The sun is obscured by the dusk mist. Even if the setting sun is about to set, it is difficult to see the shadow of the sun when standing on the top of the mountain. Only the outline of the road is blurred and cannot be seen clearly. Molten gold pours blood, the clouds are burning, and whips are thrown to cut off corpses on the quicksand, and blood is flowing. In the midst of the waves, it rises to the boundless sky.
Jackdaws fly around, and water flows around the isolated village.
Where the setting sun is about to set, one glance at the place becomes gloomy and soul-destroying.
There are always poor literati who fell in love with the country and fell in love with each other, leaving only a scroll of poems and essays. They sadly resigned from office and passed away. With no road in front of them and no walls on either side, they had no choice but to step on the air and fall into the mortal world. They even fell into pieces with their bodies and bones broken. Broken tendons and death are common occurrences.
After all, the water flowing under Nangong Mountain has formed a thick layer of ice after heavy snowfall. Not to mention fishing, there are already children from the village going to play on the frozen solid river. However, most of them are caught and taken home by their parents, and they are beaten hard. A fat beating.
The old woodcutter at the top of the mountain was bored and bored. He looked beyond the distant mountains like the falling red sun on his shoulders.
Although he is old, his mind is always like that of a naughty child. This mind is mostly due to the desires of the old Taoist who is now imprisoned on Feilai Peak.
It had been snowing heavily outside the mountain for several days, and the old woodcutter originally expected to go out and hunt two or three hares around the mountainside of Nangong Mountain. Even though his craftsmanship could not be said to be excellent, he should enjoy the hardship and find some distractions in the boring world. For the past few months, Yan Jiaqing has always accompanied him. Even though the two of them had bad tempers and often drank and chatted together, they were always popular. If Yan Jiaqing hadn't gone up the mountain to chat with the old woodcutter after leaving school, I'm afraid he would have been It’s hard to survive even one month.
Even Yan Jiaqing, a laid-back and lazy person, lamented after spending several months together, saying that it was God who was showing favoritism. It was clear that such a person who did not want to practice with a pure heart and few desires was able to cut back the mountain waves ten feet with that broken axe. , leaving a horrific wound. In today's world, there are only five people with such means, but it happened to fall on this old woodcutter with a lively temperament and eccentric hobbies. He became very angry when he mentioned this. , couldn’t help but drink two more cups.
"With such a scenery, we are not like those literati. We have squeezed all the knowledge in our belly, but it is only half a dustpan. If we encounter rare words, we have to find someone to ask specifically. It is easiest to choose a drink to cope with this scene."
After saying that, the old man was about to pick up the jug, but he heard snoring next to his ears. He then weighed the newly warmed rice wine in the jug and found that it was empty. He couldn't bear the anger in his heart, so he threw a palm to the sloppy gentleman's head, almost tilting his head. Yan Jiaqing, who was lying on the wicker chair, raised his head two inches. He wiped the corners of his lips with sleepy eyes and muttered something.
"I personally cut the ginger to warm the wine, but before I could take a few sips, I asked you to drink everything from the leaky wine vat. How can I compensate you?"
Yan Jiaqing turned a deaf ear and did not look at the glaring old man in front of him. He continued to lean on the wicker chair without raising his eyes, and murmured, "Didn't you leave a sip of the good wine in the jade pot last time? Just in time. If I pay back the rice wine today, I will still suffer a loss after all."
Well-founded and groundless to argue with.
The old man was so angry that he gritted his teeth. He was too embarrassed to tell all the old things that he had suffered in front of Wu Shuangxu God that day. He shut up in anger and didn't mention it again for a long time. He was so angry that his nose and eyes were crooked, so he went to warm a pot again. Rice wine, then he put the still hot wine bottle in hand, and no longer dared to put it on the table casually.
In the past few days, Wu Shuangxu Shen rarely went out. It seemed that he saw the misery of his young disciple, which touched the bottom of his heart. He finally gathered enough energy to practice intensively again, with the intention of breaking through the five realms. In the old man's opinion, it was a blessing in disguise. For a direct disciple who is far from mature to reach the fifth realm, it is a blessing among misfortunes.
It's just that the young man still shows no sign of waking up. Judging from his posture, he seems to be sleeping peacefully for another hundred years. There is no internal energy flowing in his body, but his complexion is getting rosier day by day.
The old man had gone to take a look several times. It was clear that the young man showed no signs of waking up. The meridians all over his body were dead and his inner energy was nowhere to be found. It was quite strange. However, after thinking carefully for two days, he never thought of any magical power that could make this young man. Get better.
"This pot belongs to you too." The old woodcutter reluctantly handed the wine pot over to him and kept an eye on the sloppy gentleman who was sleeping.
"We have been together for a long time, and we know each other's temperament. How could the senior be so kind." Yan Jiaqing just hummed.
"But you have to do something for me."
Yan Jiaqing sneered.
"you?"
The old man nodded.
"You can say it's Nangong Mountain."
"We have known each other for many days. It is no big deal to sell you a favor, but I don't owe Nangong Mountain anything. Although I am protected by Nangong Mountain, my appearance has been revealed now, and I have asked Wujue to keep an eye on it. The Clay Bodhisattva cannot protect himself when he crosses the river, let alone... To hand over a fisherman's disciple, I really don't owe you the slightest bit."
"For you, rescuing that young man should be a piece of cake. Although I have never heard of any fisherman in the world, you must not forget who I am. Others are less capable, but Mr. Yan has a sharp eye. What the foundation is, you can figure out at least one-tenth of it, it’s just a trivial matter, it’s not worth mentioning.”
