"Ding……"
"Ding……"
"Ding..." Stone carvings gradually covered Yunding Mountain. Later, Song You seemed to hear him talking to himself while carving, chatting with himself about time, place, ancient people, and the future.
Later, he finally finished carving the last stone carving, but without turning around, he asked Song You when he came here. He said he didn't know, and asked Song You if the stone carvings were still there at that time. Song You only said He said that the wind on the top of the mountain was too strong. The man seemed regretful but also relieved. He just said that you have stayed here for too long. Go back quickly. Song You said goodbye to him.
It's like having a communication with someone across time and space. The fact is clear to Song You, but he just had an understanding and exchange with the aura that this man left in the mountains and on the stone carvings many years ago.
Where can anyone talk to him? How could anyone ask him a thousand years from now? It's just that Song You saw him and felt his spiritual state and what he was thinking when he was carving stone sculptures.
It's just that Song You regretted it, felt relieved, and felt it was time to come back. I don’t know what kind of Dharma this Taoist practices, or the depth of his practice. I just know that he has a peaceful heart, a self, and heaven and earth in his heart. He has his own unique insights into all things. His thoughts are free from the secular world, and he lives a life of freedom and freedom without restraint.
However, his Taoism is not necessarily very high, and his methods are not necessarily brilliant. There is nothing that shows his Taoism and magical attainments. If you ask others whether he is an immortal, they may have their own answers, but Song You is willing to At this time, he was respectfully called an immortal.
The strange thing is that if you really traveled through time to see him in person, you might not feel this way.
When did this mountain come here? The west wind and sunset are speechless. Asked when this immortal came here? Even the morning dew and the rising sun don’t answer.
There is no need to worry about other things, no need to worry about who the gods are, and when they come and go. Just find the gods in your heart, find your own freedom and understanding, and that is the harvest.
Song You opened his eyes.
"..." Only then did I feel something was wrong. Turning around, he saw Cui Nanxi sitting opposite him. Seven or eight feet away, the guard was standing on the edge of the cliff holding a knife, looking around.
A rising sun is rising from the east. Lowering his head again, the cat stretched out its front paws, its little feet blossomed, and was stretching.
"Sir! Oh no! Is the immortal master awake?"
"Please forgive me..." Song You pursed his lips, his eyes moved, stood up, and saluted them solemnly: "I have kept you two waiting for too long."
"I don't dare to take it seriously! How can I deserve such a great gift from the immortal master!"
"I've delayed you two."
"What did the Immortal Master say? Although we somehow slept in this mountain, but with the Immortal Master's blessing, we didn't feel cold at night, which is a good thing, so as not to have to stay there at dusk after crossing the iron rope. Find a place to spend the night on the mountainside, even if it's not the top of the mountain, it's still very cold!" Cui Nanxi said quickly, then paused.
"It's just that when the immortal master was meditating just now, some...some guests came. They were all wild beasts and raptors in the mountains. They were standing here. They didn't know what they were doing. They all left."
"It's okay." Cui Nanxi secretly glanced at Song You's expression, and saw that he was calm and composed, not surprised, as if this was just a common thing, he couldn't help but breathed quickly, and asked: "Dare you ask whether the immortal master is a god?"
"No." Song You's answer was destined to disappoint him: "I am just a native of Lingquan County, Yizhou. I traveled around the world and passed here. Just like me, I came here to seek out immortals and ask questions. I am neither a god nor a god. Not a fairy."
"Even if the Immortal Master is not a god, he is still a rare expert in the world!" Cui Nanxi bowed deeply and said,
"It is indeed a great honor for Cui to meet Mr. Cui!"
"I really can't take it seriously. Mr. Cui must not do this."
"Master Immortal, we..."
"Just call sir."
"Sir, we..."
"Let's go." Both parties picked up the package. The calico cat came closer to Song You, used its paws to pull down his trousers, raised its head to look at him, and when she saw him looking at her, lowered her head and gently moved the small stone in front of her.
