But looking at the vastness sweeping from the sky and the earth, the sound disappeared into my ears, as if it had pierced the bone marrow.
When the eyes fell on the bright and dazzling snow, people felt a kind of coldness that penetrated the heart.
"When you find your own heart, you also find your own way."
Watching the biting north wind whistling between the sky and the earth, watching the goose feather snow flying in the air, it was like a sharp knife cutting the sky into pieces.
Erqing's eyes once again recalled last night's dream.
I recalled the scene when I was standing on a green boat on an endless river.
"When I find my own heart, I also find my own way... But is my way in this world?"
Looking at the vast land, Erqing thought silently in his heart.
"Er Qing, Er Qing, where are you? Come out quickly. Grandpa's condition is getting worse. He wants to see you for something."
At this time, an urgent voice came from behind.
The voice was inaudible in the biting cold wind.
But Erqing heard it.
The moment the voice sounded, there was a lingering tenderness in his eyes, which melted the coldness of silence. When he understood the content of the words, a trace of panic appeared in his eyes.
Grandpa.
He is the only shaman of their Nanyan tribe, and the only spiritual belief of the entire tribe. Even the tribe leader is under the shaman.
The clan leader can die, but the witch cannot.
On this northern land, there are countless tribes and countless barbarians.
However, if a tribe has no witches, no matter how many creatures there are, they will be buried under the vast white snow.
For example, the mountain where they are now is said to have been the land where the barbarian Yan Kingdom once lived thousands of years ago.
Now, the life of their shaman from the Nanyan tribe is coming to an end.
"How could this be?"
Erqing felt panic and helplessness for the first time in his heart.
Just like the dog he saw when he was young, the dog lost its owner, but he was helpless and ended up helpless.
As a shaman, his grandfather was not only the belief of the tribe, but also the only relative for him who had no father or mother since he was a child.
As this thought emerged, the young woman wearing a snow mastiff skin, who was calling Erqing, saw a snowdrift suddenly explode.
A young man with firm eyes stood up from the snow.
"Sister Xueling, Brother Beichen, how is grandpa doing?"
Looking at the stalwart young man following the young woman, Erqing's heart felt sour, but at this moment, he could not allow him to get caught up in his own personal emotions.
"Grandpa is fine. He just suddenly coughed a little violently. You can follow Xueling quickly. I will stand guard for you today."
The man named Beichen said thoughtfully.
"Um."
Er Qing looked at Beichen with confusion as he found a place to hide in the snow and nodded.
"It's your fault that Brother Beichen hit you last time. It's okay. After you complete Manqi in another year, you can fight back again.
Now, it's better to follow me to see grandpa, he has been wanting to see you since he woke up."
Looking at Er Qing's eyes, Xue Ling hugged Er Qing and comforted him with a smile.
In her eyes, Er Qing is like a younger brother.
Erqing's face turned red and his heart beat like a drum.
The faint fragrance coming from the girl's body could not be blown away even by the biting cold wind.
It's not that he minded his defeat in the last competition with Beichen, it was just...
Seeing Xue Ling's bright smile, Er Qing held back the sadness in her heart and immediately ran quickly towards where her grandpa was.
"Squeak!"
As the wooden door opened, the biting cold wind blew up the thick animal skin behind the wood, causing the bonfire in the house to flicker.
When Er Qing stepped into the room, he saw a sturdy middle-aged man guarding the door.
In front of the bed, the old grandfather was drinking medicine, served by the tribal doctor.
"Clan leader, how is grandpa's health?"
Looking at the sturdy middle-aged man, Er Qing took a deep breath and asked with a solemn expression.
"Did that girl Xue Ling say something to you? Let's see how I deal with her when I get back."
"It has nothing to do with Sister Xue Ling."
"You know how to protect her."
The leader of the Nanyan tribe frowned, then looked at Er Qing with soft eyes and said.
"Don't worry, grandpa is fine.
I just vomited a mouthful of bruises, and the injury will start to heal next, so hurry over."
After the patriarch finished speaking, he followed the doctor who put down the medicine bowl and walked out of the door.
"Woooo..."
Although the cold wind outside the house was still howling, there was no longer any chill that could sweep into the room.
Therefore, as the lights gradually returned to brightness, Erqing also came to the only shaman of the Nanyan tribe and sat down.
"Grandpa, are your injuries feeling better?"
Looking at the pale face, Er Qing asked nervously.
"Haha, people, just like the sunflowers in this northern land, there are days when the flowers are in full bloom, and there are days when they wither in the snow.
Mere life and death are not enough for the Tao."
Grandpa said with a smile, as if he was talking about another trivial matter.
Just as the disease tortured his body, the wisdom in his eyes was still as dazzling as the stars in the dark night.
"Grandpa is a strong man in the Kaichen Realm. His lifespan is twice as long as that of ordinary people. He must be..."
Er Qing's heart tightened and he said quickly.
But before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the grandfather in front of him.
"Er Qing, I am going to let you inherit my position and become the shaman of my Nanyan tribe in this land of Beicang, this land of Yunshan."
Grandpa said with a smile.
"I……"
Erqing was stunned for a moment, and before he could speak, he started to swallow.
He knew that only when a witch was about to fall would the next witch be officially established.
"Grandpa, does it have to be like this? Your injury is almost healed, isn't it?"
Erqing lowered his head and said.
"You are already fifteen this year. In this Nanyan tribe, Beichen will be the next clan leader, but you will also be the next shaman.
Even if you no longer care about Xue Ling, you are the only one in this tribe who has the same eyes as mine.
Erqing, become a witch.
Even though grandpa passed away, grandpa believes that you can lead the people to survive on this land of Beicang.
This is the mission of every tribe and every witch, and it is also my mission that Grandpa hopes you can inherit."
Accompanied by a cough, even though it was difficult to speak, Grandpa still spoke in a steady voice.
There was no pressure in his eyes, only trust and expectation.
"Er Qing, willing to become a witch."
Facing Grandpa's gaze, Er Qing said firmly with his red eyes.
"Er Qing will inherit Grandpa's mission and lead the people to live a good life."
"Thank you for your hard work, kid. From now on, you are the new wizard of the Nanyan tribe.
Wu Ming, Su Ming.
Grandpa hopes that in the future, you can find your own destiny."
On a snowy night with a howling cold wind, there was an old man and a young man in the room.
…
"Kowtow before the devil for ten thousand years, and look back on this mortal world and never become an immortal..."
Erqing, Su Ming!
When that little boat comes to an end, can you find your own life this time?"
In front of the creek, Ji Yi's eyes fell on the world in the green boat, and he also had expectations in the silky smoothness of the cat.