Ancient building, clear tea, Sanskrit sound.

Deep in the mountains lies such a nameless inn.

There is no boss in the inn, and Xiao Er is also deaf and dumb.

Every day there will be the purest Pu'er hair tips, the most authentic daughter red, and the fiercest burning knives, but no one knows who opened this inn, and no one knows what is hidden here.

I only know that there are people coming and going here every day, and most of the people who come and go are people who can't tell the age of strange clothes, some of them come and go in a hurry, and some can sit for a day with a pot of tea.

There are very few people here who simply come for tea and drink, and people who come are communicating with others for some purpose.

And most of the things they exchanged were some strange topics, such as what was the deer of the year, the white horse military god of Songgao, and the ninth person with heavy pupils, which made people incomprehensible.

But what appears most in their mouths is not these inexplicable words, but a mountain and a person's life.

The name of the mountain is Guanshan, and the name of the person is Hanchuan.

This mountain is not another mountain, and it is not those so-called famous mountains and rivers.

Guanshan is actually not a mountain, he represents a force, a force that shoulders an important mission to inherit for thousands of years, ordinary people have never heard of it, and those who have heard it all know that Guanshan is difficult to cross, but no one knows where Guanshan is.

As for Han Chuan, it is even more a legend, it is said that he is proficient in all kinds of Taoist secret arts, turning his hands into clouds and covering his hands for rain, and he is unmatched in feng shui, and he can even find the dragon point with one hand to change his life against the sky.

He is so legendary that everyone who hears it can't believe that such a person really exists in this world.

But for some reason, no one has ever seen this legend again.

Some people say that he lived in seclusion, while others say that he and his confidante wandered all over the world and made the world their home.

At the mention of this, everyone can't help but be envious and fascinated in their words.

Although no one has seen it, it is surprising that no one has ever doubted that the legend will fall, whether he is still in the world or not, it seems that everyone firmly believes that Han Chuan will not die.

In recent years, the only rumor about him is that someone found a word on the top of Emei Jinding, the content is said to be a ballad left by him, and the signature is Han Chuan.

Some people assert that they can find the mysterious Guan Shan and the legendary Han Chuan through this ballad, and everyone wants to fight for this great opportunity, but few people know what the content of that word is.

I often go to this inn, and unlike the others, I order a pot of tea but put seven tea bowls, and listen quietly to the strangeness of their mouths but never speak.

Maybe I want to leave a memory for myself, after all, it's been so long, so long that I can't even remember what I went through.

Perhaps only I know that the lintel of the inn has been secretly engraved with six words with his fingers: Guan Shandu, Hu no return.

Guanshandu instead of Guanshan, that's the name of the inn.

And Hu No Return is the name of that ballad.

It's not a treasure trove of cheats, it's just a memorial.

Seeing this, you may have guessed it wisely.

I am Han Chuan.

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Rewind to when I was twenty years old.

I often have dreams in which I don't seem to be who I am now.

That I wear a crown of heaven on my head, wearing a black robe, on which there are twelve embroidered texts such as the sun, moon and stars, embroidered on both shoulders and the sun and moon, embroidered with stars on the back of the neck, tied with a jade belt inlaid with gold cloud dragon pattern in the waist, stepping on the high-waisted red compass dragon heavy shoes, turning over the hands for the clouds and covering the hands for the rain, holding the authority of the Si Sheng Si to kill.

I don't know why the man who looks the same as me is dressed like this, but judging by his clothes, it seems to be a generation of emperors.

And I don't seem to care about the power that everyone in these worlds is looking for, and more often I will climb a high mountain, and sit alone on an altar at the top of the mountain, and there are words in my mouth, as if I am nostalgic for something, but unfortunately I never hear it clearly in my dreams.

In addition to this, I can often dream of my father, dreaming of him climbing deep in the mountains and walking alone in the sea.

I forgot to mention that my father suddenly disappeared when I was young, disappeared from the world, and has never been seen since.

