Kunlun stretches for thousands of miles and is known as the ancestor of mountains. There are two peaks standing side by side in the extreme west, one is Xianyun and the other is Tiandu. The Xiandu sect is located here, hence its name.
On July 19th of this year, Qi Yunhe returned to Tiandu Peak with five trial disciples. Eleven days had passed since he set off from Huyangdu.
The twilight is getting thicker, and the fairy clouds and the sky are like towering giants, supporting the crumbling starry sky. The mountain wind is whining, and the chill is penetrating the bones. There is no one around, except for five pale stone chambers, leaning against the cliff, silent.
Qi Yunhe pointed to the first stone room in the east and said: "That room is a firewood room. Rice, flour, vegetables and vegetables are delivered monthly. A fire is made in front of the stove for cooking, and firewood is piled behind the stove. There is a water tank in the corner behind the door. How much firewood and water are needed? , hunt as much as you want, if you want to eat meat, there is a lot of game in the mountains, you can find your own way, but remember one thing, you can't step into Xianyun Peak."
"The remaining four stone chambers are arranged according to the names of Yang, Ming, Zang, and Ying. The one next to the woodshed is Yang, which has been empty for several years. Don't worry about it. The disciples of the other two lines, Ming and Zang, live there. It will arrive in a few days. The Lao Dao lineage has always settled in Yingzihao, which is the westernmost room. You guys need to settle down first and wait until all the other trial disciples have arrived. Then I will greet you all."
After hearing this, Song Ji thought to himself: "It is neither according to the Xuanhuang of Heaven and Earth, nor to Henry and Zhen of the Yuan Dynasty. Where does Yangming Zangying come from?" He poked Song Qi and asked in a low voice: "Brother, why is Yangming Zangying?" English?" Song Qi entered school at the same time as him and read the same books. After thinking about it for a while, he shook his head.
Qi Yunhe's disciples looked over one by one and said: "We are tired from this journey, so go and have a rest. Zhilan, Shiqi, you are older, so please take care of them more. If you have anything to worry about in advance, we will talk about it when the old master comes." .”
The two agreed, and Qi Yunhe waved his hands with satisfaction, flicked his sleeves, and headed towards Xianyun Peak.
Watching his back disappear into the vast night, everyone felt abandoned. Yue Zhilan took the initiative to assume the role of senior brother and called his junior brothers and sisters to rest in the stone room.
Pushing open the heavy wooden door, the stone room was completely dark. Wei Shiqi found a few dead branches, made a torch, lit the sickle and looked inside. He saw that the stone room was divided into two rooms, inside and outside. There were wooden tables and chairs, and a wooden ladder leaning against the door. Inside was a hollow cave with straw on the floor and several blankets neatly stacked in the corner.
Yue Zhilan muttered: "It turns out to be Tongpu." He glanced at Qin Zhen and muttered in his heart that although the junior sister was young, she couldn't be allowed to live in the same place as a man.
Wei Shiqi held the torch and walked to the deepest part of the cave. He looked up and saw a dark cave entrance above his head, which was big enough for one person to enter and exit. He immediately moved a wooden ladder from behind the door and placed it at the entrance of the cave. He climbed up with the torch and took a look. Sure enough, There is also a slightly smaller cave, which is covered with straw and blankets as usual.
He greeted: "Junior Sister Qin, come up here."
Qin Zhen, who was short in stature, struggled to climb up the wooden ladder, walked to Wei Shiqi's side, took a few glances, and said, "Are people sleeping here too?"
"That's right. Would you be scared if you sleep up there alone?"
Qin Zhen shook her head. Wei Shiqi said: "Okay, we are all below, if you need anything, call out."
He was still going down the wooden ladder, watching the bright light on the stone wall retreat little by little. Qin Zhen suddenly became worried. She carefully knelt beside the wooden ladder, stuck her head out to look down, and saw Wei Shiqi holding a torch towards him. She looked a little shy for a moment, so she quickly shrank back and lay down fully clothed.
Yue Zhilan looked around, frowned and said, "There isn't even a window in this place. It's airtight. It's stuffy with a torch. It's better to go to bed early."
He piled the straw thicker inside and let the Song brothers sleep first. Wei Shiqi put out the torch, and the two of them lay down on the left and right outside, looking at the dim moonlight in the crack of the door. No one said a word.
A night of silence.
Early the next morning, Wei Shiqi woke up Yue Zhilan, and the two of them walked out of the Yingzihao stone room quietly, stretched their hands and feet in the morning light, and first went to the woodshed to check rice, flour, and firewood. The layout of the woodshed is also two rooms inside and outside. In the outer room is an earthen stove with two burners, and two large and small iron pots. Behind the door is a large seven-stone water tank with a pair of buckets beside the tank. There is a wooden shelf in the inner room. The arrangement of bowls, chopsticks, basins and pots was different from what Qi Yunhe said. There was no water in the pots, no firewood behind the stove, and no rice, noodles or vegetables on the wooden shelves.
The two discussed it, and Yue Zhilan collected firewood and water, while Wei Shiqi went up the mountain to hunt game.
There is a Kuji Spring on the top of Tiandu Peak, which never dries up all year round. The spring water follows the mountain's twists and turns and flows all the way to the foot of the mountain, where it merges into a crystal clear pool shaped like a crescent moon, which is called the Crescent Lake. There are green trees beside the pond, making it a good place to collect firewood and water.
Yue Zhilan made several trips back and forth, carrying half a tank full of water, picking up two bundles of firewood, washing the iron pot, and then returned to the stone room to wake up his junior brothers and sisters. Wei Shiqi returned to the woodshed with his bow and arrows on his back, carrying two pheasants and a hare in his hands. He took off the earthen basin from the wooden stand, scooped some water into the vat, washed it, peeled it, tore it into pieces and threw it into the pot. Inside, a large pot of soup was boiled. The aroma was overflowing and made people salivate.
They trekked in the Kunlun Mountains for eleven days, eating dry food and barbecue all day, and they were already a little tired of it. This pot of pheasant and hare soup was only seasoned with coarse salt, but it had an extremely long-lasting taste.
