The mountains and rivers are covered in silver, and the craggy strange rocks look like a rickety old man wearing a snow-white fleece shirt, and the pine branches are also white and white, like the hair of a grandfather.

"Sister Tiannu is playing hide and seek again" A round, wrapped like a dumpling-like little Taoist boy, straightened Chai He, who was directly behind him and obviously exceeded his own size, took a breath, raised his eyes to look at the gray veiled sky, and muttered. The fine fluff is as gentle as a hand, caressing it on the face, which provokes the little Taoist boy to laugh.

The exact title should be "Quasi-Dao Tong". Because the word "Dao Tong" is not only a title for a person's identity, but also a direct embodiment of personal Dao power. On the other hand, as long as one's Dao power reaches the thirteenth grade, whether you are seventy or eighty or not, and you are about to go to see the ancestors and ancestors, you can only be called a "Dao Tong".

Therefore, people with poor qualifications do not choose to enter the road at all, rather than wasting their youth and becoming a laughing stock in the future, it is better to go home and farm from business, and some embark on a career may not be able to harvest a wonderful life.

Unfortunately, there are always some people who don't have a choice. This little "quasi-Taoist child" has no father and no mother, but was picked up by the eleventh grade Kuiyang Daoist in the fairy fruit forest halfway up the sea of clouds on the seventh day of the seventh month. Since the ancestor ordered Guanshan for more than 3,000 years, although it is Guanshan, but for the foundation of the Taoist sect, the disciples will not wither, or every ten years, recruit apprentices, but compared to the glorious prosperity in front of Guanshan, it is really a small thing. For this kind of "outer way" who does not know the roots, children of unknown origin, in case of various uncertain factors, especially against the big family that has been desperately trying to send their children and grandchildren into the authentic Taoist sect recently, they always hold unrealistic hopes, hoping that one day, one person in the family can ascend to immortality, and the chicken dog will also ascend to heaven.

Daomen is not taboo to marry and give birth, Kuiyang Taoist has never married in his life and has no children under his knees, and he has only mixed with the eleventh grade of Taoists at the age of knowing the destiny of heaven, which is really caused by too much concern about Hongchen. After more than 20 years, the Dao power has not improved in the slightest, and he simply stopped looking for immortals and asked, but his mind became open-minded, and there were signs of loosening of the Dao chain recently, and he was secretly happy, and the Dao power could still increase by one or two when the yang life was not over.

When I saw this doll that day, I only felt like I had been hit by a hammer, and the loose chain was locked again. This doll has just taken off its fetal hair, its face is like a ripe apple, its white is red and tender, its eyes are like black plums, and its eyelashes are curved and upturned. Kuiyang Dao people didn't think much else, they just knew: We met, that is fate, and we will talk about it later.

"Senior brother, this doll has a sign, you... You gave birth?" Kuiyang Daoist knew that paper couldn't hold the fire, and he couldn't hide it, so he simply faced his little junior brother, and Songshu Daoist didn't shy away from it.

"Fart, can a man have a baby?" Kuiyang Daoren scolded with a smile.

"Then, where did that come from?" This Songshu Taoist is a sincere person, although he started later, he is also a kind of person with his senior brother, he only entered the eleventh grade Taoist in his fifties, and now he is in his sixties, and he is an old bachelor with a white beard.

"It's my sister's widow," Kuiyang Daoren didn't say much.

"Senior brother, I've known you for thirty years, why have I never heard that you have a sister. You are in your seventies, how old does your sister have to be to give birth to this doll?" Although the Songshu Taoist has no talent for cultivation, he used to be a scholar, and he felt that there was something strange in it.

Kuiyang muttered: "There are no strange things in the world, you and I are cultivators, and there are few strange people and strange things I have seen? I have a sister, and I have to tell you, you don't know how many wives I have." ”

After hearing this, the Songshu Taoist was displeased, and said stupidly: "Senior brother, the fat water does not flow into the fields of outsiders, and the matter of kissing and kissing must be proactive." And senior brother, you don't lie at all, you don't make a draft if you lie, look at the embarrassment you talk to women, you stutter when you talk, I don't know you yet, with your brother for more than 30 years, what kind of underwear do you wear one day, I know what shit you are going to pull when you pout your ass. ”

Kuiyang Daoren's face was flushed, his round fleshy face was about to hold back the oil, and he waved his hand and said: "Okay, okay, in short, today's matter, God knows you know and I know, and I am responsible for other things, it is a brother's, so don't ask." ”

