Qishan is a small but indispensable hill on the bank of Gunlong River in Qinzhou. Even the name of this mountain can be traced back five hundred years.
It is said that five hundred years ago, the founding monarch of the Dazhao Kingdom received advice from an immortal here to guide the world, and the word "Qi" in Qishan was derived from this. However, the authenticity of this matter has not been traced now, but it is true. In response to the saying "The mountain is not high, but there are immortals who are famous".
Over the past hundred years, no matter how the outside of the mountain has changed, Qishan has only green trees and vines, wild thorns, winding streams, and the sound of various insects. There are occasionally woodcutters and pedestrians passing by, but no one has lived there for a long time.
Quiet and natural.
There is a bamboo forest on the mountainside of Qishan Mountain, which is evergreen all year round. Two years ago, three people, an old man, a young man and a servant, lived here in a cottage using local materials. Today, there are two uncles and nephews and a mud boy at the foot of the mountain "depending on each other" as neighbors, and this mountain has some Fireworks in the world.
In the blink of an eye, more than three months have passed since the Battle of Gunlongjiang. However, Hua Fengju and Yan Longyu, who had escaped from death in a daze and slept in someone else's house the next time they opened their eyes, were still confused: since the immortal was willing He came to rescue them, but why did he disappear after rescuing them? Could it be that this immortal was just like the little lady who had not left the boudoir, afraid of meeting strangers?
The reason why Hua Fengju was able to escape from death was not only the Qi blessing of his own master's cultivation, but also thanks to the herbal conditioning of the old Confucian scholar named Qin and the infusion of Qi from the old servant beside him.
After this incident, Hua Fengju also paid the price - he could no longer hold a sword in his right hand.
Hua Fengju once said with a smile, "No matter how unbearable the old man Huang is, he is still a master after all. There is nothing to regret. At most, he only holds the sword in his left hand."
In fact, only he himself knew that for a martial arts genius like him, his narrow escape from death would mean a sharp decline in his realm, a ruined state of mind, and the possibility of never becoming a martial arts immortal. Who wouldn’t feel cold?
But in front of me, plus the apprentice Yan Gui who took in for Yan Shiliu, the three of them have been eating and drinking for several months. The ungrateful eldest nephew still thinks he has no meat. Even if Hua Fengju is as thick-skinned as a city wall, then It’s time to get some air.
All day long, Xishu Fengjue was speechless and helpless as she watched her little nephew, who would take Yan Gui and lie next to other people's chicken pens whenever he had free time, pointing fingers and plotting evil intentions.
Just let yourself get used to the harm you bring about! Now that the trauma has almost healed, Hua Fengju's top priority is to build a place to live and quickly bring back this sister who was born and raised with his father.
You can't always occupy the side room of an old servant, right?
——This morning, the fog gradually thinned.
For three months, Emperor Dahuan's master Qin Ruoyang would wake up the two children Yan Longyu and Dugu Haodang early every day and teach them knowledge in his main room as long as he did not go down the mountain.
But every ten days, the old Confucian scholar would go down the mountain alone and stay away for four or five days.
Mr. Qin, whom the children said yesterday, went down the mountain. The two children, Yan Longyu and Dugu Haodang, who were already familiar with each other, rarely slept until they woke up naturally today.
Yan Gui, a "mud kid" who has been accustomed to hardship since childhood, would get up early every day. After going up the mountain to collect a bundle of firewood, he would consciously practice the basic sword-drawing skills taught to him by Master Feng Jue outside the fenced courtyard of the bamboo house.
Hua Fengju and the old servant who took care of Mr. Qin's daily life also went up to the mountain early today. They were going to look for some strong wood suitable for making ground piles.
The old servant's surname is He, whose real name is unknown. He is a cold-faced and kind-hearted person.
Lao He is tall and straight-backed, with a deep knife wound on his sallow and thin face. It can be seen that he may have been handsome in his youth. Although he doesn't talk much, he is very kind to several children on weekdays. When he has nothing to do, he always likes to stand aside and watch the children laugh and play.
The old servant learned martial arts and instilled the true energy into Hua Fengju. Those who can move the true energy in the body are at least above the level of a master. However, Hua Fengju has never been able to figure out his true state of cultivation.
After knowing the origins of these three people, Hua Fengju stopped delving into them and just regarded the old servant as a loyal servant raised by the Dugu royal family.
In the main room, two children with good names, Yan Longyu and Dugu Haodang, slept on the same bed.
Dugu Haodang, who woke up naturally from his sleep, opened his eyes first. He pushed one of someone's feet away. After sitting up, he didn't forget to put the word "big" on the couch and squeezed Yan Longyu's butt in the corner. Come up and slap me.
After being slapped awake, Yan Longyu stuck out his butt, rubbed his head and yawned continuously. He ignored Dugu beside him, stood up and stuck his head out of the window, and said lazily to the yard: "Grandpa He, my grandson is hungry, is the food ready?"
