"who I am?"

“Where am I from?”

"Where am I going?"

For the past month, Li Cangyu has come to the same place every day and asked himself the same three questions.

This place is in the Qinling Mountains, on Taibai Mountain.

Li Cangyu once had a very simple and clear answer to these three questions: I am Li Cangyu, a young man in Shengdou. My parents brought me to this world. I was struggling hard on the journey to the grave, just to leave a trace of life.

Now all three questions have no answers.

Because overnight, everything around Li Cangyu changed.

In 2019 AD, it became the tenth year of Tianbao in the Tang Dynasty.

The familiar tall buildings and busy traffic in the city are never seen again. There are only towering Qinling Mountains and vast mountains around you. Li Cangyu is no longer the nine-to-five urban office worker, he has become a young hunter who makes a living in the jungle, Alang.

Alang's mother has passed away for two years, and her father is unknown. Therefore, the seventeen-year-old boy does not even have a surname, and people only call him "Alang".

Everything Li Cangyu, who has lived for thirty years, has disappeared. Parents, relatives, girlfriends, classmates, work, credit cards, living in mortgages and air conditioners that can help in summer...

All disappeared overnight.

It took a full month, and Li Cangyu did not fully recover from the huge psychological gap.

The towering Qinling Mountains are dangerous. Taibai Mountain stands tall and the sky stands proudly at the peaks, overlooking the small mountains.

The north wind roars and snow falls.

Li Cangyu looked up and saw that birds flew across thousands of mountains and people were destroyed in thousands of paths.

At this moment, he had a feeling that he was like a petal among the billions of snowflakes, and would soon be lost in this vast eternal mountain, as if he had never existed. This indescribable humility and boundless confusion were like a sharp sword piercing into his heart, making him feel a burst of pain and fear from his soul.

Uncontrollably, Li Cangyu reached out and held the knife behind him, pulled it out and held it tightly with both hands. He had never felt as insecure as he is now, and he actually needed to draw the knife in his hand to enhance his courage.

She Dao was the ancestor of Pu Dao in the Song Dynasty and was very common among the people of the Tang Dynasty. People used it to chop wood and cut obstacles and clear obstacles and open roads.

Li Cangyu's She knife was rough and heavy. It was inserted into the ground with a short shoulder half a foot, with a blade wide and a half wide and narrow in front and a narrow back. The blade body was slightly bent and dark all over, and the hilt accounted for about one-third. In addition to daily use, if you encounter a beast, the young wolf would also rely on it to survive.

In Li Cangyu's memory, the Tianbao Tang Dynasty was at the peak of its prosperity, with a country rich and powerful country coming to the court. The people of the Tang Empire were the most enviable and respectful "Tang people" in the eyes of foreign countries in the world. This great era is the eternal pride and dream yearning in the minds of many descendants of China in later generations.

But, what has the big relationship with the young Alang?

Born in this mountain, Alang seems to have no other choice in life except for the sword and bow of the sword and the bow. Unless he can completely walk out of this mountain, Alang will always hold this She knife tightly and rely on it for his life.

Therefore, since the first day Alang was able to pick up this knife, he has never stopped practicing sword skills.

Li Cangyu was fortunate to "inherit" this skill of Alang, and also retained the habit of practicing sword skills frequently.

Facing the wind and snow, Li Cangyu held his hands tightly and slashed his waist down, twisted his body against the wind, and slashed several times, and bursts of roars came out of his mouth.

If an expert sees this scene, he will definitely judge. Although Li Cangyu's knife is quite good, he seems to be venting his last rays of strength, as if he wants to use up all the last bit of strength in his body.

Finally, he collapsed on the snow, panting, but still felt lost and irritable. In a blink of an eye, he saw half a branch in the snow, and he picked it up and began to write and scratch the snow.

"How short is the day? A hundred years of hardships are easy to fill."

"The sky is vast, and the Tai Chi is long."

Li Cangyu started chanting while writing on the snow—

"I want to hold the six dragons, and turn back to the car and hang Fusang. I drink the fine wine in Beidou, and persuade the dragons to have a cup of wine!"

The beautiful poems really have the magical power to soothe people's hearts. Li Cangyu's lost and manic mood became much calmer at this moment.

Many beautiful memories are like the bright moon rising on the sea, gradually emerging in my mind.

This song by Li Bai's "Short Songs" was once learned by Li Cangyu when he was a child, but I didn't expect that I can remember it so clearly today. I remember that his grandparents were still alive at that time, and his father and mother, there were four teachers in the same family. At the same time, they all like Li Bai's poems. So on many starry nights during the summer vacation, the young Li Cangyu would read poems and nostalgia with the four teachers in his small courtyard where vines were planted.

The quiet summer night, the vast Milky Way, the gorgeous poems and the warm courtyard constitute the most beautiful childhood memory in Li Cangyu's life.

In recent days, Li Cangyu has relied on these memories and thoughts to support his spiritual world. If it weren't for this, he wouldn't have doubted that he would become a lunatic because of this boundless confusion and extreme boredom.

"Brother Alang! Brother Alang!" A young man's cry came from the side of the mountain road, "You have indeed come here again!"

Li Cangyu turned his head and looked at it. It was his cousin Gao Ju who came.

