table is still carved with horizontal and vertical lines.
Blow away accumulated dust.
You can also clearly see the writings of chariots, horses, artillery, elephants and pawns.
It is a hand-carved chessboard.
Countless days and nights, after eating, practicing martial arts, or finishing studying and working, he would always pester his master to fight.
Although he was killed by his master every time and his armor was thrown away.
But he never gave up.
It was not until the age of fifteen that Yang Fang finally defeated his master once.
I still remember that the master picked up the tea cup and took a sip, and then laughed and said that he was old.
Unfortunately, at that time, he was only immersed in the excitement of winning chess, and did not notice the master's hidden meaning. That is, after that time, the master who had always disagreed with him going down the mountain to explore the world, Unprecedentedly relieved.
Now that I think about it.
The master is clearly taking advantage of the opportunity of playing chess to wait for him to grow up.
Because he understood that young people are like falcons. Once they grow up, they will fly to the sky sooner or later.
The master's family fell into decline when he was a teenager. He came from a prosperous businessman's family and ended up being ruined overnight. He had no choice but to make a living in the world.
It is precisely because he has experienced it, suffered a lot, and knows how difficult it is to be in the world.
That’s why I kept suppressing Yang Fang.
It was not until after that game of chess that he knew that this boy had grown up and could no longer be chained, so he could only let him fly in the wider sky outside.
But...
Even he himself probably didn’t expect it.
With this departure, heaven and earth are separated from each other, and we will never see each other again.
"Do you want this...?"
He saw Yang Fang standing in the yard, looking lost.
The old foreigner couldn't help but asked in a low voice.
"Let him be quiet first."
"After all, I have been home for more than ten years, how can I be calm for a moment."
Chen Yulou knew what he meant. .
But he just waved his hand.
It is human nature to think about things when you see them. Two or three days have passed in the blink of an eye. Compared to then, Yang Fang's mood is much calmer now.
Waiting for the golden abacus to be buried.
He will naturally be able to come out slowly by then.
“Okay.”
The old foreigner nodded.
Isn't this the case for him.
Every time I return to Peacock Mountain, the village where people used to come and go and be noisy and lively is now nowhere to be seen. The gap is like a thousand arrows piercing the heart.
A few people didn’t go far.
Waiting quietly outside the yard.
I don’t know how much time passed.
Sitting in the pavilion, Yang Fang seemed to have finally come to his senses.
Leaving the pavilion, my eyes subconsciously fell on the bamboo forest behind the small building. This was where the master loved to stay during his lifetime. No matter in spring or summer, whenever he had time, he would go into the bamboo forest.
If you want to choose an acupuncture point.
In the whole Fangjia Mountain, there is no better place than the bamboo forest.
You can see the ancient building in the small courtyard at a glance.
Holding the gold-touching talisman under his collar, Yang Fang muttered a few words silently in his heart, and then looked up at the bamboo forest, as if waiting for something.
Crashing——
A gust of wind blew by.
The bamboo leaves, like jade, undulate and rustle, as if someone is whispering in the ear.
Seeing this scene, Yang Fang was stunned for a moment, his pupils dilated, and then he couldn't hold back the tears any longer, and large tears burst out of his eyes, slid down his cheeks, and rolled to the ground, smashing into pieces.
He just asked silently in his heart.
Actually, I’m just asking for comfort.
Unexpectedly, the master has a spirit in heaven and actually responds to me in this way.
These two days and three nights.
It was definitely the most difficult few days in his twenty years of life.
Yang Fang desperately forced himself to fall asleep, thinking only about whether the master would enter his dreamland, talk to him, and have unfinished instructions.
But...
The old man is really heartless.
For several days, I didn’t even see him in my dream.
Unexpectedly, today's unintentional move received a response.
"I understand, Master."
"Don't worry, old man, I know how to do it."
Wiping away the tears with his backhand, Yang Fang murmured in a low voice .
Then, he gently picked up the bamboo basket, walked step by step through the overgrown courtyard, opened the wooden door in the backyard, and walked straight to the bamboo forest at the back.
"Let's go."
"Bring the shovel and help."
See this scene.
Chen Yulou still doesn’t understand.
He is preparing to bury Senior Jin Abacus.
