Xuan Yan Part 1

When Yan Han was eight years old, a man came to the village, he had a scruffy beard, and he didn't dress like a local, but like a poor Taoist priest.

This person walked to Yan Han, who was playing alone, and inquired about Yan Han's father's residence, Yan Han pointed to the side in a nonsensical manner, and after that, Yan Han spat at the shabby back of the man leaving.

After a few dog barks, a long figure welcomed the guest into Yan Han's door.

Yan Han's father was a man in his early forties, very thin, but with broad shoulders. At this time in the room, the two sat opposite each other at a wooden table, a pot of tea was warmed on the table, the atmosphere was dull and silent, and Yan Han's father seemed to treat him as a regular customer.

The guest picked up the teacup, looked at the dirt on the edge of the teacup, but was not pretentious, savored the dry tea, and suddenly whispered:

"You have been an official for a lifetime, but I didn't expect that after all, you will still be ruined and ruined, and your family will be ruined. ”

"How do you know I'm dying?" Yan Han's father asked lightly.

"After so many years of practice, this bit of Taoism still exists. No matter how small a person is, there are stars in the sky that echo from afar, and the star that represents you is about to die. ”

"I've never believed in arithmetic, but I believe in fate. Yan Han's father's haggard eyes showed relief, and he paused and said, "Why didn't you come to see your father when he died?"

"That world is not something like me that can come out casually, besides, my father and I have long broken off the relationship, and he has always been obsessed with me going into the mountains to practice, and my appearance will only make him die faster. ”

Father Yan Han sighed: "I didn't expect that after so many years of cultivation, you will inevitably be cliché and unable to get rid of the shackles. ”

The guest did not refute and drank tea to himself.

"Is that kid outside the door my sister-in-law's?" the guest asked.

Daddy shook his head.

"I think so, my sister-in-law has been dead for more than ten years. ”

"Take him away! I don't want him to be sad to see me die. ”

The guest shook his head, "I am a disciple of the Shenxiao Sect, and the Shenxiao Sect does not accept apprentices easily, can't these neighbors of yours adopt him?"

"He is too stubborn to offend the whole village, let him stay, I am afraid that someone will be beaten to death. ”

A sad look appeared on Yan Han's father's face, and he sighed lightly after speaking.

After chatting a few more teas, the two stood up and looked at Yan Han who was playing alone outside the window, their brows furrowed, as if they had found a solution to the problem.

On this day, the stranger who Yan Han spat on behind his back became Yan Han's uncle. Dad told Yan Han that his uncle ran away from home at his age, and there was no news after that.

Yan Han looked at his uncle's age, about forty years old, but he looked like an old dragon clock, especially those eyes, often with a fake and kind smile, which made Yan Han very unhappy.

The uncle claimed to be a monk, and in today's terms, he is a poor Taoist priest, but the uncle explained very seriously:

"The warlock, unlike today's Taoist priests, who only worship the gods, pretend to be gods, and pretend to be profound, but they don't know what the Tao is, while the magicians can visit the immortals and alchemy, so that they can live forever. ”

After Yan Han heard this, his eyes were dull.

This kind of grandiose pit abduction and abduction is the only time in his life at a young age.

However, to Yan Han's surprise, his father had no resistance to his uncle's tricks and abductions, and always looked like he was reverent.

But how can children intervene in adults' affairs?

Yan Han can only have a flaw in his uncle without saying a word.

"Uncle, are you expensive this year?"

"Cultivators, regardless of age. ”

"Uncle, can you tell us about your experiences over the years?"

"Those who practice don't ask about the past. ”

Similar to various topics, Yan Han can close himself in front of this uncle. Yan Han's ultimate definition of his uncle is: a cunning charlatan!

No, in the entire neighborhood of Huangyan Village, if the head has not been arched by a pig, no one cares about this kind of person who cheats everywhere in order to survive.

Every year, a few down-and-out Taoist priests in the name of divination come to Huangyan Village, which is nothing more than cheating some money and mixing food, and everyone has long been accustomed to it and treated them indifferently.

Only his own daddy!

Not only did the father take his uncle into the house, but at the instigation of his uncle, he pawned everything that could be sold for money in the family and transformed the cowshed into a private school.