Gao Ju was fourteen years old and was almost inseparable from Alang since he was a child. He was short in figure, and now he was wearing a furry animal fur and walking on thick snow, like a ball of hair rolling forward funnyly on the snow.

"Brother Ye, is there anything wrong?" Li Cangyu waved his knife to sweep away the handwriting on the snow, stood up and continued to practice chopping.

"Hu, Hu!" Gao Ju walked closer and took a few breaths, and said, "Tomorrow will be your Dingli. My father asked me to ask you, have you figured out your name?"

"Name?"

Li Cangyu was slightly stunned and stopped the sword.

Tomorrow is the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, Alang's birthday is about 17 years old. According to the customs of this area, men over 17 years old must hold a ceremony for the ceremonies.

In fact, according to Chinese tradition, men perform "weakness rituals" for twenty years, which signify adulthood. However, poor children are early in their families, and it is very common among the people who become 16 or 17 years old or even become fathers. The significance of holding rituals is very important. Simply put, a teenager becomes a man from then on and can start a family and start a career.

If a real man does not change his name or his surname, how can he lose his name?

"Brother, don't even your father, my uncle, know who my father is?" Li Cangyu asked. This is indeed a big problem. At least you have to figure out what your surname should be in this life?

"I don't know." Gao Ju shook his head, "But my father said that since he doesn't know what his surname is, then Brother Lang might as well take the surname of the country."

"National surname, Li?" Li Cangyu's heart moved slightly. Such a coincidence?

Gao Ju said, "My father said that many Hu people came to Tang Dynasty and used their own names of Han. Hu people can use them, but can't Han'er still use them?"

"This makes sense." Li Cangyu couldn't help but rub his furry fur hat.

Gao Jue smiled silly, "Brother Wolf, what kind of name are you going to give yourself?"

"Cangyu." Li Cangyu said without hesitation, "From now on, my name will be Li Cangyu!"

"Cangyu? It sounds strange..." Gao Ju looked confused, "I thought it would be Damao, Ermu, Sanhe and the like."

Li Cangyu turned his head and looked at the vast mountains and whispered to himself: "The moon in the first spring is in the camp... The east wind thaws, and the hibernating insects begin to rise. The fish are on the ice, the otters sacrifice fish, and the wild geese come. The emperor lives on the left side of Qingyang, rides on the phoenix road, drives the Canglong, carries the Qing flag, wears the Qing garland, and wears the Cangyu!" (Cang, Tongcang).

"Ah?" Gao Ju was stunned, "Brother Lang, what are you talking about?"

"Don't there be a few books left by my mother in my family? What I read is the sentences in those books." Li Cangyu thought to himself that this passage comes from the difficult ancient Chinese text from "The Book of Rites", I am afraid I will never forget it in my life. When I was born, my father drank too much and picked up the book "The Book of Rites" next to me, and then chose the two words in the book and named me. Later, when I was angry with him, I once complained, "Why didn't you name me with the bill that charged for phone bill back then?

Gao Ju scratched his head straight, "Brother Alang, I can't remember these. Why don't you tell my father in person?"

"It's OK."

"Then I'll go back first."

"Wait a minute!" Li Cangyu grabbed him and smiled upwards, "I'm here, I'll practice a punch with me!"

"Haha!" Gao Ju grinned, put his hands on his hips and raised his stomach, and put on an arrogant look that he deserves to be beaten. "Brother Lang, do you want to be beaten again?"

"It's not certain who beats anyone!"

Li Cangyu angrily slapped off the fur hat on Gao Ju's head, inserted the big knife into the snow, took off the thick animal skin on his body, and shouted, "Come on!"

"Come on!" Gao Ju also shook off the thick fur on his body, "I promise first, don't cry if I lose!"

"Bah!"

The two brothers immediately fought together.

A strong body and strong skill are the number one capital for hunters to make a living in the jungle. Therefore, such martial arts practice will never be a waste of time, otherwise it will be a despised one's own life.

The wind blew and fisted to the flesh. The two brothers were like two beasts meeting on a narrow road in the snow. They fought each other fiercely and fiercely, as if they were fighting each other with their lives.

People should not behave like appearance.

Fourteen-year-old Gao Jue is short and childish, but has a unique talent and great strength. This guy is slow to learn anything, but his understanding of martial arts is extremely extraordinary.

Li Cangyu was quickly pushed to the ground by Gao Bai, and her body was extremely sore.

Gao Jue laughed and pulled Li Cangyu out of the snow and slapped Canxue on his body, "Brother Lang, don't fight me again in the future. You have lost no less than forty times this month!"

"This time, I'll come back next time!" Although it was not the first time I was beaten up, Li Cangyu was still very embarrassed and angry.

Why, I am your brother!

I'm a head taller than you!

I am well-versed in the past and the present!

I am well-educated!

I'm more handsome than you!...

However, when the body was beaten and the heart was gone, there was no such awkward feeling in my heart, and even my nerves were cured.

In the past month, this is the best anti-condemnation activity that Li Cangyu can find.

It can not only strengthen the body, but also relieve worries and sorrows.

Therefore, although Li Cangyu was beaten by Gao Ju every time, he still enjoyed it.

How to relieve worries?
Chapter completed!