On the western border of the Central Plains, close to the Longquan Mountains, there is an inconspicuous town surrounded by mountains called Danshan.

Danshan Town is a square shape, surrounded by high walls to prevent wild beasts from attacking at night, leaving a door in the east and west directions, although the place is small, but there are hundreds of families living here.

I don't know when this town was built, it is isolated from the world, and people don't know how to practice.

On weekdays, even if the townspeople find rare spiritual objects in the mountains, they only take them home to cook and eat, so most of the people here are in good health, but there has never been a cultivator.

The buildings of the town are very ordinary, with grass and earth walls, mud roofs, and a little timber.

All the houses are the same, divided into several rooms, and outside there is a pergola, which you can rest in the evening and do some business under the pergola during the day.

Due to the rugged mountain roads and remote terrain, few outsiders visit this area. The people here are simple, hardworking and simple, but they are also self-sufficient.

On weekdays, the women in the town will plant some living things in the open area outside the east gate, but they don't say much about cultivation and irrigation. The sturdy man went out from the west gate and went to hunt some animals, birds, fish and reptiles near the Longquan Mountains.

Danshan Town is a day of market exchange every three days, and today happens to be a lively day.

Catching up with the market is the most lively thing in the whole town, just like a festival, the whole town will participate in it.

The townsfolk will give some surplus and exchange it for what they need.

At this time, in front of a hunter's house, the owner was carefully holding on to the bench, looking at the boy on the stool.

The scorching sun was in the sky, there was no trace of wind blowing, although the pergola blocked the direct sunlight, but it could not block the sultry temperature, he wiped his sweat and asked: "Xiaoxi, which one do you like, Uncle gave it to you." ”

The young man was about ten years old, with black hair hanging down his shoulders and a somewhat morbidly fair complexion, and when he heard the words, he shook his head, jumped off the bench, and in an instant climbed up to another bench, looking at the cage hanging on the other side of the pergola, with a thoughtful look.

The man was a little worried, and hurried over to hold on to the bench, for fear that the boy would fall.

At this time, another man walked over, in his early thirties, handsome, coarse clothes and hats, looking strong and mighty, he said as he walked: "Let's go, don't toss your Uncle Wang, go see if there is any elixir you need." ”

This man is the boy's father, his surname is Cheng Xiuwen, and the boy's name is Cheng Xiaoxi.

Xiaoxi hurriedly jumped down and walked in front of his father, his eyes flashed, but he looked back, a little reluctant: "Father, I still want to see again." ”

Children always like small animals, Cheng Xiuwen didn't agree, looked at the row of cages under the pergola, and asked, "Brother Wang, is it easy to hunt now?"

"Brother Wang" is the headhunter of Danshan Town, every time he goes into the mountains to hunt, he is the leader, and he is most familiar with the activities and habits of birds and animals.

He patted the dust on his clothes, sighed lightly, and said, "If you go to the mountains, you can return before dark, and now you have to stay in the mountains for the night." ”

Cheng Xiuwen pondered for a while, the night was much more dangerous than the day, he touched the young man's head, said goodbye and left.

It was early afternoon, and people were exchanging belongings with each other, and it was a lively scene.

Father and son apparently came here a lot, and they knew the people of the town very well, and from time to time someone would come up to greet them, and they would respond politely. A few teenagers and girls followed, walking and chatting with the stream, talking and laughing all the way, which seemed particularly intimate.

Cheng Xiuwen changed some things in the town and packed a small bag, the purpose of the trip was achieved, and it was time to go home.

The sun was a little milder, the wind was blowing, and the grass and trees on the side of the road also nodded, and the two of them walked one after the other, along the path west of the town towards the mountains.

About an hour later, a large mountain appeared directly in front of them.

This mountain is extremely wide in vertical and horizontal, you can't see the edge at a glance, the mountain is extremely high, I am afraid that it has pierced into the sky, the clouds and mist are coiled in the middle of the mountain, and then it is a hazy and unsightly, and the more you go to the mountain, the more dense the trees.

