Campus belle's cultivation master

West Yunnan, located in the west of Southern Xinjiang, is densely forested and boundless.

Because of the hot, rainy and humid climate, it is easy to generate poisonous miasma, which also leads to the flourishing of witchcraft and witchcraft, ignorance and backwardness, and repeatedly injure people's lives, which the authorities deeply think is a problem. Since the founding of the people's Republic of China, seven or eight large-scale exterminations have been carried out before and after the founding of the people's Republic of China.

Although the six religions in Wushan are not peaceful, they have crossed Wushan several times, invaded and killed wantonly, but the cruel scenes such as large-scale blood sacrifice decades ago have long gone.

Nowadays, in addition to several major cities in western Yunnan, thousands of stockaded villages, large and small, are distributed in the vast virgin forest. The people who have lived here for generations like peace, live and work in peace and contentment, and live happily in a prosperous age.

So many elderly people can't help crying and sighing when they recall the bloody West Yunnan dominated by the six religions decades ago

Having experienced the most cruel and brutal times, we know the value of peace and happiness. Even though the history of Qing Dynasty has only been willing to record the numerous achievements of the generals in fighting and beheading, for ordinary people, the leisurely life like the babble is the most precious

In the hinterland of Western Yunnan, there is an ordinary stockade called wutouzhai.

The Hakkas have lived here for generations. They made a living by hunting and farming, and lived a leisurely life of self-sufficiency. Their history can be traced back to hundreds of years ago.

There are nearly 200 families in this village. Except for the young people who go out to work, there are about 300 permanent residents, most of them are old and young, and there are few young people. The outflow of population in mountainous areas is the pain of unbalanced economic development, and it is also an unavoidable fact in this era. Even a remote village like wutouzhai is no exception.

The leader of the village, the village head in the sense of administrative division, is called sang Jiu. He is nearly 90 years old.

In the early morning, the air was wet and cool, and the bright sun was shining on the bamboo and wood buildings in the stockade, with a dim oil light.

Sangjiu, the leader of the stockade, came slowly down the bamboo paved path, followed by the loyal old dog who was not a few years old.

This is a habit he has formed every day since his wife passed away. After eating breakfast, he takes his dog to the front of the stockade to have a look and smoke a bag of dry cigarettes.

Until the sun came up completely, and the golden light spread all over the earth, he would slowly turn around, meet those early hunting and farming people, welcome the greetings of the younger generation all the way, and walk back home leisurely.

Sang Jiu came over, grabbed the railings with both hands, looked at the wild primeval forest in front of him, and stood in silence for a while.

After all, he is very old, more than 90 years old, and his back has long been hunched. After standing in this position for a few minutes, I felt pain in my waist and legs, and arthritis began to cause trouble.

Sang Jiu sighed. He had to sit on the stake beside him. He rolled a dry cigarette for himself, lit it with a match and smoked it silently.

The old dog came over meekly, arched his trouser legs, lying on the ground and squinting comfortably.

Man is as old as dog.

Sang Jiu smoked and looked around. He spent most of his life here except a few times in the city to open his eyes.

For decades, it seems that there has been no change here. It is still as desolate and quiet as before. Except that there are fewer and fewer young people in the stockade, maybe in a few years, when all the older generation are dead, the stockade will be empty

Thinking of this, he could not help a deep sigh.

But today, it is destined to be the most unusual moment in Sang Jiu's life, and it will completely break the tranquility and serenity of this hundred year old Wutou village.

"Father Sangjiu! Father Sangjiu Along the winding mountain road, there are five or six children, who have been playing outside for many years. The sun and rain make their skin dark, but their bodies are very strong. However, at the age of thirteen or fourteen, he was much taller than his peers and showed a clear muscle profile.

"Piwazi." Sang Jiu raised his eyelids and scolded, "what are you yelling about?"

The head of the child's figure is more burly, quickly ran up the steps, panting: "father Sangjiu, people, many people!"

Sang Jiu looked blank: "who is it?"

"Over there, a lot of people came to our stockade with horses and donkeys! We just touched shrimp in the river, and we saw it from a distance... "

Sang Jiu's eyes followed the direction the boy pointed out. Sure enough, on the winding narrow mountain road, he saw a long line of people and horses, like a giant centipede crawling, quietly approaching the prey

His rough fingers trembled suddenly, and the dry smoke between his fingers fell to the ground. At the bottom of his heart, he could not help feeling something bad

an hour later.

Nearly 300 villagers gathered in the small square in the middle of the village. The vast majority of them are elderly people and energetic children, with only 40 or 50 young people.

Sang Jiu, as the leader of the stockade, stands in the forefront.

The villagers worried about his health and brought him a chair. But he insisted on not sitting, but deliberately straightened his back, even though the hunched back could never be straightened.

Opposite him, there are dozens of people, all men.

With Sangjiu's keen eyes, he soon divided them into two groups. There are about a dozen people who are thin and weak, most of them are wearing glasses. They are obviously learned intellectuals. Most of the rest, however, are of strong physique and fierce eyesight. At first sight, they are practicing their own skills and are extremely difficult to deal with.

When sang Jiu was young, he also helped the armed forces of the Chinese military to wipe out the evil spirits of the six religions. He only needed a quick glance to understand the general situation in his heart, and could not help but be full of vigilance.

"Who are you?" In a low voice, he did not hide his hostility. "What are you doing in our stockade?"

The first one who spoke was a frail middle-aged man with glasses. He was smiling and friendly: "are you Mr. sang Jiu? I'd like to introduce myself. My name is Saito Miyamoto. I'm a professor of Archaeology at Qingbei University... "

Before he finished his words, sang Jiu's eyes suddenly turned cold, and his eyes were filled with disgust: "Dongyi people?"

"Ah, yes, I'm half Dongyi." Saito Miyamoto nodded with a smile, but his Mandarin was very fluent. "But I grew up in China and never went back to Dongyi. Mr. sang Jiu, I have the same love for Chinese land as you... "

Sang Jiu interrupted him again and shook his hand without hesitation: "please leave immediately. You are not welcome here!"