Except for the disappearance of my father, the process of growing up was actually very simple, studying, going to school, and going to work, no different from all kinds of people on the street, the only difference may be that I read too many books.

There is a study room at home, which is full of ancient books like a mountain, including many rare books that are not found in the museum library, and some ancient scrolls that no one can see why, it is because of these books that I have been different from others since I was a child.

Although I am not proficient in everything, but at least I have dabbled in it, Feng Shui can be used by hundreds of schools, ancient myths and wild history secrets, these unserious business in the eyes of others has always been my favorite.

But I never expected that one day, I actually walked into the myths and history of the Chinese inheritance for thousands of years, and then I knew that these myths and secrets are not all fictional, and the truth of many things has long been buried by the years.

I will always remember that day, that was the beginning of it all. I was sorting through ancient books at home when I heard my phone ringing, and I began a long and wonderful journey of discovery, and if I had the option to do it again, perhaps I would not have had the courage to embark on it again.

"Brother Chuan, what are you doing, come out and have a drink together?"

The person who called me was my classmate, surnamed Shen Minglang, and when I introduced myself to others, I always said that I was a hero with the same name and surname in Gu Long's pen, but in fact there may only be one word "Lang".

At first glance, people have the impression that he looks like the villain in the book, with a figure of more than 1.90 meters, big shoulders and a round waist, and he looks fierce and vicious.

But contrary to his stature is his boldness, saying that he is as timid as a mouse can be regarded as lifting him, and when he goes out, he can be startled when he suddenly hears a dog barking, and he doesn't even dare to go home by himself in the middle of the night.

According to his temperament, I am afraid that he will not be able to be a hero in this life, but fortunately, he was born into a good family, and he has no worries about food and clothing since he was a child, and even the eighteen-year-old coming-of-age ceremony is a car of his own, which is already a symbol of wealth in that era.

Growing up, too, a day without worrying about life, wanton chic, traveling around uninhibited, and chivalrous is also a little similar, I have been withdrawn since childhood, not sociable, he to dismiss, is one of my few friends.

"Okay, you send me the address, and I'll be there shortly."

I thought it was just the two of us drinking and chatting, but according to the address sent to me by Shen Lang, I found a place, but I didn't expect it to be a rather luxurious hotel, and I couldn't help but suspect that I had gone to the wrong place.

When I was thinking about whether it was time to go home, I saw a person walk out of the door of the hotel, looked around and came straight to me, it was Shen Lang.

A few words to ask the reason for the incident, it turned out to be a class reunion. I have a cold nature, especially too lazy to socialize with others, and I didn't have many friends when I was a student, so he was afraid that I wouldn't come, so he called me out in the name of a private person.

I didn't want to go in, but people were also kind, relying on my height and strength, they just pulled me in when I hesitated.

Although I don't like to socialize, I can't always sweep away people's interest with a bitter face, but fortunately, I have worked for many years, at least I don't understand interpersonal communication.

Talk to the people at the same table about the interesting things when you go to school, who studied the best and who didn't let the teacher worry about it the most, who liked who you liked at the beginning of your love, and so on, after all, which teenager is not affectionate and which girl is not pregnant.

In the middle of the staggering, it was already half dark, and some people had drunk a lot, and some people talked about the old tears.

And I plan to get up and go home, after all, I have to go to work the next day, where does life come from?

"The classmates eat and drink well, I will leave first, I have to go to work tomorrow, and I don't have the energy to go back to work."

Most of the people here expressed their understanding, after all, ordinary people are working parties and have to fight for life.

I was about to go home when I heard the squad leader call out to me.

"Han Chuan, wait a while, let's go together, I just have something to look for you."

Although I don't like it, as the saying goes, it's hard to hit a smiling person with a hand, so I have to wait for him to come out and ask him what is the matter with me.

He couldn't say a word, so I had to find a teahouse with him, and listen to what he wanted to do with me while drinking tea.