Yan Jiaqing's expression froze slightly, as if he wanted someone to guess the details, but then he spoke, which made the old woodcutter's teeth itch with hatred.
"Suddenly I remembered that I haven't paid my respects today yet. You should keep an eye on this place. Don't let any invading enemies take advantage of the sky and take Nangong Mountain away."
The old woodcutter looked at Mr. Yan who had really stood up and left. His expression calmed down and he was no longer as playful as before. He said one word at a time, "Go to Feilai Peak in the future and tell me your name, and I will be able to get the Taoist leader's full help."
The setting sun outside the mountain was shrouded in twilight, making it difficult to see the gentleman's expression clearly. Just as the last ray of daylight faded away, it seemed that the heaven and earth were gathering golden crows, and it suddenly turned into a dark and cool night.
"You may have forgotten something," the teacher said, his drunkenness gone, and he turned around and stood still, half-smiling but not smiling, "I think before Wen Yu arrived here, I once said that that young man was also suitable for the fisherman's profession. , If Wen Yu hadn't come here, I might have accepted Yun Zhong as the next fisherman."
"Relentless abandonment is definitely not a good thing in the eyes of people, but for some people, it is very suitable for practice. Not to mention the three holes of the cunning rabbit, how could I let my other escape route be blocked in front of me and stand by and watch. If I had any ability, I would have stopped working. You always open your mouth and do your best. In this situation, this young man has no other choice but to save himself."
The old man's expression gradually turned into a bitter smile. He waved to the gentleman, shook his head and sat back in the wicker chair. He looked at the setting sun that had fallen into the corner of the valley. It was almost just a cup of tea, and the last bit of light and red clouds had faded away, leaving no trace. The early moon gradually appears, the sky has been washed away by heavy snow for days, and stars are faintly visible.
Immortals are greedy for a moment of pleasure, holding the moon, bottles, and stars in their arms, but gods are boring and push the sun and the moon around.
The scenery on the mountain has not changed, nor has the cold or warmth. Only the old woodcutter looked at the sky, which seemed to be washing away. As night fell, his heart suddenly became clear and the river was flat.
Hanging in the air to hear the crow, a sparrow visits the mountain.
The old man raised his finger to pick up the green bird and walked toward the main hall. He opened the letter with one hand and looked at the cautious and dignified handwriting in it with the dim light of the evergreen lantern. After a long time, he sighed softly and covered his whole body with the letter. Fengchen wiped the outer feathers of the green bird clean, handed it to a cup of water, and held the letter in his hand. He didn't know how to write back the letter.
Liu Qing, the top disciple of Nangong Mountain, will not return to the mountain this year. Firstly, time is too tight. Secondly, Beiyanze is extremely short of manpower. For more than a month, monsters have been gathering faintly on the shore of Beiyanze a hundred feet away. I don't know when I will burst into rebellion.
The letter was written with great care, and the reason was explained clearly in a few words. At the end of the article, the two masters, disciples, and disciples were not forgotten. The two Shoushan greeted Wu Shuang and confessed the crime in advance.
This senior brother still doesn't know that his junior brother has not yet awakened, let alone his path of cultivation, and is no different from being dead.
"In this case, tell me how to reply to the letter." The old woodcutter shook his head and sighed deeply.
Yan Jiaqing looked at the old man's forlorn back and smacked his lips. Instead of stepping forward, he picked up the yellow rope and walked down the mountain calmly.
Although there are all kinds of disasters in the mountains recently, according to Yan Jiaqing's temperament, they are not really important matters. The yellow dragon on his shoulder is still pressing. When he goes out to fish, he has to put aside the complicated and trivial things that have nothing to do with him and go fishing. Two times, even though the effect was very little, at least it was able to stabilize the yellow rope for a moment.
As a fisherman, the free cultivation of the four realms is actually not free. It requires a lot of effort, and he is constrained by the yellow dragon all day long, ordering things, and it is difficult to live in peace. It's a good time to have free time, but if it's the time for teaching in the school, Huang Long can't bear his temper and persuades Yan Jiaqing to go fishing. , so entangled that people can’t help but think.
This kind of method can only be solved when drunk, so even when teaching in class on weekdays, in addition to the scroll tablet and the four treasures of the study, Yan Jiaqing also has a full jar of wine placed next to the table to restrain Huanglong. A means to promote fishing.
Fortunately, Yan Jiaqing's reputation has not declined, but has been rising day by day because of his rich literary skills and his dedication during the teaching season. Residents in the village all knew that this gentleman was very capable, but he was fond of drinking. However, since he never delayed teaching, he naturally became accustomed to it. Many people even tasted wine during the New Year and festivals, and even sent their son-in-law to invite them. Even though he always declined, the villagers still invited him to drink with him.
This stream at the foot of Nangong Mountain is not inherently beautiful, and now that it is frozen, few people care about it. After all, no one dares to walk on the ice with young children at home. If they fall into it, it will be difficult to save them manually, so In this cool night, there is no one around the stream, but it is quite clean.
Mr. Yan, who was still drunk, stepped to the middle of the stream and threw off the yellow rope. The latter was like a wedge driven into the ice, along the meandering stream that didn't start at the beginning, stretching for thousands of feet, with a faint yellow light shining through. Crossing the ice, it looks like the whole stream is sparkling. When the river lanterns are not lit, the bright light ripples with the water.
When fishing for mountains and rivers, you will end up catching neither mountains nor rivers, which is the life of the people.
