Chapter 1

Two months later, the autumn was clear.

At dusk.

In the small village at the foot of the mountain, a few wisps of smoke are floating leisurely. Three or two children are running and fighting among the villages. There are farmers harvesting rice in the field by the roadside. The rhubarb dog lies lazily outside the house, sniffing the rice fragrance in the house behind him in the setting sun.

The sound of horses' hooves from far to near shattered the tranquility of the village. Frightened, the rhubarb dog arched up and looked warily at the dust in the distance.

Two horses, one black and one white, galloped to the village. They slowed down their hooves and looked up at the mountain not far away.

Sunset reflected in the mountains, the mountain clouds, was set off a scarlet, there are craggy rocks towering in the sky, in the red clouds around, as if flying to fairyland.

At the foot of the mountain, there are shepherds riding cattle. The long flute makes the countryside more peaceful.

"That's what they said. This place looks like a fairy." White horse is a 14-5-year-old boy with red lips and white teeth. His long black hair is carefully tied in a samurai bun with a silver band. The end of the bun is like a black satin. It looks unrestrained and unrestrained. Bright eyes gaze at the mountains, the eyes have hope.

Black horse is a young man in brocade. He is four or five years older than him. Their faces are somewhat similar. It is easy to think that they are brothers. The difference is that the edges and corners of the young man's facial features are more distinct, and he looks colder and more serious.

The two horses were hung with long oil cloth bags, and the cold spear tips appeared from the mouth of the bags.

After listening to the young man's words, the young man did not respond, but quietly looked at the shepherd boy in the distance for a long time without saying a word.

"What's the matter?" The boy turned his head and asked.

"Nothing." The young man regained his consciousness and laughed, "it's just that the melody is unheard of, fresh and remote, and makes people relaxed and happy."

The young man nodded in favor. If we said that the environment was only five or six points immortal, coupled with the long flute, there would be seven or eight points in vain.

He didn't think much about it. He said with a smile, "we don't know how many good tunes are in the world. Did my brother suddenly begin to like the sound and color of silk and bamboo? "

The young man laughed and shook his head. The two slowly drove their horses into the village.

The roadside is the rice field. The farmers are sweating and cutting the rice. The young people slowly pass by, but their eyes are fixed on the rice field, and their looks are more and more serious.

The boy looked left and right for a while. Some of the rice in the paddy field had been cut and some were still growing. At first glance, they were in a state of disorder and had little to look at. Seeing his brother's serious appearance, he could not help saying, "what are you looking at again..."

"Keep your eyes away and look carefully."

Looking at it carefully, the young man looked far away and looked forward to the rice field. He felt that the truncated part of the rice field had formed the shape of a Taiji yin yang fish. Although it was not very standard, the shape was really Tai Chi!

Is it an illusion?

The young man pressed his heart in surprise and said, "this old man..."

The farmer raised his head, and then saw the two men's obvious noble spirit, and their faces were all laughing into chrysanthemums: "are you going to enter the mountain to find immortals? It's getting late. How about staying in my house for one night? It's cheap... "

“……” The image of the master was suddenly broken, and the young man's eyes moved. He still introduced himself politely: "I'm Li Qinglin, this is my brother-in-law Qingjun Excuse me, the rice is cut in such a shape What's the way? "

"The door?" The farmer scratched his head in wonder, and the mud scratched on his hair. "These are the simplified numbers six and nine taught by Xiao Qin. What kind of formula does he say together? I don't understand. While I remember how to write numbers, I cut them like this... "

Is that the case? The two brothers looked at each other and sighed in a funny way. Although the number of 69 is unheard of, it is much more acceptable than that of farmers in the countryside who create Taiji Yinyang fish in their fields.

The farmer also said, "the most comfortable accommodation in my family is hot Kang and hot milk, as long as three Wen..."

"No more." They smile and rein.

"Ah, AI..." The farmer yelled behind him, "don't enter the mountain so late. There are poisonous miasma and strange tigers in the mountain recently. It's very dangerous."

The young Li Qingjun patted the gun bag, turned his head and said with a smile: "it is only when we are confronted with difficulties that we show sincerity. Why don't we help you get rid of tigers? "

The farmer looked at their guns, hesitated for a moment, but said, "be careful."