The squad leader's surname is Sun, a single name is a shock word, the relationship is okay when he was in school, but he has not been contacted after graduation, and he has heard others say that he works in the personnel department, and his life is not bad.

"Han Chuan, what have you been busy with lately?"

Sun Zhen asked me tentatively while drinking tea.

"Go to work, otherwise what else can you do, you have to do something to keep yourself alive."

I was actually a little impatient, and I replied to him with a smile.

"I can't contact you after graduation, I want to tell you something, but I'm not sure, I'm afraid you'll run in vain."

Sun Zhen looked into my eyes and said seriously.

"If you have something, just say it, is it related to you or me?"

I asked him bluntly.

"I think I've heard about your father for the past two days."

Sun Zhen said such a sentence hesitantly.

Boom!

After hearing this, the teacup in my hand fell to the ground, I stood up excitedly and grabbed his shoulder, and the waiter next to me thought something was wrong, and hurriedly ran over to ask what happened.

After Sun Zhen said that he was fine, the waiter turned around and left, but his eyes were still staring at this side, for fear that we would fight if we disagreed, which would affect the business here.

I didn't care what the waiter thought, and after listening to what Sun Zhen received, I fell into memories.

I was raised by my mother alone, my father's name is Han Ying, he used to study medicine, and later, like Mr. Zhou, he sighed that "studying medicine can't save people", turned around and abandoned medicine to follow literature, did learning and writing articles, and was both a scholar and a writer.

I remember it very well, but not much, because I disappeared when I was very young, and I haven't heard from it until now.

And the last picture in my memory is that he went crazy all night in the study to flip through his collection, and never came back when he went out the next day, and all the papers on the desk in the study were densely filled with two words: Guan Shan.

After calming down, I hurriedly asked Sun Zhen what was going on.

"Doesn't I work in the personnel department, we handle the census every year, and I find that every year there is a file named Han Ying who disappears for no reason, so I think of my uncle."

Sun Zhen saw that I calmed down and told me slowly.

I was a little excited, but also full of questions.

"Then how can this prove that it has something to do with my dad, it can't be a coincidental name, right?"

"The location of this file is different from year to year, and the weirdest thing is that every time it is recorded, it disappears inexplicably, and all the colleagues don't know what happened. I investigated it carefully, and the first time this file appeared was the year my uncle disappeared, and the age can also match my uncle. ”

"Do you remember this year's address?"

"Of course, I made a special note to tell you, I know that you have been looking for so many years, and I can't accompany you due to work constraints, but as long as I have news here, I will definitely tell you."

"Thank you for your kindness, you give me the address, whether it's a coincidence or the truth, I must go!"

Saying goodbye to Sun Zhen and returning home, taking the clues he gave me, I couldn't control my mood, I have already decided, whether it matters or not, as long as there is a little clue, I will follow the clues to find it.

calmed down and called the leader, explained the situation, submitted his resignation, packed his luggage, and prepared to go to find his father's traces, to explore why he didn't say goodbye back then, and what he had been doing for so many years.

I believe that he must have his own unknown troubles.

Holding the address left by Sun Zhen in his hand, according to what he said, the address column on the last file clearly reads: Emei, Spring Pavilion!

I booked my ticket for the trip and got ready to embark on my trip, packed everything I needed, and prepared to wake up and go to Emei to find out the news of my father.

When I finally got the news of my father, I couldn't control my excitement, and I couldn't sleep for a long time, tossing and turning, and stayed until the early hours of the morning, and finally managed to fall asleep.

And I, who had just fallen asleep, actually entered that weird dream again.

In the dream, I was still as usual, wearing a crown of heaven on my head, wearing a dark robe, and sitting alone on the altar.

But unlike before, the one in this dream seemed to be able to see the real me, he looked at me with the joy of reunion after a long absence, and his mouth was full of words.

And this time, I was able to hear what was coming out of his mouth.

"You...... Come...... up, you...... Finally...... Here it ......."