After the county magistrate was trampled to death, Qishan was silent for a long time.
Shen Tang squatted by the stream to wash his feet and shoes.
Listening to the gurgling sound of the stream, she suddenly broke the silence: "Yuanliang, what kind of person is your friend?"
Qi Shan said: "He is a very good person, soft-hearted and easy-going. He often helps others but ends up living in poverty... There are few people in the world who are better than him, but good people have short lives..."
In a trance, it seemed as if the young man's voice was still echoing in his ears. His tone was gentle, smiling, clear and crisp, unlike the hoarse and weak voice in the "Book Mountain" secret place after being without food and water for several days.
There are good and evil in the world, but in the end, good outweighs evil. If we stand aside and watch the suffering of good people because of those evil people, how are we different from the evil people? Helping others is only to have a clear conscience, not to expect others to be grateful. If you choke, you will not eat.
Aqu, your idea is not feasible.
How could a normal person be so stupid? He was bitten back by an ungrateful person several times but still didn't learn his lesson. When he met Yancheng, he lost his life.
He did not use exaggerated words to describe how good that close friend was. The friend in his memory was just a young man with a young face, only four years older than Mr. Shen next to him. But in his memory, he was like a brother, a father, a teacher, and a friend...
He was his lifelong benefactor.
Qishan looked at the stream and sighed.
"Because of this problem, when he was young, I often advised him not to care about so many things, and repeatedly warned him not to trust others easily! And not to lend a hand to anyone who looks pitiful... God knows if the person he is saving is a human or a ghost in human skin! But he didn't listen, not even once." Not only did he not listen, he would also use his age of two months to suppress him, and Qi Shan would always have a gloomy face.
He said similar things a lot, and every time he agreed verbally, he would turn around and do whatever he was supposed to do. If someone came to ask for help, he would not know how to say no. His family was so poor that they only had a room full of books, and the rice jar was so clean that even mice would not bother to visit.
In fact, Qishan is not qualified to give such advice.
After all, he himself was one of the people who were rescued.
In terms of origin, this close friend was not bad, but his family was poor. If he wanted, his ancestors' noble reputation and the support of his mother's family could allow him to obtain wealth that ordinary people could not imagine. But he would rather maintain the status quo and be so poor that he had to write street stories anonymously.
Shen Tang: "A street storybook? What's the content?"
Qishan was silent.
Ehmm—
Seven out of ten books cannot be spoken of.
Qishan changed his words to a more elegant one: "Enlightenment..."
Shen Tang: "Enlightenment?"
Qi Shan's mouth twitched: "Boudoir... Enlightenment..."
Zhiyou is responsible for providing material inspiration and content, Qishan is good at painting and is responsible for selling the paintings. They work together to create a storyline with ups and downs, scenes with action, and it is exciting.
Those wild scenes and imaginations, magnificent descriptions and scenery, provided countless imagination spaces for those noble and famous people who appeared to be upright and upright but secretly eager to make trouble. This work once became a major source of income for the family.
It also made Qishan unable to look directly at his best friend...
How did a young man who had never been to a place of fireworks come up with so many tricks based on his imagination? When asked, people said, "There is Yan Ruyu in the book"... Yan Ruyu would teach these things
Shen Tang: “…”
My goodness, this young scholar with white skin, black eyes, red lips and white teeth has a head not only full of knowledge, but also full of knowledge.
Based on Qi Shan's simple description, a young man with a kind and soft heart, a stubborn and simple personality, and many strange skills gradually emerged in my mind. He is indeed a very interesting person, and it is precisely because of this that it is regrettable.
"There is one thing - Yan Cheng may be right."
Qishan spoke suddenly.
"What?"
"If we're talking about being mean, I'm no different from him." Qi Shan smiled a smile that was uglier than crying, and asked, "Do you know how I survived?"
Shen Tang: “…”
Emotionally, she didn't want to know. This was Qishan's wound. If she opened it, it would be bloody and painful. But her mind told her that it was better to know than not to know. If she kept the wound covered, it would only fester.
Shen Tang asked softly: "How did you survive?"
Perhaps it was because he had taken revenge, Qishan had a rare urge to talk, and he forced himself to recall the past like a self-abuse.
"That secret place hides a military formation built with rocks. There are eight gates and eight formations around it. The main formation is in the middle of the army, with a total of nine main formations, and sixty-four small formations under them. The big formations are inside the small formations, and the formations are nested and combined. There are dangers everywhere. Once you enter the formation, you will be in danger..."
Perhaps some predecessor had taken out a part of the remaining formation, which fell into the hands of Shiwu, who used crooked methods to research a very unethical way to break the stone formation. Sacrifice one person in exchange for the location of the death gate, and the other person can go out from the life gate.
Neither he nor "Qishan" knew this, and they circled the secret stone formation for several days, experiencing countless illusions - huge waves, landslides, mountains of swords and seas of fire... They seemed fake, but they were real when they fell on them, and they could not tell the difference between the real and the fake.
They were already exhausted from trying to survive, and they had to use all their energy to figure out how to break the formation and escape. Without food and water, even in the "Mountain and Sea Holy Land" with abundant energy from heaven and earth, the two could not survive for long, until they were extremely hungry and thirsty, and had a mirage-like illusion, leading them to kill each other.
Qi Shan said: "The person who died... should have been me... Because of his scribe's way, the stone formation he suffered was much smaller than mine..."
His friend woke up before him.
Even if Qishan died at that time, he would not have known it.
"I would rather he eat my corpse, chewing my flesh and drinking my blood..."
But he survived.
When he woke up weakly, his mouth was full of the taste of iron, the blood remaining in the corners of his mouth had dried, and the surrounding illusion turned into a snowy mountain peak with a blizzard. His friend's clothes were all covering him, and he was held in his arms, covered with his weak body temperature.
All that was left was a twisted suicide note written with blood and frozen fingers. Qi Shan clenched his hands on his knees and said, "It's called a suicide note, but it's just half a sentence... But I know what he wanted to say."
The two had traveled together.
Once when he was in danger, the boy was young, but his stubbornness was shameful. He said firmly: No brother will let his younger brother die in front of him. Even if he has to die, he should go to the underworld to pave the way for you! Otherwise, how can I be your brother!
Shen Tang didn't know how to comfort Qishan.
"Then how did you break out of the formation?"
Qi Shan's expression was numb: "It didn't break the formation..."
"No?"
How to survive then
The stone formation was full of dangers. Even when there were two people, they were tortured so badly, not to mention Qi Shan, who was exhausted and breathing out more than inhaling, was left alone. Qi Shan smiled bitterly: "Because in six or seven hours, the raging snowstorm will end and the Book Mountain will be closed!"
He was able to save his life because of this.
While he was waiting to die, he watched helplessly as the body of his only friend in this life, who was not a brother but was better than a brother, went from still warm to completely stiff and cold like an ice sculpture... and was left forever in the "Book Mountain".
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