Let's talk about this Dragon and Tiger Mountain, Zhang Daoling, the founder of Zhongzheng in the Eastern Han Dynasty, had alchemy here, the legend is that "the Dan is successful and the dragon and tiger are present", and the mountain is named after it. Since the death of their ancestor Zhang Yisheng, Longhu Mountain has become a little less angry and has a more solemn atmosphere.

In an instant, Zhang Yisheng has been immortal for more than half a year, and who is not in the old ancestor from top to bottom in Longhu Mountain will not retreat, and he has exhausted his thousand-year-old luck to save a so-called person who should be robbed, Yang Yong. What did Longhu Mountain get by exhausting its thousand-year-old luck? Zhang Yisheng knew, Zhang Jiuyi didn't know, and all the disciples of Longhu Mountain didn't know.

At that time, Zhang Jiuyi was still a child, and the people in the war everywhere were in pain. Famine and hunger are things that people have to consider, and it is the norm for every family to eat the last meal or not. Eating tree bark, Guanyin soil is the standard configuration of every household. What is Guanyin soil? It is a white clay that gives a feeling of fullness when eaten, but it is not easy to digest. Many people have returned because they have eaten Guanyin soil.

At that time, Zhang Jiuyi lived in Wangjiazhuang, and he was not called Zhang Jiuyi, but Wang Ergou. At that time, there was no reform in thinking, and the idea of relying on fame to make a living was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. His father wanted to pass him on to someone else's family because they knew that the child could not afford to support him and could not support him. Wangjiazhuang was originally in good weather, and the villagers lived very prosperously. However, in recent years, there has been a severe drought and famine, and every household of the villagers is clear soup with tree bark.

It just so happened that there was a Taoist priest in this Wangjiazhuang, Huo! Boy! A free scarf, a yin and yang ring, a magic robe holding a dust, and a dark green ancient sword behind him. The old Taoist priest was holding a roast chicken in his hand and eating it with relish. Anyone who looks at it is a capable person, at that time, the people couldn't eat, and the Taoist priests were the same, wearing a fairy wind and bones, and eating meat can still be incompetent?

As soon as it was passed on, the villagers all knew that there was an old Taoist priest in Wangjiazhuang. At that time, the village chief was called Wang Fugui, and as his name suggested, his family was rich and flowing. Of course, he will also help the villagers, but who can spare no effort to help, naturally I have ten pieces of bread, and I will give you half of it. The villagers gathered at Wang Fugui's house and let Wang Fugui have an idea. After all, this Wang Fugui is the village head, and he is not bad to the villagers on weekdays.

Wang Fugui saw the skinny appearance of the villagers, gritted his teeth and decided to use half of the family's food to pray for rain with an old Taoist priest. At that time, food was life, and money was no longer valuable.

As soon as he said it, Wang Fugui immediately asked the villagers to carry his food and trotted to the entrance of the village with the whole village. The old Taoist priest sat by the tree at the entrance of the village and nibbled on the chicken, so unhappy.

Before Wang Fugui could speak, the old Taoist priest wiped his greasy mouth with his sleeve and smiled: "Pray for rain? I don't want food, just give me that kid. After speaking, the old Taoist priest pointed to the crowd, and the old Taoist priest wanted Wang Ergou.

Wang Ergou's parents said that they wanted to pass it on to others, but when they really gave it away, they began to be reluctant again. Wang Ergou also knew his fate of being sent away, hugged his mother's leg and cried bitterly, refusing to leave.

"Sword up!" The old Taoist priest was not annoyed, and twisted his hand and snorted lightly. The dark green ancient sword was unsheathed and stood horizontally beside the old Taoist priest.

The old Taoist priest jumped lightly, stepped on the ancient sword, and soared into the sky. I saw the old Taoist priest jump down from the ancient sword, stand in the air, write the word ninety-one on Cloud City, and fall down again.

The villagers were all stunned, their eyes fixed on the old Taoist priest. Even Wang Ergou let go of his hand and looked at the old Taoist priest in a daze.

