Early the next morning, the snake catchers in Xiagou Village gathered at the Snake King Temple, Ah Ming had recovered from his leg injury, and he was clamoring to come to help, and by the way, he thanked Qin Fei again.

But when everyone arrived, the building of the otherworldly snack bar disappeared, as if it had never existed, and the original place was overgrown with weeds.

"Speaking of which, the house in this snack bar was built very suddenly, and now it disappeared overnight, plus Boss Qin raised his hand to kill the snake king, maybe it's a land immortal!"

The more it spread, the more evil it became, and when it got to the back, many people burned incense and prayed at the original site of the snack bar: "The gods bless me with a lot of money." ”

......

Thirty miles away, with Qin Fei's footsteps, he walked for a morning and arrived.

The hanging pot mountain, as rumored, really looks like a big kettle, with a flying spring at the spout, a roaring waterfall, and movement can be heard from afar.

This era is good, no one suddenly stuck and said that you would charge a few hundred tickets, Qin Fei walked along the sheep intestine mountain road, ready to climb to the top of the mountain to see the scenery.

The mountain breeze blows, the birdsong is heard, and the occasional wild monkey peeping through the trees is very pleasant.

But this kind of comfort did not last long, there was a group of people halfway up the mountain, it seemed that the students of a certain academy were traveling together, making a lot of noise, and throwing melon and fruit peels all over the ground.

Qin Fei sighed: "Trouble let's go." ”

The mountain road is not spacious, and if Qin Fei wants to climb the mountain, he must pass through them.

The students were not very happy to be disturbed, but they carefully gave way.

Qin Fei passed through them and found that the students were blocked halfway up the mountain in order to carve poems on the mountain wall.

The ancient literati were not good at this, and they liked to carve their works on stone wherever they went, and it would be fine if they were really famous texts, otherwise they would be as annoying as psoriasis advertisements in later generations and destroy the environment.

Qin Fei glanced at the poems they had carved in passing.

"You Hushan looks black from a distance, and the top is thin and the bottom is thick. If you turn the pot mountain upside down, the bottom is thin and the top is thick. ”

Qin Fei couldn't hold back and laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" A student felt insulted and stopped Qin Fei.

"Uh...... I think this poem is really well written, it's great!" The other party is not afraid of being overwhelmed, but Qin Fei laughed after all.

"Don't pretend to be garlic, you are clearly laughing!" This student's IQ barely passed, and he was not fooled.

Qin Fei pondered for a moment: "Why don't I laugh again?"

The student's fists clenched and gurgled: "Either you make a poem and come out to read it, or eat me with a punch!"

This is forcing me to copy poetry, I really just want to be a quiet beautiful chef.

Qin Fei didn't want to intensify the contradiction, so he had to think for a moment: "Okay, I'll just say one briefly." ”

"The sun shines on the Hushan Purple Smoke, and the waterfall hangs in front of the river.

The flying stream went straight down to 3,000 feet, and it was suspected that the Milky Way had fallen for nine days. ”

This is the Wanglu Mountain Waterfall of the poet immortal Li Bai, I memorized the text when I was reading, Qin Fei changed it slightly, and the heart can shock you little bastards.

Unexpectedly, the student was stunned, grabbed Qin Fei's collar, and his eyes widened angrily: "Say, how do you know that my name is Zhao Hushan, why do you want to kill me?"

Qin Fei looked confused, what the hell?

Fortunately, the other students persuaded people and explained for a long time, and this Zhao Hushan understood that it was the meaning of the sun shining on Hanging Hushan.

"I see, good poetry, good poetry!"

The students became polite, asked Qin Fei's surname, and said that they would help carve the poem.

Qin Fei hesitated slightly, copying Li Bai's poems was not good in itself, and copying his name would be even more excessive, so he said: "My name is Qin Fei, Qin Shihuang's Qin, Feifei, don't make a mistake." ”

After bidding farewell to this group of students, Qin Fei finally climbed to the top of Hushan Mountain, everything was prostrate at his feet, and his heart was full of pride.

I can't help but think of Du Fu's climb to Mount Tai back then, and the last sentence will be the top of the mountain, and the mountains are small at a glance, which is really magnificent.

Qin Fei wanted to sigh differently, and held back for a long time: "." ”

In the afternoon, Qin Fei came to the deep pool where the waterfall fell at the bottom of the mountain, the pool was very deep, and it was impossible to see the end, and some big fish with snow-white bodies would occasionally surface.

Qin Fei went up and down the mountain, he was already hungry, how could he do it without catching two fish to roast it.

But these fish have been washed by waterfalls all year round, tough and vigorous, it is impossible to catch them with bare hands, the reason why humans are human beings, not monkeys, the key is to use tools.

Qin Fei approached the cliff wall, pulled some vines, and prepared to weave a large net to net fish.

As soon as a vine was torn off, the rock wall revealed a human face, which scared Qin Fei.

"Sorry to scare you, young man. ”

It's still a big living person who can speak, he looks like he's fifty or sixty years old, but he has some moss on his body, and he looks embarrassed.

"Old man, what are you hiding in the vines?" Qin Fei muttered in his heart, it won't be hide and seek, people forgot to come to you, right?

The old man said, "I'm in retreat, and in a few days I will become a land immortal." ”

The corners of Qin Fei's mouth twitched, Land Immortal?

Ignoring it anymore, Qin Fei took the vines and made them into a big net to fish.

After fishing a few times, Qin Fei really caught three fat big fish, one by himself, one cat, and one left, I'm afraid I won't be able to finish it.

"Old man, do you eat fish?" Qin Fei asked.

The land immortal said: "No, I'm in Bigu, and I'll lose all my work when I eat." ”

No, Qin Fei left him alone, disposed of a few fish, picked up firewood, and roasted them.

Because the terrain under the waterfall was not spacious enough, and he was afraid of scaring the old man, Qin Fei didn't conjure up the snack bar, but the pots and pans could still be used.

During the slow roasting, Qin Fei went to pick some wild mushrooms, and was lucky enough to meet a bamboo rat suffering from heat stroke, and chose some wild vegetables.

After a while, Qin Fei stewed a pot of mushroom and bamboo rat soup, and made spicy, tempeh, and pickled pepper-flavored grilled fish.

As it darkens, the bonfires shine and the fish smell ......

The land fairy looked at this scene, swallowing and swallowing his saliva, his eyes resentful.

A few days ago, on a whim, he calculated that there would be a catastrophe today.

Whether it is a landslide or a ground split, the land immortals are not afraid, but they never thought that the catastrophe was brought by this young man.

The way of Bigu is to get rid of all these mundane things, and only by fading away from the mortal nature can we become immortals.

Qin Fei ate with a mouth full of oil, and when he saw that the land immortal had been swallowing saliva, he greeted: "Old man, you really don't eat?"

"I ...... I ......," the old man struggled, and suddenly burst out of the vine, "I'll eat." ”

The old man was not afraid of being hot, so he held a grilled fish directly from the iron plate and started gnawing it, crying while gnawing: "My way is good." ”

"Damn, it smells so good. ”

The old man cried and laughed for a while, Qin Fei was a little dumbfounded, is it really so delicious?

The old man ate a whole tail of pickled pepper grilled fish, and drank a few large bowls of mushroom and bamboo rat soup, stopped crying or making trouble, and burped: "Fuck the gods, don't do it." ”