Near the end of the village, to the foot of the mountain, the meaning of the cloud is even stronger, and the courtyard at the end of the village is not very clear. A woodcutter came to bear the burden leisurely, as if he was shuttling through the clouds, singing a song at will:

"people all know that immortals are good, but their fame and reputation can not be forgotten. Where are the ancient and modern generals? There is no grass in the grave.

People all know that immortals are good, only gold and silver can never forget. In the end, I only hate to get together, but my eyes are closed when I'm long... "

The two brothers watched and listened. The horse's hooves slowed down and finally stopped completely.

When I came to this place, I felt that it was different from other places. Even the songs sung by a woodcutter were of the same level. No wonder people say that there are immortals in this mountain. There is some truth in it.

"Dare to ask my father-in-law..." Li Qinglin stopped the woodcutter, "who wrote this song?"

The woodcutter said with a smile, "is the song sung by the boy of Qin family interesting?"It's more than fun? Where is this? This is xianjishan. There are many people looking for immortals in the past. It is more meaningful to hear such a song in this place.

"Where does Mr. Qin live?"

The woodcutter casually pointed to the depths of the clouds: "the last yard at the end of the village is to sun the medicine. I can recognize it in the past."

The courtyard is really easy to recognize. The courtyard is densely covered with supports, with several dustpans on it and covered with all kinds of herbs. The fragrance of herbs lingers faintly and is very comfortable.

A young man is sitting in the middle of the yard, carrying a stick to pound medicine into the mortar. He is relaxed and oblivious to the approach of guests.

They watched for a while, but the mood of meeting the master was scattered. Because the young man was too young, he looked like sixteen or seventeen. He was no bigger than Li Qingjun. He couldn't be associated with any hermit. What's more, with their martial arts vision, this young man is just a martial arts practitioner. His accomplishments are not as good as his own.

But teenagers are also interesting. He was dressed in coarse clothes and straw shoes, slightly thin and weak. He looked elegant and quiet in appearance, not like a villager, but like a scholar. When making medicine, you are leisurely and humming a tune that you can't understand. The sound of "Yao" is floating in the quiet evening, with a relaxing rhythm, and the feeling of leisure and quiet in the countryside rises naturally.

Look at this, his songs and numbers, mostly read some miscellaneous books, or some family learning? If you learn from your family, farmers and woodcutters only say "Xiao Qin" and "Qin family boy". I'm afraid the elder is no longer there.

Interestingly, his "medicine pestle" is a mace, which looks thicker than his thigh. The ferocious wolf teeth glitter in the setting sun, which is in contrast to his delicate appearance.

Is this his weapon for martial arts?

"Hello Li Qingjun looked at it for a long time and couldn't help laughing: "can the wolf toothed stick pound medicine? Is the front end not sharp teeth?"

The young man stopped and looked at them. He focused on the two men's gun bags. He did not answer the question: "it's inconvenient to enter the mountain at night. You should be careful. There is a strange tiger on the top of the mountain. Don't get close to it. If you get caught up with it, run right away. It won't chase you. "

Li Qinglin asked, "is your surname Qin?"

"Qin Yi," the young man said at will

Li Qinglin introduced himself again, and continued: "my brother went into the mountains to find immortals and listen to the woodcutter sing. It is said that it was written by brother Qin?"

"Oh, it has nothing to do with me to listen to Taoist priest Youfang in my early years."

“……” Li Qingjun had long thought that this young man of his own age could not be a high scholar. He heard the voice of "disturb" and wanted to go up the mountain.

But Li Qinglin suddenly said, "look at brother Qin, is he a pharmacist? Can you have all kinds of antidotes? We are looking for some. "

Li Qingjun looked at his elder brother strangely. They were well prepared. What kind of medicine did they buy temporarily?

"There's no variety. One pill can do it." Qin Yi casually threw a cloth bag, "inside two pills, ten Liang silver."

Li Qingjun took the cloth bag and looked at the two red jujube like pills inside. He said with a sneer, "where are the antidote pills? What are your pills?"

His voice was clear and crisp. With such a sneer, the awe inspiring spirit of the horizontal spear was diluted a lot, but there was a sense of tenderness and simplicity.

Qin Yi stared at him for a while, and suddenly grinned: "this is called eating jujube pills."

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