"Kid...... You say, these people, Yao, are they happy?"

This mysterious question from the old man of the Yao people made Zhang Chengluo speechless, and he didn't know how to answer.

He opened his mouth in a daze, but finally didn't say anything.

In life, there are many sufferings that accompany you. How many people can really say that they are truly happy? Who doesn't have all kinds of troubles, but they all wear a mask of hypocrisy and pretend to be happy in front of others?

Asking himself, Zhang Chengluo thought that he had always lived quite freely, but after the old man asked, Zhang Chengluo felt that he didn't seem to be really happy.

There were doubts in his heart, Zhang Chengluo never held back. He saluted the mysterious Yao old man, and asked lightly with some respect: "This old man, you can't answer that question." I don't know if you, old man, can you answer your questions below?"

The old man of the Yao people did not answer immediately, but continued to look at the Yao people singing and dancing in the valley, with a trace of imperceptible kindness in his eyes, and then said slowly: "Life, however, decades. Born in this world, it is destined that there will always be, unsatisfactory things. The human heart is the most unfathomable, perhaps, in your eyes, the happy, those, the people, themselves, are not, happy, and those, it seems, the unhappy, those people, themselves, have their own pleasures in their hearts......"

"That's what you said, old man. But I still want to ask, how is that true happiness?" Although the old man spoke slowly, his tone was full of charm, and Zhang Chengluo felt that his heart was attracted by the old man's words, and he couldn't help but throw out another question.

It was only then that the old man of the Yao people shifted his gaze from the cheerful Yao people in the center of the valley to Zhang Chengluo's face, a pair of old and muddy eyes that could not hide his wisdom, kindness and vicissitudes looked at Zhang Chengluo steadily, and then he stretched out his dry and thin hand, pointed at Zhang Chengluo's heart from afar, and said lightly: "True, happy, only, you, yourself, heart, know." Yours, heart, can't be fooled, you. ”

"My heart, old man, do you mean that you want me to follow my heart?" Zhang Chengluo felt that he had a feeling of sudden enlightenment, and a trace of enlightenment suddenly appeared in his mind.

The old man showed a kind smile, as if his grandfather was looking at his most mischievous but obedient grandson who was extremely spoiled: "Your, heart, self-will, tell you, everything, the answer." No, ask others, too much. The heart, with some understanding, is enough. ”

After saying something, Zhang Chengluo was in awe of the old man. This may be the life perception obtained from the baptism of the years and the experience of life, with a little bit of freedom and ease, with a little bit of leisure, living in the red dust, but the heart is alone in a world of heaven and earth, and the soul is separated from the body. This is a bit of the kind of "carefree" attitude proposed by Zhuang Zhou, the pre-Qin sage.

can make a person understand in a few words, and at the same time, he has a powerful strength that makes Zhang Chengluo feel palpitations, such an old man who looks so ordinary that he can no longer be ordinary, as if a gust of wind can blow away, is destined not to be an ordinary person.

"Dare to ask the old man, who are you?" Zhang Chengluo actually had some guesses in his heart, but he couldn't really be sure whether his guess was correct or not.

Fortunately, the old man was not a person who was hiding it, he smiled kindly, and said directly: "Old decay, this is it, Yaozhai, Great Elder." ”

"So you're the Great Elder?! Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry for getting too excited. In Zhang Chengluo, Qingzhou City, Dongzhou, Xianai, I saw the Great Elder. The moment he learned the identity of the old man, Zhang Chengluo was really taken aback, he had already thought that the old man in front of him could not be the patriarch of the Yao tribe, but he didn't expect that he was actually a great elder in the Yao tribe, with a higher status than the patriarch.

You must know that the head of a primitive life such as the Yao tribe is not necessarily the most powerful person in the tribe.

In many cases, the patriarch was only a powerful member of the tribe, who was responsible for organizing the daily hunting and farming of the tribesmen, as well as leading the way in battles with other tribesmen.

As for the tribe, the real power is actually the elders of the tribe. They rely on their experience, wisdom, prestige and strength to assist the patriarch in managing the affairs of the tribe, and at the same time serve as the spiritual leader.

For example, in the Yao tribe of the Nine Suspicious Mountains, the patriarch Lan Yang was the strongest among the younger generation, and he took the clansmen to the Nine Mountains for daily hunting activities.

And the Great Elder is the most learned and wise of the entire Yao tribe. He supervises the other elders, supervises the actions of the elders, and is responsible for educating the young people in the tribe in terms of ideas and knowledge.

In this Yao tribe, the Great Elder can be said to be the real first person.

For Zhang Chengluo's excitement, the Great Elder, who had reached the age of ancient people, seemed much more indifferent. He looked at Zhang Chengluo kindly and smiled slightly, then turned to the valley again, looked at those Yao people, and said lightly: "Dongzhou, the land, the people, the spirit, the rich, the prosperous." Historically, they have all been, heroes, and generations. Not only that, you, the Han people, yearn for, in fact, we, the Yao people, how can we, no, so. ”

Zhang Chengluo listened quietly on the side and didn't say anything.

"Over the years, we, the Yao people, although, with, you, the Han people, the relationship, is not as good, a few years ago, so, okay, but, those, young, children, heart, still, in the outside world. Once, go out, don't come back. ”

This book was first published in Book King