The Songshu Taoist stroked his beard and sighed: "That's it, there is no hope for the Nine Grades Dao in this life, and in the end, the dust will return to the dust." Let's give the baby a name first. Wait, boy or girl. Saying that, he opened the lower end of the swaddling clothes with one hand, and snickered: "If you look so handsome, you will definitely be the master of flowers and butterflies in the future." ”

Kuiyang Daoist smiled: "Hehe, I have the style of an old man." ”

Songshu Daoist took a sip and said, "Senior brother, what is the qualification of this baby, we can't see if our Dao strength is not enough." It's better to wait for the master to be informed, and then ask him to be the master of the doll and leave a place for him. ”

Kuiyang Daoist frowned and said: "You don't know the master, I know the master's old man's temperament, if this kind of thing is discovered by the old master, there is absolutely no room for maneuver, senior brother, I am from here." ”

Songshu Taoist muttered: "Well~ If this is the case, it is better to let this baby follow the widow of our distant relatives, just the same as your secular surname, senior brother, surnamed Chu." Besides, Senior Brother, your detailed master is very clear, and my sister's explanation is too much to say. ”

Kuiyang Daoist nodded again and again: "Mmmm, I'll see it." What's the name of the doll, my surname is Chu, the doll is surnamed Chu like me, today is the seventh day of the new year, it is better to call it Chu Qi, the seventh day of the first month, it is more commemorative, hahahaha" After speaking, he laughed proudly with his big belly. It's just that the Songshu Daoist was worried leisurely on the side: This name is a little too rash。。。。。。

So far, eight years have passed, and Chu Qi's little chubby system has inherited his Kuiyang grandfather very well. Grandpa has a very happy time with the goddess in the sky, Xiao Chubby Qi thought leisurely, otherwise why don't you come back to see me. Kuiyang Taoist's master Bapin Songyang Zhenren reluctantly accepted the reality of the doll, Kuiyang has a kind of happiness of getting a child, but also because of the Taoist heart, and neglected to cultivate, and a hundred years of Yang longevity is approaching, not long ago returned to the west. Little Fat Qi cried sadly, it was always Grandpa Kuiyang who cooked food for him, slept with Xiao Qi every night, told Xiao Qi stories, and often played with Xiao Qi, those happy memories came up, as if there was a feeling that the sky was falling. In the end, Grandpa Songshu comforted Chu Qi beside him, saying: "Everyone will go to different places after returning to the West, your Grandpa Kuiyang is a kind and open-minded person, he will go to heaven, God sees that he has no wife in his life, so he will send a fairy sister to play together." "Song Shudao people just want to get Kuiyang to have no wife and no children in his life, and give all his love to Xiao Qi, he couldn't help but sigh in his chest, and his voice became a little choked.

Whether it is Kuiyang or Songshu before his death, he hopes that Chu Qi can enter the Tao and practice, and there is a way out of survival in the future, Songshu thinks that although he can't see Chu Qi's qualifications, but his master, Bapin Zhenren, will be able to see its advantages and disadvantages and the potential to enter the Tao, who knows that Songyang Zhenren pulled Xiaoqi from the head to the feet, and then from the feet to the head, and finally just shook his head and sighed: "This kid, if it weren't for the poor qualifications, the binding chain would be so hidden that even I couldn't perceive it, that is, the qualifications were too good, and there was no binding chain, but Songshu, you know that this is impossible." After hearing this, the Songshu Taoist was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, straight through the door of the head to the soles of the feet, one is when the child is his own child, the second is entrusted by Kuiyang to leave, and the third is afraid that if he ends his life one day, the child is helpless. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the real person moving and preparing to leave, grabbed the last straw in his heart, knelt down in front of the real person in Songyang, and said sadly: "The master stays! The child is still young, and the door has not been opened, since the master is not sure, it is better to let the disciple personally **." The disciple sees his talent and intelligence as his aura is compelling, and he will definitely make a difference in the future. After saying these words at this moment, Songshu's scalp tingled for a while, and he completely forgot what he said. Songyang Zhenren stared straight at the top door of Songshu, and finally sighed: "Songyang, the Tao is not with feelings, and it is not selfish, ten years, when I opened the Daomen of the Qing Academy to recruit disciples, it was the time to test whether he could stay in the end." Songshu raised his hands above his head and bowed deeply: "Master Xie." ”