Song You bent down and picked up the stone.
"Sanhua Empress..." He touched the calico cat's back and wanted to say something, but took it back. The calico cat was left with a puzzled face.
The way down the mountain is more difficult. A goshawk was vaguely visible circling in the sky, and there were also wild beasts hiding on the cliffs or in the forest below, looking at them quietly. When Song You also looked over, he quickly withdrew his gaze and lowered his head to him smartly. He bowed his head or straightened his body and raised his hands, thanking him for the good fortune, remembering him deeply, and then turned around and left.
Song You didn't care, he just walked down the mountain slowly and looked at these stone carvings again. It was really rare to gain insights before, including the stone carvings on the mountain, the aura in the mountain, the monks from thousands of years ago, the Yan'er Dan given by Immortal Yan, the landscape and cultivation I have experienced in the year since I came down the mountain, and even today's weather, the wind on the top of the mountain, and the officials around me The good mood and whispers brought by cats, and the peace of mind provided by cats, are probably both indispensable.
It was precisely because they were just right that this mysterious opportunity came about. It’s time to say thank you to everyone. He only heard Cui Nanxi say behind him: "I didn't know the immortal master yesterday, so I said a lot of complaints to the immortal master, which made the immortal master laugh."
"Where to say it. It is not easy to win people's trust. Cui Gong can express his inner worries to me for the first time when we meet. It is a sign of trust. I should feel honored."
"I wonder if you, sir, know how to tell fortunes?"
"What does Cui Gong want to ask?"
"I would like to ask...Does Cui still have a chance to leave his name in Qingshi?"
"I disappoint Mr. Cui. I don't know how to tell fortunes." Song You shook his head.
"I only know that if you really want to do something, work hard to do it. If you really want something, work hard to get it."
"Sir, please show Cui the way!"
"Good articles, good poems, good political achievements, and good virtues can all be remembered in history. Cui Gong claims to be knowledgeable about the past and the present, and he has a heart to help the country, so why worry?" Song You turned to look at him.
"Alas..." Cui Nanxi shook his head and sighed secretly. When I was in Changjing, I met many poets and literati, and discussed economics, history, astronomy and geography. Those poets and literati were not as good as him, but when it came to writing poems and articles, he was not as good as others.
I have also written some poems and articles that I think are good, but I am often very confident at the time. After a while, when I look through other people's gems, I feel that my own are just rubble.
As for political performance and virtue. If you want to make political achievements, you have to manage things. If you want your virtues to spread far, you either have great virtues or you have to manage things. But he doesn't have such good virtues, he is just an ordinary person.
At this time, I heard a voice coming from the front: "Since Mr. Cui is very knowledgeable and knows astronomy and geography, how about writing a famous book that has never been done before?"
"What famous book?"
"Does Mr. Cui know how people spoke thousands of years ago? How they weaved cloth? How they farmed? Is it the same as it is now?"
"Thousands of years ago, writing and writing were on the same track. However, Mandarin has changed throughout the dynasties. We can recognize the characters from thousands of years ago. As for the accent, I am afraid it is very different from now." Cui Nanxi said,
"I have seen how people weaved and farmed thousands of years ago. Cui has seen it in ancient books and murals. However, sir, if you talk about the knowledge that has been lost from thousands of years ago to the present, there is indeed a lot of it."
"Mr. Cui is indeed knowledgeable."
"Don't dare to take it seriously."
"But will people hundreds of years from now or thousands of years from now know how we speak, weave, practice medicine, farm, do astrology, tell fortunes, and so on?"
"Sir, what you mean is..."
"I have never heard of a great book that can contain all kinds of knowledge and allow future generations to know the full picture of our era... If there is such a book, it will be regarded as a treasure by future generations."
"..." Cui Nanxi stopped and fell into thought. Such a book must be a great book. It does not require a stroke of genius or a skillful hand like writing poetry and articles. It only requires knowledge of everything, which happened to be his specialty.
