Li Bai and his sister disappeared for half a year without causing any waves in the small town.
Because Yueshi had taken a leave from her teacher at the school, it was spring when the brothers and sisters returned home.
Xiaoguang continued to make wine and sell wine at Beimenmen.
He used the water grinding kung fu taught by his teacher to restore his own cultivation. After experiencing the secret realm on Qingcheng Mountain, he was no longer impatient.
He knew that his experience was even more rare than his elder brother's ten years as a waiter at the Hongchen Inn.
Perhaps when he returns to Penglai, Mr. will go there soon.
From time to time, Li Yueyuan would come to the shop at the north entrance to play for a long time, talk to Xiaoguang, and take a sip of the new spring wine.
Xiaoguang looked at the brother and sister and said with a smile: "One day, you brother and sister will become a pair of drunkards. I wonder if your husband will beat me to death?"
Li Yueyuan chuckled: "Yueyuan will definitely not turn into a drunkard. It's hard to say for my brother."
After returning from Qingcheng, Li Bai liked to secretly drink a glass of wine with Xiaoguang from time to time.
When his mother Yuezhi scolded him when he returned home, he chuckled and said, "Don't scold me, mother. My son drank the wine brewed by Brother Xiaoguang, and his thinking seems to have become much clearer."
When Yuezhi thought that her son could write poems at a young age and also practiced swordsmanship with her husband, she let him go.
Just tell Xiaoguang that he can only give Li Bai one glass of wine every day.
Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, in the third year of Kaiyuan, Li Bai is already fifteen years old, and Li Yueyuan is thirteen years old.
Fifteen-year-old Li Bai has written many poems. Although he is praised by some celebrities, he still likes to practice swordsmanship with Xiaoguang and wants to be a knight.
In the spring of this year, Xiaoguang only brewed two tanks of wine.
One vat was left to Li Bai, and the other was left to the merchant who took over the shop.
He was going home to find his parents and sister, and to see if his eldest brother Wang Yi and Ye Xiaoqian had a baby after all these years.
Li Bai and Li Yueyuan were reluctant to leave and walked all the way to Changting outside the city.
Li Bai took Xiaoguang's hand and asked, "Brother Xiaoguang, where should I go to find my husband and you?" Li Yueyuan also nodded.
Xiaoguang smiled faintly: "Sir, if you get tired of living in this world, you will definitely return to Chang'an."
Waved goodbye to the brother and sister, one person and one horse, Xiao Guang left the dust.
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In June of the seventh year of Kaiyuan, Yang Xuanyan, the chief minister of Shuzhou, was blessed with a daughter, named Furong.
In the seventeenth year of Kaiyuan, ten-year-old Yang Furong came to the home of her third uncle Yang Xuanxuan in Luoyang because of her father's death, and changed her name to Yang Yuhuan.
A daughter of the Yang family has just grown up, but her father is dying and has to move from Shuzhou to Luoyang.
In this year, Li Bai, who was already twenty-seven years old, traveled all the way to Anlu Shoushan. Even he did not expect that he would marry a wife during this trip.
In the same year, Li Bai met Chen Ziyan, the granddaughter of the late prime minister Xu Yushi, and married her, settling down in Anlu.
But Li Xiuyuan, who returned to Chang'an, had read Buddhist scriptures at Yuhua Temple for ten years. Now he spends half of his time living in seclusion on the snowy mountains, and the remaining half is either on No. 47 or in Yuhua Temple.
Hongchen Inn no longer needs him to worry about, and he only takes 40% of the income every year.
Even this 40% is just for a group of old friends in Penglai.
In the spring of the seventeenth year of Kaiyuan, Li Xiuyuan was about to go up the stairs to the snow-capped mountains, but unexpectedly he met a woman in green clothes wandering at the intersection.
The mountain path formation was not opened, so the woman in Tsing Yi must have wanted to climb the mountain and look far away.
Li Xiuyuan thought for a moment and asked, "Young lady is wandering here. Could it be that she wants to go up the mountain from this trail?"
The woman in green turned around after hearing this, smiled slightly and said, "Sir, can you go up?"
Li Xiuyuan shook his head, waved his hand to open the formation in the mountain, and said with a smile: "Just in time, I want to go back and see if the flowers are blooming?"
