In the blink of an eye, Uncle Yang has been on the mountain for ten years, and the previous immaturity has faded a lot, and the days have been monotonous and boring in the past ten years, but this is not the most tormenting, the most tormenting thing is to watch the fish in front of him jumping around, watching the white cranes on the grass pacing freely, but he can't eat in his mouth, he can only eat mountain vegetables every day, and the mouth is light even to the point where he doesn't know the taste of meat. The white cranes are not allowed to eat, and the fish in the waterfall cannot be fetched.

I remember one time, Uncle Yang wanted to use rattan to weave a net and put it down to fish, but the waterfall looked not far away, but it just couldn't reach, and then he wanted to climb down the cliff next to him to catch, but his feet slipped and fell straight into the water, almost drowning, that is, that time, he saw his ordinary looking thin old Taoist teacher, just as he was splashing in the water, he saw Wang Yizi jumping straight down the waterfall into the water, and grabbed him who was about to enter the rapids, Uncle Yang felt a burst of speed, Then fainted.

When Uncle Yang woke up, it was already night, and he only saw the stars twinkling, but he was not in the mood to enjoy such a beautiful scenery, so he slowly got up and saw that Wang Yizi was still sitting on the bluestone.

Wang Yizi watched Uncle Yang get up and said, "It's cold, come and sit on the stone." The tone was steady, and there was no blame.

Uncle Yang tiptoed over and sat on the bluestone, keeping his head down.

"Lift it up, I don't blame you for being a teacher, I said a long time ago that you want to eat meat with your ability, and you also fell down and almost drowned with your own ability."

Uncle Yang smiled bitterly and asked, "Teacher, how did you get me up?" In a daze, I suddenly felt that I was flying, could it be that the teacher could fly! ”

Wang Yizi knocked him the head, and Uncle Yang grinned in pain. "Did you drown your brain and melon seeds once you dropped, how much effort did it take me to rescue you, I knew that I wouldn't save it, and it would be useless to save it."

Uncle Yang laughed: "Hehe, it's useful and useful, how can it be useless." ”

"I've been delayed for a long time today, and I will make up for the missing homework tonight before I can sleep."

Uncle Yang immediately complained bitterly, but what can be done about this, the teacher has always said the same.

Wang Yizi looked at the north, suddenly frowned slightly, and said, "Finish your homework tonight, rest tomorrow, and we will go to Shunzhou early in the morning the day after tomorrow." ”

Uncle Yang didn't know why the teacher suddenly had to go down the mountain, after all, he had never gone down in the past ten years, but this was an interesting thing for Uncle Yang, he really wanted to go down the mountain to see, although he went to Shunzhou, which was thousands of miles away in Yunzhou, and he couldn't see his mother, but it was not bad, he sometimes felt that he was about to become a savage.

When the sky was slightly bright, Uncle Yang finally memorized yesterday's homework, he returned to the thatched house, and couldn't sleep excitedly when he thought that he could go down the mountain soon, so he simply got up and sorted out the bamboo slips to bring down the mountain, which was specially ordered by the teacher, and the teacher said that no matter where the book is to be read, it cannot be wasted. Uncle Yang pursed his lips, but he didn't expect to be seen by Wang Yizi: "Don't you want to see it?" Originally, I was going to let you only bring one volume, so bring more, anyway, you have nothing to do when you go down the mountain, just read and learn words. ”

"Teacher, teacher, I was wrong, just bring one volume, anyway, we won't be able to stay long down the mountain and come back." Uncle Yang hurriedly said for mercy.

Wang Yizi snorted and said, "I can't cure you if I don't believe it." Go, take that piece of cooked cowhide from the house on the belt, and I'll be useful when I get down the mountain. ”

Uncle Yang hurriedly ran away while agreeing, he was afraid that this strange old man would backtrack and force himself to bring more books, and it was okay to endorse the books, but the weight of those bamboo slips was really not easy to bear.

The sky was hazy and shiny, and a thin layer of frost was as white as the clouds on the mountainside.

The master and apprentice were about to set off as soon as they arrived, and the two passed through Tianzhou and Lianzhou, crossed the Woer River, entered Zhuozhou, and extended Zhuozhou to the west to reach Shunzhou. The most common sightings along the way were beggars, who were ragged, with unkempt hair, dirty faces, and a thick wooden stick in their hands.

Uncle Yang raised his head several times to look at Wang Yizi, only to see that Wang Yizi's expression was flat, and he didn't seem to see these tragic situations, but when he saw the white bones piled up on the side of the road, he would stop and fold his hands together, and the corners of his mouth trembled slightly, reciting scriptures for the white bones. What a weird old Taoist.

Every night when he finds a place to rest, the old Taoist priest will do one thing, that is, let Uncle Yang spread the cooked cowhide on the table, and take a brush to paint on it, some like a map, but this map seems to be too accurate, not only does it mark where and what the city is, but even the valley and ravines are clearly drawn at a glance.

Uncle Yang wanted to ask several times, but Wang Yizi blocked him back in advance, and he seemed to know what to ask without waiting for Uncle Yang to speak, so Uncle Yang never found a chance.

