The crescent moon is like a hook, covering this bleak and narrow garden with a clear and cold moonlight like a light veil.

A corner of the garden is planted with a cluster of verdant water bamboo, the bamboo leaves are green, covered with the moonlight of the washing moon, with the slender bamboo branches are swept by the night breeze every time they dance, the moonlight on the bamboo leaves will be scattered into thousands of mottled silver snakes, and then with the night breeze converge into a spring of light.

The night breeze blows slowly, stirring the bamboo forest to make a poetic sound, and the moonlight is like water, evolving a hazy illusion of infinite variables on thousands of green bamboo leaves.

Behind the bamboo is a book pavilion that exudes a pale yellow warm light.

Takeshita is a clear young man with a long body.

The cloth clothes that the young man wore on his shoulders had been washed and white, which matched the moonlight of Su Hui, and he held a tube of hole flute made of green bamboo in his hand, which was playing the tune of Qingyue in a long and quiet distance at this time.

Lord Xiao is vast, but this tube of hole flute flows out of the young man's hand The sound of Qingyue that should have been a flute is there, and the sound turns at will, and the faint Xiao Yin presents a fantasy world that has appeared countless times in the dreams of teenagers.

Drink the queen mother's pool, and see the five clouds open at dusk.

Swallowing the boat to the bottom of the sea, the high waves drive Penglai.

The gods are out of the clouds, but see the gold and silver platform.

Chang'e dragon and tiger clothes, fluttering and playing.

Raise your hand to figure out the shallow, and the weaver girl will accompany Xia.

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The palace world, bright and ethereal, thousands of rui qi, glow and ten thousand ways, the nine immortal realms in the imagination of the young man escaped with the Xiao sound of Qingyue, and there was a dust that faded out of the world's fireworks, just with the sound of the strings faintly coming from the row of green buildings not far from the garden.

One is the ethereal fairy world, the other is the red dust desire forest, the two can be said to be incompatible, but the young man has never been disturbed by the soft orchestra of the Qinglou, and only sank all his thoughts into Chang Xiao in his hand, and sank into the imaginary world that he has been haunted by for too long.

After a long time, he rode leisurely, sat silently in the sandalwood nine dragon car, flew all over the clouds, and finally dispersed with the nine immortal realms of Danfeng dancing fairy clothes, and Xiao Yin in the hands of the young man had also been knotted.

After receiving the hole flute and standing silently under the bamboo for a moment, the young man set his eyes on the vast emptiness.

The moon is like a hook, the stars are full, the jade ribbon-like river is like countless pearls scattered on the curtain, exuding a clear and deep glow, the young man who caresses the hole flute in his hand looks up at the stars and the moon, looking at the clear and beautiful Milky Way, and his eyes are full of infinite curiosity and obsession.

Is there really a brilliant and magnificent ninefold immortal realm on this scene, is there really a Guanghan Palace with ice and snow all year round on this hooked crescent moon, and is there really a gorgeous fairy in the Guanghan Palace who is singing in a low voice, "Chang'e should repent of stealing the elixir, the blue sea and the blue night and the heart of the night"? There is also the Wu Gang who cut the osmanthus tree in vain, and the jade rabbit who keeps pounding medicine year after year......

An immortal pill, flying high to Peng Ying?

After a long time, the boy finally gathered his thoughts and turned around the library in a moonlight.

The book pavilion is simple and quiet, and the long table under the halo yellow lamp is full of books, and the thirteen books such as "Analects" and "Shangshu" on the left side of the book table.

With a thick layer of dust, it was obviously not read in a long time. On the opposite side of the book, books such as "Huainanzi" and "Classic of Mountains and Seas" are spotless, and many places of these scrolls have some fine damage because they have been turned too much.

In the middle of the book table is a very loosely bound scroll, just look at the three eight-point letters on the page, you know that this scroll called "Pei Yuan Jue" must be a manuscript.

