Seeing that it was approaching noon, Liu Qing asked Yun Zhong to go to the alchemy room and wait for a while. He stepped on the ground with his back foot, and did not walk on the mountain road. Instead, clouds rose under his feet, directly rising from the cliff where Yun Zhong usually watched the clouds. He jumped down, hiding his figure, and within a few breaths, he was already at the side of the shallow stream at the foot of the mountain.
There is a long stream at the foot of Nangong Mountain. It was originally a very narrow branch of the Sanmen River. Although the water in the stream is very shallow, it can barely allow people with poor legs and feet to wash their clothes here. The water is so shallow that it can be washed. Submerged in the pebbles and fine sand in the stream. Normally, it would be rare to see any swimming fish in such a shallow stream. It would be rare to see fish as long as half a finger. But in the middle reaches of the stream, there sat a very drunk man. He was so drunk that he His body was almost slumped on the wicker chair.
"Sir, you are so elegant." The scholar appeared and faced the man across the bank with a calm expression. "It's a pity that there is never a big fish in this small stream. I'm afraid that your wait is in vain."
The man was very drunk. The yellow rope in his hand was shaking when he made the slightest move, but he still smiled loosely and said, "Who said there are no fish in this shallow water? There was a big fish jumping down from the high mountain just now. Not long ago, Then it will fall into my fishing basket, and only then can the one who wishes take the bait, which is endlessly wonderful."
Liu Qing did not comment, looked calmly at the fisherman opposite, and said slowly, "If there is a big disaster in Nangong Mountain, I wonder if you, sir, would be willing to help, or would you just watch from the wall and take care of yourself?"
The flowing water was gurgling. The man looked sideways at the scholar opposite, and said with a wanton smile, "As far as I know, there are many Buddhists in Yizhang. It can be seen that every time the Qingming Festival comes, the fish caught will be released to make some merit. , although I despise this kind of behavior, this is still a kind intention. I am not an unscrupulous person who takes your Nangongshan Sect’s silver in vain. I should help you. I just want to help you. It’s a pity that there are no fish in the fish basket, how can we do good deeds?”
"Whatever you need, sir, just tell me." The scholar smiled and said, "I'm afraid the money in the market is not enough to attract your attention. Nangong Mountain is not that narrow sect that doesn't know the depth. I would like to keep you here at the foot of the mountain." You can see the signs after just a short stay, and I think Mr. Lai also knows it well."
Mr. Drunk lowered his face in disgust and rolled his eyes, "I'm just saying that people like you who are always smiling are not easy to deal with. What's more, you are a scholar. It's even harder to fool me when you put two and two on top of each other. I still want to ask for more benefits, but I have to take two steps back, otherwise it will appear that I, a poor scholar who teaches and educates people, don't know how to do things."
"Just tell me, my fish basket is still empty now, what do you want to fill it up with?" The drunk man opened his eyes and raised them with difficulty, which was quite profound.
"Compared with those big sects, Nangong Mountain was established not long ago and its traces are weaker, but when it comes to heavenly objects and heavenly materials and earthly treasures, it is enough." Liu Qing calmly stretched out his hand into the shallow stream, "Sir, if you need anything, just ask, no need to be polite."
In spring, the sky was clear and the clouds were wide, and life was full of joy. A few birds chirped softly and landed on the branches. They were about to peck at the green buds that had not yet spread out, but they looked towards the bank of the stream for no reason, with a very puzzled expression.
"For me, the treasures of heaven and earth are no different from gold and silver in the world. If I want to take them, I can take them and use them. The leader of Nangong Mountain should not be so vulgar." The man stood up unsteadily, " Previously, your master and I wanted to meet someone. If my guess is correct, this person can inherit my mantle. I have traveled to many famous mountains and rivers. I feel a little tired, so I want to get rid of this not-so-good job as soon as possible. Leave it to others. But now, I feel that your little junior brother can reluctantly inherit my mantle."
The scholar was speechless, but the stream in front of him slowed down for a few breaths before flowing again.
The man was not in a hurry to speak, but he stretched out his palm, raised his head, and then squinted his drunken eyes at the scholar on the other side, "My little friend, even if it is not the fourth realm, it is not too far away, but it is too unbearable." gas."
"Wu Shuang is still here, how can I go up the mountain to snatch his disciples? The worst I can do is give him my mantle and mantle. It is my right to get out of this job and give my skills and job to that boy. In this way, I can live a pure life for the rest of my life." , it doesn’t matter whether you want to become a disciple or not.”
The man weighed the rope, hung the fish basket behind his back, raised his head and walked away, leaving two or three words before leaving.
"Besides, the person I originally selected is no worse than your junior brother. I just want to discuss it with you today. If things change, there must be a way to choose. If you agree, you will agree, even if you don't agree, , I have to help with this." "Although I promised something to Immortal Wu Dajian before, in the end, Nangong Mountain can tolerate people who are not tolerated by the immortal sects in the world. How can I, a passerby staying here, watch with cold eyes."
Just as the man was about to move, the large attack formation hanging in the air fell loosely. The center of the formation seemed to be hit by a cold palm, and it was completely shattered. Not long after it hit the ground, it turned into a wave of breeze. , go with the water of the flat stream, like flowing Qionghua.
The scholar is still a scholar, sitting quietly on the spring mud by the stream, his eyebrows stretched, but in the end he still asked: "Today is not the Qingming Festival. Normally, I should have classes. Sir, I am so drunk. I don't know how to teach?"
On Tomb Sweeping Day, many schools are closed for one day, and students are ordered to go home and burn paper to worship their ancestors with their parents. This is used to warn children to abide by filial piety and not forget their roots. However, it is only for this day. Nowadays, it is still Before the Qingming Festival, this completely unreliable gentleman was drunk and leaning on a wicker chair by the stream to fish, which was really against the rules.
The man kept walking and shouted incoherently, "Is it necessary to take a rest during the Qingming Festival? No, no, no. I don't allow skipping classes in this class. There are only four kinds of excuses available. One is the gurgling water reflecting the new buds, and the other is the mountains and the moon. Panning Nangong, the third one is for collecting jianjia and wind-curled tail, and the fourth one is for spring when all things are born."
"There must be some things in this world that are closer to the Tao and more in the heart than the words of the sages in the books. When I get old, I can't remember the heavens, the earth, the great temples and the heights in the books, but I can only remember them. At the foot of Nangong Mountain, there is a vast expanse of green grass, with the moon turning into frost. Isn't it beautiful?"
The drunkard staggered, picked up the long rope, and wandered around, like a light reed riding the wind, going with the wind and waves, settling down at will, one foot deep and the other shallow, walking slowly towards the distance.
The scholar sat quietly, picked up a line of water from the stream, and placed it in the palm of his hand. Then he took out a porcelain vase from his arms, coiled the water line and placed it in the porcelain vase. Then he clasped his hands together and looked at the man's back.
When the wind blows from all sides, He should stand proudly in the wind. But no matter how Liu Qing looked at it, this drunkard with unpredictable state was just like a weed on the wall, falling randomly with the wind, but now he really had some gentlemanly attitude.
Walking by the stream, I forget how far the road is.
Suitable for both near and far.
