The setting sun sets a touch of crimson in the western sky, and the slanting sun paints the fading golden light on the green hills, as if wearing a red coat.

Beside the bluestone on one side of a mountain pond in Jiangcheng, an old Taoist with gray hair crossed his knees beside the stone, and a whisk of dust was placed on his knees.

The breeze shook the trees, as if to bring the red flowing trees under the sunset on the smooth undulating water. Junxiu Qi Peak, lined with jade clear stream, like a fairyland.

The mountain is called Longquan and is located 281 kilometers away from a mountain stream in Jiangcheng.

The sunset is infinitely good, just near dusk.

In the darkness of the night, a bluestone staircase was sprinkled with frost, and a small boy was climbing the stairs. The boy touched the ground with his toes with every step, but his steps seemed unusually steady.

In the night, I couldn't see the boy's face clearly, only the sound of the boy's breathing, which was as thin as a mosquito, and the rhythm was even. For five years, every night at this moment, the little boy would do the same thing over and over again. No matter the wind or rain, it never stops.

Many things in life have long been destined, and as the last inheritor of the Xiao family, the boy knows his responsibilities.

The training at dusk every day is not simply to inherit the martial arts inherited by the Xiao family, but also to hone the boy's tenacious and tenacious will.

When the boy walked up to the last step of bluestone, he saw the old Taoist who was holding Buddha dust and gray-haired not far away was looking at him with a smile on his face, and the boy suddenly showed his childish nature with a slight red cheek, and flew into the arms of the Taoist, revealing a small tiger tooth, and called sweetly: "Grandpa."

Looking at the boy with a weathered face and a slightly thin figure, the old Taoist seemed to have unbearable feelings in his heart: "Good boy, it's really difficult for you." “

As he spoke, he wrapped the boy tightly in his arms.

The boy listened to his grandfather's words, and thought of all the injuries and pains he had suffered in the past five years, and suddenly felt more and more aggrieved. Breaking free and slowly leaving his grandfather's arms, he suddenly reached out and grabbed his grandfather's gray beard, knotted his grandfather's falling beard mischievously, and then made a happy face at his grandfather.

The old Taoist was caught off guard, a little painful, I wanted to pretend to teach the boy a lesson, and saw that the boy was innocent and cute, thinking about the suffering of the child in recent years, in addition to some pity, there was also a little gratification.

The night slowly got a little colder, and the grandfather and grandson walked on the way back to the temple.

Suddenly, the old man's face became a little serious, and he said seriously:

"Hao'er, recently grandpa watched the sky at night, and there was a hidden Haoran righteousness in the north coming towards us, I used the oracle bone to calculate a hexagram, and deduced it, and came to the conclusion that this is the purple qi coming from the east. In the near future, there may be noble people in the future. We need to be prepared."

The boy's name is Xiao Hao, the old Taoist's surname is Xiao Jingyuan, and the Taoist name is "Xiaoyao Sanren".

Xiao Hao has already seen through his grandfather's "tricky" fortune-telling rhetoric over the years, but he can't understand why so many people still beg for grandpa to tell fortunes.

Looking at his grandfather's serious nonsense, Xiao Hao suddenly turned around, bowed seriously, and read in his mouth: "Xiao Hao, the thirty-eighth generation of the Xiao family, closely obeys the master's decree. ”

"Haha, good boy, it seems that it won't be long before the Xiao family looks at their appearance, and the ability to measure hexagrams will be passed on again. ”

"It's all a lie, so I don't want to learn it. “

"How can it be a deceptive thing, there is a lot of knowledge in it, our Xiao family relied on this fame in the early years. As the Xiao family's unique school, how can it be abandoned in your generation?"

"If you don't want to learn, you don't want to learn, if you want me to learn, I'll go and tell those who ask you to tell the divination, that you are a big liar. ”

"Silly boy, the good ones don't learn, the bad ones learn quite quickly, that's it. ”

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In the early morning, in the mountains and forests of Longquan Mountain, some faint mist has not yet dispersed, and it looks like a light veil dancing from a distance. The soft sunlight shines through the mountains and forests, and the lush green leaves have a deep shade of green.