Regardless of whether he was a friend or a junior in the world, he couldn't just sit back and ignore it. Helping dig a few pieces of soil and burning a stick of incense was also a farewell to his senior.
"Okay."
Kunlun and the old foreigner quickly took out the Luoyang shovels they carried with them.
Hurry up and catch up.
When they arrived at the bamboo forest, Yang Fang had already chosen a location. Deep in the bamboo forest, more than ten steps away was a bamboo pavilion and a spring.
The forest is quiet.
The spring water is gurgling.
It’s a good place to sleep.
A few people didn’t waste any time and started working together.
Without much effort, a deep pit was dug.
The only pity is that after a busy life, Jin Abacus did not prepare a coffin and shroud for himself.
Thinking about it before setting off to Longling, even he didn’t expect that he would never return.
Yang Fang could only find one mat from the building.
After cleaning.
Wrap the master's body carefully.
Buried in it. The master always said during his lifetime that life lasts only 20,000 days. If life does not bring death, it will not be taken away. The earth is the bed and the sky is the quilt. Who would have thought that the prophecy would come true, and it would actually be like this in the end.
Standing outside the grave.
Thinking about Ru Yan’s past, Yang Fang felt like his heart was twisting.
When he was traveling in the world, he always thought of making a name for himself. When his master got older, he would be at his knees and provide for him until he died.
Nowadays, even this is not possible.
Don’t talk about being a disciple.
Even the most basic people, he feels are not qualified.
"Senior, I was idle and careless about fame and fortune. Now, it is not a bad thing to have the company of green mountains and fall asleep to the sound of water."
Received the woody incense handed to me by the old foreigner.
Several people came forward to worship one by one.
Chen Yulou patted Yang Fang's shoulder gently and comforted him softly.
"Yes, brother Yang Fang, this place has beautiful mountains and clear waters, bamboo forests and grass huts. If the seniors knew about it, they would only be happy to sleep here."
Seeing him kneeling on the ground, A look of pain and remorse.
Partridge Whistle also said.
His words were full of sincerity... and a hint of envy.
Because, he suddenly thought that the ancestors of the Zagrama lineage, including the master's previous generation of Taoist mountain movers, could not return to their ancestral land until they died.
For the vast majority of people, not even the bones can be found.
Only a wooden sign can be left in the ancestral hall.
He was already prepared to bury corpses everywhere in Qingshan.
And Senior Jin Abacus, who has been in the world for decades, can finally be buried in peace. In fact, relatively speaking, it is the best outcome.
Nothing more.
At this moment, he only dared to curse these words in his heart.
After all, Yang Fangzheng was sad.
"Get up, senior has returned to his hometown, and now he can rest in peace."
Chen Yulou gave him a hand.
Bring Yang Fang up from the ground.
After the snow melted, the ground in the bamboo forest was muddy and ice-cold to the bones. Over time, even if you are in good health, you will inevitably suffer from stroke and typhoid fever.
"Shopkeeper Chen, please go back first. I want to stay with the master for a while."
Yang Fang did not look back.
His eyes were red and his voice was hoarse.
He was worried that if he left, the master would be too lonely here.
“That’s fine.”
Seeing the old foreigner opening his mouth to speak, Chen Yulou waved his hand secretly and nodded in agreement.
“Let’s go to the front first and clean up the courtyard of the house briefly.”
"In the past few months, I have been wandering and traveling. The scenery here is nice, and it is just a good place to rest for a while."
Hearing this, Yang Fang immediately understood.
He was afraid that he would lose his mind and go to extremes, so he decided to stay with him for a while.
"Shopkeeper Chen, don't worry."
"I just want to talk to the master."
Chen Yulou nodded, patted him on the shoulder, then greeted a few people, and walked along the original path through the bamboo forest to the small courtyard between the mountain cols.
Because there has been no one living there for seven or eight years.
The house is very dilapidated.
Pushing the door open, you will be greeted by a musty smell of dampness mixed with rot. The corners are full of cobwebs. When you hear any movement, unknown insects scatter in all directions.
You can also faintly hear the squeaking of mice.
Turned around.
A large piece of the southeast corner collapsed.
The green tiles were shattered on the ground.
The rain hit the ground, leaving large black marks, and weeds grew out of the cracks in the blue bricks.
