Compared to the capital city, spring is expected to arrive later in Nangong Mountain, but this year is an exception. The green grass on the mountain path has already raised its head after two or three moistening spring rains. Compared to the capital city, it is still a bit empty. The withered vegetation and a few touches of new green can always bring a little comfort to the two people who have been guarding Nangong Mountain for many years when they look out at the mountain.
For an old woodcutter who wants to walk around the world every day and see all the scenery, staying in the mountains is indeed a very difficult job, let alone having to stop here for more than a year and eliminate it every day. In addition to practicing Qi, I just drink and sit for a long time. On weekdays, it is easier to say that there is a heavy rain in summer, so I can buy some cold and throat-clearing snacks elsewhere, put some fruits in the well mouth behind the house, and pat the stray fireflies with cattail fans. The long smoke of mugwort drives away mosquitoes. Although I can't get used to the strong taste of mugwort, at least there are some new things to do. Spring and autumn are not bad either, but only after the heavy snow in the middle of winter has stopped, it has entered the early spring and has not yet reached the depth of spring. The most difficult thing to bear is that the flowers have not yet grown, the new buds on the trees have not yet sprouted leaves, and it is cold and desolate, which is even more desolate than early autumn.
Now that the grass is beginning to grow, the old woodcutter picked up a cup of tea and stood on the top of the mountain. He moved the wicker chair that was already somewhat old after more than a year of wind, rain, frost and snow, and sat on it loosely. He saw a slight trace of blue. Looking at the distant mountains, I finally felt calmer than before.
The peaks and mountains are like clusters, and the waist and limbs are gradually slimming.
The old man was quite puzzled. He raised his eyebrows and turned around. He happened to see Wen Yu, who had not stepped out of the house for many days, holding out two or three knives of discarded rice paper and heading towards the fire pit in the courtyard. Instead of being careful, he threw the heavy rice paper directly into the brazier, almost extinguishing the charcoal fire. With a calm expression, he walked up to the old man and bowed slightly.
"After going up the mountain, the hardships you, a girl, have encountered are, to be fair, not as many as those of Yun Xiaozi. Based on your character, you should not be like this no matter what." After considering his words, the old man decided to warm up to Yu first. He opened his mouth in one step and looked at the girl who had become shabby in less than two months. She sighed helplessly, "Just like that square brazier, if the Taoist heart is strong, even if the charcoal fire is extremely strong, the rice paper that is originally extremely flammable will become flammable. It can also be suppressed to prevent it from causing trouble again, which is not easy to say, but if it is difficult to take this step, how can we survive when we encounter the five realms and the heavenly barrier in the future."
The girl said nothing, nodded and shook her head, pulled herself to a bench and sat down, her eyes empty.
"Senior Yan seemed to be hungover again yesterday. The time to go to the mountain school to teach has passed. It seems that all the students have to wait again. Even though he is a senior, he still has to say a few words that are unreliable."
A sarcastic smile appeared on the woodcutter's face, and he waved his hands and said, "Although he is a qualified gentleman and his ability to teach is not low, considering that he is addicted to alcohol as much as his life, it is really strange that this boy can be a gentleman."
It was indeed as Wen Yu guessed. Yan Jiaqing had been to the capital a few days ago. After returning to the mountain, he drank more and more violently. Even the old woodcutter who had been accustomed to it was a little shocked. Most of the courtyard was filled with rainwater. The Watank was in trouble for no reason, and it was difficult to calm down for a few days. The teacher would always get extremely drunk, and after stepping into the mountain gate, he would hang himself over the edge of the vat and vomit happily. , even after the teacher carrying the yellow rope on his shoulder got drunk the day before yesterday, he simply hung himself next to the tank and slept all night. It was not until dawn the next day that he put on clean clothes and stumbled to the school. .
The old woodcutter was also suspicious at first, how could such an unreliable alcoholic Mr. Convince the public? He was a child from a poor family in a remote place, so he should be unruly and mischievous. According to Yan Jia Qing's usually kind temperament, and the fact that he was often drunk, How can a piece of virtue be able to control the children who are sitting on pins and needles in the school? For this reason, I went down the mountain several times to watch. But I saw the drunken gentleman sitting on the side of the table, holding a book, shaking his head and talking about the knowledge of ancient sages. All the students in the audience were fascinated, and half an hour after the class ended, six or seven children left and returned. When he comes back, he brings a bowl of hangover decoction made by his mother, or a cup of tea that he is reluctant to make during the holidays.
Yan Jiaqing didn't explain much about this, he just said lightly that there is Yan Ruyu in the book, and there is a golden house in the book. It fell into the ears of the old woodcutter. Of course it was a mystery, but in any case, the sound of reading in the mountain school has continued over the years. Continuously.
"Senior Yan's abilities are quite strange, and naturally cannot be inferred by common sense. It's a pity that even if he has the ability to throw the sky, the fire in this brazier cannot be extinguished." The girl lowered her eyes and took a look into the courtyard. Countless pieces of rice paper, together with the writing and ink in them, all ignited, and gradually peeled off from plain white to black ash like charcoal, hovering and floating up to several feet high.
The old man also saw the brazier in the field rekindled the fire, and the fire became more and more intense, so he fell silent for a while and did not speak for a long time.
