"Qinghe, I brought you some coals, the weather in early spring is the most uncertain, it is cold when it is cool, it is worthless, you don't want to use it. ”

"Qinghe, come and try the cinnamon cake I made myself, I can stare at this cinnamon soaked in water all night. ”

"Come and go, move in, move in, don't knock it. ”

"Well, this is today's class notes, the school will end next month, and Mr. said that there was a banquet for everyone in his yard, and asked you to go with him. ”

At the head of the field, Li Qinghe held the "Cave Spirit Sutra" in one hand and the letter written by Mr. Xueshu himself in the other, and there were some small entanglements.

Don't go, Mr. Xueshu is a very good person, go, it's a little wrong, as soon as Chang'an leaves, he is not familiar with anyone except Mr. and Lychee.

Thinking of the three broken tile houses in his house, which were full of newly built furniture, Li Qinghe sighed and moved his gaze to the "Cave Spirit True Scripture".

Somehow, he won't be dizzy when he reads that Taoist holy book again, but it's still the same when he reads it, he knows every word, and he doesn't understand it when he connects it, and it's not as interesting as other Taoist books.

He breathed a long sigh of relief, thinking that the lychee would definitely come again in the evening, so he simply resisted the hoe and went home.

Until it was getting dark, Li Qinghe sat alone in the main house looking at the courtyard in a daze, and on the table was the medicinal soup he had just boiled.

There are no so-called qi refining methods in the Taoist books left by the master, all of them are some scriptures, as well as a small number of refining methods for pill decoction.

He hadn't seen a lot of materials, even though Li Cun made his fortune from medicinal materials, but he still found a recipe, saying that it was good for women to drink on the first day of January, but how to say it was vague and foggy.

But looking at the house from the previous corner of the wall leaking to the current bright and dignified, Li Qinghe felt that he had to do something to repay the lychee.

In the words of Chang'an, the love of the children of the rivers and lakes is greater than the sky.

"Why didn't you come today...... Li Qinghe muttered to himself, his eyes half-open and half-closed.

The next day, the rooster next door woke up Li Qinghe, who was sleeping on the table.

Looking at the medicinal soup in the pot, which was already cold, Li Qinghe rubbed his face, fetched water and washed his face in one go, and went out of the house with the letter.

The current restaurant has been completely handed over to Xiao Er, and Li Qinghe collects some silver every month.

One is that he feels that the second brother has been busy for so many years, and it is really not worth it, and the other is that he is really not good at business.

Instead of having that time, it is better to take care of your family's one-third of an acre of land and read Taoist books in your spare time.

Mr.'s surname is Chen, he was sent down by the county, and the Duan Dynasty attaches great importance to reading and educating people, and the scholar is actually very valued.

By the time Li Qinghe arrived at Mr. Chen's house, many students from the school had already arrived.

As soon as I entered the door, I smelled the fragrance of ink, but for Li Qinghe, it was more sleepy than the school.

Mr. Chen saw the child from many people, and the goatee seemed to be cocked, and he walked over quickly.

"I didn't expect you to actually come. ”

"Mr. Chen. Li Qinghe performed the disciple ceremony.

The two talked for a while, and Mr. Chen seemed to be very interested in him, but the next time Li Qinghe kept cowering in the corner and dozing off.

The banquet started in the morning, first with poems and songs, and it was almost noon before the dishes were officially served.

If you use Li Changan's words, he doesn't look down on scholars, but he looks down on this sour and rotten energy, and the weak crown has not yet arrived, so he has to learn the vassal elegance of the literati in ancient times.

Until the banquet was over, the crowd dispersed, and Mr. Chen specially sent him to the door and said something that made him indistinct.

"Qinghe, if you have a plan, the imperial examination after the weak crown, you can come to me. ”

Li Qinghe thanked him and sent Mr. Chen back, and then he remembered that he seemed to be almost something.

"yes, where is Lychee? Why don't you see her?"

Just as he was wondering, he heard a shout.

"Li Gongzi!"

Li Qinghe turned around, and Qing'er, the maid of Lychee, ran over panting.

Li ...... Li Gongzi ......"

"Where's Lychee? Why didn't she come?"

"My family...... My young lady fell down the stairs and couldn't get out, so she asked me to leave this to you. ”

As she spoke, Qing'er handed over a bag, and then ran away without looking back.

"Falling ......"

Li Qinghe looked at Qing'er's back as he walked farther and farther away, slowly opened the bag, and pulled out a purse embroidered with mandarin ducks.

As if a thunder came from the sky, Li Qinghe's mind was blank and stunned, and it took a long time before he came back to his senses, put away his purse, sighed heavily, and went home with his head down.

