There is a palace at the bottom of Longtan.
I was very curious at the time and couldn't understand why there was no water in the underwater palace. It was just as dry and very bright as outside.
Later I discovered that on the top of the entire palace, there was a very bright night pearl, like a moon, quietly illuminating every corner of the palace.
There are a total of eight old people living in the palace.
One is mute, but has great strength. He can only see the stone pillars on the ground.
Moreover, every move is stylish, so he should be a Kung Fu master.
There is also an old man who is blind but is proficient in Chinese calligraphy. I heard a man in ancient costume call him Xiao Zhuge.
In addition, the remaining few people are all masters.
Some are proficient in medical skills, some are proficient in Qimen Dunjia, and some are proficient in music...
They call themselves Bada Shanren!
Apart from that, there is only a little maid and two fat cooks, who are responsible for everyone's daily life.
"From now on, these eight people will be your masters. Before you are six years old, you will learn various skills from them. These eight old people are all experts from the world, and they have lived here in seclusion for hundreds of years. No one knows them!”
"When you are six years old, I will arrange for you to meet your parents, and then we will find a place to travel and practice."
"Wan'er, stay with the young master!"
"yes!"
After the man left, I became a living treasure used by these little old men to relieve their fatigue.
"That Long Changming is really a master! It is said that on the day of his burial, two dragons carried the coffin and hundreds of ghosts cried at the grave. Did you know that hundreds of new graves were raised around Longtan Village overnight? When night falls, the graves are brightly lit. Some people saw many ghosts kneeling in front of the grave and crying bitterly!"
"Is there such a thing?"
"It seems that we eight old immortals must take care of his little grandson, otherwise..."
"Otherwise, so what? You and I are both dead, so why bother meddling in such affairs?"
"This is no idle matter! This is the young master's order!"
"Yes! Who told us to owe the young master our life?"
"But... I like this boy, the old man, very much! Come here, what's your name?"
With my round eyes open, I suddenly stretched out my two hands and pulled the old man's mustache hard.
"Good boy, these little arms are so strong!"
"Come! Kiss the old man!"
The old man grinned, with a row of yellow teeth exposed and a faint stench!
Have you not brushed your teeth in hundreds of years?
I hurriedly reached out to cover my nose with a disgusted look on my face, which made several old men around me laugh.
In this way, under the care of Wan'er and Fat Uncle, I grew up day by day.
Because I have a special physique, I eat some weird things, such as tortoise soup, sea cucumbers, and some things I have never heard of. They are all rare treasures from the sea, and they are great tonic!
So, I was growing in size at an alarming rate.
When I was six years old, I was almost as tall as the twelve or thirteen-year-old kids outside.
Moreover, under the guidance of Bada Shanren, at a young age, I was proficient in mountain doctor fortune-telling, and also knew some simple boxing and kicking skills, such as through-arm boxing, Tai Chi, Shaolin Xin Yi Bao, two-finger meditation, grabbing hands, Wait for acupuncture!
"Long'er, if you cause trouble in the future when you travel around the world, don't say that our eight old men are your masters!"
"Especially the young master, you can't even mention it!"
"Otherwise, there is a risk of beheading, do you understand?"
"Also, your name also needs to be changed. The name Long Chengfeng cannot be used before the age of eighteen. We have found an old man for you. This man is a drunkard from a Taoist temple near the provincial capital. From now on, you will Follow him and let him give you a name!”
Six-year-old me, full of expectations, nodded yes.
Although my intelligence and physique are exactly the same as those of a twelve or thirteen-year-old child, my curiosity about the outside world remains at the age of six. Or maybe I have been under the Longtan for too long and have long wanted to go out for a walk.
So that day, under the arrangement of the young master, I met with my parents.
It was during this meeting that I learned that the bottoms of the seventy-two dragon ponds in the southwest are actually connected together. Of course, only people from the Dragon Clan can find channels to communicate with each other.
In this way, I met my parents in a Longtan in Longtan Village.
What makes people feel sad is that my mother's ghost energy has completely turned her into a ghost.
My father became even more dull.
After all, he is a living dead. If his grandfather hadn't used magic to continue his name, he would have died long ago.
However, the life-extending technique is an evil method after all. If things go on like this, my father will still be unable to escape the fate of being backlashed.
When we met, my mother held me in her arms and cried uncontrollably, expressing her longing and helplessness. But my father sat aside and smoked dully. I heard from Grandma Bai who came to see me that my father started to act abnormally after my grandfather was buried.
Everyone in the village said he was crazy! The reason is that he is shirtless in winter, but sometimes wears a cotton-padded jacket on hot days. And he eats whatever he catches, sometimes even the earthworms on the ground...
"Dad! It's been six years, do you still remember me?"
"I am Chengfeng! I remember you. The day I was born, you held me tightly, fearing that I would be eaten by my mother."
"Mom! By the way, there's something I still don't understand. Why do you eat your own children?"
"And what's going on with those kids?"
My mother smiled, held my hand tightly, and said reluctantly: "Have you ever heard of the story of the ghost mother?"
I shook my head.
The mother said meaningfully: "In ancient times, the Ghost Mother was originally the creator like Nuwa. But ghosts are ghosts after all. Nuwa cultivated the immortal way, while the Ghost Mother cultivated the ghost way."
"The ghost mother can give birth to earth and ghosts. She can give birth to ten children at a time. She gives birth to them in the morning and eats them at night. Otherwise, there will be more and more ghosts in the world."
"So when Long'er was born, grandma also gave birth to ten children. The other nine were all ghost fetuses. Grandma must eat them and not let them live in this world. Only you are not ghost fetuses!"
"Now, Long'er understands?"
I nodded: "So that's it! Then... Grandma, what's the relationship between your ghost sect and the ghost mother?"
My mother stroked my hair and said: "The ghost sect is the disciple of the ghost mother, and the ghost path they practice is derived from the ghost mother. Therefore, all the ghost sect disciples have ghost energy in their bodies, and they can also absorb the ghost energy from the graveyard." Ghostly."
"All women are like ghost mothers, able to give birth to ten children at a time!"
"Also, eat your own children!"