Yan Han looked at his father's face that was becoming more and more fanatical and infatuated with his uncle, and he couldn't help but cover his belly. Yan Han felt that the days when he could fill his stomach were numbered.

When the afterglow of the setting sun shines on the cliff of the side of the mountain outside the village, the huge bluestone reflects the dim yellow light, looking like a worn cloth from a distance, which may also be the origin of the name of this mountain village.

Huangyan Village is a small village with dozens of households, in that era of illiteracy and recklessness, if a village has a private school, it is already quite a great thing, but in Huangyan Village, someone spent a few days to realize it, and also hired a gentleman.

The village is often quiet, and the sound of children reading can be heard in the distance, which comes from a simple shack, and even the adults who work in the fields near the village are nurtured and entertained.

After the establishment of Dad's private school, Yan Han's play time was basically occupied, and Yan Han was particularly unhappy about this.

Originally, Yan Han thought that this private school was not patronized, and his father's ambition would naturally come to an end, who would have thought that the private school built by his father had become the only thing that could make him raise his head in the village.

The uncle apparently became the gentleman of the private school. Since the private school is free, regardless of whether the uncle is uneducated or not, he can take care of the children in the village for free, and the neighbors are still happy to send their own children inside.

Staring at the papers of those books, Yan Han estimated that the cost was enough for him to eat for a year, so Yan Han subconsciously clenched his belly again.

Indeed, Yan Han recently discovered that his father's food was becoming more and more insufficient, and he could expect that life would be even more difficult in the future.

At this time, the uncle was pacing back and forth in the room with a book in his hand, indulging in his own emotional reading. Below him was a group of children, no more than seven or eight years old, reading along, shaking their heads to show that they were listening.

The roof was rudimentarily bare, scattered on the children's books, and the title on the back of the book could be clearly recognized: Guizang.

Yan Han held his chin, bowed his head one by one, and his eyelids had already closed at some point.

The uncle looked at the sleeping Yan Han, his expression was strange, and he seemed to have bad intentions, he gently patted Yan Han's arm with his hand, and with a swing of his arm, Yan Han's head suddenly lost its pillar and smashed on the table with a "clang".

Yan Han suddenly came to his senses, his face was full of pain, he rubbed his head and looked around, and found that the classmates around him were laughing at him, so he glared viciously.

When he saw his uncle's stern eyes, Yan Han retracted his neck and looked at the book.

Yan Han is really helpless about this book, it is full of inexplicable symbols, no different from the book of heaven, those talents and squires may not understand, for him who has just turned eight years old, he can't read it, and he can't understand it, but this annoying guy never tires of reading it and grinding it in his ears for several days.

"Why do you sleep in the school?"

"I don't want to learn divination, and I can't read hexagrams!" Yan Han said confidently.

"How do you know this book is a hexagram?"

"It's all horizontal and vertical symbols, what is it if it's not a hexagram?"

"Uncle" picked up the book on the table, shook his head and sighed:

"These symbols can indeed predict some laws of nature, and it is not wrong to say that it is a hexagram book, but it is not just a hexagram book.

Are you so disdainful of the science of divination and prediction? Divination is also a science, and those who pursue it will never find it inferior.

When you don't study it, how do you know that the truth in it is not mysterious, not broad and profound? And you directly assume that it is superficial, and it is pedantic in itself!"

Seeing Yan Han's angry and aggrieved face, his uncle said again: "Do you know what kind of book this is?" he said as he stroked the two words on the book with great cherishment.

Yan Han didn't answer.

"This is a pre-Qin suicide note!"

After hearing this, Yan Han almost wanted to laugh, "The pre-Qin testament, how could it get into your hands? You shouldn't have given it to the Royal Academy, maybe you can still get a good job." ”

"Do you think that cultivators will be like ordinary people, bent on getting promoted and making a fortune?

I copied this book from another world, painstakingly hand-copied back, but I didn't expect that no one in the world could recognize its value!

Hey, to talk about this with you uncivilized children is like talking to the cow, and I'm really confused!"

That day, my uncle lost his temper for the first time, and he kept a gloomy face, at least he didn't say a word to Yan Han when he left the school.

Yan Han disagreed, in his eyes, this uncle was less greetings and less polite, but made him more comfortable.

