There is only the sky above, and there are no mountains and Qi.

A song of Huashan, the road to the end of Huashan how steep and courageous.

And at this moment, on the steep Huashan mountain road, there are two thin figures, walking with difficulty.

"Young master, if you can't go to Kyoto in time for the exam, why do you have to climb this steep Huashan?"

The personal scholar stepped on the steep peaks, and he couldn't care about wheezing and scorching his lungs.

After steadily standing still, he pulled Liu Yanchang, who was even more physically exhausted behind him, up.

This Xiyue Huashan, the name of the beautiful scenery, is known all over the world.

The steep and steep trend is a must.

Many people who have worked hard and honed their bodies since childhood may not be able to climb this steep peak.

A weak scholar, but he has lofty ambitions.

Don't talk about others, even this personal servant who grew up together since childhood, and they all can't understand what the young master thinks.

"Huashan is steep, and ancient books have long contained it."

"I've always wanted to come and see it, but it's a pity that it's not easy for people to go out."

Taking a step to stabilize his body at the steep peaks, Liu Yanchang inhaled deeply and calmly.

"Last time I went on a scientific expedition, I really wanted to come and have a look."

"But where the expectation is, I really don't dare to waste more time and energy."

"The way back is all lonely, how can you have any more thoughts."

"This time, even if it takes some time and physical strength, I have to go up and take a look."

The family is poor, and the rich future is all in the books.

Even since the time of enlightenment, many years have been used to it.

But it's also a bit boring and inevitable.

In addition to the orthodox literary texts, a book that roughly describes the beautiful scenery between heaven and earth has become the only anti-boredom reading.

During a imperial examination, Sun Shan landed.

has a talent and fame, and his talent is a little worse after all.

Many of the beautiful peaks and mountains recorded in that book are not particularly clear in memory.

Only the description of Huashan is deeply heartfelt.

The first time I saw the description in the book, I was deeply shocked by the young mind who had never seen too much of the world.

So those written descriptions are like axes and stone carvings, and they are remembered in my heart.

Now that I have the opportunity and time to set foot on Huashan, I only have some physical strength.

"A weak scholar also has a desire to climb the steep Huashan."

"Do you want to ask Our Lady to bless you with the title of the gold list?"

Chai Fu Kong Wu is powerful, a load of firewood that has just been chopped and achieved, and easily steps on the steep mountain road.

Since childhood, he has lived at the foot of Huashan Mountain, and has been in the mountains and forests, flying birds, tigers and leopards, as well as the pine branches and trees, but all to survive.

The hardships experienced since childhood, which ordinary people experience for the first time, are naturally nothing to woodcutters.

"This eldest brother is invited, dare to ask the eldest brother what he just said, but this Huashan deity."

Scholars are a little arrogant, even if they know what their situation is.

Shabby and depressed, I'm afraid it's not as easy as the woodcutter in front of me.

It is also impossible to make Liu Yanchang, who has never been hit by reality, speak appropriately to the woodcutter.

The personal scholar does not have so many concerns.

A scholar, where did the scholar come from.

"I think you are all outsiders, otherwise how could you not know the Three Holy Mother?"

A few shook his head and looked at the master and servant, and carried the firewood down the steep peak.

"The Three Virgins?"

"I want to see how sacred this Huashan is, worthy of worship here?"

Liu Yanchang was very curious in his eyes, anyway, he had already climbed Mount Hua, and if he returned, his physical strength would really be wasted.

It's difficult, the sun is shining on the top of his head, and the sweat is about to soak the clothes and robes on his body.

But no matter what, this Huashan has finally been climbed.

"What a majestic palace!"

"Let's see, why is this sacred?"

Although there is the poverty of the reader, there is also the arrogance of the reader.

The saints have spoken, and God is present when he worships God.

It's not that ordinary villagers who have not been fully enlightened blindly admire.

Stepping into the palace with his head held high, a lifelike statue made Liu Yanchang stand there as if he had been struck by lightning in an instant.

Liujia Village is also considered to have a large population and is prosperous.

At the end of the day, it's just a village.

How can you say that the country is beautiful?

And the statue in front of him, although it is a clay achievement, is also a spiritual attachment.

At first sight, my heart naturally shook indescribably.

In this world, there is naturally love at first sight.

However, there are conditions for such love after all, and to put it bluntly, it is nothing more than appearance.

To put it in an easy-to-understand sentence - do you like that? You're a coveter of other people's beauty!

"Bastard, dare to blaspheme me!"

