The new year is approaching at the foot of the mountain, and it should be no exception on the mountain. However, this year on the top of Nangong Mountain, except for a Wu Gou that always spits out sword light, there is only an empty mountain guarding formation. The lively scene in previous years is completely gone, and the disciples are all gone. They are all outside the mountain. Even Wu Shuang, the master, has not returned for a long time. Qingque is taking a nap and sleeping in the mountain. The food, rice and water prepared in advance are enough. Yan Jiaqing often goes up the mountain after leaving school to report all the big and small things up and down Nangong Mountain. Everything was taken care of, but since Wu Shuang left the mountain, there was no one on the top of the mountain. Yan Jiaqing always felt that this place was cold and quiet. On the contrary, he felt uncomfortable all over. From the beginning, he went up the mountain every day, and it was already three to five days. Suddenly, his legs and feet felt Some inconvenience.
In recent years, there are often absent students in the school, which is reasonable. After all, the New Year is bustling, but every household is very busy, and the shortage of manpower is getting worse. Of course, many older children have to share the burden for the family. Yan Jiaqing It's not forced to stay. Those who excel in their studies will be allowed to return home. At this time, the school is already closed, but if you have any questions, you can still come to the backyard of the school to find Mr. Xunyan to answer your questions.
Although there is snow occasionally in Nangong Mountain in winter, it is not as cold as in the northern countries. Especially at noon, when the clouds clear and the fog disperses, the warmth is enough. Although Yan Jiaqing often lives in one room, he sees I’m not used to the sun, but I have to sigh at the vastness of the world. The North of Dayuan is covered with snow all year round, and Yizhang looks like this??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Not to mention that it is rare to see snow in Nanli, and it is almost as deep as spring all year round, so recently the time spent out walking and enjoying the snow has been increasing without realizing it. Everyone in the village at the foot of Nangong Mountain recognizes this good-tempered gentleman. Not to mention that he has a profound knowledge of literature and it is easy to discern every detail from his words and deeds. Moreover, he is dedicated to teaching students and can even carry a bowl of water. Therefore, the higher the prestige, the good reputation has spread faintly in this village that has not traveled much, so no matter where he goes, there are villagers who put aside their work to meet Mr. Yan, and Most of these etiquettes are learned from their own children in school. Originally, the village at the foot of Nangong Mountain was remote and lacked etiquette, but as Yan Jiaqing opened a school, it seemed that everyone gave up trivial matters when talking, and instead often talked about the current affairs in Yi Zhang, or about their children in and outside the school. It can be seen that when there is a serious dispute in the village, the less the two yell at each other, the more people are willing to discuss it.
Yan Jiaqing rarely went to the village, either because his children inadvertently mentioned it, or because the elders had concluded based on various previous guesses, they probably did not want to have too many personal relationships with the families in the village who sent their children to school. The poor people in the village There are many families, and before the school was opened, they may have never thought that their children might one day be able to seek fame. They all knew that there was no noble son from a poor family, so how could they be compared to the children of high-ranking families? It was even more hopeless to jump to the dragon gate and enter the official career. I really hope that with some skills I can live a modest life at home, but I don’t dare to expect too much. However, since the establishment of the school, several older students have been sent to other places through Yan Jiaqing's means, either to work as minor officials or to teach in wealthy people's homes. They often have money to send back to their hometowns. Even though those families knew not to brag about it, their family situation became more and more prosperous, which of course attracted the envy of many people in the village.
And the more this happens, the more people expect too much, and the talent of their son is already destined, and it all depends on the teacher's intention to go further. If Yan Jiaqing starts, the more involved he will be with the people in the village, others will definitely have their thoughts. , after all, there are also twelve hours in a day. If you spend too much time on other people's studies, your own son will be further away from the branches.
Therefore, except for the courtyards of a few cottages where only the elderly were left, Yan Jiaqing almost always bowed lightly when he saw people, and was never willing to say a few words.
After walking along the village road for a while, Yan Jiaqing went straight back to the school and cooked a pot of good tea soup. He was thinking that if Wu Shuang didn't come back to the mountain in another six or seven days, he would probably have to drink such good tea without having to drink it. After a meal, Yan Jiaqing frowned and put two fingers between his eyebrows. Recently, he had been worrying more and more. It was not a big deal that he had no tea soup to drink. And the red line involving Huanglong a few nights ago made Yan Jiaqing feel that his heart was rarely pure. , after all, even if Yan Jiaqing knew most of the details of the yellow dragon, he still dared not tell them all. A yellow dragon with supernatural powers, fishing in the mountains and rivers, a powerful soul, could save countless years of hard work on the spiritual path, and all the people in the world A few good things are picked up for free, and most of them have to be returned someday. Now that I think about it carefully, asking Yunzhong to be the fisherman may not necessarily be a good thing 100% of the time.
A civet cat scurried into the backyard of the school from nowhere, flipped and jumped several times on the wall, and landed firmly on the roof tiles on the wall. It kept barking at Yan Jiaqing, who was borrowing the remaining snow to build a stove in the courtyard, with a low growl in his throat. , temporarily disturbing Yan Jiaqing's thoughts, when he looked up again, he realized that the civet cat looked familiar. He frowned and knocked on his forehead. He quickly turned around and took two dried fish from the yard and held them in his palms, but felt that it was inappropriate. , or threw a dried fish from a distance into the middle of the courtyard, sat back down, and looked at the civet cat devouring it, dumbfounded.
