In April, the distant mountains are lush and green, the flower clusters gradually fade, and the peach branches all over the mountain are covered with green fruits.
The 19-foot-tall man in plain clothes walked slowly up the mountain. His slender back was straight and his three thousand black hair was tied at the top of his crown with a white scarf. He looked like a scholar in late spring.
Su Shan climbed up a hill and picked off a peach branch that had just faded into flowering stage and sprouted fruits. She looked towards the north with bright eyes and bright eyebrows. Her face was chiseled in her forties and she whispered softly: "I'm just saying, I owe you." How could the two hundred gold be wasted!"
Then he touched his dark and thick beard: "No, six cents of interest must be included!"
Recently, we have been chatting over tea and dinner, telling stories about several cases, and the most talked about topic is undoubtedly the topic about the son of the rebellious minister.
From the time he first entered the martial arts world, he had a series of ruthless achievements in Shu. He forced out the Nanzhao remnants of the pseudo-realm grand master. Then he survived the death on the way to the capital and frightened off all the Tubo masters. After entering the capital, he became the first among the three young saints in the temple. Following the order, he went northward and by chance entered the Black Heron Temple, which is a once-in-sixty-year encounter.
Later, the imperial court learned of the mystery of his life experience. He was accused of being the son of a rebellious minister and was surrounded and intercepted by all the temples. He even single-handedly resisted the siege of the Grand Master. When he met Du Qiao, his level dropped to that of a Little Grand Master.
Later, he used his life force in the Little Grandmaster realm to fight the old monk Huicong with a sword that was unparalleled in his history. The second sword directly scared away the great master of Northern Shaolin.
So far, there has been no news from the rebellious minister's son.
Some people say that the little celestial being from Qingcheng Dao Sect is destined to be like a shooting star streaking across the sky, and will remain silent in this world.
Some people also say that he is practicing thousands of times in the world, otherwise the few Taoist priests in Qingcheng who guard the mountain would not sit back and watch.
In short, I can't guess or understand, but the rebellious son has truly fallen into a state of decline and lost his life span.
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Smoke curls up from the secluded green hills. A figure in a green shirt with white hair stands under the eaves of a thatched cottage, looking sideways at the sunset. Her snow-white hair is combed meticulously.
The gentle breeze blew a few strands of white hair, and a slightly aged face could be seen vaguely in the afterglow.
"Taoist Priest, the medicine is ready!"
A clear and gentle voice came from the thatched cottage.
"Oh! Come here!"
The man responded briefly and paused for a moment before reacting to entering the room.
The furnishings in the thatched cottage are simple, with bamboo tables, bamboo chairs, bamboo benches, and rammed earth walls. It is an ordinary farmhouse layout.
A woman in a light blue dress was carefully holding a bowl of soup. Her pretty face was flushed, and she kept blowing the soup with her little mouth. She didn't know whether she was afraid of burning herself or the person who was drinking the medicine.
Qingshan looked at this scene and was slightly distracted. The woman smiled slightly and stepped forward to help her. A trace of sadness flashed in her eyes: "Taoist Priest, my father asked someone to find a prescription for this medicine from Dr. Cui. It must be effective!"
Qing Shi forced a smile: "It's medicine that's three parts poison. Besides, I already anticipated the consequences when I consumed my original life span. Xiao Wei doesn't have to worry about me anymore!"
When the woman heard this, she burst into tears: "Taoist Master..."
Qingshan smiled: "You will cry when I die, there is no need to prepare it in advance."
"puff!"
The pretty face that was about to burst into tears suddenly burst into laughter: "How can you curse yourself like this? Taoist priest Jiren has his own destiny, and he will definitely get better..."
Qingshan said comfortably and leisurely: "I hope it will be as Miss Yu said!"
Yu Xiaowei suddenly became serious: "Taoist Priest, you really take life and death lightly..."
Qingshan looked at the decoction and responded: "Who would be so ignorant of life and death that they would seek immortality and drink this unspeakably miserable decoction!"
"Then you had the ability to escape, why..."
Before she could finish speaking, Qingshan was worried: "There are a hundred ways to live and a hundred ways to die. I just chose the 101st one. Live for the people I care about, and live for the people who care about me." If you don't survive this time, I hope you won't be foolish. There is a saying in the world that a gentleman takes revenge. It's never too late in ten years. If you are fully confident in the future and remember that you have interacted with a Taoist priest like me, by the way Revenge will make me smile."
"What if I can't get my revenge for the rest of my life?"
"Isn't it our greatest hope to be stable for a lifetime?"
"If we can't take revenge, wouldn't it make the living people suffer even more?"
"How about... life and death?"
"..."