The young man put down the hole flute and sat down in front of the book, looked at the book with a complicated expression, and then stretched out his hand to open it, and some rough portraits with a pen suddenly appeared in "Pei Yuan Jue", these portraits are all people in different postures, and there are some thin lines inside and outside the human body that represent the "aura" in and out, and with these portraits are some strange mantras with strange words next to them.

After the young man completely overlapped the memories that had been engraved into his heart in the first half of "Pei Yuan Jue", he got up and sat cross-legged on the grass futon placed in a corner of the room, and acted according to the law.

No more, no less, exactly an hour later, the boy opened his eyes and stood up from the futon, his face full of frustration.

And so it is again!

Three years ago, when his grandmother was seriously ill, twelve-year-old Duan Que walked into the utility room that was locked by his grandmother for the first time to look for something, and in the process of rummaging through things, he accidentally found an iron box hidden in the deepest part of the corner, and then found books such as "The Classic of Mountains and Seas" and "Pei Yuan Jue" on the bookcase in the box.

Although the iron box outside was rusty and dilapidated, the books inside the box were little damaged by the layers of tarpaulin. The books contained in this iron box are all among the "Zi Bu Si", and all the records during it are the supernatural powers of seeking immortals, visiting the Tao, overseas immortal mountains, and mortals cultivating immortals and traveling to Cangwu and staying in Beihai at dusk.

Zhuo Yu's parents died when he was a child, and he has been relying on his grandmother since he can remember, and his grandmother is strict, and the stories he told him do not have the fairies and ghosts that ordinary old people usually like when they coax their children, but are all Confucian persuasion stories such as "Chengmen Lixue" and "Chiseling the Wall to borrow light". At the age of seven, he began to study, and he was looking for the most stern and upright gentleman in the left, and at the age of twelve, he was admitted to the county school with the first grade as a child, and he was exposed to the teachings of sages such as "Analects" and "Mencius". In such a living environment, Duan Que is really no different from a blank piece of paper.

The impact of this box's silent strange power and chaos on the lack of white paper is simply indescribable.

Open the Book of Mountains and Seas, and then read Huainanzi, every record in these books is repeatedly impacting Duan Que's mind, he never thought that there would be such a world in addition to his accustomed life - a hundred thousand miles of wilderness endless, monsters and fierce beasts emerge endlessly;

Fateful encounter, when Duan Que, who had just entered the county school not long ago, stretched out his hand to open the iron box hidden by his grandmother, a brilliant and magnificent world that he had never imagined was suddenly opened.

The world depicted in these books dazzled Duan Que and at the same time, they also completely released the curiosity in his sexuality, and once this kind of sexuality that had been suppressed for more than ten years was released, even Duan Que himself could not control it.

The more he was not allowed to see it, the more he wanted to see it, the more he was not allowed to think about it, the more he thought about it, the more powerful he thought in his head, and in the following days, Duan Que was like losing his soul, and what he was thinking about in his heart was the immortal world that did not match the ten zhang red dust.

"The Analects" didn't have the heart to read anymore, and the teachers in the county school didn't have the heart to listen to the content of the class anymore, and the assigned homework was also able to hide and mix, when he finished reading all the books that depicted another world, Duan Que put all his energy and thoughts on the last rough-bound "Pei Yuan Jue".

Previously, he had already known from other books that immortals could be cultivated, but cultivation required a method, and according to the concise preface of the "Pei Yuan Jue" with only a few words, this kind of method is the spiritual cultivation method, if those who have great will and perseverance can cultivate the method to the tenth level of the Great Perfection realm, they can break through the spiritual level and get a glimpse of the path of Dan cultivation.

Duan Que had too few things at hand, so he didn't understand what the spiritual cultivation and Dan cultivation in the preface of "Pei Yuan Jue" meant, but things like this were useless even if he was curious, so he suppressed his curiosity in the bottom of his heart and immersed himself in studying "Pei Yuan Jue", at least this is a very clear method of cultivating immortals.

Li Shiming, Zhuo Yu, Zhuo Yu, Luo Xin, Snow Willow Yanran, Dragon Pattern, Micro Liu'er, Luoxin Snow Dragon Pattern

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PS: Is it good-looking?