Mr. Yan has been very comfortable recently. Most of the people in the village came to look after the fields. The children were even more happy to have a few days of leisure. They stretched out their hair from the difficult books in school and happily went outside the village to step on the autumn leaves. They were in groups, and although they didn't see any rare toys, it was better than being covered in sweat every now and then in the summer. After three or two autumn rains, the chirping of cicadas becomes even more feeble, and the feeling of being at the end of the battle is finally not as difficult as before. It seems that the mountains are full of autumn, and it is a blessing to be able to have peace of mind.
Moreover, the scholar on the mountain came to the school in person a few days ago and said that in recent months, Wen Yu had specialized in formation formations and had probably achieved success. It would be better to ask the latter to practice for a while before making plans. It was hard to find an idea. You must also catch this spiritual light steadily. If you practice well and don't go wrong, you may be able to sit back and look around, and by the way, you can fully understand the unfamiliar formations you are currently using. Yan Jiaqing didn't care at all about this. After all, Wen Yu also worshiped Nangong first. As for going down the mountain from time to time, he only learned the rules of fishing. Yan Jiaqing rarely mentioned it in terms of cultivation, even if Wen Yu asked him on his own. At first, I just said that the opportunity has not come yet, and I will wait for a few months before making a decision.
Over time, due to various factors, Mr. Yan in the village school has become more and more idle in recent days. Many people can see this disheveled and drunk teacher from a distance by the stream near the field. But after all, he is He has been settled in the village for a long time. Although his behavior was a bit bad, most of the villagers did not blame Mr. Yan when they saw him drunk. Drinking has ruined the body, and many children in the village are looking for someone to teach them. Although Yan Jiaqing is drunk, most of them are still clear-headed, grinning and saying that it is not in the way. It is just a few glasses of wine, which is not considered poisonous. Moreover, even if you can't be a teacher now, many people will come to take your place in the future.
But Yan Jiaqing has always been very secretive about who will replace him.
There are always days when he doesn't drink, but Yan Jiaqing feels that the surroundings are boring. He stares at the nearby Wanren Peak of Nangong Mountain, feeling quite uncomfortable, but then he thinks again and goes up the mountain alone without telling him. It was unavoidable to be disrespectful, and besides the few people in the mountain, except for the sword-practicing boy who had some eyes, chatting with the others was not very interesting; as for Wu Shuang, Yan Jiaqing had probably guessed that this Nan The master of Gongshan Mountain couldn't help but admire his plan. Even though he had heard that the wine stored in the back mountain was extremely rich, he still wouldn't dare to steal the wine on his own despite his current abilities.
"It's a small area after all, and it's very boring. It's better to go out and look for a good river and throw a rope on it. It's autumn, and maybe a big fish can take the bait." Yan Jiaqing thought to himself, but he was a little unsure at what he was doing. Steady, he pulled off two or three strands of the child's hair one after another, touched the child's forehead quickly, took out a piece of candy from his sleeve, and gave it to the child's mouth. He took advantage of this opportunity and quickly tied up his hair in a bun, so as not to hear the cry.
"It is indeed miserable for the dignified fisherman of Yantangzhou to be reduced to this." An old man walked up to the side. The hatchet and short ax on his waist kept making a clanging sound. He sat down opposite Yan Jiaqing and clicked his tongue. "Looking at his face alone, it seems that I am more... It's a good time to have fun with your grandson. Mr. Yan has not yet passed the age where he knows his destiny, so it is too early."
Yan Jiaqing coaxed the children away, glanced at the old man, and was immediately stunned.
That day Shantaorong attacked Nangong. The old woodcutter, who looked like he had no master's attitude at all, knocked back the head of the Five Juemen by twenty or thirty feet with one axe. His power was unparalleled.
"It's still too early to know your destiny. Now I'm just at an early age. I'm just looking at the old prime minister. I can't keep up with my predecessors. I can't even see through the basics." Faced with this man, even if Yan Jiaqing has always been indifferent, he can't help but give up. He restrained his casual behavior and dared to attack the leader of his practice with an ax without saying a word. Even if he looked like a mountain woodcutter, no one dared to provoke him.
