Inside, the candles flickered. Mu Zisu looked around, the pear wood furniture was neat and elegant, the breeze was mixed with a bit of cool water vapor, and a wisp of fragrance came out, and the curtain fluttered gently on the ground. Looking at the railing, there is an octagonal palace lamp on the corridor, next to it is a low-legged wooden table, and there are tangrams, nine links and other playthings on it, presumably the former owner here is also a very interesting person.

Mu Zisu sat cross-legged at the wide desk, and Gu Xiuyuan, who was opposite, poured her a cup of tea and said, "Do you have anything to do with me?" Shiso girl. ”

"I just wanted to ask you, have you ever heard about Tianxiang-kun before?"

Gu Xiuyuan pondered for a long time and said: "It's strange to say, Tianxiangjun is the ancestor of the Immortal Palace, but the Immortal Palace does not enshrine his statue or portrait, and the second is that there are no books that record his past. Maybe there was before, but it was destroyed. ”

"Is your master also a witness to the ascension of the past?"

He said that he was only a teenager at the time, and now many things are blurred, but he still vividly remembers the ascension of Tianxiangjun. Every time he mentioned it to me, he was also very excited and fascinated. ”

"I remember that the head of the sect once said that he was the only disciple of Tianxiangjun? Many people say that he is too eager to become an immortal and worships Tianxiangjun too much, so he will say this. ”

Gu Xiuyuan suddenly said categorically: "No." My master is indeed a disciple of Tianxiangjun. ”

"How so?"

This story was told by Gu Xiuyuan when he was very young.

Liu Changsheng was an orphan, his parents were killed in a landslide, and when his parents died, he was only one year old, and he grew up eating hundreds of family meals. But he was very young and terminally ill, often vomiting blood, and the doctor said that he would not live to be twenty years old.

Ten-year-old Liu Changsheng could only sit alone on the straw pile, watching the children in the village frolicking, desperate and depressed, and even committed suicide several times, but was rescued by the adults in the village.

It wasn't until later that he heard a legend told by Taoist priests passing by the village - cultivating immortals.

People in the world say that cultivating immortals is good, immortality, not falling into reincarnation, breaking the seven sufferings, seeking and obtaining, and being shoulder to shoulder with God.

He thought that as long as he could cultivate immortals, he would be immortal, and he could run freely in the fields, climb trees, and dig birds' eggs like his friends. When he was tormented by illness day and night, the myth of cultivating immortals became his only hope of survival.

"Hahaha, he said to cultivate immortals, that's just a legend! There is nothing in the world! ”

"Liu Cangyue, big fool, Liu Cangyue, big fool."

"Does the legend have to be fake?"

Liu Cangyue was not in a hurry or annoyed, and asked lightly, everyone was stunned by this sentence.

There are many legends, all of which are in the script, Nuwa mends the sky, Hou Yi shoots the sun, people only regard it as a story of coaxing children, and no one will prove his authenticity. It was vast nothingness, not even existing. Who would bother with something that doesn't exist? Only Liu Changsheng, a fool whose time is short.

The naughty children were dragged away by the collars by the neck, and their parents returned with sticks to warn them: "Don't laugh at him in the future!" ”

When the children asked why, the adults just sighed and said, "That child has a hard life, a hard life......

A little fat man snorted: "It's fake, and no one is allowed to say it." ”

"Cultivating immortals is just a legend, but if he says it, you will follow him! Hear me! ”

Liu Changsheng sat on the straw pile in the village every day and looked at the sky, looking forward to it every day, looking forward to it, looking forward to it.

"Hey, what are you looking at?"

Liu Changsheng pursed his lips and smiled shyly: "There are immortals in the sky, who will come to pick me up." ”

The children couldn't help laughing, and one by one they jumped on the straw and sat beside him, looking at the falling sunset.

A boy said proudly: "My father and mother have said that cultivating immortals is just a legend, and the legend is fake!" ”