Yun Zhong brought this old civet cat back to the mountain. Ever since it entered Nangong Mountain, it has always been very popular among the people in the mountain. The food it eats is almost the same as that of other people. However, the civet cat, which was originally light and slim, has been fed to a sideways head, and it walks like a strip. The fat caterpillar has almost pointed fat belly on both sides, but its legs appear to be extremely short. When it runs, only its round belly is swaying, but its legs are missing. Wu Shuang once joked that this civet cat is not a civet cat, but looks like that??????? ????????? Rampage into the car tent, even more prosperous than when he opened a teahouse in a small town, but even people with eccentric tempers like Wu Shuang often hug this civet cat, After rubbing his belly for a while, he released the civet cat. Now it suddenly went down the mountain on its own. The whole civet cat had lost weight two or three times due to hunger, and its body shape was much better.
It was not until Yan Jia Qinggang remembered that he had not returned to the mountain for many days that he was afraid that he would have run out of food. The bluebirds on Nangong Mountain are all smart and clever. How could an ordinary civet cat find an opportunity to catch two or three bluebirds to feed himself? I had been hungry for a long time, so I had no choice but to go down the mountain on my own, and after wandering around I found this place. I immediately felt that I was in debt, and fetched a few fish from the house. However, I really didn't like teasing the civet cats, and they were trembling in the palm of my hand. Suo stepped forward, fearing that the hungry civet cat would chew on his hands.
"That's right, civet cats can't speak human words. Even though they can only swallow all kinds of suffering in their stomachs, they are usually very happy. However, during this time when no one is around, they have disappeared for several days. They have to be so hungry that they are almost skin and bones." If you want to walk down the mountain, you are very much like the boy who took you back to the mountain. He knocked out his teeth and swallowed them. If Wu Shuang hadn't known what kind of temper his disciple had, he might have died many times."
On a sunny day, a gentleman in a coarse robe carefully put his hand in front of the civet cat and muttered something, but always wanted to withdraw his arm. The civet cat, which had not yet had enough to eat, followed the fish in the gentleman's hand, and in the end simply jumped to the surface without caring about anything else. Jia Qing continued to eat fish in his arms, but he was cautious until two or three fish fell into his stomach. Mr. Yan only felt a slight itching in the palm of his hand, but it was not hurt at all. He tentatively held the civet cat between his arms and felt Quite warm. The corner where the school is located is usually very windy, and Yan Jiaqing is a little afraid of the cold. It would be nice to have such a civet cat to warm his hands on weekdays. Unfortunately, he is not very proficient in fishing. Even when he is a fisherman, most of the time he fishes with yellow rope with nothing. After returning, it is obviously not easy to find the fish. You can't go to the fishermen in the village to ask for it during the New Year. If you want to buy it with money, Wu Shuang will be very careful when he goes down the mountain. He hid the wine and sealed it with money. He was so afraid that if he went out to do business alone, it would be difficult to guard against thieves. Therefore, even now, the money in Yan Jiaqing's arms has bottomed out. Even if he drinks a few drinks occasionally, he has to break them off on his fingers.
After the civet cat had eaten and drank enough, it only focused on cleaning its fur. Yan Jiaqing's movements were very light, which actually made the originally frightened civet cat calm down. It lay peacefully in the latter's arms and began to play with its legs in the air. Even though Yan Jiaqing rarely Getting close to the civet cat, and nodding two fingers towards the civet cat's pale plum-like nose, my mind slowed down a lot without realizing it. I squinted my eyes to look at the clouds in the sky, wondering how many things in the world were about to happen but had not yet happened. The yellow dragon will turn red one day. According to what we have known in the past, it will only show some of its original majesty at that time. Only when the yellow dragon turns red can the fisherman seize the surrounding mountains and rivers and the mighty soul on his own without having to worry too much. But even the wild geese Tangzhou seems to have never heard of a fisherman who can raise a yellow dragon to such an extent. It requires a lot of luck to have a chance. It is like a woodcutter with only one hand and one foot climbing a dangerous mountain. It is difficult to say that there is a place to stay, and there is only a chance. On the road to survival, Yun Zhongji's time as a fisherman is still short at the moment. Moreover, this fortune is really not flattering. There is probably no chance of Huanglong turning red. Therefore, although he was worried the day before, thinking about it now, he seems to be overly worried.
"In case the yellow dragon turns red, remember to drink more wine. After all, there are not many things in the world that the yellow dragon is afraid of. There is only one thing, wine. Not to mention the yellow dragon and the red dragon."
After thinking about it, Yan Jiaqing still felt uneasy. He carefully placed the civet cat on his shoulder, with a rare expression of joy, and headed towards the mountain under the setting sun, walking slowly, thinking about how to use the blue bird to deliver the letter to Yun Zhong, and the letter that had not been explained earlier. Write more comprehensive things.
Walking in the winter sun outside the distant mountains, leaning against the treetops, the slender shadows of trees lift up a lantern. This year is about to end, and year after year, I am fortunate to have found a job to spend the rest of my life. It is no worse than the feeling of carrying the yellow dragon on my shoulders.
Nangong Mountain has been uninhabited for a long time. At dusk, a Taoist priest came to visit. He landed firmly at the foot of the mountain and frowned, looking at a vague flying sword hanging in the mountain, wondering whether to go up the mountain.
The Taoist priest doesn't dress exactly like a Taoist priest, but more like a fake Taoist priest who deceives people in the market. He has a smooth face, but he still looks a little fat.