Yan Han learned from his father that this uncle's name was Yan Jingsu, which was the name his grandfather gave him before his death.

Yan Han made fun of his uncle, he had been out for so many years, and he didn't even get a word out of it.

This uncle actually blushed because of Yan Han's words, and told Yan Han very seriously that in that world, the Dao number is not something that anyone of any status can give.

This was the first time that Yan Han felt that his uncle was no longer so hypocritical, at least he said the truth, he was not worthy of the Tao number.

After a while, in addition to teaching in the village, Uncle Jingsu began to see people again, which made Yan Han feel uneasy.

Teaching is good or bad, there is no responsibility, and no one will blame it, if you don't see a doctor well, you will die!

Fortunately, in terms of medical treatment, the people in the village do not buy Uncle Jingsu's account.

At first, Uncle Isu said that he was proficient in the art of medicine, and he would give some small pills to the neighbors around him, and pointed out that the pills would have great benefits for the body.

However, when people who were really sick came to ask for medicine, he couldn't give them pills, saying that pills only had the ability to prevent diseases, but not the ability to cure diseases, and all the village neighbors scoffed at this.

Since then, no one has dared to take his pills.

But what made Yan Han panic was that his father had become more and more convinced of Uncle Jingsu's evil ways over the past few months, and his flattery towards him had reached the point of numbness.

Yan Han clearly remembered that when he first came, Uncle Jingsu was dressed as a poor Taoist priest and had nowhere to stay, so his father received him.

At first, my father called him Mr., but within a few days, my father changed his name to doctor, and within a few days, my father called him a miracle doctor, and then when my father knew that my uncle was familiar with the four books and knew the three changes, he recently changed his name to a saint.

Yan Han felt that his father now believed in this uncle as if he had fallen into an evil spirit. Yan Han thought to himself, maybe in two days, it is not impossible for his father to call him an immortal.

What Yan Han didn't expect was that his guess soon came true.

When it was dark, Yan Han returned home without interest, and coldly heard his father's name that gave him goosebumps all over his body.

"Immortal Chief, I hope I can give Yan Han some guidance on the way to become an immortal in the future!"

Listening to his father's tone, as if he was eager to wipe the other party's shoes with his tongue, Yan Han felt that the food in his stomach almost fell into his throat.

"Brother is polite, you have given me a lot in the past six months, and I will do my best to help Yan Han, this child. ”

An angry voice replied that this person was clearly his uncle.

Yan Han pushed the door open with a "bang", saw the two of them sitting in the hall drinking tea, and walked to his room without saying a word.

At this time, the old man stopped him.

"Yan Han, come and meet Uncle Immortal!".

Yan Han glanced at his uncle and saw him smiling at him like a smiling Buddha, as if he had bad intentions.

Yan Han didn't dare to disobey his father's words, so he walked over, sat on the stool, put his head on the table with great difficulty, put the back of his hand underneath, and looked at his uncle without squinting and asked:

"You're a god?"

Uncle was noncommittal.

Yan Han's eyes were full of contempt, "Then can you conjure gold for me?"

"This... But no, gold is a mundane thing, and no seeker should touch it. Uncle replied.

Yan Han's contempt was even worse, and he asked again: "The immortal is in the sky, you are an immortal, can you fly?"

"This... No, the art of flying requires a kind of energy, and the mortal world does not have enough energy, and few people can do it."

"Then what are your skills?" Yan Han had the urge to step forward and tear off this uncle's face at this time.

The uncle's face did not change, and he said lightly: "I have many immortal medicines on my body, and mortals can take them for a hundred benefits." ”

As he spoke, his uncle took out something from his mouth belt and handed it to Yan Han, it was an elixir the size of a bean, and its body was red.

Yan Han took it in his hand and looked at it, but didn't see anything special, so he asked:

"Isn't this the pill that was sold in the village two days ago? The people in the village didn't buy it and started beating my idea? What can it do, can it cure all diseases?"

Uncle shook his head and said, "This... No, this medicine is not useful for the sick, but it can strengthen the body. ”

After Yan Han heard this, he felt that he was not sincere, and his eyes were almost on fire.

He threw the pill to his uncle, "Not interested!" and walked back to the house, not wanting to leave the house, no matter what his father called him.