"Boy, do you want to learn swords?" The old Taoist priest said softly.

"Yes!" Wang Ergou said, who didn't have the heroism of walking the world with a sword when he was young.

"After three days, it will rain again." After the old Taoist priest threw away this sentence, he took Wang Ergou's sword and left with the wind, leaving the villagers and Wang Ergou and his wife in a daze.

The doors are all vermilion lacquer copper, and there are two rows of five-element flags outside the door.

The old Taoist priest told Wang Ergou that this is Longhu Mountain, the outer wall and beams of the Taoist temple of Longhu Mountain, using red, red main fire, main south, to ward off evil. When the Five Elements Color Order Flag is a Taoist practice, it summons the five heavenly kings, the five protectors of the law, and the five ghost kings to protect the purity and solemnity of the Taoist temple. The five elements of the color order flags are: the Oriental blue-faced ghost head flag; the Southern Red-faced Ghost Head Banner; the Western White-faced Ghost Banner the Northern Black-faced Ghost Head Order Banner; The yellow ghost head order flag in the middle. On behalf of the five battalions of divine soldiers, the demons are crooked.

The old Taoist priest told Wang Ergou that he would become a Taoist priest in the future, and he would give Wang Ergou a new name. The old Taoist priest asked Wang Ergou to think for himself, because his parents gave it, and his master could also give it. But the old Taoist priest is an outsider after all, so let Wang Ergou think for himself. Wang Ergou thought for a while and told the old Taoist priest that he would be called Jiuyi, but the old Taoist priest didn't ask the reason and renamed him Zhang Jiuyi.

Since then, there has been an old man sweeping the floor on Longhu Mountain, and all the disciples of Longhu Mountain have also added a naughty little junior brother. Today I went to grab the beard of the senior brother, and tomorrow I went to burn the scriptures in the temple, but no one punished him, because the arrival of the little junior brother was a little more angry in Longhu Mountain. And when the little junior brother saw the sweeping old man, he would also ride on the old man who swept the floor, and let the old man take him to the world with a sword.

Whenever someone asks the identity of the old man who sweeps the floor, he will be punished for copying the scriptures at the least, or locked up at the worst, and no one will care about the old man sweeping the floor over time.

Until one day, an uninvited guest broke the peace, and a man dressed in black got on the dragon and tiger, and his clothes were engraved with French characters.

The disciples of the entire Dragon and Tiger Mountain were like a great enemy, because the man in black was the Kunlun apostate Wang Yu, and he actually came back from above the Nine Heavens. But Wang Yu did not enter the Heavenly Master's Mansion, but walked to the grass hut next to him. Who lives in the thatched hut is the old man sweeping the floor.

Knock knock!

Wang Yu knocked on the door a few times politely, Zhang Jiuyi opened the door, Wang Yu was stunned, and Zhang Jiuyi was also stunned.

"Xiao Jiuyi, you go out, the master wants to talk to this brother about something." The old man sweeping the floor said to Zhang Jiuyi, and Zhang Jiuyi jumped out happily.

"In this life, do you want to enter the Dragon Tiger?" The old sweeping man asked.

Wang Yu shook his head and said: "If I am in reincarnation, I will miss a hundred years, old man, you won't blame me if I didn't come to Longhu back then." ”

"Alas, how can I not hate! If you join the Dragon and Tiger, even if you fly to escape the calamity, how can we make you famous? The old man lamented.

"Shall we make a swap, old man? A hundred years later, Longhu Mountain is full of vitality, and immortals gather. Wang Yu said softly.

......

No one knows what Wang Yu talked about with the old man sweeping the floor, but after that day, the old man who swept the floor disappeared, but Zhang Yisheng, the head of Longhu Mountain, who had not returned for a long time, came back. At this moment, everyone understood the true identity of the old man who swept the floor, but he didn't say it.