After Li Qinghe left, in the main room with the door closed, Mr. Chen's hand holding the brush trembled.

He looked at his room full of Confucian classics, the gentleman's trip, sighed heavily, and threw the wolf pen in his hand on the ground, splashing ink all over the ground.

Turning to look at the portrait of the Confucian saint hanging behind him, there seemed to be helplessness and self-blame in his eyes, and he shook his head and sighed: "What kind of scholar is Chen......

......

......

Taihe Mountain belongs to Lingnan County, just on the edge of Lingnan County, and there is only one mountain range in the entire Lingnan County, which shows that the Duan Dynasty court attaches great importance to Taihe Mountain.

This is a Taoist holy land, even if the Lichao in the north has to admit that in their own territory, no matter in terms of heritage and strength, they can't find a sect that can be compared.

Similarly, Qingcheng Mountain, which faces the west, is also competing for the top position of the Taoist, and he also has his own background, and his strength is not bad, but this Taihe Shan Cui Lao Dao alone pressed them to death.

It is not known where the Taoist ancestors who passed down the Tao Te Chin belong to them, so they will be divided by strength.

So much so that it is said in the rivers and lakes that as long as Cui Laodao is in this world for a day, Qingcheng Mountain will never think of coming out.

There are many peaks in Taihe Mountain, but only the upper, middle and lower peaks are really called the blessed land of the cave, with a total of nine positions.

At that time, Li Changan said that he would open a piece of land for Li Qinghe in Xia Sanfeng, which was really an opportunity that was difficult for all Taoists to dream of.

As for the six peaks of Shangzhong, Li Changan is not sure about the moving ancestor.

The carriage slowly stopped, and the shopkeeper who had been outside for more than ten years breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that it could be regarded as a return.

Su Qingmu was still unmoved with an iron face, and Li Changan, who looked haggard, stepped out of the carriage, carrying a long package behind his back, holding a whetstone in his arms, looking at Taihe Mountain, which had been absent for more than ten years, and had an indescribable feeling in his heart.

Everyone says that there are many pines and bamboos on Taihe Mountain, but in fact, there is not a single pine tree on Taihe Mountain, but the lower three peaks are covered by a whole bamboo forest.

As for the pine, it is Su Qingmu, the eldest disciple of Cui Laodao, and the name of this Taihe Qingsong is not called in vain.

All the way up to the deacon, down to the Daotong, all of them respectfully saluted this master, and like the name, Su Qingmu has a famous iron face and ruthlessness.

As for Li Changan, only some old people recognized it, and just wanted to turn his head to inform the demon king of the mixed world that he was back, but then he thought of the situation of the little master on the mountain, and there was no movement.

Li Changan didn't have the heart to enjoy the surrounding scenery, recalling his childhood, his heart was full of worries about his father.

Until Su Qingmu took him to the main peak of the upper three peaks, an old man with a childish face and crane hair and a beard that could hang down to his chest was waiting for them with a smile.

His name is no longer known, the rivers and lakes call him Cui Lao Dao, the knife face with traces of time, this Taihe Mountain's top beam jade pillar is wearing the most ordinary Taoist robe, there is no trace of Taoist dust, but like an old man basking in the sun on the street.

"Chang'an, you've grown so tall, the longer you get, the more handsome you become, I don't know how many girls you're going to hook up with when you go out in the future......"

"Master!"

Su Qingmu snorted coldly, thinking that he had been fooled up the mountain by his master like this.

"Master...... "Master" Li Changan bowed respectfully.

Cui Laodao touched the top of his head, and his voice was still kind: "Go, your father is waiting for you in the palace." ”

"Yes, Master. Li Changan ran away without looking back, and only Su Qingmu and Cui Laodao were left in the mountain pass.

"This kid is different after reading, and he is much more polite. ”

"Master, junior brother, he really ......"

Looking at the clouds and mist in the distance, Cui Laodao shook his head, and finally showed a trace of helplessness: "It's useless, the qi is rounded up to the listening palace, that is, to give up everything, to listen to the few heavenly sounds, he has something in his heart, and he can't give it up." ”

"Then even if the cultivation is completely wasted, only the ...... will remain"

Su Qingmu stopped halfway through his words, he was now listening to the palace realm, and naturally understood the danger in this, and there were few heavenly sounds, unless the Dao Ancestor came in person.

"Master, Chang'an ......"

"Are you afraid that he will drill the horns of the bull and go down the mountain without persuasion?"

Cui Laodao waved his hand and turned to leave: "Don't care about this child anymore, whether you go or stay in the future depends on his own will." ”