He cut down a mountain of apricot trees to pieces, only on both sides of the mountain road near the stone house.
A dozen trees remained.
If it weren't for the occasional flowers in spring, he wouldn't want to keep even one.
The old friend has gone, and he is left alone, and he even has less thoughts about looking at flowers.
When the green jade woman saw Li Xiuyuan raising his legs and heading towards the mountain, she couldn't help but follow him curiously, and then exclaimed: "So, you are the owner of the stone house on the mountain?"
The spring breeze came from the snow-capped mountains, carrying the faint fragrance of flowers, which made the woman in Tsing Yi fascinated for a moment, and kept praising her as she walked.
Li Xiuyuan, who was walking in front, shook his head, thinking that if you had come here ten years ago, this place would have been a fairyland in your eyes.
It wasn't until the two of them went all the way up to the intersection in the mountains that the woman in green exclaimed as she looked at the apricot blossoms in front of her and the small purple bamboo courtyard not far away.
He said to Li Xiuyuan: "I heard from the monks at the foot of the mountain that the master of the mountain is often absent. I didn't expect to meet you by chance today."
Shaking his head, Li Xiuyuan pushed aside the slightly hidden bamboo fence. He didn't know how many times he had repaired the bamboo fence.
Every two years, he would prune the bamboo forest and use the chopped purple bamboo to weave a bamboo fence.
After entering the living room, the woman in Tsing Yi learned that Li Xiuyuan lived alone in the mountains... Looking at the vegetable garden in front of the house, the apricot blossoms on the mountains couldn't help but bloom. thought.
Make a fire and boil water to make tea.
It wasn't until he held a cup of tea in his hands that Li Xiuyuan asked: "My dear girl, why are you walking alone in the mountains?"
The woman in green took a sip of the hot tea in the cup and replied: "I am Yuzhen. I once practiced Taoism in Wangwu Mountain and just returned to Chang'an recently..."
Li Xiuyuan was startled when he heard this, and then laughed: "It turns out that Princess Yuzhen arrived, but I, a wild man from the mountains, was rude."
Princess Yuzhen smiled: "Since I became a monk and practiced Taoism, I am no longer the princess of the imperial city."
Looking at the elegant and refined Princess Yuzhen in front of him, Li Xiuyuan was reminded of Qingyu and Gao Yuer, the princesses of Northern Qi who also followed Xiaohei to Chang'an.
In the blink of an eye, hundreds of years later, the dynasty changed, and the princess at that time had become the little dragon girl.
But Princess Yuzhen in front of her has just embarked on the path of cultivation.
Thinking of this, Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but sigh: "It is said that on this snow mountain, a princess from the previous dynasty once practiced here. Unexpectedly, hundreds of years later, a princess from the Tang Dynasty was welcomed again."
Princess Yuzhen was stunned when she heard this, and couldn't help but ask: "Sir, please help me clear up my doubts."
Li Xiuyuan replied calmly: "The adopted sister of the Empress of Zhou Dynasty and the princess of Northern Qi Dynasty practiced cultivation here for hundreds of years..."
Jue'er is the secret in his heart, so naturally he won't tell it to Princess Yuzhen in front of him.
Princess Yuzhen lowered her head and thought for a moment, then murmured to herself: "So, there really were gods in this mountain? Where are they?"
Li Xiuyuan added tea to Princess Yuzhen's cup and said with a faint smile: "At the end of their practice, they will either sit in the mountains or fly away... They have already left this world."
Li Xiuyuan did not explain the whereabouts of Qingyu and the two, but he believed that Princess Yuzhen could understand the meaning of his words.
On this day, Princess Yuzhen did not leave, but stayed in a stone house behind.
Fortunately, Li Xiuyuan had tidied up Gao Yue'er and Qingyu's rooms from time to time over the years, and the quilts had just been changed in winter.
Thinking that Li Bai and Li Yueyuan might come to Chang'an to look for him soon, the mountains still need to be tidied up.
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When Princess Yuzhen got up early and thought she was very early, she found that Li Xiuyuan was already digging the soil and preparing to plant vegetables.
Sitting at the table under the eaves, Princess Yuzhen said with a smile: "It seems that your husband is a truly born person. He even grows the vegetables he eats with his own hands."
"Not necessarily. Sometimes I read Tripitaka's Buddhist scriptures in Yuhua Temple."