After crossing the Woer River, the weather changed completely, and there was a lot of snow here. According to the northern vernacular, the meaning of "Woer" is to wrap the ears, and it is rumored in the north that after the Woer River, the ears will be frozen off. It's not that exaggerated, but it's a lot colder.

The master and apprentice braved the wind and snow to enter Shunzhou. "Teacher, why are we here? It's cold. There was some resentment in Uncle Yang's tone.

Wang Yizi didn't seem to hear what Uncle Yang said, and muttered in a low voice: "The purple qi I saw that night should be in Shunzhou, but Shunzhou is so big, where can I find it?" Stinky boy, count your kid as a blessing and a big life, and the lover has found it. ”

Uncle Yang then remembered what the teacher said when he saw him for the first time, he chuckled, he didn't care much in his heart, he believed that his life was in his own hands, how could there be any good people to help him.

Suddenly, the back of the head was slapped by Wang Yizi again, and Wang Yizi was only heard scolding: "Stinky boy, you don't know the number of days, you are extremely stupid, if you dare to speak in the future, I have to knock your head off." ”

Uncle Yang didn't say anything, but he still didn't believe it in his heart. Wang Yizi glared at Uncle Yang with some hatred and did not speak.

In the blink of an eye, the year is approaching, it is the time when the government stops working, and it is also the time when the people of Li begin to nest in winter, at this time everyone begins to be idle, guarding their wives and children, and the family sits together happily.

Wang Yizi and his apprentice accidentally entered a large forest, this forest was so dense that they couldn't see a little outside, and the two of them walked indiscriminately inside, but fortunately, the two of them had been on Guanghua Mountain for ten years, and there were many more things to eat in this forest than on that mountain.

The two of them wandered around for about ten days, and finally saw a wisp of smoke through the dense forest, and the two hurriedly ran towards the place where the smoke had risen.

A wooden hut that was not new appeared in front of him, and there was a dark-skinned young man standing by the door with an axe in his hand and staring at them with a wary face, "This is a beast", this was Uncle Yang's first thought.

The boy looked to be less than ten years old, with thick bones, a bulging burlap robe, about five feet tall, oblique eyebrows a little unruly, and a pair of Danfeng eyes full of anger.

Wang Yizi stared at the young man for a long time, and suddenly laughed: "Wonderful, wonderful, what a chance, what a chance, after nearly five months, I didn't expect God to be so easily sent to the old man, wonderful!" ”

Uncle Yang looked at the suddenly stunned teacher, a little speechless, the person in front of him was definitely not a good stubble, just looking at the anger in his eyes, he knew that the teacher could still laugh. Uncle Yang silently said in his heart, don't make him angry.

Wang Yizi didn't care about that, he stared at the young man for a while, as if a greedy man had seen a piece of superb jade.

"Little doll, don't be so murderous, we are not beasts, let alone harm you, don't worry."

Wang Yizi's words seemed to have some magic power, and the young man really slowly retracted his gaze, picked up the axe and chopped the firewood in front of him, which was both steady and ruthless, and each time he could split the firewood into two halves of just the same size.

The boy didn't know how long it had been splitting, and Uncle Yang gradually became accustomed to it from the initial exclamation, and then began to feel bored later. Wang Yizi has been watching with interest.

The young man finally stopped, and Wang Yizi stepped forward and asked, "The old Taoist priest wants to ask where this is, but is it still in Shunzhou?" ”

The young man nodded: "Riding the ridge." "The voice was a little hoarse, not like what a person of his age could make.

Wang Yizi nodded after hearing this: "No wonder, there have always been rumors that you can enter and exit the Riding Ridge, sure enough." So how are you here, your parents? Wang Yizi looked around and didn't see any signs of living people here, so he asked curiously.

The young man glanced at Wang Yizi coldly, did not speak, picked up the freshly chopped firewood and walked into the house. Wang Yizi suddenly patted his head: "I remember, the two mounds I encountered when I came...... The hexagram also indicates that this person should be a lone star, and that is the case. ”

After a while, the young man came out again, and Wang Yizi stepped forward again and said, "It's just the old way that is abrupt." Doll, are you willing to follow the old way? ”

The young man glanced at Wang Yizi coldly again, and finally spoke: "What can you give me?" ”

One sentence made Wang Yizi stunned, and suddenly Wang Yizi laughed and said: "The old Tao can give you the ability to go through the heavens and latitudes, and you can do whatever you want in the future." ”

The young man thought, Wang Yizi was not in a hurry, and kept waiting. It took a long time to agree to the old Taoist, this is Su Ang, the younger brother of Uncle Yang. Later, Uncle Yang asked him why he agreed, and he said, "I want to seek justice for my parents in the future!" As he said this, he swung his sword violently, and a small stone cracked with a clatter.

Uncle Yang didn't ask again, but since this little junior brother went up the mountain, the teacher obviously paid a lot less attention to him, but the teacher didn't pay much attention to the little junior brother. However, the little junior brother often practiced swords under the waterfall, and Uncle Yang often asked him to catch some fish with his hand, and since then, the fish in the waterfall have been completely damaged.

Wang Yizi once said to Uncle Yang: "Your patience is not as good as your junior brother, which will limit you." ”

Until Uncle Yang was about to go down the mountain, the junior brother was still practicing swords under the waterfall, and he was in a hurry for ten years, day by day.