"Only here will it not be affected by the general trend. ”

Cheng Xiuwen muttered quietly, and then walked to the mountain with his son.

Every time they go to Danshan Town, the father and son take this road, and they are very skilled in climbing in the forest.

There were birds and butterflies flying in the mountains and trees, a few unknown insects chirping softly, a stream of clear water splashing down from a higher place, falling on the stones and jumping high, soaking the surrounding large tract of land, and a few of the naughtiest drops fell on the face and body of the stream, bringing him a moment of coolness.

The mountain was steep, and Cheng Xiuwen sometimes turned back to wait, and the stream was already sweating profusely, and he used his hands and feet together, following closely behind his father.

His palms were covered in mud, his face was flushed, and his mouth was panting rapidly.

It was not easy to keep up with his father, his hands and feet were already sore and tired, but he had no intention of resting at all, and his eyes were full of determination.

Not long after, a courtyard appeared in front of the two of them, and the stream was so tired that it could be regarded as home.

The small courtyard is backed by a mountain, surrounded by rows of wooden stakes, and there are a few bushes of grass on the right side of the courtyard, and several small flowers stretch out hard, exuding a little fragrance from time to time. On the left side of the yard are a few pheasants chasing and playing, and not far from them is a tree with a crooked neck.

Pushing open a wooden door, the father and son entered the courtyard, and a woman immediately put down the work in her hand, got up to greet her, and said, "How is it, have you exchanged for any good things?"

She looks very young, her face is delicate, her coarse hemp skirt is not decorated, her figure is slim, and she looks particularly good when she smiles at first glance.

Cheng Xiuwen paused, his forehead wrinkled together, remembered Brother Wang's words, and sighed: "Now the spiritual power outside the mountain is almost gone, and the town is full of ordinary people, they can't get in touch with useful things at all, and in a few years, the cultivators in this world don't know where to go." ”

After saying that, he went into the house, took off his coat and hat, took a sip of the glass of water on the table, and then he took out an unknown book at the foot of the table, lay down on the chair and turned it over.

There is not much space in the room, and the furnishings are very simple, a wooden table is placed against the wall, there are kettles and cups on the table, there are two large and one small three chairs on the side, there are windows on the left and right walls, and the floor of the room is also paved with wooden boards, in addition to the door that opens into the house, there are three other doors that lead to the other rooms.

When my father had entered the house, the brook went to the crooked-necked tree, and he climbed up with all his weariness, and sat down in the bend of the tree.

His hands were tightly clinging to the branches, and his feet dangled back and forth outside, looking curiously at the world beyond the mountain.

Qin Rou looked at her son, then turned around and came to her husband, and asked softly, "Since the spiritual power of heaven and earth is about to disappear, and it will definitely be more difficult to practice in the future, then do we still want Xiaoxi to try psychic?"

Xu is lying down a little inadequately, Cheng Xiuwen turned over, changed to a comfortable position, and said: "He has been yearning for cultivation since he was a child, and he has been practicing psychic techniques every night, if you don't let him practice, I'm afraid it's impossible." ”

Qin Rou sighed, there was nothing she could do in her heart, and said hurriedly: "I am also a reasonable person, Xiaoxi's stubborn temperament, I don't know who to follow!"

Cheng Xiuwen saw that this matter was about to be involved with him, so he closed the book, looked at his wife with slanted eyes, and said, "Don't you say that, who can Xiaoxi follow with this temperament? ”

Qin Rou was already a little helpless, but when she heard this, she instantly became a nameless fire, stared at her husband with two eyes, and said angrily: "You can still blame my father for your own son?

"If there's anything I don't dare to do, just ask!"

Cheng Xiuwen is not angry, he has lived for more than thirty years, not to mention anything else, just the skin, it is definitely a perfect cultivation, to an extremely high level, he opened the book without any care, and continued to read it.