Yan Han's father is single, only Yan Han has one son, and his usual management of Yan Han's life is extremely rough.

Yan Han was as dirty as a maggot outside, and his eyebrows would not wrinkle; Yan Han would not come out if he was beaten with blue skin and swollen face, and he might have to take Yan Han to apologize to the neighbors; even if he couldn't find anyone who couldn't find Yan Han for three or four days, he would not ask.

Because Yan Han has been unrestrained since he was a child, he has become independent in life, but at the age of eight, he has a bit of an adult's atmosphere.

Dad told Yan Han that his mother gave birth to him and passed away in childbirth, but Yan Han got the news that his father had never married a daughter-in-law at all.

After that, Yan Han asked Daddy the truth again, and Daddy directly insisted that Yan Han had picked it up!

The playmates in the village joked about him lightly or seriously, some said that Yan Han's mother ran away with someone else, and some said that Yan Han was indeed a wild child who was picked up, but Yan Han turned a deaf ear to this.

Dad likes to fiddle with divination, feng shui all day long, and also likes to worship gods and ghosts, and he can cheat some small money in the village in his spare time.

Compared with Uncle Jingsu's unreliability, the image of the father is absolutely crazy in the village, but the two really hit it off now.

One day, my father and uncle called Yan Han to him again, and my father said seriously: "Yan Han, your uncle will leave in a few days, you can spend more time with your uncle." ”

Yan Han didn't have any politeness to keep, but said: "Uncle has to go all the way, don't send it!"

"Bastard!" said the father, who was about to continue scolding, but was stopped by his uncle.

The uncle smiled and said to Yan Han: "You kid, it's also interesting, for the sake of your father's face, today I will break the rules and open the eye of heaven to identify your immortal roots." ”

Regarding this kind of nervous statement, Yan Han's expression was flat, and he said: "Ao, then I really want to thank you, but I don't know how much immortal life will be lost to you by opening the eye of heaven once?"

The uncle didn't answer Yan Han's words, but closed his eyes, squeezed his eyebrows, and suddenly opened his eyes, his expression was serious, his gaze stayed on Yan Han's chest for a moment, and suddenly shouted in surprise: "It's amazing, it's amazing!"

"What's wrong?" Seeing the immortal chief's extremely shocked expression, Yan Han's father couldn't wait to ask.

Uncle Immortal stroked his beard slightly, his expression seemed to be unsettled, and he said with some excitement: "Sure enough, Ji people have their own natural appearance, Yan Han, this child, is actually the upper echelon of the fairy root, it can be said that there is no one in ten thousand!"

"Really?" Yan Han's father looked incredulous, he rubbed his hands and looked at Yan Han like a baby.

Yan Han was a little suspicious of the two of them singing and drinking, but the child's vanity was troubled, and when he heard such a high praise smashed on his head, he naturally raised a trace of interest, so he asked, "What does the fairy root mean?"

Uncle Immortal smiled and said to Yan Han, "This immortal root, you can imagine him as the qualification of a mortal to become an immortal. ”

Yan Han didn't seem to understand, but the slightest interest just now was forcibly suppressed by him, and he didn't want to be caught up in the things of heaven and earth by these two people for a while.

"Isn't that Yan Han, this kid, really going to become a living immortal, I wonder if the immortal can accept this baby as an apprentice?" asked the old man impatiently.

Yan Han's uncle shook his head and said, "How can I be qualified to accept such a good apprentice, Yan Han is definitely the material for going up the mountain to practice!"

"Go up to the mountain to practice?"

"Hmm. Uncle Isu nodded, "But... He still needs to pass the test. ”

After speaking, Uncle Immortal looked at Yan Han with a smile on his face.

Yan Han seemed to feel bad and shivered inadvertently.

"Immortals, but it doesn't hurt to say. Daddy then asked.

"If you want to become an immortal, you must first have the opportunity to step into the fairyland, usually we don't have the opportunity to contact the fairyland, it depends on personal chance. ”

When Yan Han heard this, he felt really mysterious, so he rolled his eyelids and interjected: "Wouldn't that be able to see the Jade Emperor Lao'er in the fairyland!"

Uncle shook his head and said, "The so-called fairyland is not in the sky, but another world parallel to the earth. ”

"And how do you get there?" asked Daddy eagerly.