"Aren't you confused yet?" The old woodcutter raised his eyebrows and looked up and down at Mr. Yan, who was disheveled and smelled of alcohol. After a long while, he squeezed out a sentence and said, "Young people should not indulge in excessive pleasures and waste their lives for drinking and sex. In the future, Even if you have seen the great road, I am afraid that your body and bones will not be able to climb to a higher level, so you still have to cultivate yourself while you are still young."
"Senior, you might as well speak frankly about your purpose, and keep playing riddles like this. This junior's heart is really pounding. After all, if you are not from Nangong Mountain, I really don't dare to talk nonsense to senior." Yan Jiaqing smiled bitterly, stood up and bowed deeply to the old man, with a sad expression on his face.
The old woodcutter grinned, patted his hatchet and hatchet on his waist, and said leisurely, "If I want to harm you, why bother talking about some tasteless nonsense? Based on my temperament, if the ax can't be used, it won't be used. If you have the slightest intention, you must go out first and then quickly, it is always easy. You, a junior, have never done any evil, why do you want to chop a few times for no reason?"
Seeing that Yan Jiaqing still had that depressed face, the old man could only wave his hands and said angrily, "Since we are all familiar with the people on Nangong Mountain, there is no need to hide it from you. The first disciple of Wu Shuang wrote a letter a few days ago and asked me to come to you." When I came to Nangong Mountain to sit down, I said that I have been stuck in cultivation recently. No matter how hard I try, I can't reach the threshold of the five realms. I want to go out to the mountain to practice in the world, which will help to advance to the realm. I am quite impressed by this. He is doubtful; at his age, even I am only in the third realm, but now he has broken into the fourth realm, but he is still not satisfied. With his level of ability, he wants to touch the threshold of the fifth realm, which is really irritating."
When Liu Qing was mentioned, the old woodcutter had a look of disdain on his face. It was not because this young man had such grand ambitions that even frightened him, but because he was obviously no more than 30 years old, yet he still had an old-fashioned attitude, and his speech and behavior were very inappropriate. Straightforward, quite out of character.
"In that case, I will not disturb my seniors, so as not to delay my climb up the mountain. The master of Nangong Mountain is really ashamed of his ability to be tainted with hatred of right and wrong. I naturally want to stay away from you. I really can't get involved in such trivial matters, so I will resign." Yan Jiaqing asked the old man to look him up and down. He couldn't feel at ease. He agreed and stood up to leave. Unexpectedly, the old woodcutter refused to give up. He stared at the old man and touched his waist, as if he wanted to chop.
"Besides mentioning it, the autumn scenery in Nangong Mountain is indeed more beautiful than in other places. Mr. Wu's fortune is really great."
Yellow leaves were everywhere and the autumn colors were flowing. The old woodcutter walked up step by step and looked at the autumn colors in the mountains. It was so refreshing. After all, this is where the Immortal Family is located. Even if the top of the mountain is not as majestic and majestic as the few immortal mansions in the world, the four seasons in the mountain change, the clouds, mist, waves, and clouds are all full of color, and the light autumn scenery is enough to soothe the wind and dust. In comparison, the down-and-out literati following the old man looked even more down-trodden: a rusty hatchet and a shiny hatchet were hanging on the back of his head at the Dantian area. The old man didn't shy away from it at all. He hooked the scholar's neck. His sleeves were stained with oil, but he didn't notice it.
"It's not shallow, it's really not shallow." Yan Jiaqing was already full of alcohol and had not yet woken up. The taste in front of him was aroused. It took a lot of effort to suppress his anger and reluctantly grinned in response. Although the yellow rope is still carried on his shoulders today, the old woodcutter in front of him really can't afford to offend him. Even if he can get away with one and a half moves by luck, he will probably attract a more powerful senior to kill him, the fisherman. He penetrated into the middle of the river and suffered all kinds of pains from being eaten by thousands of fish, so he endured it again and again, and used all the deep city he had accumulated over the years. He said with a flattering smile, "Senior, if you have something important to do, I can go up the mountain by myself." Just sit here for a few days, don't delay your senior's practice."