Dugu Haodang on the side has long been accustomed to this "living treasure" that he thinks about eating as soon as he opens his eyes. He just slightly raised his delicate chin, looked at Yan Longyu who had his back turned and said coldly: "Sir, you said you are a reincarnated living treasure." Taoist, yes! To the point! Lao He and your Uncle Feng went up the mountain, leaving food on the table and no longer serving them."
Yan Longyu sighed arrogantly, propped his chin with his hand in front of the window, imitated Mr. Qin's tone and shook his head: "Dugu, are there any trees in the mountains that are clear and swaying today?"
"If you want to fly a paper mandarin, just say it, sir, I don't like to show off knowledge." Dugu Haodang was naturally withdrawn and cold, almost like a four or five-year-old child, but he was very much like his father who was devoted to poetry.
Yan Longyu curled his lips, turned around and sat down, "Dugu, if you are so boring, you will have no friends."
"You do!" Dugu Haodang asked back.
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Outside the fence of the bamboo house courtyard is a newly built bamboo bridge built by an old servant. The mountain stream flows underneath it. There is a bent old locust tree at the head of the bridge. The open space on both sides is perfect for placing paper kites.
One of the two children held up the thread with a cold face and just walked forward, while the other with a playful face chased behind him holding a paper kite, looking very naive.
Dugu Haodang said calmly: "There is no wind today, you can definitely fly."
Yan Longyu gasped and said, "Sir, my heart is natural and the breeze comes naturally."
Dugu Haodang narrowed his eyes and said, "Is this what you mean, sir?"
Yan Longyu curled his lips and said, "Isn't it? You definitely didn't listen well to your morning class! Sir, um, he specially taught us how to fly kites."
Dugu Haodang frowned slightly and nodded.
One dares to say it, and the other dares to believe it.
The two of them ran back and forth from the beginning to the end of the bridge, but the kite could not fly even one foot high.
"Is your heart still natural?"
Yan Longyu, who was already sweating profusely, sat down on the bridge and gasped, "Why is this paper kite even less reliable than Uncle Feng? How about we dismantle it?"
Dugu Haodang leaned against Laohuai, frowning his thick and delicate brows again, and was speechless: Is there anyone more unreliable than you, Yan Longyu, in the world? As long as there is a living thing on this mountain, my highness will not bother to care about you.
With this thought in his mind, just looking at the peers in front of him, the corners of Dugu Haodang's mouth slightly raised involuntarily.
It's actually not bad to have you here in this mountain.
"Dugu, you smiled."
"Shut up!"
Yan Gui, who is three years older than the two children, is leaning on the fence with his chin in his hands, watching the two innocent children bickering under the old locust tree not far away.
Suddenly, Yan Gui suddenly saw a white dress in his sight. He vaguely remembered this man. On the day when the two major sects blocked the river, he had watched silently behind a tree in Gunlong River, and had seen a man dressed in white coming to save people from a distance.
The old locust tree rustled, and a breeze blew in the face. Yan Longyu, who was sitting on the bamboo bridge, took off his paper kite and slowly flew up into the sky.
Dugu Haodang's heart tightened, but he still looked at the white-clothed man approaching behind Yan Longyu without changing his expression. This was a vague face that he had never seen since Mr. Qin brought him here.
Yan Longyu suddenly turned his head and was startled. He raised his butt and stood up awkwardly, looking at Bai Yi with a shy face.
The face of this white-robed celestial being was always covered with an invisible white gauze. Although the two children could not see his face clearly, they felt a sense of warmth and warmth in their hearts, like a spring breeze.
The man in white clothes who approached actually took out a palm-sized and cute little yellow dog from his sleeve. He handed it to Yan Longyu in front of him and said warmly: "This little creature is destined to you, so I gave it to you. "
Dugu Haodang was a little surprised. Just now he was thinking about a living creature, and now it was delivered to his door?
Yan Longyu smiled playfully and hugged the puppy. He ran to Dugu and stuffed the dog into his arms. He asked naively: "Uncle, are you here for a meal?"
Dugu Haodang stroked the yellow dog and sneered: "Do you think everyone is like you and only knows how to eat?"
Bai Yi looked at the two children and said with a wry smile: "It's rare to have a perfect pair of diamonds. The dragon rain is mighty. Yes, the world in this life is quite interesting."
The two children tilted their heads and felt that the man talking to himself in front of them was strange, and then they started whispering to each other:
"Dugu, why does this uncle talk weirder than Mr. Qin?"
"You understand again!"
"He must be trying to get some free money, but he's too embarrassed to say it."