The young Xiao Hao is sitting alone on a peak rock, sitting cross-legged, like a Buddhist "meditation", entering the realm of meditation.

This is what Xiao Hao must do every morning. Xiao Hao must do two things every day: "meditating" in the dew and rain, and "walking" on the mossy stone steps at dusk.

Xiao Jingyuan once told Xiao Hao, you are the hope of the Xiao family in the future, if you want to be a master, you have to endure hardships.

It is comforting that over the years, Xiao Hao has never disappointed him.

The morning time passed quickly, the fog gradually dissipated, and Xiao Hao also finished his morning "homework". Get up and walk in the direction of the morning sun.

In the distance, the old Taoist priest Xiao Jingyuan held the dust in his left hand and stroked his beard with his right hand, his expression was full of energy, and he looked complacent.

He muttered to himself, "It's not too early, it's time to meet this old man's son." ”

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Longquan Mountain "Changchun View" sits in the west and faces east, builds according to the mountain, and follows the trend. The whole Taoist temple is built in the middle of the mountainside, and the surrounding mountains are like a jade dragon coiled, in the shape of a Taishi chair.

There is Pangu Peak in the back, the left dragon mountain, the right dragon cave, the Ganges River passes in front of you, the peaks are guarded, the three mountains are embraced, and they are reflected in the pine and cypress.

At this moment, Xiao Hao is standing listlessly in front of the gate, looking at a group of ants who are ready to "move" at his feet, according to what his grandfather said, today's "distinguished guest" will come to Longquan Mountain.

Having said that, Xiao Hao thought to himself: Grandpa, is this going to show off his fortune-telling skills? Let himself wait here, and privately instruct himself to make sure that the "nobleman" who came today pays the fortune-telling money of the daily hexagram.

Hey, grandpa's ability to deceive people is really getting worse now.

When Xiao Hao was pondering himself, a burly man wearing a black windbreaker, a brown shirt, and slightly exposed wheat skin under the collar was walking towards the Guannei alone.

There are few pilgrims in the temple on weekdays, and most of them are those who seek fortune telling, most of them are women over half a hundred years old and old people who are old.

It is rare to see a man in the prime of life who looks like a man.Xiao Hao looked at the man who came over, and he knew in his heart that this should be the "nobleman".

hurriedly walked over and saluted the man, and said, "You are Captain Song, grandpa is here to let me wait."

Looking at the thin young man with a young face who has not retreated, but is quite sophisticated and decent, Song Qingcang was a little curious in his heart, this child is still different from the children he sees on weekdays, but he can't say what it is, but what makes him admire Xiao Laodao is "unpredictable prophet".

The "distinguished guest" who came was Song Qingcang of the Criminal Investigation Bureau, and the master had told him that if he encountered a special matter in the future and could not solve it, he could go to Longquan Mountain to find his best friend Xiao Jingyuan.

The Xiao family has two unique studies, one is the metaphysics of "insight into heaven and exhaustive strategy"; The other is the mysterious "body method".

Today, I have seen the "insight into the heavens" displayed by Xiao Daochang, and whether he will be more looking forward to another peerless study in the future.

"Son, what's your name, how old are you, and where's your grandfather?" While speaking, Song Qingcang unconsciously stretched out his hand to the top of Xiao Haodi's head and gently rubbed the child's soft hair.

Xiao Hao seemed to be a little uncomfortable with the other party's treatment as his own child, and pouted lightly and said: "I'm not a child anymore, I'm 15 years old this year, my name is Xiao Hao; Also, grandpa said that when you enter the mountain gate, you must guard the rules of the mountain gate; Want to see him need to leave "fortune telling money".

"Fortune telling money?" Song Qingcang seemed puzzled when he heard this, and suddenly felt a little crying and laughing.

"No, where do you put the money, grandpa said that you are an old man, and you only need a thousand yuan for this question" Xiao Hao looked at Song Qingcang and pointed to a "merit box" on the altar.

"Okay, little ghost, lead the way to your grandfather", Song Qingcang took out a wad of money from his wallet and put it in the box.

"Okay, walk this way, grandpa is in the backyard", Xiao Hao led Song Qingcang to the backyard like a child.