Huashan is the place of Yang Chan Road, even if it may not be here for many days.

With Yang Chan's temperament, he will definitely not lose half of his duties in guarding Huashan.

There should be some connection between the clay body and the real self.

Through the clay sculpture, he sensed the change in Liu Yanchang's scorching expression, and immediately burned with anger.

Influenced by his parents since he was a child, even if he has become an immortal, he understands that it is no longer possible, and there is still a small expectation in his heart.

But this expectation, Yang Chan will never allow other blasphemy.

"Since childhood, I have received the words of the saints, and it is difficult for scholars to believe in ghosts and gods."

"However, what I heard today, Liu Yanchang was willing to believe that there was a goddess in heaven and earth."

With a slight thought, he was about to teach this madman a lesson.

Listening to those pious words, I unconsciously felt a little softer.

Since mistakes exist, they are inevitable.

Even the Jade Emperor is in the Lingxiao Palace, dominating the Three Realms, and he still makes mistakes.

What's more, it's just an ordinary man.

Although Liu Yanchang said that he was a scholar, Yang Chan did not believe it.

Dare to speak in front of her about scholars.

In this world, apart from the master, there is no one who is better than the father.

A breath of grandeur, proud of the world.

He has never cultivated even a trace of Haoran righteousness, and he dares to shout that he is a scholar.

"I don't think I've read a few books, so I don't think much about you."

With a wave of his hand, the wind rose out of thin air.

Unexpectedly, Liu Yanchang's body is one meter eight tall and more than 100 catties.

"Don't hurt our young master!"

Suddenly, the scene was naturally not allowed to be thought clearly.

Although he didn't understand, his subconscious instinct still held on to Liu Yanchang.

"A piece of loyalty in your heart?"

"It's rare!"

Seeing a ray of white light from the heart of the faithful servant, the wind could not help but blow softly.

Originally, it was said that it was hundreds of miles, but now it is only sent back to the foot of Huashan Mountain.

"This person is a little interesting, mother, why do you ······"

A little soft and delicate, starting from the clay statues of the two maids next to the clay statues of the Three Virgins.

The words are crisp, a little spiritual and simple, but also optimistic and naïve.

"Shut up! How can you say this? ”

A little cold, a little reminder, from the side of another maid clay sculpture.

These two sisters were originally a pair of wronged souls who suffered from the world.

Entering Taishan Mansion, Yang Jiao saw that it was rare and cute.

asked the sisters about their wishes, and handed them over to Yang Chan, thinking that they would serve.

Two clay sculptures, the soul is settled, one left and one right stand on the left and right of Yang Chan.

They have their own incense offerings every day, and the two sisters have also gained a lot of benefits.

If it weren't for the fact that the Baolian lanterns were not easy to bloom again, it would not be like Nezha back then.

There are Taiyi real people, and there are Wei Wuji.

The ninth turn of the elixir is too domineering, and the eighth turn is already rare.

Whether it is intentional or unintentional, all kinds of factors have created Nezha's uniqueness.

If you do it all over again, you can't replicate it perfectly.

I didn't think so much about it.

You don't have to go through the suffering of reincarnation, and you can be safe with the Three Virgins.

I was satisfied, and I was infinitely grateful.

Although this is the case, with a grateful heart, I naturally unconsciously care a little more about the affairs of the Yang family.

What happened back then, at this moment, is already a secret that cannot be easily spoken.

In this matter, although the Jade Emperor publicly admitted his mistake.

But if all the heavens and the earth preach it, it is pure ignorance of life and death.

In this world, there has never been an impermeable wall.

Under the heart, there is a little secret, even if it is a scale and half a claw, it is also deep in the heart.

Thinking of the Heavenly Rules, this matter is categorically impossible.

Even if the current god of justice is Yang Jian, the second brother who can't be kissed by his mother.

But because of this, this matter is even more unacceptable.

In this way, wouldn't it push the second master into a dilemma.

No matter what the disadvantages of today's Tiantiao are.

Even if Heavenly Court has already thought about rectification, before the rectification is completed, the current Heavenly Rule is still an iron law.

For such a look of dignified appearance, it is still a sour and rotten literati guy, offending the heavens, and even so much so that the brothers and sisters turn against each other, it is really not worth it.

"You're delicate enough, and you have a lot of thoughts."

After a thought, non-verbal expression, Yang Chan is still deeply sensitive.

"Mother's atonement!"

Without any hesitation, he immediately knelt down and pleaded guilty.