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Being ignored by the two people, the white-clothed celestial being was a little embarrassed, so he simply bent down and said straight to the point: "Children, there is a peak and a spring at the top of Qishan Mountain, which are called Guanyun Peak and Xinxin Spring. I live there alone. I don't know. Can I invite you two to come and play with me before New Year’s Day every month?”
The two children didn't take Bai Yi seriously at all.
"Hey, what is he talking about again?"
"This uncle wants to trick you into going to his house. Don't go!"
This unknown origin of the white-clothed heavenly being from Qishan was completely regarded by the two children as a bad guy who ate and drank freely and deceived children.
The heavenly man held his forehead and sighed, helpless: It’s better to wait for your adults to come back!
It's time.
Hua Fengju and his servant Lao He finally came down the mountain. As soon as the two of them arrived at the bridge, they saw the hazy-faced man in white sitting cross-legged on the bridge, looking spotless. Three children and a yellow dog squatted side by side under the old locust tree, whispering and looking at Baiyi.
Hua Fengju gradually stopped and hesitated. He seemed to remember this face, but couldn't remember where he had seen it before. Then he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Who are you?"
The white-clothed celestial being looked at the young swordsman in front of him, who seemed to be less reliable than those children, shook his sleeves, and said with an awkward smile: "I am the immortal you call me!"
"Really? I don't believe it!" Hua Fengju questioned.
"Uncle Feng, this man said he saved us, but I don't remember. I guess he is hungry and confused! How about we give him something to eat? It's so pitiful."
Hua Fengju looked at his good nephew with a fake smile, nodded to the young immortal in front of him and said, "Brother, why are you here? What kind of immortal are you? I really don't believe it!"
Bai Yi was speechless. At this moment, she had the urge to say "believe it or not" and then leave.
Like uncle, like nephew!
The immortal in white clothes didn't want to waste any more words. He exhaled a breath from his chest, then looked seriously, reached out from his sleeve and took out a wordless book, and slowly unfolded it under the gaze of everyone.
Wisps of white light bloomed from the scroll, and the light almost blotted out the sun.
The hearts of everyone present trembled, and they fell into a silent white illusion for an instant, and everyone's eyes became empty.
Gradually, a picture slowly unfolded, and then the battle to block the river by the Gunlong River came into everyone's eyes. They saw the Heavenly Master blocking the road, saw the ice of Gunlong River cracking, and saw the white deer coming out of the green cliff...
It's like taking in the overall situation, sitting high in the clouds, and it's mysterious and unpredictable.
By the bamboo bridge, when everyone came to their senses again, returning to nature before their eyes, and hearing the chirping of insects in the mountains as if they were waking up from a dream, the white-clothed immortal who originally sat on the bamboo bridge had disappeared.
In the sky, a word came to everyone's ears leisurely, "You will have to live here permanently for the next fifteen years from today. You can only leave the mountain for seven days at a time, and you are not allowed to leave the county. I will keep you safe and sound." "
"Remember, when you send these two children to the top of Qishan Mountain before and after New Year's Day every month, you don't need to look for me, I know it myself."
Hua Fengju obviously hadn't been able to react from the shock. He just stared at the sky with his eyes in confusion.
The Heavenly Man once again sent a message through the air, "You want to ask, why do you come here? Are you going to stay for fifteen years?"
"I'm not looking for anyone, someone will come to me. Qin Ruoyang and Yan Linxiao both came here by accident when they were young, and they made some agreement with me. This is destiny and the chosen one, and you are the chosen one. People, do you know?"
Hua Fengju nodded hurriedly like a sensible person.
The old servant surnamed He also had the same expression at this moment, and was greatly shocked. This is definitely not a cultivation level that people in this world can have!
Yan Longyu didn't care about the magical powers of immortals or the chosen ones. He just faced the sky and suddenly shouted with a cry: "If you are really an immortal, then tell me, are my parents really dead?"
Children are still children after all.
For a long time, only four words came from the sky, "One true and one false!"
After that, no matter how many people asked questions to the sky, there was no sound again.
After hearing the answer, Yan Longyu silently clenched his fists, tears streaming down his face, and he broke down in sobs.
Dugu Haodang, Yan Gui stood beside him, silent.
Hua Fengju couldn't help but listen to her nephew's cry with a sad look on her face, thinking of her sister.
——Although Qishan is a small mountain, the top of Yunfeng Peak is covered with clouds and fog, making it mysterious and unpredictable.
The celestial being in white sits alone in front of the peak, looking down at the world, but his black hair is slightly mixed with some white hair. A circle of white aura evaporates around him, his clothes are fluttering and he looks extraordinary, and there seems to be something in his mouth:
"Trouble, you ask so many questions, but you don't know that it takes Yangshou to use my magical powers! Alas, I don't want to do anything hastily in this life!"
"The world is struggling to reach heaven, but I am only greedy for this world. It's weird, weird. Hahahaha, I can't get enough of this world!"