The old woodcutter sneered, "I have nothing to do. Compared to a young man like you, you can be said to have nothing to do all day long. If you have nothing to do, you can cut down some ancient trees and chop some firewood. It will be easier than chopping people and dragons." After saying this, he slightly moved his wrist. Move, pick up the yellow rope with one hand, and pull it slightly.
The big pale yellow dragon suddenly stretched out. Even though Yan Jiaqing suppressed his inner energy, it still stretched out several feet in length. It escaped from the old man's palm and hovered in mid-air. A pair of giant green eyes were very irritable, but they did not have the slightest fear of retreating.
"This is what the fisherman of Yantang Prefecture relies on." The old woodcutter's smile did not fade away. He kept flipping the knife and ax up and down on his side, causing the surrounding mountain wind to roar, and the sound was drowned out by the rags. "It is indeed like that time. "The thing is, the horns on its head are tall, the beards are growing on the chin, and it has five claws. It is different from the snakes that have become dragons in this world. It can be said that it is full of majesty and dignity."
The old woodcutter clicked his tongue in amazement. He was not the least bit frightened or stunned. Instead, his eyes widened sharply. He waved his hand to attract the sword and ax flying in the air, eager to try it.
"Senior, this thing comes from the same line as Fishing Lang. There must be no mistakes. Moreover, it is very powerful. If you try it on the mountainside of Nangong Mountain, I am afraid that thousands of rocks will fall down and destroy the village. Moreover, it is not easy to communicate with the owner of the mountain. Explain." Yan Jiaqing didn't know what kind of magical power this old man had wielded. With one grasp, the yellow dragon that had been dormant for a long time appeared. The magical power of turning a rope into a dragon was unique to the fisherman's lineage. Such a scene now , the end was caught off guard.
The old man looked directly at the giant yellow dragon with lantern-like eyes, and suddenly laughed loudly, "There is no dragon in the world for a long time. It's a pity that the one in front of me may not be the real dragon mentioned in the ancient scriptures. It's just a worn-out skin with nothing to kill." It's a real pity that I can't encounter dragon skills." He immediately put away his sword and ax and headed towards the top of Nangong Mountain without looking back.
Yan Jiaqing struggled to retract the yellow dragon, turned it into an ordinary yellow rope and carried it on his shoulders, breathing a long sigh of relief.
On Nangong Mountain, Liu Qing opened the door to welcome guests, Yun Zhong handed tea, and Zhao Ziyang carried a long spear. It was clearly autumn, but he was still practicing spears in the courtyard with no shirt on. Qian Yin stuck his head out of the alchemy room, saluted and said hello, After going back to the house to look at the prescription, Wen Yu stepped forward and handed over two plates of tea, then quickly retreated with a knife hanging on her waist.
Nangong Mountain is still the gate to the Immortal Family with the misty sea of clouds. It seems that it has never changed. Back Mountain Bamboo Wine, when it is the clearest, is a hundred steps away. The aroma of the wine is mellow, and the purple air of the back mountain becomes thicker and thicker, seeming to be comparable to the sea of clouds. Fight in separate courts.
At the Wulingpo tomb mound, there was an unexplained addition of a scholar who was studying for his studies. He silently offered three sticks of incense and jumped north.
There is a slightly fat fortune teller in Shiwan Mountain. He is grabbing the sleeves of a passing merchant. He tells him that there will be a bloody disaster. He will die suddenly in a few days. His body is hard to find. He is so angry that the merchant almost broke his fortune telling flag.
At the border gate of Xijun, two horses came out of the city. One of them had a horse rolling like black clouds. He was extremely thin and cold. He wore a bamboo hat on his head and hung a long knife on his side. The young man's riding skills were a bit rusty, but the long sword on his waist made a faint sound in the misty rain.
The sword roars in the west wind, the knife holds the bent leaves, and the rustling autumn wind lifts the temples, just at the time of Rumo.