Whether or not there is really a fault, such an attitude is okay after all.

There is no self-right to speak like this?

They are already soul bodies, and they can get a few incense offerings by Yang Chan's side, and then they will be spared the catastrophe of life and death.

A little bit of freedom and sovereignty is nothing compared to what is obtained.

In the world, there is never a good thing to have both worlds.

"Get up!"

"You've been with me for so many years, have you ever seen me punish me at will?"

With a wave of his hand, the two sin maids stood up.

"Mother is kind, but my sister must not break the rules because of this."

Following Yang Chan's side, it is naturally not a short time.

Seeing Yang Chan holding the Baolian lantern and walking the right path of heaven and earth, she naturally understood how benevolent this person was.

It is precisely because of this that there should be no slackness.

Such kindness and love are naturally good things.

If you don't pay attention and forget the rules, and lose your sense of proportion, you really deserve to die.

Whether it's Yang Chan or Yang Jiao, naturally you don't have to find trouble for a little thing.

However, from my own point of view, I must always be vigilant.

To offend the rules is to offend this hard-won kindness.

There are many words rolling red dust, and people's hearts are chaotic.

This is also a reality.

Otherwise, there will not be a lot of turmoil in the world.

The hell is punished, and it will not imprison many evil spirits.

However, the vast majority still understand what gratitude is.

"Niangniang, why don't you close the temple door?"

The scholar was blown to the foot of the mountain by a gust of wind, but he was not injured, and he climbed up again, and the physical strength required was probably enough.

However, with a bit of caution, I still couldn't help but suggest.

"It's just a small accident, and it really doesn't need to be like this!"

Yang Chan didn't care about waving her hand, did she still need to avoid a scholar?

How can there be such a truth in this world?

"Huh? How did we get here all of a sudden? ”

A gust of wind blew, looking at the steep mountain in front of them, the master and servant were full of doubts, everything they had just experienced was an illusion.

There is no such thing as a scholar climbing a mountain in a thin body?

Didn't get blown down by a gust of wind?

"Young master, I think something is wrong with this place, let's hurry up and rush to the exam."

Although he was full of suspicion, he was vaguely convinced that the experience would not be an illusion after all.

God or ghost.

Looking at this posture, people have made it clear that this is not welcome, so why do you have to post it.

"It's a good blue sky and white day, the scenery is beautiful, what's wrong?"

"How can a scholar be afraid if he has righteous thoughts?"

"Isn't it just a little mountain?"

"Just climb again."

The steep mountain peaks in front of him aroused the pride in his chest.

And the corners of the scholar's cheeks and mouth couldn't help twitching for a while.

If it weren't for the dream, the physical strength would have been exhausted.

Again, can scholars be fragile and still be able to support it?

I thought so in my heart, but seeing that Liu Yanchang had already begun to climb, he had no choice.

"This time, I have to understand what's going on?"

With all my might, I saw the Virgin Palace again.

Liu Yanchang breathed evenly, and walked in.

"Why is this guy here again?"

"This time you don't have to do it, girl, I'll send you away!"

Although it is not as easy as Yang Chan, it has years of accumulated practice.

One foot had just stepped on the Palazzo Notre-Dame when another gust of wind blew.

The tired scholar's body, one trembling, fell to the ground.

Under the influence of the strong wind, the whole person fell to the bottom of Huashan.

"How so?"

"Someone's coming!"

"Help!"

The scholar was dumbfounded for a moment.

Don't say that the fragile body of his young master's scholar is just a lump of iron, and if he falls like this, he has to be crushed.

"God is above, the little one has taken the sin on behalf of our young master."

"There is no other thought, and there is no more atonement for sins!"

The scholar is a little spiritual, and his reaction is not bad.

He fell to his knees with a grunt.

"If you don't like it, you don't like it, why should you kill him?"

Yang Chan sighed, and really drove the clouds to the foot of Mount Hua first.

"It's over, I have to inform the second master of this matter quickly."

My sister said in a panic.

"Sister, I understand what you're worried about."

"But you don't want to think about it, what is the origin of our mother? What kind of cultivation? ”

"That sour and rotten scholar, what capital does it have to attract the hearts of the mother?"

There is some truth in words.

It's not that I look down on anyone, it's really not at the same level at all.

For Yang Chan, it's just a dream.

Liu Yanchang has already lost his life.

"I know you have a point.".

"But somehow, something is just wrong in my heart."

"Don't you forget, the old lady was just a poor scholar back then."