"The fairyland is a holy place for magicians to practice and seek immortals.

Although there are also holy places for cultivation in the world, there are ten major caves, thirty-six small caves, and seventy-two blessed places.

But these places are far from the aura in the fairyland. However, in these caves and blessed lands, you can find the entrance to the fairyland.

The fairyland opens every ten or even decades, and the opening time is not fixed, and the entrance to the fairyland only stays for two or three days.

As a rule of thumb, the opening month should be between February and March, which is the right time, but only children aged 8 and under have this opportunity.

In other words, Yan Han missed this opportunity, and he did not have any chance to step into the fairyland in the future! Fortunately, our Huangyan Village is close to Guizi Mountain, and Guizi Mountain is also a blessed land.

From now on, as soon as Yan Han's little nephew is free, he will go there to go around, and if there is fate, I believe that he can find the entrance to the fairyland. But don't be an adult, there are too many vulgar thoughts of adults, which will cover the eyes of those who are destined.

I can only click here, and the rest depends on Yan Han's personal creation. ”

After listening to this, Dad was silent for a while, as if he was thinking about something.

Suddenly, his eyes were extremely firm, and he shouted at Yan Han, who was still stunned: "From now on, I will go to the mountains to chop wood for Lao Tzu every day!"

Yan Han's eyes widened when he heard this, and he was almost paralyzed with fright.

Although Yan Han couldn't believe his father's order, when he saw his father's serious and serious expression, with Yan Han's experience, he knew that if he didn't obey, he would die!

When Yan Han left, he deliberately glanced at the evil uncle, although the uncle squeezed out a little pity from his demeanor, but Yan Han could conclude that it was absolutely hypocrisy!

It wasn't until Yan Han gritted his teeth and walked out of the house that he spread this evil breath on the abandoned earthen wall in the village.

Guizi Mountain, in the original Ouyue land, Yongning County, eight years ago, a miracle fell from the sky, and was renamed Weiyu Mountain.

Yan Han listened to the old man say that in the summer of that year, snow fell on Guizi Mountain, and it did not melt for several days, and then someone entered the mountain and found that the snow all over the place turned out to be a large area of bird feathers.

It didn't take long for the news of the divine bird falling into the world to spread, and many people came to worship the mountain, worship the gods, and there were Taoist priests from all over the world, set up altars in the mountains, and built ancestral halls and Taoist courtyards.

Guizi Mountain was very lively back then, but after the excitement, it was calm. Today's Guizi Mountain has only changed a nice name, and the others are as gloomy and lonely as ever.

Yan Han naturally didn't believe in these legends.

The old people in the village were so idle that they sat at the entrance of the village when they had nothing to do, talking about the past and the present, in order to show their erudition.

When they saw the children coming, they told them all kinds of beautiful myths and seduced them to play with the old man. Those myths and stories, just listen to them, Yan Han never took them seriously.

However, Yan Han was worried about the chicken feathers that fell from Guizi Mountain. Not for anything else, but because, my dad doesn't know what kind of mentality it is, and everyone has said that he was picked up by him in Guizi Mountain when he was a miracle from heaven back then.

It is said that if it is true, isn't such a self somewhat related to the miracles of Guizi Mountain, even if he is not a god in the world, he should also be a little immortal, then, such a self should have been favored by everyone, right?

However, since Yan Han can remember, he has never seen the uncles and aunts in the village look at him, and he has named Yan Han's life experience "people are as cheap as hair"!

Because of this, Yan Han almost burst into anger, not only was he angry with these neighbors in the village who despised him, but he was even more angry with his father.

For this reason, Yan Han became a well-known troublemaker in the village, a wild child, who often made chickens fly and dogs jump, which gave the villagers a headache.

In my father's life, he has done a lot of abductions, naturally no one believes him, and the miracles he publicized on Yan Han can only make the people in the village even more disgusted!

Yan Han could only hum inwardly, did Dad want to get rid of the responsibility of driving away the old lady back then, and put aside the responsibility of being a father?

The more Yan Han thought about it, the more uncomfortable he became, and he really wanted to go into the mountains one day, run away from home and never look back.

Perhaps, Yan Han's trauma is also the reason for his rebellious character.