The mountains are vast and dense, and the birds are singing continuously. It''s unique and quiet.

    "Lao Lin, first look at what your father left behind." Wu Mian said.

    "Little martial uncle, it''s a pity to say it." Taoist Lin shook his head with a frozen eyebrow. "My father''s calligraphy is a unique skill in the world, but..."

    "Your father doesn''t care about this false name. What''s the matter? You still want to sell money?" Wu Mian saw a bamboo chair in the yard, tried its hardness and lay down on the bamboo chair.

    Taoist Lin said with a smile, "my father left it, but it''s ok?"

    "I saw it when I was a child. At that time, my temperament was flying and I couldn''t calm down at all." Wu Mian said, "now look, this is a good place to go."

    "Why is that side red?"

    Just then, Chu Zhixi pointed to the northwest and asked, "brother, is that what you said about light pollution?"

    She is also very strange. It is noon, and light pollution will not appear at this time. Just on the way, I talked with Wu Mian about how provocative the night of laogua mountain is and how bright the Star River is. When it comes to light pollution, I''m always worried.

    Taoist Lin took a look, smiled and said, "it''s all right, mountain fire."

    “……”

    Chu Zhixi was stunned for a moment and immediately said, "they are all on fire!"

    "It''s all right, girl." Wu Mian lay on the bamboo chair and found a comfortable posture. Even her voice was imperceptibly gentle. "There are mountains and forests that always have mountain fires. Do you think the years are always quiet in the green mountains and rivers?"

    "Emmm, isn''t it?"

    "Of course not." Wu Mian said, "in our area, there are dozens of mountain fires every year, not to mention the whole mountains of Xing''an Mountains and Xiaoxing''an Mountains."

    "It''s too much!" Chu Zhixi was angry. "You can''t come in without smoking in such a dense forest of trees!"

    "Don''t look for reasons." Wu Mian said comfortably in the bamboo chair. "In the past, mountain fires were often used to sacrifice and burn paper. Now they are more strict, but you can''t control thunder fire."

    Chu Zhixi was stunned. Is that right?

    "Lao Lin, bring your father''s book."

    "Ah."

    Seeing Taoist Lin leaving, Chu Zhixi was still worried and asked, "brother, is it all right if the mountain is on fire?"

    "It''s all right." Wu Mian didn''t look at it. He lay in a bamboo chair with a satisfied face. "You''re a child in the city. You''ve never seen a fire. Bajingzi township is at the foot of the mountain. When I was a child, I watched adults go to fire every year."

    "I''ve heard of it. Which side of the mountain is burning again."

    "In the village, my father is the commander-in-chief of the fire prevention headquarters. He always has this name. If there is a mountain fire, it will be put out at the first time." Wu Mian said, "after the Daxinganling forest fire, this is the top priority."

    "Oh." Chu Zhixi didn''t see it. Although Wu Mian said so, he didn''t believe it as usual, but he was still worried.

    "Little martial uncle, give me a slap." Taoist Lin came back with an old wooden box and said as he walked.

    Wu Mian didn''t speak. His eyes behind Sunglasses opened and narrowed into a line, staring at the wooden box in Taoist Lin''s hand.

    "There are only three books left. My father wrote them."

    Taoist Lin put the wooden box on the table next to Wu Mian. Wu Mian sat up, picked up a copy of the book of songs and opened it carefully.

    In Chu Zhixi''s opinion, the font is quite scrawly. Even if it is difficult to recognize a word clearly, it can only be guessed by the context. But Wu Mian was fascinated. After reading a page of books for five minutes, he sighed and said, "Lao Lin, your father is really a calligraphy master."

    "I look good, but I can''t say what''s good." Taoist Lin said honestly.

    "I have a big base in my heart. I''ll pay for it." Wu Mian said, "ask heaven, earth and people."

    Taoist Lin didn''t know how to answer when he wanted to answer. He felt that little martial uncle, like his father, belonged to the kind of person with mental illness. Usually I can communicate, but I''m sick... For example, now I don''t know what they''re talking about.

    The book of songs copied by hand can be seen asking heaven and earth? Is the painting style wrong.

    Chu Zhixi and Taoist Lin didn''t know what to say. They all looked at Wu Mian in silence. Wu Mian was immersed in the bold font and looked at it page by page.

    Wu Mian read a book. In Chu Zhixi''s memory, there has never been such a situation now. Generally, you pick up a book, simply read it, read it in ten minutes at most, and put it aside.

    But he read half a Book of songs for an hour. Finally, he turned to the torn place, remained silent for a long time, and picked up the next book.

    There are only three books in total, and there are fewer left in the third one. Half of them are burned marks. It seems that they were thrown into the stove, and I don''t know why half of them were kept.

    Chu Zhixi looked carefully. It was inappropriate for her to say that the last book was crazy. In her opinion, it could be said to be scribbled. I can barely recognize the words of Zhengde Xinsi on February 4. Others don''t know what it says at all.

    But Wu Mian took the last book, only looked at it for a few eyes, looked dignified, took off his black sheepskin gloves and carefully fumbled for most of the burned old paper.

    Only a few pages, but he read it for two hours.

    At the end, only half a page is left blank, with black burned marks next to it. Wu Mian put the book aside and thought deeply.

    "Little martial uncle, according to the villagers'' description, there is a letter in this book," said Taoist Lin.

    Wu Mian nodded and picked up a piece of broken paper from the bottom of the wooden box.

    This piece of paper is relatively intact. Although it has not been torn or burned, it can not stand the honing of years. Wu Mian gently opened the paper and saw that there were only a few scrawled words on it, and the rest were gone.

    Looking up, you can see half a crown, and there are only four big characters below.

    Wu Mian glanced, put the letter back in the box and put the lid on again.

    "Little martial uncle, do you think my father got the way and soared?" Taoist Lin kept this question in his stomach until Wu Mian finished reading it. He asked immediately.

    "What do you think?" Wu Mian said. "I guess your father finally found a way to control his illness."

    “……”

    "The last book is Xu Wei''s epitaph. Do you know who Xu Wei is?"

    "Yes, the one who fights against the rich man." Taoist Lin smiled.

    "Don''t be ridiculous. Tell me what you''re fooling the children.

    In those years, even if there were Yu Long and Qi Hu, Hu Zongxian could only maintain the situation. Later, he asked Xu Wenchang to go out of the mountain, and there were many strange tricks to bring peace to the southeast. "Wu Mian lay back on the bamboo chair and said," but where there was any Japanese chaos, it was all caused by the big families themselves, and it was just internal and external cooperation. "

    "Er, brother, just say it." Chu Zhixi immediately interrupted Wu Mian''s story. She was also curious about what the legendary Taoist Lin said. "