Zhang Jiuyi became the personal disciple of the head Zhang Yisheng, and his status rose. Zhang Jiuyi also lost the happiness he had at that time, practicing and reciting scriptures every day to sleep.

"Xiao Jiuyi, the master is gone, and Longhu Mountain is handed over to you." At this time, Zhang Yisheng said the last sentence to Zhang Jiuyi, Zhang Jiuyi knew that Zhang Yisheng had deceived him, and the big seal of the head of the family was also taken away by Zhang Yisheng. But Zhang Jiuyi didn't complain, because the master is like a father!

After that, Zhang Jiuyi lost his smile, and all the people in Longhu Mountain entered the mountain gate but did not come out.

"Senior brother, that person is here!" An old man next to him interrupted Zhang Jiuyi's memories, but the scene looked so funny that a gray-haired old man called Zhang Jiuyi the elder brother in charge.

Wang Yu gently pushed open the door and walked in, and his black clothes also became "white" because of the autumn snow

"What are you doing here!" Zhang Jiuyi said sharply, he didn't have a good impression of Wang Yu at all. If it weren't for the arrival of Wang Yu back then, how would Zhang Yisheng return to the head of the house? But Zhang Jiuyi didn't know that even if Wang Yu didn't come, the result would be the same, and the will of heaven could not be violated.

"I'm coming to see the old man!" Wang Yu said softly, Wang Yu was expressionless at the moment, and he couldn't tell whether he was sad or happy.

Wang Yu walked to the front of Zhang Yisheng's tablet with a bottle of wine and sat down, ignoring Zhang Jiuyi and the old man.

Wang Yu took a breath and muttered, "Don't worry, old man, the time is coming." Zhang Jiuyi and the old man walked out silently. How could Zhang Jiuyi not hate Wang Yu. But at this moment, Zhang Jiuyi is not very Wang Yu. Because Zhang Jiuyi seemed to know the answer and result that Zhang Yisheng wanted.

Zhang Jiuyi stretched out his hand to catch a snowflake and said softly: "It turned out that the autumn snow is coming." ”

"Yes, I thought he would have been covered in snow when he came back from Tibet, but it turned out to be autumn snow." The old man replied.

"When the autumn snow falls, there will be man-made disasters if there are no natural disasters." Zhang Jiuyi said softly.

"Yes, Yang Yu took Li Wenlong to Longwang Mountain today, and he wanted to forcibly open the Gate of the Nine Shadows." The old man replied.

"What! Chen Mingyue, aren't they known as the Four Saints, didn't they stop them? Zhang Jiuyi exclaimed, Chen Mingyue's current strength is strong enough to kill immortals, plus the human slaughter Jiang Hanyu and the martial saint Zhao Hongtian, even if Yang Yu and the slashing king Li Wenlong join forces, they are not opponents.

"Alas, I just made a divination, but there is no hexagram." The old man sighed.

"Senior Brother Zhang, how is your strength now?" The old man asked again.

"Since my ancestor left, my strength has not improved." Zhang Jiuyi.

"Yes, the thousand-year-old luck of Dragon and Tiger Mountain has also been ruined, and our strength has not improved." The old man sighed.

Zhang Jiuyi and the old man stood in the snow like this, becoming a snowman. Suddenly, the old man made a move, drew a Dao sword behind his back, and stabbed at Zhang Jiuyi fiercely. Zhang Jiuyi shook his head slightly and dodged the old man's sword, holding a fist in his left hand, which was as fast as lightning and went straight to the old man's chest, but stopped an inch in front of the old man's chest.

"Alas, senior brother, you have to grow up quickly, the First Emperor and Meng Tian are already in place, the thousand-year-old luck of Longhu Mountain has been exhausted, who will protect Longhu Mountain, only you!" The old man said earnestly.

"It's not because of the thousand-year-old luck of Dragon and Tiger Mountain, but because he has demons in his heart, so his strength has not improved." Wang Yu walked out at some point, poured a sip of wine and said loudly.