It's just that such a large canon cannot be completed by one person. It requires not only many people, but also the support of the imperial power.
Fortunately, Dayan currently attaches great importance to economy and culture. If he writes a letter of advice, he may be accepted by the Holy Emperor.
If this book existed hundreds of years ago, the things left behind during the war years would not have been completely lost. If this book existed thousands of years ago, people today would be able to see it across time and space.
"Can future generations value this book?"
"Since it is a treasure, someone will cherish it."
"What if this book is also lost?"
"Even if this book is lost, the title of the book and the name of Cui Gong will still be remembered in history, but they will not be so loud."
"Thank you sir." Cui Nanxi bowed solemnly. The three people and the cat quickly walked to the iron rope. Cui Nanxi began to beat her heart again.
At this moment, the husband stopped and turned to them and said, "We're going to say goodbye here."
"This..." Cui Nanxi was undoubtedly very reluctant to give up. If possible, he would prefer to have a close relationship with such an outstanding person and invite him to his home to play the piano and drink tea, discuss elegant matters, and talk about immortality and immortality.
Just when he was about to say something, he saw the gentleman suddenly stretched out his hand. There were two pills in his hand, one light green and one light white.
"I unintentionally delayed the two of you, and I felt very guilty, so I only gave you two pills as repayment. This light green one is called Beginning of Spring and was given to Cui Gong. It is full of vitality, although it cannot increase Cui Gong's life and rejuvenate him. , can also make Cui Gong healthy, energetic, and free from illness and disaster.
"This light white one is called rainwater and has the effect of moisturizing all things. Mr. Xu is a martial arts practitioner. Although it cannot help Mr. Xu to be as light as a swallow and improve his skills, it can also eliminate the hidden diseases left by Mr. Xu in the future. You should recover faster when you are tired from practicing martial arts." In fact, neither pill is a pill.
It is formed by spiritual power. And the effects of these two spiritual powers are better than what he said. The beginning of spring is the beginning of a year's vitality, and it does not increase life span. However, few people can live to die naturally this year, and most of them die of illness. The spiritual power of the beginning of spring can save people from most diseases, and they can die as long as there are no other disasters. It is no different from extending life.
Rain nourishes all things and is full of vitality. It is true that this knight cannot become a top master, but the benefits of improving martial arts in the future are far more than just curing hidden diseases and recovering from fatigue.
When the two of them heard this, they were both surprised and surprised. Cui Nanxi didn't think there was anything serious about delaying last night, and he didn't understand why the gentleman was so polite. But this elixir was so magical, like an elixir, how could a mortal refuse it?
Xu Le never thought that he, a mere guard who only accompanied his master, could get such a generous gift.
"Sir, you shouldn't have been so generous. Mr. Cui really deserves it."
"Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir!" The two of them said different things, but they both took the elixir.
"I don't dare to ask for your forgiveness. I just hope to make up for some of the time you lost." Song You saluted the two of them again.
"Please don't call me by my name after you come down the mountain."
"Of course! Sir, you are too polite. This is a trivial matter..."
"I will not mention my name to anyone!"
"Thank you, we'll see you again." After Song said, he stepped onto the iron rope. The wind stopped again, and the iron rope was quiet and motionless.
The figures of the Taoist and the cat quickly disappeared into the clouds, leaving the two of them looking at each other, but they both gradually frowned, a little confused.
...On the other side of the cliff, the mountains are still covered in red, and the forests are dyed. The scenery seems to be the same, but also different.
The attendant and the donkey were long gone. Only the bay-red horse was still grazing freely on this mountain. When he saw Song You, he was stunned for a moment and then hurried over.
It was naked, and it dragged the original quilt bag to a cave not far away. When it came to Song You, it led Song You to the cave to get it.
There was already a thick layer of dust on the quilt bag.
"It's rare that you are still waiting for me. Thank you very much." Song You stroked the horse's neck and sighed in his heart.
"You have grown up a little bit..."