The wooden stairs leading to the second floor were severely corroded by moisture and began to sway slightly as soon as you walked, as if they would break in the next moment.
See this situation.
Even Chen Yulou could not help but frown tightly.
"Shopkeeper, do we still need to clean up?"
Kunlun was so big that he didn't dare to follow him. He just stood downstairs and asked.
“Just clean it up.”
"We don't know what Brother Yang Fang's plans are yet."
Chen Yulou breathed out.
Ancient buildings with bamboo and wood structures are prone to collapse. It is extremely difficult for them to remain standing for so many years and maintain their current appearance.
But if you want people to live in it, it needs major repairs.
“Okay.”
After hearing this, several people seemed to have no better way.
Having a roof over your head is better than sleeping in the forest at night. In the Qinling Mountains before, sleeping in the middle of the night was like a torment.
Insects chirped, birds chirped, wild beasts roared, and the cold wind howled all night long.
Especially because their five senses are beyond ordinary people. Even if there is a slight movement, they can wake up in an instant. They are tortured both physically and mentally. They really don’t want to have it again.
Looking for tools on the spot.
None of the four people took a break.
We all started cleaning the first floor from the inside out, and then sprinkled a layer of lime powder to repel insects and remove the smell. I can’t say how clean it was, but at least I was able to stay.
Finish all this.
Kunlun and the old foreigner did not rest. They went outside to get some firewood and prepared to make a fire for cooking.
Wait for the soup in the pot to boil.
Yang Fang finally returned from the bamboo forest.
Looking haggard, there was an indescribable tiredness all over his body.
“You’re here at the right time, brother Yang Fang, it’s hot to eat and you can replenish your energy.”
The three people behind him looked at each other, no one knew how to speak, but Chen Yulou seemed to As if nothing happened, he smiled and said hello.
"Shopkeeper Chen."
Yang Fang did not sit down in a hurry.
Raised his head and took a deep look at the four people.
Seeing this, several people seemed to have thought of something, and the atmosphere suddenly became solemn and quiet. They all stopped their movements and looked at him quietly.
"There are also Yang Kuishou, Brother Kunlun and the old foreigner."
"Thank you for taking care of me these days. Although Yang Fang has been traveling around the world for several years, his mind has never been mature enough. When he meets Things will get chaotic.”
"To be honest, I have been confused these past few days, and I have been confused day and night. If it weren't for you, I might not have been able to survive."
Listen to his ramble.
The old foreigner shook his head and smiled, "It doesn't matter, you just like to speculate..."
"I know it myself."
Yang Fang smiled bitterly, "Most of it If it weren’t for your care over the years, I wouldn’t have been able to get to this point.”
Just half a year.
Travel south to north, Kuanglu Mountain, Jingjue Ancient City, and Kunlun Shrine.
Cultivation is advancing by leaps and bounds, going straight to Gang Jin, and is only one step away from entering the grand master realm.
If he were to walk alone, he might not be able to do it in his lifetime.
"Who is Brother Yang Fang?"
From what he said, he should have made a decision.
But I still didn’t know whether to leave or stay. Chen Yulou pondered for a moment and couldn’t help but ask.
"I have asked the master for instructions just now."
"What the old man meant."
A look of determination appeared in Yang Fang's eyes.
"The man has his ambitions in all directions!"
Hoo——
Hearing this, everyone including Chen Yulou breathed a sigh of relief.
"Okay!"
"Brother Yang Fang has this ambition. Chen believes that senior Jin Abacus will be very happy if he knows about it!"
He spoke.
The hearts of the three Partridge Whistle finally fell back into their stomachs.
We have known each other for so long.
They have long been accustomed to walking with each other.
If Yang Fang is really determined to stay, there is nothing wrong with him, but... by then, there may be no chance to meet him again in his life.
Now, his boy has made the best choice.
“Here, there is a bottle of wine. I was saving it for the way back. Why don’t you come back today if you don’t get drunk?”
“Shopkeeper Chen, you are so unkind, you still have some in stock. ”
“Don’t talk nonsense, one bowl per person at most”
……
Old buildings on barren hills.
After several years, it has gained popularity again.
The noise echoed all around.
In the bamboo forest behind the mountain, the green leaves are undulating like lake water, seeming to be responding to the atmosphere ahead. (End of this chapter)