Wen Yu once said that before he came out of the Yuan Dynasty, he had a conversation with Yan Qiye for a while. According to the old woodcutter's estimate, a heart disease was planted without leaving a trace. The closer the three-year period is, the more rampant the heart disease will be. , until the first two months, the levee finally burst, not to mention practicing as usual, even during the night sleeping period, there were all kinds of nightmares entangled, and the heart was trapped and locked, which was the most difficult to break. These methods are the most difficult to resist. Wen Yu has traveled thousands of miles in a hurry and been attacked everywhere. The depression in his heart has already been deeply rooted in his chest and is difficult to remove. Unless he can forcefully break it with his tyrannical character, there is nothing else he can do. , the sinister and sinister meaning is self-explanatory.
"Are you really going to give up all the magical powers of the fisherman to Mr. Yun?" After hesitating for half a stick of incense, the old man spoke in a low voice. There was a look of fatigue in his eyebrows. Looking at Wen Yu, whose cheeks were getting thinner, he couldn't tell how. Meaning, he asked slowly: "I'm not from the mountains, so I shouldn't tell you these nonsense words, but if it's stuck in my throat, I won't say it out quickly. In my opinion, even if it is difficult for Yun Xiaozi to take a step in cultivation, After all, he is a young disciple of Nangong Mountain. Although Wu Shuang has never paid attention to the difference between closeness and distance, after all, he has such a backer and possesses the Qiuhu Sword Spirit. If one day he returns to practice, his realm will definitely improve rapidly. Even if It is not difficult for everyone to seek wealth and honor in the rivers and lakes, but you have to face the entire Xumeng Mansion. Although I have heard about that old guy, and he doesn't know how to do things, how can I say that? They are all masters who are about to enter the fifth realm. They are regarded as nothing at the extreme realm. This is true. It is better to securely receive the four realms magical power of this fisherman before talking about other things."
"Senior, what do you think Uncle Yun's luck will be like?" The girl raised her eyebrows and replied with a wry smile, "It has only been two years since I climbed the mountain, and I have suffered countless injuries. The last time we met, I found that the backs of both hands were full of scars, although I had never seen them on the body. , but you don’t need to think about it carefully to know that the scars all over your body are like the tangled roots of an old tree. With such luck, it is extremely difficult to survive in this river and lake. Not to mention having an upright heart and not seeing those little things like cocks and dogs bullying others. Without the support of the realm, sooner or later, I will die in this river and lake that is like a Shura field."
The woodcutter opened his mouth, but in the end he couldn't think of any words to refute. Although they had only been together for a short time, Wen Yu had already figured out Yun Zhong's temperament very clearly. On the surface, he was a kind-hearted person who was always good. The young man with a smooth tongue and deep youth has almost imprinted the two lines of writing outside the gate of Nangong Mountain into his bones. What's more, his luck has never been good. Since he came out of the mountain, he has never been safe and sound. He always staggers with injuries all over his body. Return to the mountain.
"When he was on the mountain, he told me that if he couldn't step into spiritual practice, he would have to be a freeloader. At that time, I was a little confused about what he meant. It wasn't until he talked about it later that I understood these three words. It seemed a bit complacent that day, but when I recall the look on my uncle’s face, I know that I feel uncomfortable.”
The girl was still talking to herself, with a smile appearing on her face for no reason, "He is clearly a young man. When he first went up the mountain, he always felt old-fashioned and quite unwelcome to see him. However, after visiting the world several times, he actually took it seriously. I was a little happy, not to mention how many winds and frost swords he had blocked for me. Even if it was the box of rouge that he had brought with him for hundreds or thousands of miles, I knew what he was thinking. Now that he was in sudden trouble, how could I be willing to look at it? Let him fall off the spiritual path."
"My mind has been made up. The senior has good intentions. The junior has to accept it, but it must be worthy of the word "love" he said."
The old woodcutter clicked his tongue after hearing this. He saw that Wen Yu was determined to give up the fisherman's magical power, but he still had doubts. He frowned and asked, "You two obviously don't want to deal with each other, but Mr. Yun did mention something about love at first sight." Well, when did you, a little girl, fall in love with this boy?"
"On Feilai Peak, Senior Taoist Master once said that I have a cold temperament. I probably don't know the word affection until my old age, and I am burdened with shackles. I am not suitable to stay in Taoist Qingxin Realm to practice. But since I went up the mountain, I have been with my little master uncle. I have been out in the rivers and lakes several times, and the ice gradually melted, and I finally understood what it means to be happy to see someone, and miss each other every day. It was probably from that time on, when my uncle taught me what it means to put others in your heart, and I felt that it was really something. like."
After hearing the words, the old man was full of smiles. He held up the cold tea in his hand and said with a smile, "For these two words, everything in the world can be thrown away. How can Xiaozi Yan's tattered yellow rope be considered an extraordinary object? It was originally a I tried to convince you, a little girl, but in the end, I was convinced by a young man like you who is still young. With such thoughts, the heart disease set by that old guy is just a rotten grass and withered branches, which will not be broken in a day. .”
"According to my senior's good advice, when I see my junior uncle next time, I will not remain in this miserable state." The young girl smoothed her soft hair down from her ears and looked towards the outside of Nangong Mountain with her brows full of eyes.
The footsteps of spring can be seen outside the mountains, and the faces of young people can be seen outside the mountains.
I haven’t seen him for months, and I miss him like crazy.
When Chun Shan was aware of it, he also raised his dark eyebrows slightly, and put the taste of the new shoots into the palm of the wicker palm, thinking about it all the way to the capital.