Li Xiuyuan replied while digging the ground: "This is the first time I have met a Taoist monk in Chang'an. Is this considered a destiny?"
Princess Yuzhen smiled lightly: "Of course we are destined, if not first
Damn it, Yuzhen can’t even get up this mountain road. "
At this point, Li Xiuyuan sighed and said with a wry smile: "There were originally two wooden houses on this mountain, built by old friends. I was afraid of trouble, so I set up a formation in the mountain..."
Think about it, if old man Hong Yuanhai hadn't rebuilt the two stone houses, the wooden houses would have collapsed countless times.
Princess Yuzhen nodded thoughtfully and asked herself secretly, if she were here, would she be afraid of trouble and want to find someone to build a magic circle?
Leaving Princess Yuzhen alone in a daze, Li Xiuyuan went around the mountains again and dug some spring bamboo shoots.
I picked some apricot flowers and planned to brew some spiritual wine on the mountain this spring, waiting for Li Bai's arrival next year.
A mountain of spring mist shrouded the two stone houses in the vast darkness of night. The two of them were guarding a pot of mushrooms and spring bamboo shoots, and Li Xiuyuan put some dried meat in it.
Let Princess Yuzhen taste the delicious food on the snow-capped mountains for the first time.
Holding a glass of spiritual wine, Princess Yuzhen expressed her thoughts that she had been holding back all day.
"Sir, I want to build a villa on this snowy mountain so that monks and friends from Chang'an can have a gathering place. I wonder if you can... …”
After saying that, he looked down at the glass of spiritual wine in his hand, like a child who said something wrong, waiting for his parents to give up.
Li Xiuyuan did not expect Princess Yuzhen to be so frank and directly speak out what was in her heart.
To him, whether it is the stone house on the mountain or No. 47 at the foot of the mountain, they are just passing clouds and will turn into dust when he leaves.
After thinking about it again and again, Li Xiuyuan replied: "The open space in front of the bamboo garden is large enough. You can build the villa according to your own intention. But these two stone houses and the vegetable garden must be reserved for me."
When Princess Yuzhen heard this, she couldn't help but laugh: "In this way, my husband and I will be neighbors from now on."
Li Xiuyuan added some spirit wine to her cup and said with a smile, "I rarely live in the mountains for a few days throughout the year. It's a wonderful thing that you are willing to come up."
Yuzhen sighed and smiled bitterly: "When I return to Chang'an, I can't always go back to the palace to live. It's my dream to have a villa in the mountains."
Speaking of royal matters, Li Xiuyuan stopped talking at the moment.
Instead, I was smelling the fragrance of flowers in the night wind, thinking about how many days there would be tinkling sounds here.
Back then, in order to prevent the monk at the foot of the mountain from taking away two wooden houses, he did not hesitate to fight the old monk. If he missed it, he beheaded the young monk's great uncle in the snow at the foot of the mountain.
How long has it been since then? I think I have to leave eventually, so what if I let him give this place away?
Princess Yuzhen didn't know what Li Xiuyuan was thinking, but asked carefully: "Sir, there is a temple at the bottom of the mountain. If I practice Taoism on the mountain, will it affect them?"
Speaking of this, Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but sigh.
During my trip to Qingcheng, I only dealt with the old monk Zhiguang in the back mountain and forgot to visit the Taoist temple in the front mountain.
Thinking about it carefully, could it be that Li Yueyuan and Qibao affected his Ru Shui state of mind?
Thinking of this, Li Xiuyuan looked at Princess Yuzhen and said seriously: "I once built two bamboo houses on the top of Qingcheng Mountain. The front mountain is a Taoist temple and the back mountain is a Buddhist temple."
"In my opinion, both the Taoist priests on the front mountain and the monks on the back mountain can complete their respective practices in one place, so why do you care about the temple at the bottom of the mountain?"
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Yuzhen's eyes lit up and he said with a smile: "I didn't expect that Sir has ever been to Qingcheng. Could it be that you are already a monk like Master Tripitaka?"
Shaking his head, Li Xiuyuan replied: "I just read a few volumes of Buddhist scriptures and have not become a monk."
Princess Yuzhen sighed and asked cautiously: "Sir, have you ever practiced Taoism?"
Li Xiuyuan thought for a while and replied, "No."