Qingshan Wuyan picked up the soup and took a sip, grinning and said: "Hmm~ Xiaowei, the medicine is a bit bitter, are there any candies?"
"No more!"
"Are there any fruits?"
"No~ no~!"
"..."
When he was grinning at a loss, Yu Xiaowei pouted and tilted her head and threw a candy at him: "Zhao Zhengli, Taoist Zhao, and Zhao Tianren, do you know how to live well?"
Zhao Zhengli, who was wearing a green shirt and white hair, showed a wry smile on his old face. He nodded and drank the medicine in one gulp.
"Does my old house look like Jiangnan?"
"The land that can grow a beauty like yours is truly extraordinary."
"Taoist Master Miao Zan, but I have never lived here. In the troubled times more than ten years ago, my scholar father fled to the south. He was so talented that he met the most beautiful woman in the local town in a small town. The two of them were influenced by each other. Everyone supported them, and they got married naturally. Later, when the war broke out, the town went their separate ways. My father took his pregnant mother north, and moved to Huainan to give birth to his eldest brother. The next year, the civil and military examinations were held in Luoyi, and my father was naturally on the list. I was famous, so I started my career as an official. The following year, I gave birth to my second brother. With my official position, my family had more money. In those years, we lived a relatively stable life in the war famine. The year I was born, I heard that Emperor Zhou had passed away. , the old emperor gathered his troops and proclaimed himself emperor, and the emperor just changed the court quietly, but who cares about the people in the world? As long as he is a good emperor, everyone will be the same.
At this point, she let out a long sigh: "It's a pity that my mother, who became ill after years of hard work, passed away after only a few years of comfortable life, and my father, who was deeply in love, never rekindled their relationship."
Zhao Zhengli listened silently and nodded silently. He also understood why he had not seen Mrs. Yu Shangshu during his several visits to Yu's house.
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The fire wheel helps the clouds rise, and the old willow brings spring mud.
The climate in the south is so gentle, and the flowers, plants, trees, people and animals that grow there are all gentle and delicate.
The four seasons of fine quality create a unique environment, a land of plenty, a land of literati, poets, and wealthy merchants too numerous to mention.
Since ancient times, there has been a joke that "all the wealth lies in Suzhou and Hangzhou".
There are millions of people in Yangzhou, headed by the four major families of Shao, Yuan, Yang and Liu.
Wealthy families, bureaucrats and aristocrats all pay attention to being well-matched. This is especially true in Yangzhou, where wealthy families are everywhere, and the division of classes into three, six and nine is even more clear.
In the past, the Yuan Mansion, the leader of the four wealthy families in Yangzhou, has lost its former glory. The high walls, wide courtyards, and landscape gardens all show a sense of the ruthless passing of time from inside to outside.
In the corridor of the deep courtyard of the old house, three or two maids and servants were carrying a soft couch to a sedan chair. An old woman in her eighties or nineties was lying paralyzed. She had snow-like white hair, gold, silver, and emerald steps, but she was more exquisite than usual. Compact.
The wrinkled old face is not decorated with any rouge and gouache, and the bloodless skin is covered with age spots, showing the vicissitudes of life.
A hand with the same wrinkles and slackness was raised above the bustling brow to protect her from the sun. She was wearing a thin embroidered jacket. She seemed to be a little old. The needlework fabric was slightly dull and faded. There was a yellowing white fox fur on her knees.
The old woman looked sluggish, covering the sun with her hands as she squinted aimlessly, mumbling to herself with a mouth full of silver teeth.
The accompanying maids bent down and followed him closely so that they could respond to the ancestor in a timely manner.
The old woman said to the maid who leaned over her ear and said in a voice as weak as a mosquito: "Xiao Hui'er, take our ancestors to the pavilion over there to see the bustling scene in Yangzhou."
"Okay!" The maid responded and obeyed.
The four-beam and eight-column mahogany pavilion is very spacious and can easily accommodate a sedan chair. Through the pavilion, you can see half of the lively streets of Yangzhou North City, with busy people in shadow. Looking out from the garden, you can feel like you are taking a quiet look amidst the hustle and bustle.
Xiao was getting older, and the old woman fell asleep without even taking a few glances, so she took a nap and fell asleep.
The maid hurriedly covered her with the fur blanket she had prepared. She had become sleepy due to her age, but the old woman suddenly woke up again.
She looked around dejectedly: "Chunmei, did Si Miao listen to the private tutor's teachings today?"
The maid was startled. Although Chunmei didn't know, wasn't "Si Miao" the old man of the Yuan family? Does he still need to listen to his personal trainer?
However, he still responded quickly: "To tell you my ancestors, the old man is busy in the accounting room in the front yard."
"What ancestor, I am your mother-in-law Yang Guifen! Guyu has just passed today, shouldn't the old lady go to Chashan to supervise the progress?"
"Um... my ancestor's servant is Xiao Hui'er. Grain Rain has passed for some time, and the business of Chashan is now taken care of by the seventh young master."
"Chunmei is actually talking nonsense. There are only five brothers in the Yuan family. Where did the seventh young master appear? Besides, the five brothers all have their own families, so they should be called master."
The old woman thought carefully and hard: "No, each of the five brothers has an heir, but the seventh one is still in his infancy. How can he take care of the tea mountain? Could it be that God blessed the Yuan family and gave him a son of God?"
She turned from joy to sadness: "Son of God, Son of God, it's okay if you don't want me, lest you end up like me again, like me who abandons my family and my wife."
She turned her head and looked at the sky: "After waiting for so many years, you asked me to live well, and I will live well. But after waiting for so many years, don't you have the ambition to be a man of heaven? Why didn't you show up and come back to take a look?"
A dry tear slipped out of the corner of the old eye, flowing down the wrinkles at the corner of the eye and all over the face.
The maidservant noticed that something was wrong and hurriedly separated the two of them and went to report it.
The old woman looked back at the banyan tree in the courtyard that was the same age as her and sighed to herself: "The old tree has replaced its new buds, and another year has passed. Cardamom is as holy as snow, and I am already old when I look back."
"Ancestor..."
The maidservant who was close to the old woman Yang Guifen seemed to have noticed something, and her mournful tone did not know how to comfort her.
Frequent rains in the south before and after Guyu make the air exceptionally clear and clear, making the scenery picturesque at first glance.
At the end of the sky, there is a figure in white robe walking southward in the sky. He has a silver beard and crane hair, and his steps are light and easy. He flashes and appears hundreds of feet away, like an immortal playing in the human world.
The old woman in the pavilion of Yuan Mansion looked into the distance as if she had something in her heart, and her mood was a little tense for no reason.
Several maids and servants immediately panicked when they saw this.
When everyone was at a loss, a white figure suddenly appeared in the pavilion. He was dressed in a white robe, with a silver beard and white hair. His demeanor was indescribably otherworldly. The maidservant only felt that an immortal could only have such character.
It's just that this immortal never looked away from his ancestor, and the ancestor seemed to be looking at him all the time.
The celestial being took a step closer slowly, his white hair turning gray and his face glowing.
After taking the second step, his gray hair turned black, and he looked like he was half-dead.
In the third step, the black hair is thick and the beard has receded, and the man is middle-aged. In the fourth step, the three thousand green hair is slightly floating, the appearance is handsome, and the white robe shows extraordinary and outstanding grace, and the spirit is full of energy.
Everyone's eyes widened and their hearts were shocked. The silver-bearded immortal turned into a handsome young man in two steps. Could it be that he really met an immortal?
The majestic young immortal stopped beside the sedan chair and slowly knelt down.
"Chaoyang..."
The excited old woman tremblingly stretched out her hand to caress the young man. The young man caught the old hands in mid-air and placed his affectionate cheek on his face: "I'm sorry, Xiaofen, I'm late!"
When the old woman Yang Guifen touched his cheek with her withered hand, her body was startled when he was thrown out of the sedan chair: "No...it's not a dream? It's not a dream?"
The corners of her mouth were raised, the corners of her eyes were smiling, tears welled up uncontrollably, and her withered hands held on tighter and tighter, for fear that if she let go even a little bit, everything would be in vain like in her dream.
While Yang Guifen was in tears, her face became visibly younger. The maid and servant who had just recovered from her emotions were once again surprised and speechless.
When she realized it, her appearance was already in her twenties and eighties, her skin was like gelatin, her teeth were like gourd rhinoceros, and her willow eyebrows and eyes were full of moving beauty.
Yuan Chaoyang slowly stood up holding his fair and jade-like hand, and Yang Guifen subconsciously followed her away from the soft couch of the sedan chair. The two of them walked along the garden path like a couple of gods. The handsome man and the beautiful woman held hands and walked slowly, as if they were back in the past when they fell in love.
On this day, the Yuan family celebrated with joy, inviting Yangzhou's most famous opera troupes and cooks, and at night they set up the most dazzling fireworks and lights, which were even better than those on New Year's Eve.
This was done for three consecutive days, causing a sensation throughout the city of Yangzhou. Interested people inquired back and forth, and upon hearing the description, they were half surprised, half doubtful, and amazed.
Within ten days, there was an immortal in the Yuan family, which spread throughout the upper class circles in the south of the Yangtze River.
However, on the third day, Yuan Chaoyang took his beloved wife north to the East China Sea, but only few people in the Yuan Mansion knew about it.
